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⸻ SAINT MATTHEW'S ACADEMY II
SYNOPSIS ⸻ heeseung feels helpless as you continue to deny him love, and give it to the one person he can't come to accept- park sunghoon.
PAIRING ⸻ sunghoon x fem!reader x heeseung
GENRE ⸻ rich kids au, smut, fluff, angst
TAGS ⸻ love triangle, cursing, foul language, underage drinking, degrading names, smoking, mentions of doing c0ke, partying, gaslighting, religious themes, obsessive behavior/thoughts, unrequited love, fighting (verbally), mention of physical abuse and blood, desperate sunghoon :D, making out, penetration, unprotected sex,
WORDCOUNT ⸻ 15.2k
PART ONE
MDNI. This is a work is meant for entertainment purposes only. References to products and brands are imaginary and not meant to deprecate their image.
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You close your eyes, repeating the words, painting the scene and your back in that room. Those words spoken with so much collapsed indifference by a person that didn’t care to see or talk to you again. There was no point in burdening your memory with the idea of him, the idea of a Lee Heeseung that in this universe, didn’t quite exist. 
Yes- he carried his father’s surname, his name Heeseung- meaning bright and successful. Those were the things that would never change, the things he could never replace or hide. He would always and forever be remembered as Lee Heeseung, son of the hotel giants, and brother of Lee Haejun, the family heir. 
For all his miserable and lonely life he struggled to create a name for himself. For all the 19 years he managed to wrestle with life, the fate stayed the same. He wanted his parents to think of him in any way, even if it was bad, even if it meant he’d be a failure in their eyes. He craved to be something more, something beyond the body he was born in. 
Winter wasn’t his favourite season. He hated wearing a puffer jacket, long socks and heavy boots. He hated the additional weight of all these things with the already pre existing heaviness of his being itself.  
You liked winter- he knew that. He knew how happy it made you to catch a snowflake that’d melt away within seconds of meeting your warm hand. Heeseung also knew he probably ruined it for you on that night- 22 of December, the day that welcomed winter. 
He hasn’t really spoken to his friends since that night- his phone’s been on silent mode and his house, abandoned by him for now. Usually he’d enjoy this, maybe even have a friend join him, but this winter break, the vacation felt insufferable. 
Warm Sydney, Australia, the colour of the inside of his hand almost as light and soft as the skin of his neck and the underside of his forearms, which were rarely exposed to the sun. He remembers how 2 years ago, just a month or two later he was here with Sunghoon, lounging around and sleeping off the scorching heat until one of them finally suggested they should go to the rocks to swim. 
Well this year, he couldn’t quite find himself leaving the white sheets. Heeseung had left so many things unsolved back home, and he feared that by the time he’s back- it’d be too late. He’d leave the air conditioner blasting all day and night, his thoughts running off to all the things he did wrong. 
Maybe he shouldn’t have told you, maybe he shouldn’t have asked his friend for help, maybe he should’ve just left you alone. But how could he- it was stronger than him. 
While the summer in Australia left an unquenchable thirst for more, winter in his hometown was as quiet as ever. 
The inexplicable  animosity hung heavy in the air as you, and everyone else went about their life, trying to forget yesterday, and live with the thought of tomorrow. 
You spent most of your days alone. Sometimes, Jake would drop by. Or Jay. It depended on who made an excuse that day. 
In the midst of a fiery conflict, you found comfort in them. The same people who encouraged behaviour that led you here. It was all broken anyway, so was there really a point in finding the lesser evil? 
Neither of them have spoken to the two boys. Maybe they didn’t want to take sides or maybe, just maybe all of them were waiting for the right moment to end this. This wasn’t friendship, not in the slightest. It was jealousy and competition. 
Trying not to think about it came out to be much easier. Only the countless texts reminded you. The unanswered calls, disconnected lines and unspoken words. 
No more words, you said no more words after his confession. You stayed silent, and that pain flooded you today. The silence stayed with you. Every night you’d spend on a phone call with him, laughing because no matter how hard you begged him, he wouldn’t hang up first, was now filled with heavy breaths and drowning darkness. 
Sunghoon hadn’t gone anywhere this winter. He was supposed to- the first class tickets to Sri Lanka already booked by his mother. When she knocked on his door, 12 hours before they were supposed to leave, he told her he'd fallen ill. Very ill. 
Before Heeseung blocked his number, he sent him a short message. Sunghoon sat in a cold corner on the white bathroom tiles, reading the message. It was enough to let him know that it was over. And even though the unyielding pain in his stomach grew stronger, a small smile twitched at the corner of his bloody lips. He tried to reply, but the text went green. 
When Heeseung first asked him for that favour, he assumed it was just another sick way for him to assert his dominance over you. Another way to make sure you knew Heeseung created what you are today, and no matter what, you’ll always have a piece of him. Sunghoon never thought the boy would tell you the truth in the end. 
Two days before New Years Eve, Jake texted you. 
“Is your brother home?” 
He also attached a photo, indicating that he was already in the area. 
“No” 
The simple reply quickly sent through, and without even checking for another response you flip the phone over. 
Each sound, each notification, you hoped it was from one of them. Heeseung never turned off his location sharing, so you already knew he wasn't around. Sunghoon, well, you had no idea. 
You didn't really know anything about him. How he went about his day, before and after school or on vacation or just on a simple Saturday. You didn't know his favorite color, his favorite food or his favorite song. 
It was never easy to talk to him- he didn't share much or make space for new people in his life. You rarely saw him enjoy things or even crack a smile at the jokes his friends made. That’s exactly what made it hard to figure out if he really meant the things he said and did. 
Your doorbell rings. You turn your phone and see another message from Jake, indicating he’s here. It didn't take him longer than 5 minutes to get here. 
“Hey” you scratch the back of your head, welcoming him in. He’s not awkward in the slightest, kissing your cheek as he enters. 
Jake hasn't been the same since. You can’t quite remember if he’s always been like this or did his friendship with the boys actually influence him that badly. 
Something you always noticed about Jake is how easily influenced he really was. It took one word, one word and he’d be at Heeseung’s feet just waiting to do whatever the boy wanted. He tried so hard to impress them, he fell through with everything in his life- his grades faltered, his relationship with his parents started to rot, and his self respect declined with every passing day. He ruined himself for them. 
Jay wasn’t like that. He never really listened to Heeseung in the first place. And Heeseung realized that pretty quickly. They weren’t particularly close either. Jay had legions of friends outside of school. He didn’t need Heeseung, Sunghoon or Jake but in a way, they needed him. He stuck around because loneliness wasn’t a good look on him, and his peers at school, well, they weren’t quite fond of him. 
“I brought wine” he announces and hands you the bottle of red wine that’s gotten quite cold by now. 
“You know I don’t drink” you look away from the label, now focusing on the boy who’s fixing his hair in the mirror. He doesn’t seem to register what you said as a piece of his brown hair keeps falling onto his forehead. 
He wiggles out of his leather jacket, hanging it on the clothing rack before taking the wine back into his hands “It’s only 12%. You won’t feel it” he ultimately replies. 
He wanders off into the kitchen while you sit down on the grey couch. Jake doesn’t really ask, he never does. It doesn’t bother you, not as much as it used to at least. He searches your cabinets looking for wine glasses which after a short moment, can’t be found in any of them. He settles down for something less extravagant. 
You wouldn’t even dare inviting any of them just a couple months back. You were embarrassed, their houses the size of your whole street. A lot of things have changed since then. 
"Jungwon is hosting for New Years” he started, handing the glass to you. He sat down, his body facing you “Do you want to come?” 
Yang Jungwon was in your grade. His father was a software engineer who developed his own app but also helped countless companies start theirs. Jungwon was the one who helped Jay start his long abandoned website. He always watched his father doing big things, he wanted that too. His mother was a divorce attorney, specializing in family law, charging around $500  per hour. She was the go-to of every miserable wife and all the tired husbands. Jungwon was a pretty normal boy- he grew up with two loving parents that got lucky enough in life to spoil him from the moment he was born. 
“Who else is coming?” you ask, and he shrugs, gulping down almost half  of his glass. 
You look down at yours, uninterested. But before he manages to reply, you copy his action. It doesn't taste good. 
“Probably the same people as always” he leans his head on his hand looking over at you “But from the people you’ll know, uh, Niki and Wonyoung are going to be there for sure. Sunoo probably has nothing better to do and Jay already told me he’s coming” Jake added after a moment and you nodded understandingly. 
“Niki and Wonyoung, huh?” you laugh mockingly, downing the other half of your drink. You wonder how in the world this could be a pleasure to middle aged women “Sunoo told me she went over to Sunghoon’s house two days ago” 
“Jealous?” Jake laughs and you raise your eyebrows. 
“No” he repeats your action and you can tell that he doesn't really buy it. Neither do you. “I’m not jealous, Jake. They can do whatever they want” 
His lips turn into a downwards smile “Sure, sure” he nods, and you playfully kick his leg. He winces at the action in a joking manner, before continuing “Heeseung and Sunghoon might be there too. So if you don't feel comfortable with that, you don't have to go. But me and Jay want you to be there” his tone softens. 
How would it end up this time? Which one of them would say something this time? Do something this time? Or would they ignore you, just like they are now. 
All you wanted was an answer. Nothing more, nothing less. You could even go by without a ‘sorry’. 
“I don’t care. I’d have to face them at school anyways” you answer with a straight smile. 
“Didn’t you hear?” he asks, painting your face with confusion at the statement. You shake your head, and he sits up straight “Karina’s parents are close with Heeseung’s, and she’s been saying some about him changing school’s mid February” 
You are even more confused now. It didn’t make sense. Where would he go? It’s probably just a rumor. 
“But you guys are graduating this year. That can’t be right” he shrugs, just as curious and confused as you. 
“Yeah, I doubt it” you nod with a small sigh, looking outside the window. 
The sun set so much quicker in winter. You barely got to enjoy the day before darkness settled. It  was setting pink today. 
“I’ll go with you guys. On New Years. Just, pick me up if you can” you say and he nods with a small smile. 
______
On that same day, Heeseung landed back in town. His father  asked him to come back in time for the New Years event he was hosting, once again. 
“What a fabulous suit, truly!” a middle aged woman comments, amused. She has a wide, bright smile on her face as she eyes Haejun “Let me guess, Canali?” she coos, a smirk creeping at the corner of her lips. 
Heeseung’s brother chuckles, the forced elegance lacing his  fake smile “Both the suit and overcoat. It’s nothing special though” he smiles, and soothes down the cashmere mantle. 
Lee Haejun runs a hand through his dark, silky hair, his posture relaxed in a ‘cool’ way.
Heeseung thinks it’s pretty humorous, the way Haejun is flirting with a 40 year old woman, whose hair is visibly turning gray. Her husband is probably somewhere in this crowd, trying to get closer to his father, just like all the other men who were lucky enough to even be invited. 
The lady has been ogling his brother for the past 5 minutes, not even noticing Heeseung who stood right next to him. 
He scoffs. 
“Oh, Heeseung. I didn’t notice you” she smiles faintly, but her eyes don’t even linger on him for a second longer, already back in conversation with Haejun “Oh and this scarf! Haejun, you have such phenomenal taste!” she celebrates him again, and he just chuckles at her excitement. 
Heeseung doesn't feel like standing there, looking like a fucking idiot that’s just waiting to get complimented on his Saint Laurent overcoat that quite frankly, was more expensive than Haejun’s. 
He doesn’t feel like being here at all. 
He thinks about everything; how these annual New Year’s dinners have ruined the holiday for him all together, how the man at the table in front of him has a giant bald spot on his head, how the hardbody on his right has pretty fuckable tits even though she’s probably in her mid 40s, how his mother is obviously having an affair with the hotels revenue manager, and most importantly, about you. 
He hasn’t felt anything since that unlucky Sunday night. It was suffocating, to be so conscious of his own decisions. But just like he’d been a coward that time, he still was too afraid to reach out and apologize. 
Maybe soon enough he’d find himself at your front porch, knocking on the door softly, a nice gift in hand, the smile you adore plastered all over his condescending face. 
That’s how it usually worked in his life; even the worst of heartbreaks and fights could be resolved with a pretty bag, new sports car or nice jewelry. That’d work on you too, wouldn’t it? He’d ask one of the maids that looked after his home to pick out something she’d like to recieve, and you’d probably be satisfied with that, maybe even suck him off later. 
Seeing you with Sunghoon enlightened something deep in his soul, something he’d never admit to himself. Heeseung didn't know if it was Sunghoon he was jealous of or you. 
Sunghoon had experienced love in many forms throughout his life. A gentle  and mannerly boy cherished by the women in his life. His kind, youthful energy seemed effortless—something completely out of reach for someone as weathered and unsteady as Lee Heeseung.
You loved him, he already knew that much. So why was it so hard for him to give that back to you, show you that he feels the same? 
He was such a selfish person-he didn't want to see you surviving on your own, or not needing him just as much as he needs you.  
Heeseung understood he could never give you the love you deserved. Yet, the idea of being replaced by Sunghoon was something he refused to accept. 
His eyes wander across the dimly lit space, desperately looking for someone who could give him a reason to leave his table. But he couldn’t stand any of them. He hated their fake pleasantries, their overblown gestures, and the emptiness behind their eyes.
They weren’t here to celebrate the passing year, spread joy and excitement for the coming days. 
All these lost, desperate people were here, hoping, praying to God that maybe this is the day his father notices them, gives them a chance to become as wealthy and glorious as him. 
“I was thinking about Oxford, possibly this upcoming September” he picks up on Haejun’s words and if not for the people and photographers that seemed to be on every possible side, he would’ve punched the shit out of his brother. 
Oxford, Harvard, Princeton, who gave a fuck? 
He sighs again but this time neither Haejun or the lady in front of him pick up on his mannerisms. 
He feels a sudden tap on his shoulder, the feeling making him jump back a bit.He groans under his breath, the sound inaudible for the one behind him, and turns around slowly. 
He didn't expect to see Park Sunghoon here. 
… 
“They don’t have a nice bathroom to do coke in” Heeseung shrugs, nibbling at his bottom lip as Sunghoon breathes out a laugh at his inquiry. 
He looks around the tiled, black bathroom, which is surprisingly empty. The light above the sink flickers in a weird way, and Heeseung wonders if it’s supposed to be like that. 
“We don’t do that anymore” Sunghoon mutters, leaning against the cold, slippery surface of the wall, his head slightly slumped. 
He looks up at Heeseung, his reflection much more familiar in the mirror. They are much closer than he thinks, the same worn out expression all over their faces.  
“Yeah… Guess those days are over” he smiles weakly, although the growing pit in his stomach makes him feel uneasy. 
He’s avoiding the topic, throwing random words in the air as his heart speeds up. Sunghoon’s avoiding it too. The words linger on their tongues but it feels like they're stuck. He can’t stomach starting a serious topic with his friend who's never been there for him in an emotional way. 
“I remember that party so vividly” Heeseung chuckles lightly, watching Sunghoon intently through the mirror. The boy is avoiding eye contact. 
“When Jay took a line and we thought we’d lost him, huh? I remember, yeah” he forces a smile although the memory is definitely not a sweet one.
Heeseung chuckles softly, his thoughts drifting to when they were actually good friends to each other. It wasn’t even that long ago, but so much has happened since that Heeseung almost forgot those times.  
He felt it with you again. In a way you brought that comfort back to him with your soft spoken voice and tender smile. But with you, he was on the brink of inescapable change. Heeseung knew that everyday he was teetering closer to the end. 
He looks back up at Sunghoon, and although his vision is slightly blurred, he notices that the wounds are completely healed now. The only tangible evidence of that night is now gone. 
“Did it leave a scar?” he asks, his voice cracking. He clears his throat, turning to face Sunghoon, who touches the corner of his lip softly. 
He shakes his head “No”. His tone is stony. He suddenly reminds himself to garbage the white button up in his wardrobe. 
“That’s good” Heeseung hums and the silence overcomes them again. It’s uncomfortable and the awkwardness between them bears so much unfamiliarity. It’s such a foreign experience. 
The tension grows thicker as Sunghoon speaks up “You know we can’t avoid it, right?” 
Heeseung feels a bead of sweat trickle down his spine as he ponders the suggestion. What could he possibly say to make it better, to make it disappear? He nods and meets Sunghoon’s unrelenting expression. 
“I don’t really think we could ever be friends again” Sunghoon says, his lip twitching slightly as the words finally roll off his tongue, the admission much more painful than he thought it’d be “Not when we both want the same thing” 
“What?” The words sink into his bones, his flesh shivering as he searches for at least an ounce of discomfort on Sunghoon’s face. 
“No matter what you told me that night, no matter how much you begged me to tell her because you didn't want to know how she’ll react, I know you feel it too. You said you didn't care, but you do, Heeseung. I care too” he explains, his voice stable. It’s almost as if he’s rehearsed this. 
It came to him during that long awaited shower. As the water came over him, so did the realization. 
“If you like it or not, I will keep on trying even if it doesn't work out. But either way, I think this is where it ends between us. I don’t want to be stuck on the idea that it could ever be the same” the air felt heavier with the tension that separated them. 
The weight of his words hung heavy in the air. Heeseung never thought it’d come to this. 
“You like her, right? It wasn't something to make her feel better..?” he asked, glossing over the fact that this exact spot set the end of their friendship. 
Glossing over the fact that the relationship between you and him complicated his whole life. Yet a part of him still yearned for you. 
“I’m not like you, Heeseung. I don’t tell girls I like them to make them feel better” he chuckled lowly as Heeseung's expression darkened, taking offense to his words. 
Heeseung scoffed, not quite enjoying the cutting reminder of his bad habits. 
“Do as you please, I don’t give a fuck. But I also don’t plan on making it easy for you. I don't give up what’s mine just like that” Heeseung’s words carry a playful edge, but there’s an undercurrent of expectation, a reminder of the shared history and intimacy. 
Sunghoon turns his head to the side, a stubby chuckle slipping past his parted lips. His gaze falls onto Heeseung after a moment, the boy leaning against the counter with an indifferent expression. 
“What, do you think she forgot? You think a couple racks can erase what you did? Bet you're not the one she calls everyday” a smirk tugs at the corner of his lips, as he looks at Heeseung’s changing face. 
“You think that just because I wasn't here I don’t know what goes on? She couldn't give two fucks about you. You don’t intimidate me, Sunghoon” he retorts, his eyes dark as he pushes himself off the sink and shortens the distance between him and Sunghoon “Couldn’t even get past her underwear, fucking pussy” he whispers. 
He nudges Sunghoon’s shoulder during his exit, scoffing angrily as he slams the door shut, leaving his once best-friend alone with the afterthought of his words. 
Sunghoon doesn't regret it. He feels good. He feels the weight drop from his heart, his blood flowing calmly as his eyebrows don’t furrow in annoyance anymore. 
He watches the door for a moment before turning to the mirror, adjusting his jacket and hair, smiling as he takes in his reflection. 
_____ 
On New Year's Eve a car parks in your driveway. Your brother wasn’t home, and by the looks of it, he wasn't going to be any time soon. 
You don’t really remember the last time you sat down for a meal with Eunseok. You couldn't blame him though. Your parents always repeated that saving another human's life will always be more important than spending time with family. Your brother would always stay your brother even if you started to forget the sound of his voice. 
Jay enters your house first. You can notice Jake sinking his head into the trunk, looking for something. 
The last time Jay was here his hair was still blond. He seems to have gotten a new haircut and dyed it back to black. He looked much softer now. 
“Back to black?” you smile and reach out to grab his coat. It feels illegal to hold and hang his black Prada corduroy jacket. It looked so out of place next to your own coats that were all bought at basic chain stores at the mall. 
“You like it?” he asks, quickly turning his head to check on Jake. Jay’s gaze falls back onto you, a soft glimmer in his eyes. 
He changed. He wasn't the same misogynistic narcissist that you were initially introduced to. He became much kinder- a person you actually found yourself getting along with. 
Jay came home extremely drunk on the 22nd of December. Screw walking a straight line when the boy couldn't even walk at all. Just like it had been unlucky for his friends, he too was met with his demise as his father sat in the living room with a girl Jay didn't recognize. 
Probably his new girlfriend. 
He was furious. He went through Jay’s phone that night- every photo of his son with girls in more or less intimate situations, every message between Jay and his dealers, every single bank transaction at the liquor store. He saw it all that night. 
One word too much on Jay’s behalf, and suddenly, there’s a stinging pain on his left cheek. And before he can react, his father slaps him again. And again, harder than the last. 
He saw himself in his son for the first time. He realized what he had done to his own, precious child. The look in his eyes, pure fear and disgust. They weren't much different after all. 
“Yeah, it’s nice. You look good” you nod with a straight smile, and he looks a bit embarrassed at the compliment. 
Jake finally runs into the home, a smile on his face. Without saying a word, you nod your head towards the now closed trunk. 
“We thought the bottles shattered” he explained and you looked over at Jay, confused. 
“I thought you were done with drinking” you asked, and he grinned sheepishly. 
“Today is the last time, I promise. New year, new me, let’s say” 
They walked around your home, visiting every room, every bathroom, checking every picture. You couldn't care less, focusing on getting yourself ready. 
“You used to be emo?” Jake laughs, walking back to your room. You roll your eyes at him, knowing exactly what picture he was talking about. 
“Your brother is really hot,” Jay says, leaning his hands against the backrest of your chair. He looks at himself and you through the mirror “You look hot too” he adds with a sly smirk. 
Your only reply is a smile, not being the best at receiving compliments. His eyes stay on you for a little longer than they should. 
“Jungwon just texted me,” Jake announces, his body turning in your fresh sheets. His dirty shoes have left marks on the white fabric, but he doesn't seem to notice. “Heeseung just arrived. He’s with fuckass Seora” he laughs along with Jay, while you try to process his statement.
It didn’t take him long to find your replacement. You remember the girl, having been paired up with her for a science project at the beginning of the semester. She was so beautiful. 
“That fucking nerd? What’s wrong with him” Jay comments, and you realize how you too were once like Seora. Heeseung hasn't changed, not at all. 
Jake’s phone rings, his eyes darting to the screen. He excuses himself, the call seemingly important as he leaves the room swiftly. 
You are left alone with Jay who mindlessly scrolls through his Instagram homepage, liking and commenting on his friends posts. 
“Can you help me?” you ask, and his reaction to your voice is almost immediate. He sets his phone aside, his full attention once again falling onto you. A hint of concern flashes over his eyes as your expression seems troubled. 
“Mhm?” he hums, walking over to your figure. 
“Can you zip this up for me?” you ask, turning around. 
He stays silent for a moment, before brushing his fingers against the bare skin of your back, grasping at the slippery zipper. He carefully brings the fabric together, taking care not to pull too tight or snag the delicate material. 
He steps back, looking at you, smiling warmly “There” 
Whenever his sister would ask him, he’d flip her off and tell her to leave his room. 
Jay’s eyes take in your figure, the way he’s never really gotten to see your nice body under all the baggy clothes you’d wear. It feels wrong to think about you like this, but it’s not like this is the first time either. 
He may have changed, even in the slightest, but there was always that one person who was too late. 
Shot after shot of vodka find themselves appearing in your hand as you down each one with a twisted expression. The people around you seem much more cheerful than you, and you wonder how long it’ll take for this alcohol to finally start doing its thing. 
You turn to Jake, who’s been gripping your hand tightly, at least that’s what you thought. Instead of a smiley Jake, it’s Kim Sunoo who has been apparently keeping you safe. That would be all for ‘we want you to be there’. 
“Going already?” Sunoo perks up, loosening his grip on you as he sees you trying to squeeze through the crowd. 
“I just need some fresh air” you offer him a small smile “I’ll be back” 
It’s 10:37. Only an hour and 23 minutes until midnight. By that time, half the guests won’t even be awake to witness it. You wonder what fireworks look like on this side of town. 
Jungwon’s house isn’t that hard to navigate. It was big, but you imagined bigger. It’s mid-sized, maybe. You note how his parents have good taste- the mediterranean estate very much to your liking. 
You find yourself on one of his acacia armchairs in the backyard terrace. Most people are inside. It  wasn’t the warmest day.   
There’s no wind today, not even snow. The temperature hasn't dropped below zero celsius this season. You really wanted the snow to fall soon. 
You can tell from the corner of your eye that someone has accompanied you on the chair next to yours. You assume it’s someone just as tired as you, someone who's just counting down the minutes  until midnight so they can get out of here. 
Maybe it’s Jake. But you swore you saw him hitting up some girls on your way out. 
“Want one?” you almost don’t recognize the voice. It’s been so long. 
The person extends a pack of cigarettes in your direction, and that’s when you decide to face them. 
You haven't spoken to Nishimura Riki in a long time. He doesn't even look the same. But it’s only been 4 months? 
“I don’t smoke” you reply, and he nods, lighting the stick in his mouth, protecting the flame with the palm of his hand. 
He hisses, exhaling the smoke. It blows in your direction, and you scrunch your nose at the smell. 
“Where’s your sweet boy, Heeseung?” he asks, his tone mocking. You roll your eyes, exhaling deeply. 
He laughs at your silence, but still waits for you to respond, taking another puff. 
“We don’t talk anymore” you could lie but honestly, it seemed meaningless now. It didn't matter what you’d say, things wouldn't change. 
“Lasted the longest. Can’t say I’m not impressed” he replied with a chuckle. Only God knew how much you wanted to slap the boy next to you right now. 
“Fuck off, Niki” you groan, and he puts up his hands, laughing. He’s slightly taken aback by your candidness- he didn't meet this version of you. 
Niki remembers you as the sweet, innocent and most certainly lost girl that had no idea what she was getting herself into. Now it seemed as if Heeseung had drained all that life out of you. 
“I’m not here to make fun of you” there’s a hint of amusement dancing in his eyes as he still gauge's your reaction to his jab. 
You hum, unamused “Sure” 
He sighs, trying to hide the annoyance caused by your stubbornness. Niki throws what's left of his cigarette on the ground, crushing it with his shoe. Rick Owens, you note. 
“I know you and Wony aren’t on the best terms but she cares about you. I do to” his tone softens “I just want you to live on your own now. Don’t let him take over your life again” 
Niki follows all the patterns the stars are forming with his eyes, while you notice the sincerity in his face. Today the moon is barely visible. There was a New Moon yesterday, so tonight, not  even 3% of the orb is visible. 
“Why are you telling me this?” you ask, and he shrugs. 
The air seems to vibrate with unspoken tension. Niki stays silent for a moment, because he doesn't really know if he has an answer. 
He shouldn't care. He doesn't know you, and you don't know anything about him either. Jesus, if Wonyoung saw him here, he’d be on probation until February. But he saw this happen countless times and every single one stung just as bad. 
“I don’t know. I guess I wanted you to know” he finally answers, a genuine glimmer in his eyes as they fall on yours for just a second. 
You can’t muster up a smile. It’d be too forced anyway. You hope that the nod is enough for him to understand that you do in fact appreciate his words. 
He doesn't say anything and neither do you. It’s mostly noiseless, apart from the faintest melody that flows through the cracks in the window. The only people out here with you are either smoking themselves or talking to someone on the phone. 
You hadn't really told anyone what happened. Of course, you could probably tell Niki, he wouldn't forward it to Wonyoung or anyone else. You could call the boy many names, some better than others, but you knew you couldn't call him untrustworthy. He always kept his word, no matter what. 
But you bite back your tongue. 
“Nice chat, huh? Can I steal her for a moment?” 
Lee Heeseung. 
You’d be lying if you said you didn't want to see him tonight. You weren't wondering if you’d see him, rather when and how. He couldn't run away from talking to you, and well, it appears that he didn't want to anyway.  
With what feeling would you look back on this moment? With sadness? With shame? Indifference, you hoped. 
Would you regret it? Because maybe some things are better left unsolved, right? Sometimes it’s okay to not have an answer. You’ve already learned that firsthand. 
It was too late, Niki already letting the older boy replace him on the armchair, his face filled with remorse, maybe even guilt as he walked back into the house. He only hoped that you were smarter this time. 
You turned your gaze away, because he was looking at you, and it obviously flustered you. He saw your expression, and even though your face twisted in annoyance, you still wanted him to look at you. 
It wasn’t him you hated, but what the two of you did. 
The secret was forever meant to stay between the two of you. And as long as that’s true, it's always casting a shadow over everything good in you. 
“How was Australia? Did you have fun?” you sounded unimpressed, and he noticed. 
Heeseung felt oddly embarrassed to be here with you. He left you with no explanation, and yet you're still asking how his vacation was. Honest or not, he feels like half the man he was before. 
“How did you know?” he asks, a glint of playfulness in his voice. 
“You still share your location with me” you stated, and he nodded. He knew. You were the only person he shared it with in the first place. 
“You check my location?” he chuckles, trying to alleviate the charged atmosphere. His attempts brought no fruit as your expression stayed the same- cold and uninterested. 
“No” he can’t figure out what to say next. It used to be so easy to talk to you. 
But you were the same when he first met you- stand-offish and unwilling. It won’t take him long to figure the right words out, he’s sure of it. 
Heeseung doesn't know why he’s trying this hard. Maybe it’s because now he knows his friend wants it just as much. In what universe did Park Sunghoon have something Heeseung didn’t? Not in this one, and the latter was continuously making sure of it. 
“Can we talk about us?” he finally speaks up after the prolonged moment of uncomfortable silence. He doesn't really know what ‘us’ was. Definitely not a relationship. He doesn't do that, never has. He just prays that you actually had something smart to say. 
“Us?” you bark back a laugh, and he leans against the beige pillow with a sigh. 
Heeseung had been willingly ignoring the messages he saw you sending. He could always disguise that as not wanting to talk about it over text. But in reality, he didn't want to talk about it at all. He just hoped that a ‘sorry’ would be enough. 
“You know what I mean. Don’t be stupid” his voice is laced with a twinge of irritation. He didn't expect it to take this long for you to break. 
“What the fuck are you even talking about, Heeseung?” you turn to face him fully now. 
His hair is no longer dark red. It’s brown, almost black. And he has a completely different haircut. It compliments his tan skin. He’s also dressed differently. You can’t quite recall seeing him like this. 
“Seriously, what do you want to talk about? It wasn’t real, not to you at least. So please, tell me what exactly it is that you want to talk about” his expression is a mix of annoyance and anger now. His jaw clenches as his eyes narrow. You surely allowed yourself to say too much, didn’t you? 
“Careful, Y/n. Watch your tone” he laughs menacingly, standing up from his seat. His hands grip the sides of your chair, as he stares down at you, his face too close for comfort. 
“Downplay what we had, and what’s still between us all you want. But you know it’s real. You might be wiser now, but you haven’t really changed. You still want it just as much” his expression darkens, a defensiveness to his voice. 
All he did was see the potential in you, the spark hidden beneath your innocent surface. He fed that fire, helped it grow until it burned through them both. Heeseung taught you to be a woman. He didn't wrong you, he helped you. 
Leaning in, he nuzzles your neck, his breath hot on your skin “So how about you quit acting all tough and just let me have you again, yeah?” 
He no longer knew how to control himself. No one did. 
When he was younger he believed in God. Even when he started at Saint Matthew’s, he considered himself religious. Maybe he liked it because it made his nights just a little less lonely, or maybe because it filled him with a sense of identity. He knew that no matter what, there’s always that one person, an otherworldly figure that will love him endlessly, have control over him. 
And when he felt himself drift away from his faith, it became a saga of bad decisions after bad decisions. Not because he stopped believing, but because there was no longer anyone to control him. 
“You must be out of your fucking mind if you think I’d do that” your lips are parted as he continues to brush his past your neck, jawline and mouth. 
“Keep talking to me like that and you’ll regret it” he whispers with a sinful grin, his fingers reaching up to caress your cheek “Let’s just forget about what happened. You know I meant what I said” 
“That you love me?” you laugh, and you can notice him bite down on the inside of his cheek. “Just leave me alone, Heeseung. Go find someone else and I’ll do the same” you try to be as calm as possible. He can’t know it’s affecting you. 
Someone else? No, that can’t be possible. You are the only one who listens to him, you are the only one that’s there for every one of his requests. He can’t just let you go like that. It wouldn't be that easy to replace you. 
“Sunghoon, right? That fucking prick, seriously?” he straightens his figure, letting out a frustrated sigh. 
“I never brought him up” you mutter, and he scoffs. 
Heeseung’s  eyes slightly narrow, while his lips press into a thin line. 
The silence that follows is heavy, filled only by the quiet chatter of other people that were out here with you. 
“Please, Y/n. You can’t do this” his tone becomes softer as a pleading look decorates his features. 
You don’t really know what else there is to say. 
His words- louder and longer, were given a physical form and longevity as if they had a life of their own now. 
It almost made you think you forgive him. 
____ 
During morning prayer you saw him again. 
He still had that lifeless look on his face, as if nothing had really changed at all. As if nothing ever happened in the first place. He was two rows in front of you, next to Niki and Sunoo. 
You wanted to catch him looking at you, to have his eyes on you. 
All the students gathered in the chapel next to the school at 7:30. Punctuality was key. Under no circumstances was tardiness allowed- those who dared to come in a minute late were not allowed to participate and got punished with after-school detention. 
Heeseung knelt down next to you. You hoped Sunghoon wouldn't see it. 
‘In the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit. Amen’
He signs the cross and so do you. “I missed you” Heeseung whispers, his hand softly brushing against your thigh. 
“Don’t” you mutter back, swatting his hand away. 
One of the students was leading today's Morning Offering. 
You tried to focus on Sunghoon. Maybe his hair changed, or maybe his skin got tanner. He got a little skinnier, you note. Sunoo whispers something to him but he doesn't seem to listen. 
“Stop,” Heeseung whispers into your ear, his breath hot on your skin. You move away from him, watching how amusing this is for him. 
“What?” His presence is strong, the pull almost working involuntarily. 
‘...Or does so much bad feeling accumulate within us that we learn to mold it into a big lump of emotions, with amnesties and pardons? Or does the presence of the other, who yesterday morning was almost like an intruder to us, become more and more necessary, because it protects us from our own hell?’ 
You can’t listen, you can’t comprehend. No matter where, there's something pulling your attention. 
“Don’t look at him” Heeseung’s voice is firm, his eyes on you. He’s always watching. 
After a short reflection is spoken, a brief moment of silence follows. You close your eyes, leaning forward. 
"We pray for our community, that we may learn and grow together in love and wisdom,"  the intention is spoken, and after reciting a prayer together, the students start rising from their spots slowly. 
Sunghoon’s gaze doesn't even wander in your direction. He doesn't look at anyone, speeding out of the chapel as soon as the prayer commences. You want to go after him, but Heeseung stops you before you could even fully decide on it. 
“Don’t go” 
You turn around, watching his eyes that are full of amusement. 
Is he enjoying himself this much? Does this entertain him? 
“Heeseung, stop it. It’s over between us, remember? Leave me alone, seriously” you don’t sound heated or outraged. Not even resentful. Simply tired. 
He doesn't react to your words. He knows you don't mean it. 
You knew he wouldn't stop. You knew that as long as he was here, it’d never stop. He was obsessed and giving up wasn't really an option. 
There were exceptions though. During study break, or lunch you wouldn't see him much. Maybe because the repugnance towards Jay and Jake was stronger than his willingness to see you. It didn't really matter though. 
The part of you that liked the attention made you sick. It was hard to admit, and you most definitely wouldn't tell anyone. After everything, you still couldn't resent him. The hate continued to only bring you closer. 
“When is New York?” Jake asked, his fingers tapping away on his laptop. 
Jake was failing in most of his classes and he was slowly running out of time. What he had already learned stayed with him, but now, he had to catch up on a whole semester worth of material. 
“Next week? I think” you reply and he mutters something under his breath. You don't catch it. 
“Such a boring destination” Jay comments and you breathe out a chuckle in response. What an out of touch thing to say. 
“We know, Jongseong. You’ve been there, have an apartment in SoHo and plan on going to NYU” he knows it’s a joke, he’s learned to not take offense to such silly things by now. But no one really calls him Jongseong. 
Only his mother does. He hates it just as much as he hates her. But this time- he savors the sound, how easily it slips past your lips and how satisfyingly it rings in his ears. 
A small smile tugs at the corner of his lips. 
“I’ve never been” Jake piques, and you murmur a ‘Me too’ in response. He doesn't lift his eyes from the screen- it’s almost like he’s glued in place. It’s only the occasional loud sound or cramp in his leg that makes him move. 
The trip was only for juniors and seniors. It wasn't the cheapest, but Eunseok didn't comment when you asked him for the money. His worn-out figure just scribbled out a check and handed it to you. 
The main point was supposed to be St. Patrick’s Cathedral. You didn't really care for the building. Jake didn't either. You two had already planned to sneak out for dinner and shopping while the tour went on. 
“I’m rooming with Heeseung” Jake sighed, taking off his glasses to wipe them with his blazer “That fucking dickhead signed us up last week. Didn't even know until Mrs. Kim told me” 
Jay laughed. He passed Jake wet wipes, noticing how the boy can’t get his glasses clean. 
“I’m rooming with Sunghoon. Haven't really talked to him, though” Jay says, and you both nod. 
A small smile creeps onto your lips “I’m alone” 
You didn't mind at all. You could do whatever you wished without an annoying bitch telling you to go to sleep because ‘your phone screen is keeping her awake’. 
“Can I stay with you? Please” Jake pleads and you shake your head almost instantly. The boy frowns upon seeing your reaction. 
______ 
New York felt oddly familiar. 
These faces- they didn't carry that sense of foreignness. Everyone went about their day without interest in what the person next to them is up to. You felt a good kind of loneliness even though you were never truly alone. 
Little Italy and Chinatown were fun.  
You, Jay and Jake managed to slip out for a second, sharing a meal at a Cantonese restaurant. The food was quite enjoyable and the ambience was great. Jay did complain a bit though. 
That same night you went out for drinks. When all the guardians fell asleep, on cue,  everyone sneaked out of their rooms. Heeseung, rooming with Jake, found out about the plans that he wasn't included in. Of course he still tagged along. 
Jay mentioned that Sunghoon has been so quiet, it almost feels like suicide everytime they are in the room together. 
“I ask him if he wants to shower first, right? And you know what this decadent bum does? Nothing. He won’t even reply to me” 
He wanted to complain more, but Heeseung’s angered and ostentatious sigh forced him to stop. He only looked over at Jake confused before switching to a different topic. 
The next day you saw almost all the museums in Manhattan. 
Your feet were in so much pain by the time you reached The Museum of Modern Art. While Jay and Jungwon walked around pretending to care for the artwork, you and Jake sat in a corner talking and recording dumb vlogs. 
“Say hello to Jake’s vlog” he laughed, shoving the camera into your face. Jake’s stupid smile could be heard from behind the screen, his amusement making the video much more adorable. 
With an annoyed grimace, you shoved the camera away from your face. Jake was unrelenting and it made napping nearly impossible. 
“We’re in some shitty museum” he said sadly, the tone complimenting his mock expression of misery “You know what boggles me? That my dear friend Jay is pretending he likes this. No one likes this. It’s all just ugly paintings that have a forced meaning attached to them” 
“Boggles me? What are you, fucking 50?” you laugh, looking over to him. “What else am I supposed to say” his lips twist in a downwards smile.
“Just say ‘Hello’ to my vlog” he pleads again. 
Rubbing your temples, a sigh escapes your lips again. You looked up at Jake before staring right into his phone camera. 
“Hello” your unenthusiastic tone was menacing to Jake. 
He gave you a playful shove “Happier” Jake commanded. 
You look over at  him wide eyed. After a moment of his unchanging stare, you plaster a forced smile on your face that doesn't quite reach your eyes. 
“Hi” you even attempt a wave. 
Jake laughed, and turned the camera to face him again. “That’s my stripper friend Y/n. Call me to book a lap dance. It’s real” he whispered, the camera too close to his face. 
He turned the camera back to you. You shook your head as a  lighthearted laugh slipped past your parted lips “Turn this off, Jake. You’re wasting storage, you fucking idiot” 
Later that day the two of them offered to go out again since Jay had actually brought the keys to his fathers apartment. You declined. 
Maybe you’d try to call your brother, share some photos with him. It surprised you to actually get an answer. It didn't last long though- 5 minutes in he had to hang up because of an emergency surgery. 
You think about Heeseung. You think about everything, really. In the evening waiting for him becomes much more annoying. The thought of him becomes unbearable, because you’re not supposed to think about him. 
Rejecting him was almost an immediate reaction. The idea of him was much nicer than having him there, so raw and real in front of you. 
It was strange to him too- fearing the days where you were away and he had no idea where you’d gone. 
Thinking about Sunghoon was much more grounding. Much more humanly and justified. His blank stare and cold demeanor, unchanging. Nothing brought you the answer you needed. You wished he’d look at you long enough to see that same thirst for life he noticed back in December. 
A knock at the door sounds through your hotel room. It’s soft, barely audible. 
It’s probably Jake, or Jay. You look down at the time and note that it’s a reasonable time for them to be back. They’ve been out for a good 3 hours now. 
You open the door, and it doesn't really hit you at first. Sunghoon must've gotten the wrong room. 
Your attempts to look calm are futile as your voice cracks “What are you doing here..?” he stands there for a moment, his lips parted. It’s almost like he doesn't really know either.
As you step back to let him enter, he hesitates briefly “You’re alone?” His voice is mellow. The dim light in the room casts a shadow on his face making him appear much more gloomy than usual. 
You nod reluctantly. Your gaze is on him, searching, as if asking for permission to speak, continue. 
There's a moment of deep silence. It isn't uncomfortable or awkward. He's in your presence and you're in his. That seems to be enough to console the immediate tranquility. 
“Do you like it here?” he asks and it seems to strike you as unusual. He never really bothered to converse with others unless they initiated it. 
The scene is oddly familiar. He sits next to you on the bed, propping his body up on his hands. Just like you were immensely aware of each other's closeness that night, it's the same today. 
This time though it seems like it's Sunghoon's turn to find excuses to avoid the topic. And you let it happen.
“Yeah. It’s fun” you nod, and so does he. Against your will you ask a question that in different circumstances, wouldn't even make it past your throat- “Are you hiding from me?” 
Sunghoon’s heart skips a beat as he looks down at your hand. It’s dangerously close to his thigh “No, not from you” his answer is hesitant. 
“It feels like it” he bites the inside of his cheek at your words. 
His fingers play with the fabric of your white sheets “Maybe in a way I was” his voice softens, his eyes scared to look at you.  
“In what way?” you mutter. The air feels ominous, as if you're both threatening the unchangeable. 
“You know” he starts, his hand reaching closer “I was afraid to be denied” 
Sunghoon saw you call, his finger hovering over the answer button many times as he wondered what he’d even tell you. There were so many things he wanted to say. So he’d just flip the phone over. 
Today he was braver. Or at least that’s what he thought. Because being eye to eye with you again, stripped him of it all. 
“I thought you knew I wouldn't. I called you. And texted, a lot” you answered, and his lips pressed into a straight line. 
His touch is tentative. Eventually,  he reaches out towards you, his warm hand takes yours, interlacing your fingers “And I should’ve answered. I’m sorry. For not being more” he looks at you again, the warmth in his eyes genuine “Because I know you wanted me to be more” 
Tears prick at the corner of your eyes. You laugh “This is so stupid” 
You halt the tears from spilling down your cheeks. Sunghoon’s lips form into a small smile “It’s not” 
You look down at your fingers intertwined. He’s looking too. 
You can hear some girls stumble their way into the room next to yours. Judging by the voice, you think  it’s Minjeong. She says something about a 45 year old man coming to see her soon. She also seems to be begging her friend for one more drink ‘Last one, promise! I’m not drunk enough, Ning!’ 
Sunghoon doesn't say anything until the commotion dies down. Neither do you. 
“Sloshed at 11. Crazy work” he chuckles, and so do you. You nod, thinking that Jake is probably somewhere in a corner, throwing up. He was definitely not the drinker everyone made him out to be. 
He leans in closer, his eyes just for a moment searching yours for acceptance. His head falls down on your shoulder. 
“Hoon?” your voice is just above a whisper. 
He hears it again. It’s just as nice as it was back then. The sound is almost natural. He thinks you were made to call out to him. In contrast to last time, he’s much more optimistic. 
He hums, ushering you to continue “Did you mean it?” He doesn't need you to explain, because he knows exactly what you're referring to. 
A small laugh slips past his lips “I think me being here right now answers that one for you” he rises from the softness of your shoulder slowly, savoring the intimacy. A small smile forms on your lips at his words. 
Pulling back, your eyes fall onto him again. Being with Sunghoon was so easy. 
He pats his lap gently. His eyes are soft, almost begging “Come here” he whispers. The words are heavy with longing. They mingle in the air for just a second longer.
You nod after a moment of hesitation. As you settle onto him, his arms weave around your waist. He draws you into his warmth with his delicate touch. His face nestles into the hollow of your neck as he breathes softly, melting into the comfort of your presence. 
Something seemed to have removed the distance between you and Sunghoon, and for a moment you had the impression that there was absolutely no difference in wealth, age or anything else between you. It was a wonderfully free and unleashing moment where you weren’t really expected to be anything.   
“I’m sorry” he sounds shy, almost embarrassed. 
Sunghoon was never the type to apologize. He’d rather let the conflict simmer down on its own without any further interference. Yet here he was- being vulnerable and honest. 
“You already apologized” you smile, your fingers tangled in his hair. 
He chuckles lightly “Once is not enough” he mutters into your skin, the sound muffled. You feel his wet lips move against your neck. 
He raises his head, looking down at you again. “Can I kiss you?”
A sense of contentment washes over you. You nod, lips parted, waiting for him.
He gently tilts your chin up, his gaze flickering between your eyes and your lips. A soft breath escapes you before he finally captures your lips in a deep, consuming kiss. It quickly grows messy, his hand sliding to the back of your neck. You grasp the neckline of his shirt as his tongue teases the seam of your mouth—seeking, almost begging for entrance.
Sunghoon pulls back, his breathing heavy, his lovesick eyes locked onto you. His lips glisten, slick with your desire.
He presses a trail of open-mouthed kisses along your neck, working his way down to your chest. You watch him through heavy lids, a teasing smile playing on his lips.
“So pretty,” he murmurs, his voice low and rough. His hands slide beneath your shirt, fingers caressing your smooth skin. “Undress for me, please.” There’s a hint of desperation in his words as he tugs at the fabric.
You smile, cupping his cheek. Your thumb glides over his lips, gently parting them. “I don’t know…”
He whimpers quietly, grinding his clothed erection against you. “Don’t tease me. I need to see you.” His movements grow more frantic, his hands grasping at you like he’s desperate to feel every inch.
His face flushes with excitement as you hook your fingers under the hem of your shirt. “Want me to take this off?”
“Fuck, yes.” He nods eagerly, eyes devouring your every movement. One hand drifts down, palming himself through his pants as he watches, entranced.
With slow, deliberate motions, you peel the fabric from your body and toss it onto a nearby chair. His eyes widen with each inch of skin revealed.
“You’re desperate,” you tease, replacing his hand with your own. A feathery moan slips from his lips.
He throws his head back. “Is it obvious?” he breathes, and you confirm with a hum.
“I don’t care,” he admits, his eyes slipping shut as he pushes into your palm, eager for more.
Sunghoon thought about this all the time. He felt like such a pervert, but God, it was finally happening—and it was so much better than he ever imagined.
Last time, he was so close. Ten more minutes and a locked door, and he would’ve had you. Heeseung might have been the first to have you, but Sunghoon planned to be the one who had you best. He’d make you come over and over again until you forgot all about Lee Heeseung.
And judging by the way you were looking at him, it was already starting to work.
“I really need to fuck you,” he groans, biting his lower lip. His breathing is uneven. “So bad.” His fingers trail up your thigh, his touch light, pleading.
“Yeah?” You let out a small laugh, climbing off his lap. Your hands find the soft material of his pants.
He lifts his hips immediately, watching intently as your fingers slide the fabric down his legs.
Sunghoon can feel his heartbeat quickening, his whole body trembling with anticipation. You didn’t know he could get like this. You also didn’t know you’d like it so much.
His breath hitches when you toy with the waistband of his boxers, his legs spreading involuntarily. “Take them off, pretty,” he rasps, his voice cracking. “See how hard I am for you.”
You bite the inside of your cheek, slipping his underwear down. He groans as the fabric slides along his length, his cock springing free.
You prop yourself up on one hand, the other lingering around his thick, leaking length. “Want me to touch you?”
He exhales sharply, his cock twitching against his lower abdomen. “Mhm.” He props himself up on his elbows, eyes dark with need. “Please.”
You press your palm against his tip, moving in slow, circular motions. His breath turns ragged as he throws his head back, surrendering to the feeling.
As your confidence grows, so does your pace. Your hand strokes him, faster, firmer. He pants lightly, looking down at you through half-lidded eyes. “Ride me.”
You smirk and nod, slipping out of your shorts, fingers teasing the waistband of your underwear. He bites his lip, eyes smoldering with lust as his legs spread wider in invitation.
“Take them off me,” you whisper.
He looks up at you, almost as if seeking permission, before ripping the material away.
He’s so desperate to feel you, to touch you, that he wastes no time pulling you back onto his lap.
Sunghoon is mesmerized. He’s been with other girls before, but this is the first time he’s had to work for it. He usually just got what he wanted, no effort required. But now, with you, it feels like a reward. And he plans to cherish every second.
You’ve waited for this moment, savoring every touch, every lingering glance. Each look from him feels like a compliment and promise of something more.
He grips his throbbing length, aligning himself with your entrance. His other hand rests on your hip, steadying you. You can feel his tip pressing against you, and a low moan slips from your lips. He gazes up at you one more time, and you nod.
Slowly, you sink down onto him, your walls stretching to accommodate his thick length. A sharp gasp escapes you as you adjust, his fingers digging into your skin.
“Fuck, Hoon…” He keeps his hold firm, guiding you. “Like this? Is this what you wanted?”
“So fucking good,” he groans. His cock throbs inside you, hitting all the right spots with each downward roll of your hips. “Don’t stop.” His voice is raw with need.
He thrusts up to meet you, his whole body trembling as the wet heat of your cunt envelopes him completely. His self-control is slipping fast. If he had known it would feel this good, he never would have let Heeseung have you first. He would have taken you from the beginning.
You start to move faster, rocking your hips, pleasure building between you both. The sounds of your moans mix with the rhythmic slap of skin against skin.
“So perfect,” he mutters through heavy breaths. “You’re so perfect.”
Your head falls back as Sunghoon presses a hand against your stomach, feeling himself inside you. He grits his teeth, trying to hold back, trying to make it last. But he can already feel it—the tightening coil deep in his core.
“I can’t,” you pant, your walls fluttering around him. The need for release is overwhelming.
With those words, he loses it. He pulls you flush against his chest, thrusting up into you at a frantic pace. “Fuck—gonna cum so deep inside you.”
His teeth sink into your shoulder, leaving red marks in their wake.
“So close, Hoon,” you whimper, and it pushes him to the edge.
He buries himself to the hilt, a guttural moan tearing from his throat as he spills inside you, thick and hot, filling you completely. His eyes roll back as he comes, shuddering beneath you.
You’re right behind him, your climax crashing over you in waves. Your body quivers, collapsing onto his sweaty chest. His cum seeps from your still-clenching walls as he slowly slips out, savoring every second of your tight heat around him.
He watches his seed leak from your fucked-out hole, a satisfied smile tugging at his lips. “So pretty,” he murmurs, his voice hoarse.
With a sigh, he falls onto his back, pulling you down with him.
Sunghoon feels completely content, his fingers lazily tracing patterns along your spine. He can feel your breath against his neck, warm and steady, making him smile.
Today feels like the first day of his life.
….
The rest of the trip was unparalleled. For you and Sunghoon at least. Others could wish to say the same thing. 
Everyday he'd attempt to sneak into your room at night. He even created a special sequence of knocks just so you'd be sure it's him. Jay didn't seem to suspect anything. 
On Wednesday night while using the bathroom he said he wants to film a Get Ready With Me. Just like the ones he'd seen on social media. You laughed, and agreed. This was so unlike him. In a good way though. 
You think about the unrecorded parts- how he stood in between your legs, his face twisted in discomfort as you clear his skin. 
 “Your lipstick choice is fucking terrible. Coral is not your color, Hoon” you smile widely. 
His lips were terribly overlined. The brown pigment reached high beyond his actual mouth. Sunghoon looked so stupid, but to you, it was adorable. 
“Do it for me next time” a fond smile spreads across his face. He holds your hand, his thumb tenderly rubbing your soft skin. 
You look at him with a raised eyebrow “Next time? Didn’t know my princess liked getting her makeup done” he playfully rolls his eyes at you. 
“Too far” he tries to hold back a smile, but his twitching lip gives it away “Keep going” he looks at the cotton pad in your other hand. 
You nod, scooting just a little closer to him. 
Sunghoon stood there silently, eyes closed. His body twitches involuntarily as your fingers graze against his skin. He feels your soft breathing against his neck. The warmth mixed with the soothing swipe of the cotton pad against his face, sends a shiver down his spine, as his body naturally relaxes against you. 
“Gone” you smile and his eyes flush open. His reflection stares back at him in the mirror. 
His skin is irritated, he can tell. And usually he’d freak out. But now, he doesn't seem to really care. 
The doting look in his eyes searched your expression, his hands sliding up and down your bare thighs. 
“You’re so hot,” he says. A small smirk creeps up on his lips as he keeps inching closer. 
“Sunghoon” you glare at him, attempting to look serious. His soft laughter breaks the facade pretty quickly. 
Without another word he presses his slightly stained lips against yours. He smiles against you, his mouth opening faintly. He reaches up to hold your cheek, chest pressing against yours. A moan escapes your mouth as he deepens the kiss. His tongue swipes your bottom lip before slipping past it. 
During field trips he’d find himself drifting closer to you. And when free time came around, he'd run off with you to different parts of the city he once fell in love with. 
With his arm around your shoulders, he’d point to cafes, restaurants,  street art and even benches. He was truly happy. And even if you weren't paying attention to his stories, the genuine smile on his face was enough. 
“No way” you gasp, the amusement evident on your face as you peel away his sleeve slightly “I swear Jake and Jay have the same one” 
Sunghoon laughs, watching you analyze the ‘4’ tattoo on his wrist. 
“They do,” he smiles weakly. “Heeseung has it too” you never noticed. 
You always knew about Jay’s- it was on his right palm. Just recently you saw Jake had it too, hidden on the back of his neck. 
“He does?” Sunghoon nods and points to his ankle. 
It's almost been a year since they got it, but the ink has already started fading away. In a way, Sunghoon was relieved. 
“We were so fucking out of it that night” he starts, and you turn to face him. “It was in Tokyo, I think? This girl we met, she was a tattoo artist” he looks down at it too and his eyes seem to light up “We thought it'd be funny “ 
You grab onto his wrist as he speaks again “My mom was so mad when she found out. She wanted it removed but I was such a fucking asshole to her back then, so I didn't listen” you don’t let go, moving your fingers upwards to hold onto his hand. He smiles. 
“You look badass. Sort of” he chuckles, shaking his head. 
“It looks bad and ass. And I swear her ink was from Aliexpress” he pulls you into his chest. 
It was getting dark outside, but the city was only becoming livelier. Everyone was in a rush, but their ambition and passion was almost tangible. 
“I’m jealous then. Matching tattoos, that's serious dedication” you smile and he laughs at the comment. 
His chin rests on the top of your head, his breathing slow and steady. He watches the orange haze that falls onto the landscape. 
“I’ll get your name tattooed” you hum and it almost sounds like you're judging him. He chuckles “Swear to God” 
“You’re insane” 
The next day he’d find a new spot to take you to. He was a better tour guide than your English teacher, you’d tell him. 
And Heeseung knew about it all. To say he was angry would be an understatement. 
He passed by St. Marks Place with Karina. The girl told him something about her sister being interested in him. He didn't really listen to her though.
 So many people passed by him- maybe 40 in the span of 5 seconds. A lot of them looked similar. New York fashion is diverse, but it really just comes down to the same thing, he notes. 
Yet he pays attention to them all, especially the two oddly familiar faces that stand in front of him, playing with a passerbys dog. 
Until now, Heeseung was pretty sure he had the situation under control. He was giving you the distance he deemed necessary. Still, his eyes never left you. And when they did, once, but for a period longer than ever, you manage to find yourself in the arms of Park Sunghoon again. 
Karina notices it too. He told her all about it, the whole story. She knew he was short-tempered so she never really told him that this wasn't healthy. It’d be on the tip of her tongue every time, lingering far too long for comfort. By the time she was ready, he’d change the topic. 
“She’s being unreasonable, right? Tell me I’m not insane” he asked. His eyes focused on the last sip of whiskey in his glass. 
You are, she thinks. 
“You can’t just expect her to move on because you said so” she wants to laugh, but judging by his worn-out expression, he’s not in the mood for humor. 
He scoffs. Why not? You never had an issue listening to him.
“I didn’t say so” he replies, and she looks at him with her eyebrow raised “I said sorry, Rina. What the fuck else is there to say?” 
“Nothing” Karina’s reply is almost automatic “That’s really the thing, you know? Sometimes sorry isn’t enough” her attempts at ‘comfort’ are fruitless- his head falls on the table after he finishes whatever was left of his drink. 
“Does this haircut make my face look weird?” 
Karina would laugh it off. She’d just let him go on about his haircut, the shoes he bought today, Jake’s glasses that he accidentally stepped on and the stray cat that almost bit him. 
She knew that it was a matter of time until he’d bring you up again. It was a cycle that never ended. 
While you deny him love, you give it to the same person he’s been trying to erase. And in a way it’s his fault- he left the cage open and you walked out. 
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“Are you fucking serious right now? Two parents but still can’t slice up a tomato” Jay scolds the younger boy that was forced to help him in the kitchen. 
“What does that have to do with anything?” Jake retorts, his expression tired as he gives up on the job completely. The massacred tomato lies on the cutting board which Jay swiftly takes over. 
“Everything, Jake. Literally everything” he sighs, sending Jake away with his hand. 
Dinners, hangouts, parties and suddenly everything fell into place. There no longer was the inexplicable animosity hanging in the air. It felt strange at first- the conversations and acts of kindness turned into something a lot more authentic and domestic. This is what you missed the most, it seems. 
“You’re not getting into Harvard, fucking dumbass” Sunghoon laughed, digging his fork into the food prepared by Jay (and as he himself argued, Jake, who waited for the water to boil before dumping in the pasta). 
“My grades are better now” Jake asserted “You’ll see, I’ll have the last laugh. Just wait” the threat and seriousness in his expression makes you chuckle. 
“I’m gonna stay here” Sunghoon smiles. You look at him confused. You well remember him mentioning Princeton. 
“What about Princeton?” Jay brings it up before you manage to do so. Sunghoon shakes his head, setting down his utensils. 
“My step-mom is sick,” he reveals. You grab his hand under the table, and he squeezes hard “She’ll be fine, don’t worry. I just want to be with my family for now. Maybe in the future I’ll transfer” he adds with a smile. 
Sunghoon has never been particularly close to his mother or his step-mother. It was a choice for him. 
Jeongja, his mothers girlfriend, came into his life when he was 5 years old. She took care of him like he was her own. “Blood is not a requirement when it comes to family. I’ll always love you like a son, Sunghoon. Will you remember that?” she told him one day. He always thinks about that time. Sunghoon has always been so loved and he wishes he gave it back sooner, not when he was on the brink of losing her. 
Jay feels a pang of guilt in his chest at his words. Maybe one day he could learn to love his mother again. Not today, not tomorrow but one day. He wants that, more than anything. 
The day comes to a close soon enough, leaving you and Sunghoon to bask in each other's embrace. 
His head is on your stomach, as you play with his hair. It’s grown quite long, especially in the back. 
“Two days before New Year's I was at the event hosted by Heeseung’s father” he starts. You don’t say anything, allowing him to continue “I talked to Heeseung then. That was the last time, actually” he chuckles lightly. There’s a hint of sadness in his tone, but he can't quite tell why. 
“You know he actually likes you?” it doesn't shock you like he expected it to. He doesn't comment on it though, letting you find the right words in reply. 
“I know” you say, and he sits up abruptly, looking at you. 
“You do?” He seems puzzled. It has been so long since he’s seen or even talked to Heeseung. He wouldn't know. 
Maybe there is a part of him that misses the boy. He was his first friend at Saint Matthew’s Academy. He welcomed him like they’d been friends since forever. Heeseung put up with his initial shyness even when it seemed like everyone else couldn't anymore. 
Sunghoon always smiles when he thinks about his first day. Lee Heeseung spotted him in the crowd, and without an introduction, swung his arm around his shoulder, talking to him like an old friend. 
He introduced him to Wonyoung, his first actual girlfriend. Even though he wasn't on the best terms with her right now, even though he was with her out of convenience, the memory of their time shared together makes his heart just a little warmer. 
Heeseung was the one who gave him a life. And he loved him, which made leaving 10 times harder. 
Even so, he doesn't regret the decision. He knew it was pointless to live with the idea of his once best friend that wasn't really accurate anymore. They both deserved better than each other. 
“He’s made it pretty clear” your lips form into a downwards smile.
Sunghoon looks away from you for a brief moment as he speaks up “And it doesn't change anything?” 
“What do you mean?” you tilt your head in question. 
Sunghoon exhales sharply. Even though he knows what answer to expect, there’s still that ounce of fear in him. Fear that stems from being second, being the ‘afterparty’. 
“You still choose this? Even if you know it wasn't necessarily fake after all?” he asks even though he knows he shouldn't. 
You smile, and pull him back into your chest “I should've chosen this from the beginning” he feels his heart grow bigger, a heat rising to his face “It doesn't matter what it was, not really. Didn’t you know I’d come back to you?” he chuckles and shakes his head. 
“I’m happy you did” he murmurs, his eyes shutting. Your hand slips under his shirt, caressing the soft skin on his back “You know, if he ever made you feel worse than us, I hope you know it’s not true. You’re a good girl, and I always knew it. You deserve more, and I’ll make sure you get it, okay?” 
You smile lightly, and nod. 
You look over at the dirty dishes in the sink, messy dinner table, and sigh softly as you think about all the work that’ll have to be conquered soon. 
But you let him fall asleep on your chest, and it feels good. Even if there's things left undone. 
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 It was Jungwon’s birthday dinner today. 
After the school trip you two have grown much closer. He would visit you during breaks or sometimes join you in the study hall. He’d even given up his seat next to Jay (who was surprisingly really good at the subject) in French class to sit with you. 
Jungwon would talk a lot about his girlfriend, Binna. She went to a public school not far from here and met Jungwon during a student exchange program to Sweden. She’d always tell him what people at her school thought about the well renowned, enclosed community of St. Matthew’s. It wasn’t entirely positive, and since Binna was dating one of the ‘stuck-up dickheads that probably wipes his ass with $100 bills’, they wouldn’t really include her in the conversations anymore. 
But you enjoyed hearing about her. Jungwon would ask for advice regarding gifts, places he should take her and things he could do to make her feel loved. And you’d always give it to him. 
He showed you countless pictures of her,  always struggling with choosing one  “She looks pretty in all of these, I swear!” 
Her  brown hair covered her face slightly but you could still see her beautiful face. Big, doe eyes, plump lips that were rosewood pink. She had a scar under her right eye. You thought it made her look so stunning. Jungwon did too. 
During his birthday dinner, you saw them together for the first time. It was almost like he forgot what he was here for in the first place, his attention on her only. 
You sat next to Sunghoon and Jake. Jay sat next to Jake with Niki on his right. Heeseung sat across from you, Karina next to him on the left, Sunoo on his other side. The other people there you didn’t really recognize. 
The relationship between you and Jungwon wasn’t the only thing that changed. A lot of things did. 
“Let’s go back to my house after this” he leaned in closer to you. He didn’t have to even whisper, the conversations that surrounded you ringing in your ears. The music was loud too. You think Sade is playing, but you're not sure. 
Jake, although currently arguing with Jay about baseball clubs, notices. He caught on pretty early. During a walk after school, he brought it up. “Back in the game, huh? How did you even get him to talk?”. He knew you wouldn’t admit to anything, but it was funny to watch you get flustered at his comments. 
“Won’t you be tired?” you ask, and he laughs softly. Tired after eating a free dinner, and cracking a few fake smiles? This was like a day job for him. Countless dinners with his biological father, whom he truly despised, or CEO’s of other successful companies, or with Wonyoung and her parents (he hated those one’s the most). He’s used to it by now. 
He shakes his head ‘no’ which causes you to smile. His hand lingers next to your thigh. He’s tempted to touch you, but Heeseung’s piercing gaze prevents him. He doesn’t know why. It’ll end soon, surely. 
You look over at Jay who's now in conversation with Niki. It’s a little shocking to see them like this. 
Niki never liked Jay, and Jay didn’t like him either. Even if he was meant to marry his sister one day (which he saw maybe four times in his life, but truly wasn’t opposed to- she was so beautiful), Niki just couldn’t care less about Park Jongseong. They seem to be laughing at something now and it doesn't look forced, not at all. It’s a rare view and you almost take a photo. You could tease him with it later. 
Jake turns to you and Sunghoon, noting how the boy is much more talkative when he’s with you. 
“I’ll be back” you say, and Sunghoon nods, watching you stand up. He wants to say ‘I’ll miss you’, but thinks it’s incredibly corny. 
The restaurant is crowded tonight. You seem to be the only big group of people there. You smile while passing an older couple that’s celebrating the wife’s birthday, a small cake  and a big bouquet in a glass vase on the table. 
Warm water slides down your fingers, drips down your wrist as you watch your reflection in the mirror.
January seeped into February while you became better. That's what you want to believe at least. While the hair dye keeps fading away, you think about how Heeseung suggested the color. When you touch what's left of your lip piercing (only a healed  scar), you remember how he picked it out for you. It’s not inherently bad to change yourself for someone, but you wish you hadn't become everything you never wanted to be. 
The door opens, the creak sounding through the bathroom. You don't look up, instead shaking the wetness off your hands. 
“Still scared of the hand-dryer?” he leans against the wall. His tone is almost mocking, and usually you’d laugh with him. But today, just like yesterday and the day before that too, you don't feel like talking to Lee Heeseung. 
“Heeseung, I’m not in the mood” Your tone is flat and his expression- unchanging. “I already told you everything I had to say” 
“Do I make you feel sick? Do you think about what happened between us and feel sick?” You're taken aback by his sudden question. 
There's a moment of painful silence as he gauges your reaction. You look at him with utter confusion, but his expression doesn't seem to falter- he's calm, almost too calm. 
For the weeks after New York, Heeseung went back to ignoring you. You wouldn't see him much either, as he spent most of his time with Karina or a group of guys from your grade. Sometimes, he’d look at you for a moment longer than intended. His lips would part, as if he wanted to say something, but he never did. 
Heeseung started ignoring you, and for the first time since you met him, it was okay. 
“What?” you choke out, and he doesn't repeat. You heard him the first time, didn't you? “N- No. What are you even talking about?” 
He scoffs, his eyes on the floor. Your back is pressed against the sink as you wait for him to continue. 
“Then why him? We were good together” he doesn't sound sad, or resentful. It's almost like the question comes out automatically, like it's standard procedure. 
You want to laugh. He sounds robotic, his ‘apology’ most likely rehearsed. No matter how much time passes, no matter what happens and what doesn't, Heeseung doesn't quite get it. Not at all. 
“I want someone who doesn't see me as a game” you speak and he doesn't fire back- instead he nods. “And honestly, I really don't give a fuck what changed in the middle. You should've told me then, not after we had sex” he cringes at the reminder. 
Was sorry really not enough? He needs a breakthrough, but nothing seems to work. 
The last time he felt like this was when his first real girlfriend broke up with him to be with his brother. They're still together- a stinging reminder of what Heeseung couldn't be. 
He remembers begging her to stay, standing in front of her, a desperate look on his face “I’ll be better” . She just laughed in his face. He felt like such an idiot. 
And it happens yet again- it's just never enough. He's never enough. 
He sighs, his expression changing “Do I have to kill him to get my fucking life back?” 
You look at him confused “I- I don't understand” he shakes his head. His body peels off the wall, as he comes closer to you. 
“That dickhead has it. He stole my life” his voice is just above a whisper, his eyes darkening. You don’t reply, a look of hesitancy on your features. 
His friends, his almost girlfriend, his social status- Sunghoon took it away. He stole his identity, everything he's ever worked for. Heeseung had nothing left. 
His hand lands on your shoulder, his touch tentative at first “I’ll be better” 
He watches you sigh, a twinge of sadness in your eyes that can't look at him. A flash of hope crosses his face, but Heeseung knows it's pointless- he already lost. A long time ago. 
“It doesn't matter anymore, really” you finally speak “And I don't think I’ll ever be over the person you were before, Heeseung” 
Heeseung looked like he knew this was coming. Probably because he did. 
He could say some cliche shit like “You know I’ll always love you?” or “Can you kiss me for the last time?”, but he doesn't. He nods. Maybe because he knew this far longer than he'd like to admit. 
Heeseung recalls the moment he first saw you like it was yesterday. He was being a douche, wasn't he? It always went the same- he showers you with compliments, makes you think he’s emotionally intelligent, and eventually he’d have some fun with you. He never knew it’d go this far, no. 
Now, he hates himself for being so fucking stupid, so reckless. But again, he wouldn't be able to keep it a secret long. They knew, they all did. And time already showed him that they wouldn't wait with the truth. They just would, they all would. 
He’s glad to be leaving soon. Changing schools was never his plan- but it no longer made sense for him to be here. He’s sure there’s nicer things waiting for him in Kyoto. 
He’s sure there’s a better version of him there.
Heeseung wants to tell you that this stupid birthday dinner for silly, little Yang Jungwon is most likely the last time he’ll see you. He wants to tell you that those rumors about him moving are true, but he bites his tongue. You probably knew anyway, and you probably didn't care. 
He hugs you, and you let him. You let him hold you, and you pretend not to hear his quiet sniffles. He wouldn't want you to see him like this. Deep down he hopes that maybe eternal return is real, and he’ll get to have you in the exact same way again at one time. 
Heeseung moves away from you, his glossy eyes glazing over your figure. He moves for the door handle, opening the door. The world becomes much louder again, as the line of tables spreads out in the distance.
“After you” he smiles weakly, his eyes avoiding you. 
You reciprocate the same weak, apologetic smile. Stepping out of the bathroom you don't look back, heading straight for the table you came from. 
You could've kept avoiding it, ignoring the growing pain in your chest whenever he crossed you. But you owed it to him. 
There's a flash of guilt on your features as you approach everyone. But seeing Sunghoon laughing so effortlessly and purely with Jake and Jay again makes your lips curve into a small, genuine smile again. 
“Are you okay?” his wide smile doesn't falter as Sunghoon turns to look at you. There’s a bit of concern in his tone as speaks, though. You nod. 
“Where’s Karina?” you ask, noticing the two empty seats. 
They think it’s weird- you asking about Karina of all people. But no one bothers to really make a comment about it. 
“She left with Heeseung like 10 minutes ago. Didn't you see them leaving?” Jake questions. 
“No” your gaze falls onto Sunghoon again. He looks so happy, and free. It didn't use to be like this. “Let’s get out of here” you lean down, your face at level with his. 
He nods, moving swiftly as he collects his belongings “Yeah. Let’s go. If you’re not tired” he grins. You roll your eyes playfully, shoving him softly. 
He holds your hand, his skin so delicate and smooth against yours. His grip is tight, as if he’s scared something might take you away from him. 
“Let’s go be tired together, yeah?” he nods with a smile, looking down at you. 
And the bittersweetness of February 9th stains you like the blood of a plump cherry on a summer day. But it was always meant to be this way, you think. 
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Jew-hatred is a fascinatingly flexible force. It has shape-shifted throughout time, finding form and expression in wildly divergent locations, religions, political systems, and cultures. One thing that hasn’t changed, though, is our persecutors’ tendency to brand us as the face of the Evil Du Jour.
We’ve been painted as primitive retrogrades refusing to bow to an enlightened religious order, as cunning revolutionaries plotting against established monarchs, as greedy capitalists sucking away hard-earned resources from the poor, as Marxists toppling the pillars of the global economy, as dirty foreigners polluting the gene pool of a glorious host country.
In the current breakdown of oppressors and victims, we’ve been branded as privileged colonizers seeking to ethnically cleanse a people from their own land. The uptick of anti-Semitic attacks since October 7 — be they in Brooklyn, London, Belgium, or Australia — seems to revolve almost entirely around this theme. Jews are assumed to be Zionists, and therefore unwelcome, unwanted bigots, targets of justified hatred.
It’s a disturbing and disillusioning development for all Jews — but especially for those who see themselves as liberated, socially conscious citizens of the modern world. There are lots of those among our secular brothers and sisters. For those who cast Israelis as Nazis and their genocide-craving neighbors as hapless victims, the definition of “Jew” most certainly does not include affinity for the Jewish country. But suddenly they’re learning that their personal politics don’t really matter.
Turns out, you can write books scolding the settlers, or op-eds excoriating the Zionist enterprise, and your book signing will be canceled anyway. You can loudly and proudly condemn Bibi as a war criminal — subtext: unlike compassionate, liberal me — and you will still find graffiti outside your office. You can studiously avoid any mention of the Middle East conflict among your peer group of fellow therapists and social workers, but they will stop referring clients to you anyway, because you’re an assumed colonizer.
The formula is simple: If you’re a Jew, you will be linked to Israel.
- Shoshana Friedman, Mishpacha Magazine, page 80, Issue 1042
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viii. a world alone
pairing: logan sargeant x fem!oc (daisy shaw)
genre: written
based on the 2023 season
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Daisy didn't know what she was thinking when she agreed to this. Scratch that - she didn't even remember Stella telling her about this in the first place so she was likely drunk or delirious, possibly both. The aftermath of Australia was messy to say the least so she knew she'd likely agreed when she was hungover and anxious out of her mind on the plane back.
Normally she headed back to her place in Newcastle when there was enough time between races to make it worthwhile as her mum was there and so was Faith but before the drama Daisy had arranged to visit the factory to complete some sim work for the team and she couldn't exactly back out of it now. Really it was the last thing she wanted to do - show her face at the factory when she had openly called out the unfair treatment and criticised the team on the radio but Daisy wasn't afraid of them either. Let Klaus come track her down and make excuses - it'd be a free comedy show for her.
To combat the negative attention she'd been receiving online, mainly from Daniel's fanbase and some of the more old fashioned minds on the grid who were absolutely thrilled at the turn of events as they could skew that incident to be their justification as to why she didn't deserve her seat on the grid, Stella had somehow worked a miracle and landed her a possible partnership with Jo Malone who were looking to expand their consumer base. And she'd fast tracked Daisy's upcoming Dior cover to flood the media with good press to move things on from Australia.
So now she was in the back of a car with Stella running through a list of potential questions they might ask her for the accompanying article to go with the shoot and the PR approved answers. Did she normally take them with a bit of salt? Yeah, yeah she did because it was more fun that way but given recent events Daisy figured she had to keep to the script as much as possible.
Being photographed and interviewed for a cover feature for one of the biggest luxury brands in the world was surreal for Daisy and something she had never seen coming. She wouldn't lie and claim that she couldn't model more if she wanted to - she was pretty and an athlete so she was always in good shape but her usual style wasn't exactly what brands were looking for.
Daisy was accustomed to harsh, dark eye makeup, excessive chunky jewellery, wild hair, and mainly black clothes. Her style was a far cry from the polished, elegant aesthetic typically associated with luxury brands like Dior. She couldn't help but wonder if she would fit the mould they were looking for.
Listening to her friend's meticulous planning, Daisy resolved to toe the line and play by the rules, at least for now while it was fresh news. She had to present a polished good girl image to the world while her team dealt with the tarnishes the race weekend had brought.
The photoshoot actually ended up being pretty cool. Not that she wasn't aware that it was an experience most people could only dream of but she'd never modelled before and while she wouldn't admit it to anyone, Daisy had been nervous. Over getting her picture taken of all things! She could drive a car around at over 300 kilometres an hour with ease, whipping around sharp turns like there was no tomorrow, but the idea of posing for a photographer was stressing her out.
To her utmost surprise Daisy learned that the artistic team at Dior wanted to honour her darker and more edgy aesthetic and were planning a look inspired by that rather than paint her out to be someone she wasn't. The looks were mostly monochromatic. Lots of black with the occasional pop or white or red. And her absolute favourite - the final outfit they had shot her in was this sharply tailored suit reminiscent of her own racing suit.
She might have felt like a fish out of water there but at least she looked the part.
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From the moment she stepped foot in the factory Daisy found herself in high demand. It was a whirlwind of activity with people seeking her out from basically every department. One minute she was en route to the simulator to carry out the work that had been requested of her by the engineers, and the next she was intercepted and dragged off by the media team to film for 'Grill the Grid.'
"Sorry, Daisy, but we need you for filming a 'Grill the Grid' segment," one of them explained, a sense of urgency in their voice.
Daisy sighed inwardly, knowing that her day was about to become even busier and that any hopes of her leaving the factory at a reasonable time had just died.. Despite her reluctance, she followed the media team to the designated filming area, mentally preparing herself for the rapid-fire questions and challenges that awaited her.
She was barely in the door when she was swiftly ushered away by members of the media team to prepare for the shoot by changing into her race suit. Slipping out of her casual attire she took the suit off the clothing rack where it had been waiting for her and she pulled it on. It always felt weird to be wearing it when they weren't at the track. Daisy quickly checked her appearance in the mirror before she left the makeshift changing room.
As Daisy settled into the filming setup, the media team outlined the challenge for the day's episode of 'Grill the Grid.'
"Today's challenge is all about naming a race winner by surname for each letter of the alphabet," the host explained, a mischievous glint in their eye. "And remember, you've got to think fast as there's a 2 minute time limit!"
Daisy's confidence surged at the prospect of showcasing her racing knowledge in such a fun and competitive format. With a determined grin, she nodded in response to the challenge, her mind already racing to recall the names of past race winners from every corner of the globe.
As the filming began, Daisy's quick reflexes and encyclopaedic knowledge of Formula 1 history were on full display. With each letter presented to her, she effortlessly rattled off the names of iconic drivers who had triumphed on the world stage, showcasing her prowess as a true aficionado of the sport. Being a know it all when it came to F1 history as a result of far too many condescending men asking her to name the world champion from specific years and other more obscure records came in handy sometimes, and this was one of them.
Grill the grid 2023
EP 1 -> A-Z Challenge
Producer: I think you'll be good at this Daisy.
Daisy: Really subtle way of calling me a nerd thanks guys, but you're absolutely right - I've been training my whole life for this with people asking me to name 5 songs off my band shirts and name world champions so sorry to the boys, but it's so over for them and I fully intend to honour Seb though by knowing absolutely everything just to annoy people.
Producer: Confident words, I like it! Well in that case, your two minutes start...now! First letter - A
Daisy: Alonso, rookie of the year am I right?
Producer: That was fast.
Daisy: Yeah well my mum was like in love with him. When we were growing up we used to have one of those candles, like the ones for saints? But it was Alonso so who knows maybe in another life he's my stepdad or something.
Producer: Have you introduced them in the paddock?
Daisy: I haven't yet, managed to keep mum away from him last year at Silverstone but I've a feeling if I don't this year Jenson somehow will.
[CUT TO ZHOU AWKWARDLY LAUGHING]
[CUT TO NORRIS]: I'm stuck already
[CUT TO SAINZ]: Alboreto?
Producer: Yes, exactly!
[CUT TO VERSTAPPEN]; Andretti
[CUT TO PIASTRI]: Alesi?
[CUT TO ALBON]: Alesi? Is he one?
[CUT TO GASLY]: Alesi
[CUT TO TSUNODA]: Alesi
[CUT TO LECLERC, MAGNUSSON, STROLL]: Alesi
[CUT BACK TO ZHOU]
Producer: Someone on the grid now...
[CUT TO BOTTAS]: Alonso
[CUT TO OCON, PEREZ, SARGEANT, NORRIS]: Alonso
[CUT TO A GRINNING ALONSO]: ...Ascari
Producer: You can skip
[CUT TO HULKENBERG]: Yeah, pass
[CUT TO ZHOU]: Skip
Producer: 'B'
[CUT TO DAISY SMIRKING]
Daisy: JB baby! Justin Bieber...I mean the supreme slag, Jenson Button. Wait can we even keep that in?
[CUT TO GASLY]: Brundle?
[CUE INCORRECT BUZZER]
[CUT TO ALBON]: Not Brundle, I imagine
[CUT TO A VERY SELF ASSURED LANDO]
[CUT TO NORRIS]: Barrichello
[CUT TO A CONFUSED PEREZ]
[CUT TO ALONSO]: Next
[CUT BACK TO DAISY]
Producer: Fernando skipped this one you know
[DAISY ROLLS EYES BEFORE GRINNING CHEEKILY]
Daisy: Not even the Fernando Alosno can escape early onset dementia apparently. Hope that doesn't cause too much of a lover's quarrel with him and Jenson.
[CUT TO TSUNODA]: Skip
[CUT TO ALBON]: Oh! B! Button
[CUT TO OCON]: Button
[CUT TO STROLL]: Button
[CUT TO PEREZ]: Button
[CUT TO ZHOU]: Bottas
[CUT TO HULKENBERG]: Bottas
[CUT TO GASLY]: I don't know
[CUT TO BOTTAS]: Bottas
[CUT TO MAGNUSSON]: Brabham
[CUT TO LECLERC]: Berger
[CUT TO VERSTAPPEN]: Brabham
[CUT TO PIASTRI]: Brabham
[CUT TO SAINZ]: Brabham
[CUT TO SARGEANT]: Barrachielo
Producer: 'C'
[CUT TO ALBON]: C? Skip
[CUT TO A BLANK HULKENBERG AND ALONSO]
[CUT TO SAINZ]: Uhhh Col....?
[CUT TO A THINKING STROLL]
[CUT TO BOTTAS]: Charles..but that's not a surname
[CUT TO PEREZ]: Charles...it's gotta be a last name though right?
[CUT TO LECLERC]: Chiroun?
[CUE INCORRECT BUZZER]
[CUT TO A SURPRISED LECLERC]: Ah, he didn't win no?
[CUT TO NORRIS]: Pass
[CUT TO DAISY]: Clark
[CUT TO ALONSO, OCON, MAGNUSSON, TSUNODA]: Pass
[CUT TO A HESITANT HULKENBERG]:C...Coulthard?
[CUT TO GASLY]: Coulthard
[CUT TO BOTTAS]: Coulthard
[CUT TO SAINZ]: Coulthard
[CUT TO PIASTRI]: Coulthard
[CUT TO SARGEANT]: Coulthard
[CUT TO STROLL]:Coulthard
[CUT TO PEREZ]: Clark
[CUT TO VERSTAPPEN]: I don't know
[CUT TO ZHOU]: Skip
PRODUCER: 'D'
[CUT TO A THINKING SARGEANT]: D....
[CUT TO A BLANK FACED PIASTRI]
[CUT TO A SILENT HULKENBERG]
[CUT TO A CONFUSED LECLERC]
[CUT TO AN EVEN MORE CONFUSED ALBON]
[CUT TO BOTTAS MAKING AWKWARD EYE CONTACT WITH THE CAMERA]
[CUT TO GASLY]
[CUT TO VERSTAPPEN]: I don't know
[CUT TO MAGNUSSON]: Davidson?
[CUT TO STROLL]: Davidson?
[CUE INCORRECT BUZZER]
[CUT TO SAINZ WITH NOT A THOUGHT BEHIND HIS EYES]
[CUT TO BOTTAS]: Pass
[CUT TO ALONSO]: Pass
[CUT TO NORRIS]: Pass
[CUT TO OCON]: Pass
[CUT TO PEREZ]: Pass
[CUT TO PIASTRI]: Pass
[CUT TO SARGEANT]: Pass
[CUT TO STROLL]: Pass
[CUT TO GASLY]: Skip
[CUT TO TSUNODA]: Skip
Daisy: Depailler? There's only been him and De Angelis right..
Producer: That's correct! I think you're the only one who got that
Daisy: Huh, these boys need to up their game
[CUT TO ZHOU]: Skip
PRODUCER: There's no E, moving onto F
[CUT TO SAINZ, ALBON, LECLERC]: FANGIO
[CUT TO ALONSO]: Farina
[CUT TO HULKENBERG]: Fittapaldi
[CUT TO GASLY, PIASTRI, ZHOU]: Fischella
[CUT TO BOTTAS]: Pass
[CUT TO NORRIS, MAGNUSSON, PEREZ]: Pass
[CUT TO SARGEANT]: Skip
[CUT TO OCON]: FITTIPALDI
Daisy: Farina
[CUT TO STROLL]: Pass
[CUT TO VERSTAPPEN]: Pass
[CUT TO TSUNODA]: Skip
PRODUCER: 'G'
[CUT TO ALBON]
[CUT TO NORRIS]: 'G?'
[CUT TO LECLERC]: 'G,G.G'
[CUT BACK TO A CONFUSED ALBON]: 'G...?'
PRODUCER: Think of someone current on the grid
[CUT BACK TO LECLERC]: G? Gug?...
[CUT TO A SILENT HULKENBERG]
[CUT BACK AGAIN TO ALBON]: G..as a surname?...Currently... uhhh
[CUT TO STROLL]
[CUT TO MAGNUSSON]: I'm blanking now
[CUT TO ZHOU]: I can't remember any
[CUT TO HULKENBERG]: No grosjean...
[CUT TO PEREZ]: G
[CUT TO NORRIS]: I don't know
[CUT TO ALONSO]: Pass
[CUT TO PIASTRI]: Pass
[CUT TO STROLL]: Pass
[CUT TO SAINZ]:...Ga
[CUT TO HULKENBERG]
[CUT TO ZHOU]: Which team is he?
Producer [laughing]: I can't tell you that
[CUT TO A SMILING GASLY]: Pierre Gasly
[CUT TO A FRANTIC LECLERC]: Gasly!
[CUT TO MAGNUSSON]:..Gasly
[CUT TO SAINZ]: Gasly
[CUT BACK TO ALBON]: Oh! Pierre Gasly
[CUT TO BOTTAS, VERSTAPPEN, ZHOU]: Gasly
[CUT TO OCON]: Gasly -  Ahh its race winner not world champion ah ok,ok,ok
[CUT TO A STILL UNKNOWING TSUNODA]: Umm skip.. Giovanazzi?..
[CUT TO SARGEANT]: Pass
[CUT TO TSUNODA]: GASLY!
Daisy: That would be mr liked by Pierre Gasly himself
Producer: Have you been liked by Pierre Daisy
Daisy [nodding with a coy smirk]: many times, but you know who I've been liked by more?
Producer [laughing]: Do tell us
Daisy [now winking at the camera]: His girlfriend, hey Kika if you're watching, we should go out sometime
[CUT TO GASLY]
Producer: As a heads up I think you may have some competition for your girlfriend Pierre
Pierre: Really?
Producer: Yeah, they're quite confident too
Pierre: It's Daisy isn't it
PRODUCER: 'H'
[CUT TO BOTTAS]: Heikkenen
[CUT TO NORRIS]: I don't know anyone
Producer: You don't know anyone?   
[CUT TO PEREZ, PIASTRI, ZHOU, GASLY, ALONSO]: Hill
[CUT TO ALBON]: Lewis Hamilton
[CUT TO HULKENBERG]: Hamilton
[CUT BACK TO A SHEEPISH NORRIS]:..Lewis Hamilton
[CUT TO LECLERC]: It's impossible with the cameras!
[CUT TO SARGEANT, SAINZ, MAGNUSSON, STROLL,TSUNODA]: Hamilton
Daisy: Sir Lewis Hamilton
[CUT BACK TO A FLUSTERED LECLERC]: Hamilton..oh my god!
[CUT TO OCON]: Hamilton
[CUT TO VERSTAPPEN]: Um Hamilton...wouldn't have been good if I didn't get that one
Producer: 'I'
[CUT TO PIASTRI]:
[CUT TO TSUNODA]: Skip
[CUT TO NORRIS]: Nah
[CUT TO PEREZ]: Pass
[CUT TO SARGEANT]: Why is this so hard?
[CUT TO ZHOU]: Skip this one
[CUT BACK TO PIASTRI]: Pass
Daisy: Irvine
[CUT BACK TO SARGEANT]: Pass
[CUT TO MAGNUSSON]: Irvine
[CUT TO ALBON]: Irvine, Eddie Irvine
[CUT TO GASLY]: Ickx
[CUT TO VERSTAPPEN]: Irvine
[CUT TO STROLL, SAINZ, BOTTAS, HULKENBERG]: Irvine
[CUT TO LECLERC]: Eh Irvine
[CUT TO ALONSO]: Pass
[CUT TO OCON]: Pass
Producer: 'J'
[CUT TO LECLERC]: JJJ
[CUT TOBOTTAS]
[CUT TO ALBON]:J..um.. skip
[CUT TO BOTTAS]: I don't know
[CUT TO OCON, ALONSO, PEREZ]: Pass
[CUT TO HULKENBERG]: No
[CUT TO NORRIS]: No idea
[CUT TO STROLL]: No..I don't know
[CUT TO GASLY]: Uhh I don't know
[CUT TO SARGEANT]: I keep thinking of first names
[CUT TO SAINZ]:Jaques- no, no
[CUT BACK TO SARGEANT]: J, J, J, uh I pass
[CUT TO ZHOU]: Skip
[CUT TO VERSTAPPEN]: Pass
[CUT TO MAGNUSSON]: Jabouille
Daisy: Jones
[CUT TO PIASTRI]: J.. Uh Alan Jones
Producer: 'K'
[CUT TO ALBON]: Um..K? Kimi oh no - skip
[CUT TO PIASTRI]: Keke Rosberg
[CUT TO GASLY]: Keke Rosberg, haha ok pass
[CUT BACK TO PIASTRI]: I don't know
[CUT TO LECLERC]: K, K
[CUT TO HULKENBERG]:
[CUT TO VERSTAPPEN]:
[CUT BACK TO HULKENBERG]: No
[CUT TO SARGEANT]: Did Kovalainen ever win?
[CUT TO SAINZ]: Kovalainen
[CUT TO OCON]: Kovalainen
[CUT TO STROLL]: Kovalainen
[CUT TO MAGNUSSON]: Klean? No
[CUT TO TSUNODA]: Keke
[CUT TO BOTTAS, ALONSO, PEREZ]: Pass
Daisy: Kubica
[CUT TO NORRIS]: I dunno, I dunno
'L'
[CUT TO ZHOU]: No, Lando is N
[CUT TO NORRIS BLANKING]
Producer: One of your good mates
Lando: I don't know people's surnames
[CUT TO HULKENBERG]: Lauda
[CUT TO OCON, MAGNUSSON, GASLY, SARGEANT, TSUNODA]: Lauda
Producer: Someone you race with..alongside
[CUT TO VERSTAPPEN GIVING A DEADPAN STARE]: I'm terrible
[CUT TO LECLERC]: Leclerc
[CUT TO PEREZ]: Ah yes, sure, Leclerc
Daisy: The prince of monaco
Producer [amused]: is that your final answer?
[DAISY NODS]: yep
[CUE INCORRECT BUZZER]
Daisy: Oh come on! That's robbery, it's rigged! How is that wrong?
[CUT TO ALBON]: Leclerc
[CUT TO SAINZ]: Leclerc
[CUT TO ALONSO]: Leclerc
[CUT TO BACK TO LECLERC]: I'm so selfish, I was waiting for the 'L'
[CUT TO BOTTAS]: Pass
[CUT TO PIASTRI]: Pass
[CUT TO STROLL]: I don't know
Producer: 'M'
[CUT TO SARGEANT]: Magnusson?
[CUT TO MAGNUSSON]: Mansel
[CUT TO A VERY SERIOUS NORRIS]: Mustache
[CUT TO PEREZ]: Mansel
[CUT TO OCON]: Mansel
[CUT BACK TO SARGEANT]: Mansel
[CUT TO GASLY]: Mansel
[PRODUCER TO LANDO]: Come on!
[CUT BACK AN UNAWARE LANDO NORRIS]
[CUT TO PIASTRI]: Mclaren
[CUT TO NORRIS AGAIN]: Ehh
[CUT TO ALONSO]: It has to be...
[CUT TO ALBON]
[CUT TO ALONSO]: Pass
[CUT TO ALBON]: Montoya
[CUT TO LECLERC, TSUNODA, SAINZ]: Massa
[CUT TO VERSTAPPEN]: I've lost everyone's surnames now it's terrible
[CUT TO BOTTAS]: Pass
[CUT TO HULKENBERG SHAKING HEAD]
[CUT TO STROLL]: Pass
Producer: 'N'
[CUT TO MAGNUSSON]: Hmm
[CUT TO LECLERC]: N-N
[CUT TO SAINZ]: N-
[CUT TO ALBON]: God this is hard
[CUT TO NORRIS]: My brain doesn't work with this kind of stuff
[CUT TO PEREZ, TSUNODA]: Norris?
[CUE INCORRECT BUZZER]
[CUT TO OCON]: Norris?
[CUE INCORRECT BUZZER]
[CUT BACK TO OCON]: Oh not yet
[CUT TO ALBON]: No Lando you haven't won yet mate
[CUT TO HULKENBERG, VERSTAPPEN, MAGNUSSON]: No
[CUT TO PEREZ, STROLL, PIASTRI, GASLY, ALONSO]: Pass
[CUT TO SARGEANT]: I've got nothing
[CUT TO SAINZ]: Nannini
[CUT TO DAISY]: Nilsson right?
Producer: 'O'
[CUT TO TSUNODA]
Producer: It's recent
[CUT TO NORRIS]: Recent?
[CUT TO STROLL]: How recent?
[CUT TO ALBON]: Oh god - next
Daisy: Ocon - Hungary 21 right?
[CUT TO MAGNUSSON]: No, I'm blanking
[CUT TO PEREZ, PIASTRI, BOTTAS]: Pass
[CUT TO HULKENBERG]: Pass
[CUT TO SAINZ]: I don't know this one
Producer: He's on the grid
[CUT BACK TO SAINZ]: Ah yeah
[CUT TO LECLERC]: On the grid..
[CUT TO ALONSO GRINNING DEVILISHLY]
Producer: Might have been a teammate of yours...French...tall...   
[CUT TO ALONSO]: Pass
[CUT TO SAINZ AGAIN]: No don't tell me,..Olonso?
Producer: Won in Hungary, French
[CUT TO LECLERC]: Ocon
[CUT TO SARGEANT]: Ocon
[CUT TO VERSTAPPEN]: Ocon
Producer: Teammate
[CUT TO GASLY]: O... Esteban Ocon
[CUT TO OCON]: O, Ocon
[CUT TO SAINZ]: Ehhh I don't know
[CUT TO STROLL]: O..Ocon
[CUT TO TSUNODA]: Ocon
[CUT TO NORRIS]: Oh yeah..:I'll skip it anyway
Producer: 'P'
[CUT TO SARGEANT]: Prost
[CUT TO BOTTAS, PIASTRI, OCON]: Prost
[CUT TO ALBON, MAGNUSSON]: Piquet
[CUT TO GASLY, SAINZ]: Patrese
[CUT TO STROLL]: Patrese
Daisy: Prost
[CUT TO NORRIS, TSUNODA]: Perez
[CUT TO VERSTAPPEN]: Uh Checo!
[CUT TO PEREZ]: Perez
[CUT TO LECLERC]: P...
[CUT TO ALONSO]: Pass
[CUT TO BACK TO LECLERC]:?
Producer: 'R'
[CUT TO ALBON]: There must be so many with R
[CUT TO LECLERC, GASLY, NORRIS, MAGNUSSON, PIASTRI, SARGEANT] : Rosberg
[CUT TO VERSTAPPEN]: Kimi..Raikkonen
[CUT TO STROLL/SAINZ]: Raikkonen
[CUT TO PEREZ]: Rodriguez
[CUT TO TSUNODA]: Ricciardo
Daisy: Russell, Raikkonen, Rosberg one and two.. will I keep going?
Producer: Forgetting someone Daisy?
Daisy:I would never. Doesn't sound like me at all
[CUT TO ALBON]: Ricciardo
[CUT BACK TO DAISY EERILY MIRRORING FERNANDOS GRIN]
[CUT TO ALONSO]: Pass
[CUT TO BOTTAS]: Pass
[CUT TO OCON]: I don't know
Producer: 'S'
[CUT TO BOTTAS]: Schumacher
[CUT TO PIASTRI]: Senna
[CUT TO PEREZ]: Schumacher
[CUT TO GASLY]: Senna
[CUT TO HULKENBERG]: Schumacher
[CUT TO STROLL]: Senna
[CUT TO MAGNUSSON]: Senna
[CUT TO SARGEANT]: Senna
[CUT TO OCON]: Senna
[CUT TO VERSTAPPEN]: Stewart
[CUT TO ALONSO]: Sainz
[CUT TO SAINZ]: Sainz
[CUT TO TSUNODA]: Sainz
Producer: He drove for your team
[CUT TO LECLERC LAUGHING]: Sainz
Daisy: Well, since I can't say myself, Senna
Producer: 'T'
[CUT TO VERSTAPPEN:T
[CUT TO HULKENBERG]: T
[CUT TO SAINZ]: Teee
[CUT TO LECLERC]:
[CUT TO TSUNODA: T
[CUT TO STROLL]:
[CUT TO PEREZ]: T T T
[CUT TO OCON]:
[CUT TO SARGEANT]: T I don't know...
[CUT TO PIASTRI]: Pass
[CUT TO ALONSO]: Pass
[CUT TO VERSTAPPEN AGAIN]: No
[CUT TO SAINZ]: It's so difficult this game
[CUT TO STROLL]: I dunno
Producer: The most recent T was Yarno Trulli but it was quite a long time ago
[CUT TO GASLY]: Trulli
[CUT TO LECLERC]:
[CUT TO MAGNUSSON]:Tambay
Daisy:: Taruffi
[CUT TO BOTTAS]: Tambay
Producer: 'V'
[CUT TO TSUNODA]: Vettel
[CUT TO HULKENBERG]: V, Villeneuve
[CUT TO PIASTRI]: Villeneuve
[CUT TO MAGNUSSON]: Villeneuve
[CUT TO GASLY]: V, V
[CUT TO OCON]: Hmmm
[CUT TO BOTTAS, SAINZ, SARGEANT, LECLERC, ALONSO]: Verstappen
[CUT TO VERSTAPPEN]: myself
Daisy: Vettel
[CUT TO GASLY]: Verstappen
[CUT TO OCON]: Oh my god..Verstappen
Producer: 'W'
[CUT TO PIASTRI]: W...
[CUT TO SARGEANT]: W,W,W
[CUT TO ALONSO]: Pass
[CUT TO LECLERC]: I don't know any
Producer:...Australian
[CUT TO TSUNODA]: Australian...W
[CUT TO OCON]: William?
[CUT TO BOTTAS]: Webber
[CUT TO SAINZ]: Webber
[CUT TO A FRAZZLED OSCAR PIASTRI]:W, Webber!
Daisy: Multi 21 Mark Webber
[CUT BACK TO OCON]: Webber
[CUT TO MAGNUSSON]: Watson
[CUT TO GASLY]: Uhh
[CUT TO TSUNODA]:I don't know
OUT OF TIME
ROUND ONE RESULTS
Daisy Shaw     Porsche    20 points
Carlos Sainz    Ferrari        16 points
Kevin Magnusson    Haas     14 points
Pierre Gasly     Alpine          14 points
Logan Sargeant          Williams 13 points
Esteban Ocon     Alpine            12 points
Charles Leclerc Ferrari         12 points
Oscar Piastri    Mclaren          11 points
Alex Albon    Williams         10 points
Lance Stroll    Aston Martin          10 points
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The cameras stopped rolling once they had made their way through every letter and Daisy was dismissed by the media team. Saying a quick goodbye to everyone Daisy headed out before they changed their mind and asked her to refilm something they weren't fully satisfied with. Crossing media duties off of her mental to-do list, Daisy made a beeline for the simulator.
Settling into the seat Daisy felt herself wake up. There was something about getting behind a wheel whether it was for a race or just in the sim that put her on full alert and could snap her out of her otherwise sleepy demeanour.
Back in Australia the engineers had briefed her on a new upgrade they were looking for her to test so that if it improved performance, it could be implemented ideally before Baku but if that wasn't possible they would definitely be ready for Miami with it. Daisy had been a little surprised at the talk of upgrades when they were barely three races into the season but if it improved her chances of making it to the podium, she'd accept them with open arms.
It was a modification to their rear wing design. Daisy had been told that it was aiming at improving their aerodynamic efficiency and downforce generation and that had lead to her going on a rant to the engineers with further questions. She was sure they must be sick of her yapping all the time. After all she was there to drive, not work on the cars to the same extent like them but Daisy believed knowing the car as in depth as she did was a unique advantage she possessed.
Without sounding like too much of a diss to Daniel, Daisy hadn't seen him having a nerdy freak out over corner grip and the potential stability improvements to the car in the high speed sectors like she did, although she sincerely doubted anyone else on the grid got as excited about little discussions like that as much as she did.
The simulator came to life once Daisy kick started it, the high definition screen transporting her to the circuit in Baku. Ideally they'd have this upgrade in time to help them keep up the pace at the high speed circuit full of tight corners. If it worked as well as they were all hoping it did, there'd be another chance at fighting for a podium, maybe even a win to compensate for the one she just lost.
With the new rear wing configuration loaded into the simulator, Daisy gripped the steering wheel and began her test runs on Baku. Pushing  the car to its limits, she feels the subtle changes in handling and stability introduced by the upgraded wing.
As she navigated the virtual track, Daisy's focus was unwavering, her years of experience in the cockpit guiding her every move. The upgraded components responded to her inputs with precision, and she could feel the subtle improvements in handling and performance with each lap.
The engineers monitored her progress from their stations, analysing the data streaming in real-time. Daisy's feedback was invaluable as she provided insights into how the upgrade affected the car's dynamics and overall behaviour on the track.
Despite the controlled environment of the simulator, Daisy approached each corner with the same intensity and determination as she would on race day. Lap after lap, she pushed the limits of the car, exploring its capabilities and fine-tuning her driving technique to maximize its potential.
After several test runs and adjustments to fine-tune the wing settings, Daisy completes her evaluation of the upgrade. The engineering team gathers around the simulator, discussing the data and Daisy's feedback to determine whether the new rear wing meets their performance targets.
Daisy was about to join them to take a look at the raw data for herself as well because everything had felt so promising as she was driving but that hope was promptly ripped away from her as the unmistakable figure of Klaus Muller appeared in the doorframe.
If you asked her back in Jeddah Daisy would have nothing but positive things to say on her team principal. She'd always appreciate the gamble he took in signing her because she knew it had ruffled a lot of feathers in the paddock that a rookie team was bringing in a rookie driver, and not just any rookie - a girl. He'd faced a lot of heat and pressure for his decisions but Daisy had never not felt valued at the team. Up until last week when she was clearly sabotaged just to placate the other driver.
"Daisy," he called loudly "we need to talk."
Even his voice was irritating her in that moment and to be honest she didn't want to hear the half arsed excuses from him. So much so that she gave him a response that would definitely have Stella ripping her hair out if she heard it. "No we don't Klaus. You need to talk to me but I have absolutely nothing to say to you."
"Look Daisy," he sighed "it was for the good of the team and for Daniel's morale. Getting him a podium at his home race worked wonders."
Daisy actually saw red when those words left his mouth and even though she knew it was probably going to across as bratty and self cantered she couldn't help herself in giving him a snappy reply "and what about me Klaus? Would getting my first win not have been even better for the team? Screw that! Would a fucking double podium not have been a dream for everyone? Yeah it would, but I guess we'll never know for sure since you were clearly so unconfident in Daniel keeping the podium that I had to play second fiddle to him for the end of that race. I'm more of a fool I suppose since I followed the stupid orders but I'm telling you now it's not going to happen again. I'm not a second driver Klaus, I don't care how long he's been in the sport or how badly you want him to succeed."
Klaus Müller didn't get visibly angry often. He carried more of a quiet authority and rarely raised his voice but there he was standing in front of Daisy, face tinted red and bordering on shouting "It's a team effort Daisy. You'll follow the instructions or you can find yourself another seat for next year."
She scoffed at that "if it was a team effort both of us would have been treated equally, forcing me to stay back so you can favour Daniel is nothing but selfish so don't try say I don't care about the team. And Klaus, you might be saying that a threat but I fucking promise you that I will find a better seat if this happens again. I'm sure plenty of teams would be dying to crown the first female world champion."
"Careful Daisy," he scowled "you'll have to win a race first for that to happen."
Clenching her fists Daisy sneered at him "and whose fault is that? Oh wait! It's yours. Get fucked Klaus."
Turning on her heels for the exit Daisy stomped out of the room, ignoring the calls from team principal. Perhaps starting an argument with him wasn't the wisest of moves considering he could literally fire her or not resign her for the following season but Daisy was so annoyed by her win getting snatched away from her for a singular third place finish. They traded a win for mediocrity!
Immediately Daisy paced through the corridors to get to the main entrance so she could leave. She physically couldn't spend another minute in the factory or else she'd punch a hole in the wall, or Klaus' face. Whichever was closer.
With her seat possibly in risk after her little blow-up with Klaus, of course she didn't know for certain how personally he'd take it and if he was fully serious with his threat, she figured she should definitely text Jenson to start formulating a back up plan if that did happen. She could practically picture the man's hair greying at the text she sent to him - what could she say. She loved the drama.
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messages!
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daisy heyyyy bestie🥰
jenson what did you do
daisy woah
not you immediately assuming i'm the problem
jenson am i wrong though?
daisy eh it's debatable
he had it coming🤷‍♀️
jenson you're actually going to be the reason i go grey daisy
daisy now that's just uncalled for
i'm a little angel jense
but i might have had a proper go at klaus...
jenson not gonna lie i was expecting worse from you
like it's not ideal but I'm not saying you weren't justified and that he didn't have it coming after that shitshow
daisy YES KING‼️
supporting women's rights and wrongs
as you should
jenson my husband is literally a war criminal it comes with the territory
daisy HUSBAND??
not you calling fernando your husband yourself🤭
that's my job old man
get up! your mancrush is sooo embarrassing
jenson sometimes i wonder how much easier my life would if i managed literally anyone else on the grid
daisy lying isn't a good luck on you jense
you know you love me and the drama is a little bonus! you'd be bored out your mind if you were working with anyone else
jenson whatever you want to think daisy
on a serious note though don't worry about klaus, i'll talk to him and if things are similar next race we'll start reaching out to other teams for next year
daisy thanks dad😌✨
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unknown number so how about that coffee
daisy logan?
unknown in the flesh
well not really but yk what i mean
unless you were expecting someone else? then this is really awkward
daisy nope :) i don't usually give my number out
unknown number CHANGED TO logan
logan you're in the drivers chat though..
daisy with a different number💀
they use it way too much
this is my personal :)
logan woah should i be honoured to have THE daisy shaw's number
daisy definitely, it's only for pretty boys
logan consider me very honoured then🤭
daisy baku? i'm flying in early on the tuesday
logan same!! see you there :)
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Driver profile : Y/N L/N
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Name : Y/N M/N M/L/N
Nicknames : N/N , bella , demon spawn, amour , love , sprout.
Nicknames by fans : Valkyrie, the unofficial official grid mom , Merc queen, red bull princess, angel, f2 grid mom , stargirl .
Age : I estimated her to be around 27 (it's not fixed so you can change it to whatever you like)
Birthday : 23 . October . (Same thing , you can put yours or any other date🤷🏻‍♀️)
Birthplace : Sydney, Australia
Blood type : B+
Languages : fluent in English, french + (language of choice) , basic Dutch , Spanish , and a little bit of Arabic.
Resident : between Monaco, London, New York and Sydney.
Personality : spitfire on track , a power that install fear in the hearts of every team and any driver she's up against , believes in actions and hard work rather than words spewed around , so if you have the balls and nerves to poke her , you better have the results to back you up or you won't see the end of it from her or her fans or the rest of the grid .
Known as The grid keeper/ no#1 mom who keeps them in line but could be found in the midst of chaos leading them with their antics and pranks . off track , she's an introverted small bean that can scare the daylight out of you if you rubbed her the wrong way, shy and closed off is the first impression that everyone gets when meeting her but once you get to know her she's the sweetest and most genuine/spontaneous person you'll ever meet , her RBF hides a gentle kind soul , that makes her the best person to give comfort and assurance even if she denies it. Protective bear of her loved ones and won't stop at anything till she make sure they're okay. She either acts like an old lady that complains about her back and knees , or like a little kid on a sugar rush , it's a normal day to find her around the grid at the most confusing places : climbing motorhomes just because/hiding behind tyres while everyone lose their minds trying to find her /sleeping in an ice tup cause she got too comfortable.
Habits: play with her hands when nervous, pout unconsciously when she's too focused on something, pick at her fingers when uncomfortable/stressed (if close , Charles would give her one of his rings to play with , or others would let her play with their fingers to distract her) , jumps whenever she gets exited, tilt her head when confused, clenches her fists/jaw when she gets irritated ( the guys knows when to interfere to stop her from beating someone), sings/humms absentmindedly through her day , do a little dance when happy, talks to herself in a quiet voice.
Occupation :
Former Formula 1 driver
Years of work : (2015-2022)
Racing biography 🏎️ :
*‌Toro Rosso :
2015 alongside : Max Verstappen #33.
2016 alongside : Carlos Sainz #55.
*‌Renault(alpine) : 2017 alongside : Nico Hülkenberg #27.
*‌Alpha Romeo(sauber) : 2018 alongside : Charles leclerc #16.
‌*Mercedes AMG Petronas F1 team : 2019 - July 2022 alongside : Lewis Hamilton #44.
Currently:
• CEO/founder of Ingrid and willows brand (2018-now) .
• CEO and representative of L/N international corps (2022-now) .
•reserved driver for (RBR) Red Bull Racing (2023) .
Hobbies/skills : reading, playing piano, camping, hiking, cooking in general (loves backing) , painting specially with her youngest brother, singing, fast learner , have a very strong memory , is a pro at reading people and could tell their emotions and can almost alway tell when someone's lying , skilled stealthy prankster when provoked (by lando and max)..... .etc .
Family members :
‌father : f/N l/N .
‌mother : m/N M/l/N .
‌older brother: Edward l/N .
‌younger brother: Thomas l/N
Father :
Name : F/N M/N l/N
Occupation: CEO/founder of L/N international corps.
Social status: single father of (Edward , Y/N , Thomas l/N ).
Resident: London , UK.
Name : M/N M/l/N
Occupation: not found.
Social status: not found.
Status: alive .
Resident : Rome, Italy.
Name : Edward/Eddie M/N l/N
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Age : 30
Occupation: CEO/founder of wildonwall (a worldwide known professional architectural company that deals in designing/building and supervising projects around the world).
Social Status: married to ( Alison Graham ) , father of two (one boy : Marcus/Marc , one girl : Ingrid/gigi ).
Resident: London , UK.
Name : Thomas/Tommy/ben M/N l/N
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Age : 22
Occupation: student of fine arts , Oxford university.
Social status: a single Pringle who don't know how to mingle.
Resident: Monte Carlo , Monaco - London , UK.
Facts and background infos :
‌she's the only daughter of the L/N family , but chose to race with her grandmother's maiden name instead . She wanted to establish herself away from her father's name .
‌very independent , and mature beyond her age .‌
she's the backbone of her family, both her brothers and father own it to her for helping them through their lives .
‌she had a complicated relationship with her mother to say the least, she was the one who suffered the most when she left .
‌her parents split up when she was only 5 . her mom walked away leaving them with her baby brother who was barely months old .
‌her mother tried to forcefully take Eddie (the eldest) along with her while their father was out with Tommy, but he refused to part from his sister , resulting in a very traumatic day for the two kids.
‌she watched her dad as he struggled with taking care of them three , feeling like a failure who couldn't tend to his own children.
‌so she took it up on herself to help him take care, comfort and nurture her baby brother.
‌he tried to get her to live her age but she won't stop worrying about her brother and he won't settle unless she's close .
‌just hearing her voice got him from screaming his lungs out to cooing and giggling.
‌their bond only grew stronger as they grew up .
‌he was at his best behaviour when she's around, forgetting about the tantrums and wailing matches he had with his traumatized babysitter who quit the moment their father came back home .
‌her childhood wasn't the most ideal but she got her family with her and that was more than enough for her.
‌her dad was more than relieved when she finally had interest in something other than studying or taking care of them .
‌he watched as her love for racing grow untill he offered to take her to her first grand Prix.
‌she didn't sleep for days after .
‌daniel was her first friend in the sport .
‌they met through one of her uncles friends back in Australia , both didn't like eachother at all .
she was the quiet observing kid and he was the bouncing ball of energy , but they bonded through their love for racing .
‌she moved to Europe (between UK and France) with her dad where she found more suitable competitions to partake in, but she tried to keep in touch with him through the years , but they both got busy and lost connection.
‌she kept to herself and worked hard to build her skills.
Maintaining a healthy balance between her studies and racing .
‌untill she met some of the kids older/close to her age , most didn't take her seriously and even encouraged her to drop racing . But she also met little max .
Both acknowledged the other but kept their distance on the beginning.
‌the boy was blunt and she was unfazed.
‌they respected the other hard work and we're motivated to beat eachother at every race.
‌they surprisingly became best friends with time .
‌both acting too mature for their own good but unknowingly, they both got eachother to act their age as they grew closer .
‌they gave eachother tips and pointers as they sat away from the others before every race they were in together .
‌he'd talk her ears off after every race explaining every detail and every corner and she'd patiently listen to him , adding her own opinion here and there .
‌they were at eachother neck every race, but their friendship was as strong as it could be.
‌they celebrated the winner and encouraged the loser , both hated to lose , but they raced fairly.
‌she got discovered by Christian , and found her way to red bull academy program, Max a year after her .
‌and guess who's there ? Daniel Joseph Ricciardo.
‌they reunited after years , both inseparable even more when she got a seat at Toro rosso .
‌the team was on the brink of a collective breakdown, they already had Seb to worry about , now add those two with Max?
‌cue chaos and mischief , sirens going off with Seb laughing and Christian screaming in the background.
‌fernando saw her and declared war upon whoever dares to hurt this small bean .
Forming a small protection squad (more like him forcing Seb Kimi and Jenson to participate)
Kimi got robbed into it , he didn't even know until he found himself along with the others planning to slash a reporter tires for calling her slow and ignorant .
He thought they were getting coffee !?!! .
‌she was supposed to move to red bull in 2016 but Marko opposed, max was promoted instead, and she left to Renault the following season.
‌in 2018 she moved to alpha Romeo (saubar) alongside Charles leclerc .
Rookie Charles was low-key scared of her , he knew her from their carting days but still felt uneasy with her quiet personality and focused mentality.
The first time they met was a disaster at it's finest.
But she knew how tense and overwhelmed rookies could be in their first season so she tried her best to help him through it .
‌it was an exhausting season but they both survived .
Charles moved to Ferrari and her to Mercedes.
‌Toto offered her a Merc seat for 2019 .
‌lewis had his share of teammates and it didn't end well to say the least with his former friend/teammate (RIP brocedes) or valtteri after .
‌so when she first came in it didn't go well for her .
‌both her and Lewis are hardheaded and closed off, refusing to acknowledge the other Or give in to know eachother.
‌they stayed professional and moved out of the other's way, untill she came around, finding him in the back of his driver's room, sitting on the floor , his head on his hands after a shitty with a dnf .
‌she kept quiet and sat down with him letting him have his moment of silence but assuring he don't have to be alone .
‌after an hour or so, she took out her phone , showing him her family dog pics and videos , getting him to crack a smile and even few laughs before she let him talk about his own Roscoe, promising to let her meet him when they go to Silverstone.
‌the roles reversed when he found her in an empty office at the back of the garage , she got an earful from Toto and couldn't get a word in , her notes are always dismissed and her engineer wasted time until it's too late to listen.
‌he sat beside her, letting her lean on his shoulder in a way of comfort , letting her play with his rings to calm down.
‌they built a support system . and it resulted in building a solid foundation for a dynamic team.
But that won't mean she'll let her work go to waste because of the team's orders.
... : Y/N.
Y/N : yes?
James : Y/N, This is James, listen.....
Y/N : no James! You listen! Just because..........
Her radio messages never disappoint.
Yeah they give her a hard time , but they didn't know what was waiting for them .
She adapted quickly to the new team and their methods of work , it went as well as it could be up to 2021 .
Shit hit the fan and she almost die/quit .
But she stayed put , ending the season in 3d 🥉.
2022 things moved up a little, with her chances of getting the championship almost equalling Max's, him being ahead with only 24 point .
But Mercedes had their own plans.
Mid-season change in plans Leading to her leaving/getting replaced with George Russell , concluding her journey with Mercedes AMG team.
*Let me know if I missed something ✨
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desertdollranch · 10 months ago
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Opening and reviewing my first Australian Girl doll
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She spent more than a month in a box, making her way halfway across the world to her new home, and now here she is! I'm so relieved that she arrived safely. It was the longest I've ever had to wait for a doll, and through much of her journey I didn't know where she was or when she would be here.
I don't want to drop too big of a spoiler, but listen to this........ she was so worth the wait, and the money. This doll instantly won my heart with how exquisite she is in every way.
Australian Girl dolls were specially made for Australian children, by Helen Schofield, a grandmother who loved dolls. She created the brand when she couldn't find an age appropriate doll that was locally available or good quality. So she created these dolls to help children feel pride in Australian culture, while teaching them about friendship and empathy. There are five girls to befriend--Amy, Jasmine, Emily, Bronte, and Matilda, each representing a different region of the country, ethnicity, and lifestyle.
The company itself has quite high standards. They strive to reduce waste in their product packaging, and they use a factory in China that treats its workers humanely and does not use child labor.
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If you've been around my blog for a while, you know how much I love collecting diverse brands and types of play dolls, especially international dolls. Also, this one will be extra special because I actually have an Australian grandmother--she's also a doll collector, and I'm looking forward to showing her my new doll the next time I see her.
After the cut, I'll show you who she is, and talk about why I chose her. I'll compare her with similar-sized dolls as well, and have her do some dressing up.
Before we get to the unboxing, let's check out the little goodies included with my doll.
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First is a little pamphlet explaining why the dolls are special, but also represent real girls growing up in Australia.
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There's another pamphlet about how to care for your doll.
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All of the dolls come with a fun freebie: this cute pair of thongs.
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Another freebie (a $30 AUD value) is this very sturdy doll carrier with pockets for accessories.
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I also bought a pair of sneakers for my new girl. I figured her feet would be a bit larger than my other dolls, and these are cute, so she now has three pairs of shoes to wear.
Anyway. Enough of the small stuff. Let's let her out of the box.
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It's Amy from Adelaide!
I chose Amy after three entire years of being indecisive and going back and forth on exactly which Australian Girl I wanted. They're all equally adorable, so I picked Amy because her personality seems very sweet, and I love that she has mixed heritage. According to the Austrlaian Girl dolls website, Amy's family tree is a mix of Aboriginal and Dutch on her mother's side, and English and Indian/Fijian on her father's side. Very representative of modern Australia!
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I have no regrets. She is perfect!!! Just the most charming little angel. I am officially WOWED.
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I'm seriously impressed at the superior quality of her construction. I understand why she was priced a bit higher than similar dolls. She is, from head to toe, beautifully made, with so many sweet details. Her dress and shoes are also impeccably made and feel very durable.
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Her hair is flawless. It's a Kanekalon wig with loose curls, in a gorgeous shade of brown. Her eyes open and close. She has both painted and attached eyelashes.
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She has a gap between her big toe and the next toe, so she can wear her sandals and thongs.
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Her elbows are dimpled and she has subtle blush color on parts of her skin, including elbows and hands.
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She has a crease across her palm.
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She has articulation at her shoulders, hips, and neck. Her limbs, head, and shoulders are vinyl, and she has a huggable soft tummy. I don't really have a strong preference for either cloth torsos, vinyl torsos, or half and half like Amy. They all have pros and cons. This specific construction is nice in that she can wear low-neckline clothes without showing a cloth body, but it does make her harder to repair in case she has to be fixed.
I have a pretty good idea of what she'll be wearing when she's ready to change out of her pink party dress.
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The first photo shows her in a dress I made. The second is a Maplelea dress and hat. The rest are all American Girl brand clothing, except for the shoes. Amy can comfortably wear most stretchy clothes by AG and similar brands like Our Generation, but her feet absolutely will not fit AG, OG, or Maplelea shoes.
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The exception to the clothes is some of the tighter pieces. This AG shirt did not fit well. Amy's shoulders are a bit more broad than smaller dolls, and so without some extra give this is too tight.
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Amy is 20 inches/51 centimeters tall. Here she is next to my Our Generation doll Jordana. I'm using an OG doll because they're actually available locally in Australia. Whereas American Girl dolls, which I usually use when I compare brands, have to make an overseas journey. So it's only fair that I consider any Australians reading this now who are wondering how Amy compares.
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Amy is tall, but not the tallest doll in the family! Here she is next to Fernanda, my Karito Kids doll, who is about an inch taller although slimmer. Karito Kids dolls are in fact just slightly skinnier than American Girl dolls, so they have a much easier time sharing clothes.
In conclusion, I highly highly recommend this doll. She's absolutely sublime! I'm so thrilled to have her here, and I'm looking forward to having lots of adventures with her.
Obviously I'm far from Australia, but my Amy will still live her life as if she were in a suburb outside of the city of Adelaide. I've been looking at pictures of the geography of the state of South Australia, and there are some places in the mountainous parts that look pretty similar to the desert southwest where I live. So Amy will have no idea she's actually in the USA. Don't tell her the truth!
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thedemonscrawler · 1 month ago
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HEY guess what you can do with wool? That's right!
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DYE IT
With food coloring and kool-aid!! And also acid dyes, which are designed for this, but acid dyes can't be used with cookware you put food in, and Kool-Aid packets are 50 cents.
.. did they go up in price? Didn't they used to be 20 cents? Anyway
Tbh a big part of the allure of spinning my own yarn is dying either the fibers or the final product. I just like the sense of independence that comes from going "ah, I need a color, and I have a lot of white and a handful of dyes!". I did this a lot with my posable critters too, though acrylic and polyester are a lot more strict about what dyes will actually work.
(Though tbh? Soaking acrylic faux fur in watered down acrylic paint, waiting for it to dry, and then taking a slicker brush and brushing out the clumps will get you pretty far!)
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The evidence of crimes past with that paint permanently on there. I think this fucker is almost old enough to make its own Tumblr account (but not in Australia 8()
I digress! Because I haven't been dyeing acrylic, but KERATIN!
I did actually try dyeing a chunk with the same semi-permanant magenta dye I use on my own hair, cos like. Hair is also keratin.
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Actually, it was supposed to be a bisexual gradient from pink to blue, but when it came time to heat set the color, the manic panic blue just fucking vanished.
Lesson learned: Ion Color Brilliance is a good brand, Manic Panic is not.
My bestie has inquired about me spinning the yarn and knitting them a scarf, so I wanted to make what was basically a mockup of the different ways you can spin the fibers to get different colors effects. And also I got Kool-Aid this past grocery visit and have been chomping at the bit to use it.
@sivilityy enables me <3
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BEHOLD, MY CHILDREN!
Dyeing wool with kool-aid or food coloring is very easy!
Step 1: Soak wool in warm to hot water with about a 1/3rd of a cup of white vinegar for 15 to 45min. The vinegar is a mordant, something that helps the fibers take up the dye.
Step 2: Mix your dye of choice into a pot of warm to hot water, close in temperature to the soaking bath. The more kool-aid or food coloring, the stronger the color. I was going for pastels, so I used half a pack for the blue and pink, and a single drop of yellow food coloring for the yellow. The purple... 8') We won't talk about the purple.
Step 3: Fish your wool out of its soak, give it a gentle squeeze, then plop it into the pot. I like to scoop out some of the vinegar water and pour it into the pot as well. For insurance!
Step 4: Heat your pot to just below boiling. You want steam, but little to no bubbles. Agitation + heat or sudden temperature changes = felt. You can't spin felt. If you want to to make felt, though, now you know.
Step 5: leave your wool at simmering for around 30 min. How do you know when its done?
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it fucking sucks all the color out of the water. How sick is that?! In the few batches I've done, I haven't always gotten it to be clear like that but don't stress it. About 30 min seems to be good even if there's still some color in the water.
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Turn off the burner and let your creations cool down in their soup. Or, if you're impatient like me, run your hottest tap water into a different pot, then pour your wool into the slightly cooler but still hot water, so it doesn't get a HUGE temperature shock. Don't use cold water, or you're gonna get felt! Give em a rinse in the hot water to get any extra color out.
Let 'em hang and dry, and you're done!
So far all of mine have felted a little bit? Which hasn't been so bad, I've just needed to fluff them up a little once they're dry. I want to try indirect heat with a steamer basket and see if that helps, but I only got the one basket and 4 colors this time, so I used the pots.
SCIENCE
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deathclassic · 6 months ago
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tag game wednesday but timezones made it a thursday
thank you for tagging me @mybrainismelted @gallapiech @energievie @mmmichyyy
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Name: Molly
Location: Australia
Age: 25
You have an unexpected extra day off work or school!  What are you going to do? draw probably, i dont do much else tbh
What is your favourite way to spend a summer day? summer means festival season babyyyyy we seeing some sick bands
What is your favourite way to spend a winter day? inside bc im a weakling when it comes to the cold, i'll be drawing still lmao i dont have perfect days
What do you do to unwind at the end of the day? people have time to unwind?! i guess drawing but that stresses me out too lol
Do you play any sports? Not really, i used to do a bunch but now i only do boxing classes a few times a week for fitness
Other than fanfic, what is your favourite genre to read? idk crime i guess
What is your comfort movie/tv show? parks and rec,,,,community,,,,criminal minds,,,,greys anatomy ...brooklyn nine nine,,,,shameless season 1 specficially
Do you write or draw? both i guess, havent written anything worth posting in a while tho
What other arts or crafts do you do? diamond paintings, im a graphic designer irl so i do logos and branding and stuff, i was gonna do a tattoo apprenticeship at one stage but i flipped a coin to decide between that and doing a pastry course and pastry course won
Describe your perfect breakfast: avocado on toast with a poached egg and some feta and roasted tomato
gonna be really brave and tag people this time and my heart is beating so loud i bet you can hear it from wherever you are and im incredibly sorry if you've already been tagged which i know is all of you
@vintagelacerosette @rayrayor @spacerockwriting @runawaybrainsc
@jrooc @spookygingerr @stocious @celestialmickey
@suzy-queued @mickeym4ndy @creepkinginc @ian-galagher
@blue-disco-lights @gallawitchxx @heymrspatel @thepupperino
@transsexual-dandelions @darlingian @too-schoolforcool @michellemisfit
@gardenerian @catgrassplantdad @jademickian
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manic-maniac-man · 2 months ago
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MEET THE DESIGNER (pt. 5/Finale)
GREG LAUREN
PROFILE of THE NEPHEW
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The coats and jackets worn at the ED fair are designed with a sepia-artistic approach. The patchwork Cubs Scouts shawl ($3.125) and vintage Hollywood jackets are distressed and reconstructed vests (5,800) and jackets (82,750) are from the summer 2012 collection. All are handmade and one-of-a-kind, and will be delivered to 40 stores in London, Australia, Milan, and elsewhere.
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"It was the design for yourself, not to the other"
"Design for yourself, not how you want others to see you.
It all started when Greg stripped off his old canvas and impulsively made a jacket for himself. "I was so absorbed in making it that I didn't even think about a pattern or anything. I made many mistakes along the way and added strange things. The finished garment was extremely imperfect, but to me it was perfect," says Greg. "These clothes are not for heroes of the past, but for the creation of new heroes. I didn't design them with anyone in particular in mind. However, every era needs heroes, and these clothes made from military fabric are meant to make you your own hero."
It's not a design that is particularly conscious of how I want others to see me."
Since the randomly created canvas jacket for a song, Greg's clothing has been created through improvisation. Fashion is essentially a way of expressing how you want to appear to others and how you want to be seen. "My father's fashion was meant to transform people into someone different from their usual selves. You wear clothes because you want to be a certain way, or because you want others to think of you in a certain way. Sometimes it's a way to convey that you're successful, powerful, or handsome. But However, I am interested in the opposite approach. Rather than appearances or physical appearances, I like designs that reflect personality - who you are and where you are heading."
In "Alteration Baracks," Greg Lauren has taken fashion to the level of art through retail installations, proposing his own worldview through his creations, including the opening of the sky, rather than simply displaying clothes on a rack, as if displaying artworks in a gallery. "My starting point is not fashion. It's more primitive textures and colors. It's no different from when I'm painting," says Greg, and for him, it's more like creating artworks than making clothes. From now on, he will ponder on a new approach to creation, with the theme of clothes that can be worn. This may be the same as his father, Ralph Lauren's creation of turning dreams into products. However, Greg will destroy the image that his predecessors, including his father, have built up, and reconstruct it in his own way. No one can imagine what kind of creations he will make in the future. However, the sensibility he has cultivated as a Laurentian and his way of thinking as an artist may help him forge a new American standard that is different from that of his uncle, Ralph Lauren.
Greg Lauren was born in New York in 1970. He is a designer and studied art history at Princeton University.
He then moved to Tokyo, where he continued to work on his own projects while also appearing in a number of other productions under his own name. He gradually began to attract attention with his "Ero" series featuring DC Comics characters, which he exhibited at Arch Basel in Miami in 2004, and his installation "Anema tion" in 2009. In 2010, he launched his own signature brand (Greg Lauren).
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hldailyupdate · 1 year ago
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Louis Tomlinson's 28 Champions Communal Football Attitudes In Second Drop The singer-songwriter continues to expand his horizons with a joyous apparel delivery. Boyband member-turned-rock-star Louis Tomlinson is on top of the world. The Doncaster-born singer-songwriter has dominated global stages on his extensive Faith in the Future tour, which has just hosted a sold-out show at London’s 02. Before jetting to Australia and South America in the new year, Tomlinson reveals the second drop of his football-focused clothing brand, 28.  28 debuted earlier this summer, launching a well-rounded collection that embodies Tomlinson’s youthful spirit and athletic aspirations. The sophomore range expands on its inclusive DNA, bringing everyone together for a good time. Tomlinson promotes the power of community with a joyous campaign that will make you smile.  28 represents Tomlinson’s on-field football digit, embracing the beautiful game with fresh team uniforms. The second drop opens with tonal-branded hoodies and distressed flower-painted pullovers. Referee-inspired checkered tracksuits prepare for kickoff, while embroidered mock neck tops accompany Japanese nylon zip-ups and swirling “OFFICIAL PROGRAMME” jerseys. Staple T-shirts and slouchy bottoms complete the collection in full bloom.  Take a closer look at 28’s second drop in the gallery above. All items will be released on November 28 at 5 p.m. GMT via the 28 website. Read Hypebeast’s interview with Louis Tomlinson here.
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chickensarentcheap · 9 months ago
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In a Heartbeat- Chapter 7
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Fandom: Extraction
PAIRING: TYLER RAKE AND ESME DRUMMOND (ESTABLISHED OFC. YOU DO NOT NEED TO READ THE OTHER STORIES TO UNDERSTAND THIS ONE)
SUMMARY:  Dhaka nearly ended everything before it even began.  In it’s aftermath and with Tyler’s life teetering on the threshold between life and death, Esme is about to realize just how strong she can be.  And that love happens when it happens. There’s no rules. No rhyme or reason. No timeline.  
WARNINGS: profanity, very brief mentions of spousal abuse and rape
TAGGING: @tragiclyhip @youflickedtooharddamnit @secretaryunpaid @thebejeweledwatercat @munstysmind
@asirensrage @residentdormouse @kmc1989 @karimac @arrthurpendragon
@fanficanatic-tw @ocappreciationtag @occommunity @ninjasawakenedmystar
@alisbackalleybbq
My tag list Is OPEN. Please just ask if you'd like to be added :)
Link to Ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/48691714/chapters/141050257
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Esme lingers on the threshold between the living room and kitchen; perched on the edge of the dining table, a mug of hot chocolate clutched in both hands. Nursing her drink as she watches him sleep; sprawled out on the couch, a lightly snoring Lucy curled up at his feet and two newly acquired chickens snoozing between him and the back of the sofa: his battered, still healing body and his traumatized, haunted mind at rest. Feet peeking out from the bottom of the plaid blanket covering him and the hood of his sweatshirt pulled over his head; those large, strong hands -with their various scars and calluses- folded together and resting on his chest. Worn out from the day and desperately needing a late afternoon nap; pushing himself past the point of exhaustion in his first full day out of the hospital. Attempting to make up for lost time; stubbornly refusing to cut the day short, or even to take short breaks to rest and catch his breath.
She already knows him so well; fully aware of his reluctance to accept his limitations and the worry he harbours that he’s somehow ‘letting her down’. Afraid -despite the months of devotion she’d already shown by remaining by his side in the hospital, that her continued care of her would soon become taxing; burdened by the task of helping nurse him back to health both physically AND mentally. Despising the mere notion of appearing weak in front of her; he’d turned down all suggestions to sit and rest; ignoring the reminders that they had lots of time left together. There was no rush; there were many more hours -days, weeks, months, YEARS- ahead to enjoy the fresh and get ‘out and about’.
The first hour they’d spent wandering the outdoor market; picking out produce and eggs, various baked goods and freshly cut meats. Afterwards, they indulged in a filling lunch at one of the smaller restaurants. Tucked into a booth at the back of the quaint establishment; engaging in small talk interspersed with sexual innuendos and flirtatious comments while sipping lattes and cappuccinos, and sampling various Austrian foods and desserts. Ending the day by finding a home furnishing store and ordering the first items to personalize their house; a bigger fridge, a stove, a mixer for her baking and new pots and pans. Everything she’d need to make cakes, cookies, pies and other desserts. A brand new -and much more comfortable- bed, dressers, a desk and bookshelf.
They’d only returned to the cabin once a list was made of the other ‘wants and needs’; workout equipment, new laptops, a larger TV. Paint for the both master bath and the much smaller, main washroom, cupboards and countertops for the kitchen. While unsure of how long the Gmunden would be home, they’re determined to make their surroundings as cheerful and livable as possible; planning on keeping the place a ‘getaway’ when it was time to move on to something bigger. Whether it be in Australia or one of the half dozen European cities that had made a ‘shortlist’. Prague, Paris, Zurich, Amsterdam, Copenhagen.
She shivers; a chill setting in as the nearby fire begins to die. Setting her mug on the cluttered dining table, she moves towards the fireplace; adding a handful of dry wood and then using the poker to stoke it ‘alive’. She holds her hands out towards the flames, warming both front and back and rubbing vigorously at her upper arms. And when she hears a dull thud and glances over her shoulder; Lucy’s ears immediately perking up, dark eyes widening, head raising out of curiosity. Tyler’s bad leg -brace and all- now hanging over the side of the couch, foot on the floor as he continues to sleep.
Esme pads towards him; carefully picking up his leg and placing it back on the couch. Peeling the throw away from his body, she stretches it out; tucking it tightly around his sides, under both legs and over his feet. And when she attempts to step away, he grabs ahold of her wrist and pulls her closer; fingers gliding over the top of her hand before pushing their way through hers.
His eyes remain closed. Voice -heavy with sleep- resonating deep in his chest. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing. Everything’s fine.”
“What’re you doing?”
“Babying you.”
Tyler scowls.
“I was making sure you were comfortable. Your bad leg was hanging off the couch; if I left it like that, you’d wake up in a world of hurt. Not to mention your big ass feet were poking out of the blanket. Don’t want you catching a cold.”
“My feet aren’t that big.”
“Your feet are massive, okay. You can house a family of four in each of your shoes.”
“Maybe your feet are just abnormally small. Like the rest of you.”
“You know, you’re lucky you’re cute. Especially when you're sleepy. You’re extra pouty when you’re sleepy.”
“I do NOT pout.”
“You most certainly do.”
He presses the heel of his palm into one eye, followed by the other, then squints up at her. “Everything alright? You okay?”
“Why wouldn’t I be? Did something happen? You have a dream where I got hurt or something? Not one of those Dhaka dreams, was it? Gaspar getting a hold of me and taking me to Asif and…”
“No. Thank god. I don’t want to go through that again. Even if it isn’t real. There was no dream. I guess you’re just beginning to rub off on me. I’m starting to worry all the time now.”
“There’s nothing for you to worry about. I’m fine. Everything’s good.” Leaning over the couch, she presses a chaste kiss to his lips. “Everything’s very good, actually.”
“Yeah…” As a slow grin spreads across his face, he reaches up to loop wayward strands of hair behind her ears. “...it is.”
“Try and get a little more sleep, alright? You overdid it, today. And I don’t want you to be paying the price tomorrow.”
“Something tells me that’s inevitable.”
“You need to know your limitations. And be okay with them. Slow and steady wins the race, right? I don’t want you pushing it and getting hurt. Pace yourself, babe. That’s the only way you’ll get back to a hundred percent.”
“I was never there to begin with.”
“Well, with all the repairing and fine-tuning they did in Dubai, you’ll probably end up being in even better shape than before. But that’s a long way away. And that’s perfectly fine. You know that, right? That you don’t have to rush things.”
“I just want to be who you need me to be. Who you deserve. I just want to make you happy.”
“You know what makes me happy? You taking care of yourself. And letting me help along the way. THAT’S what makes me happy.”
A grin tugs at the corners of his mouth. “Not just me in general?”
“I think that goes without saying. Now…” Pulling the throw up to his chin, she tucks it around his body and then combs her fingers through his hair. Lips warm and soft as they meet his brow. “...you get a little more sleep and I’ll figure something out for dinner.”
“Will it be edible?”
Smirking, she flicks the tip of his nose with her thumb and forefinger. “Fuck you, Tyler.”
Chuckling, he grabs hold of her sweatshirt and pulls her downwards. An arm circling her waist when she loses her balance; giving a small shriek of surprise and then giggling when she lands on top of him. He settles one palm in the middle of her spine and cradles the back of her with the other; fingers pushing through her hair and softly massaging her scalp.
Neither speak again. And she finds herself quickly and easily relaxed by the warmth radiating off his body, the sound of his heart beating within his chest, and the familiar smell that clings to his skin and clothes. She feels content and secure. Adored. Protected. And she basks in the moment. Enjoying the contact; remaining where she is until his breathing slows and softens and his arms fall limp at his sides.
*****
She takes Lucy for her nighttime walk while dinner finishes; soup simmering on the hot plate, a salad waiting in the fridge, garlic loaves keeping warm in the toaster oven. Bundled up in boots and parka, knit beanie and mittens, she trudges through the snow and down to the dock; enjoying the cold, crisp air and the blanket of stars that shimmer within a black velvet sky. She feels free for the first time in a LONG time; able to breathe without the fear of either the past or present breathing down her neck. At last content in her own skin and comfortable and relaxed in her surroundings. Finally able to shed the last of her baggage; the mountains of bad decisions, the trauma left behind from time with an unstable and horrifically abusive man, a child and teenagehood spent walking on eggshells. She had devoted years to driving herself to the brink of both mental and physical exhaustion; weary and worn trying to win the love and respect of the woman who’d given birth to her, but had hated her from the moment she took her first breath.
It seems easier to deal with now. The memories of cruel words and vicious hands, the agony of the wounds inflicted both internally and externally. She has a safe place to fall; someone she trusts with both life and heart. Who wants nothing more than to make her happy and keep her safe, secure, and protected.
Someone who will stop at nothing to make those things a reality.
For once in her life, love doesn’t hurt. It’s patience and it’s sacrifice. It’s caring more about your partner than you do about yourself. It’s feeling happy whenever they’re in the same room as you; enjoying the sound of their voice and laugh, their touch and the taste of their kiss. Never able to get enough of them; the conversations and the feel of their hand in yours. And the way your body not only easily melts into theirs, but is also capable of eagerly and hungrily responding.
They’re halfway back to the cabin when she sees the lights flicker on; followed by the TV and Tyler’s form passing by the living room window as he limps his way into the kitchen. This is her life now. Her home. It’s modest and simple, yet she doesn’t find herself craving more. It’s the most content and comfortable she’s been in a long time; finally ‘seen’ and understood by someone who doesn’t judge her based on her past or things she’d done to make money and survive. Who somehow doesn’t see the mountain of flaws and imperfections that she does. Carving out an existence together; optimistic about both the healing process and their future together.
She’s a foot from the door when her phone vibrates in her jacket pocket. Using her teeth to yank off her mittens, she fishes the cell from its hiding spot; frowning when she sees the name and number plastered across the screen.
It’s become far more than a once-daily experience. Over two dozen texts and voicemails left; ranging from sugary sweet requests for her to call back to annoyed sighs and questions of her whereabouts and her well-being, Culminating in the ranting and raving of a narcissist; attempts at gaslighting, vile name-calling, and threats to ‘track her down and beat her ass’ and ‘drag her back to where she belongs’. And she’s finally had enough; unwillingly to disrupt or sacrifice the peace, comfort, and happiness she’s finally submerged in.
“Hello?”
“So you ARE alive.”
“Is that disappointment in your voice?”
“Don’t start. I didn’t call for THIS.”
“What did you call for, mother? What HAVE you been calling for? Non-stop.”
“You’re my baby. My little girl. My only daughter. Have you ever thought that…”
Esme rolls her eyes. Instead of opening the door, she heads for the battered and weathered loveseat that resides on the porch; sighing heavily as she drops heavily onto it. Lucy dutifully follows behind; lying across her feet, head cocked to the side as she curiously watches her. “Have you been drinking?”
“No, I haven’t been drinking! Why would you…?”
“The only time you ever say anything remotely nice to me is when you’ve got a few in you. How much have you had? If you’re at this level of ass-kissing, it has to be at least a bottle of rye. Or two.”
“Like I told you, I haven’t been drinking. I…”
“You didn’t call to hear my bullshit, and I didn’t answer to hear yours.”
“Okay, so I may have had a couple of glasses of wine with dinner. But…”
“And likely half a dozen for dessert.”
“What is your problem? I call to check up on you and see how you’re doing and this is the treatment I get? For caring about my child? It’s been months since we’ve spoken. Since you’ve even attempted to touch base. I’ve left you all kinds of voicemails and text messages and.…”
“What is your sudden interest in my life? What do you suddenly care about how I’m doing and what I’m doing? If I wanted you to know, I would have talked to you a long time ago. I called you from Dubai. I let you know that I was alive and well, didn’t I?”
“That was almost ten months ago! Almost a full year. Despite what you think, I DO care about you, Esme. I DO love you.”
She gives a derisive snort.
“You were the one that pushed me away. Severed ties. When you decided to up and leave the Marine Corps and abandon your family. You just packed everything up and moved to New York City and…”
“My then-husband put me in the ICU. I left to get away from him. To start a life without him. I…”
“You could have worked things out. Instead of filing for divorce. You could have tried harder. Despite all of his issues and all of his anger, he’s a good man. And he WAS good to you. At times. You just choose to ignore that. If you were just honest with yourself…”
“Being honest with myself would have been knowing to leave YEARS ago. Not waiting until he nearly killed me.”
Her mother scoffs. “It wasn’t THAT bad. But you have always been a tad dramatic. Quite infamous when it comes to exaggeration. Now, I know things got a little…testy…at times, but…”
“A little testy? He used to beat the shit out of me, mom. If he didn’t like the food I made, he’d throw it on the floor, force me down on all fours, and make me eat it. Like I was a fucking animal. ‘Testy’ doesn’t even begin to scratch the surface.”
“I know Mark has his faults. I know he wasn’t perfect, but…”
“He used to rape me. When I’d say ‘no’. I was property to him. Something he owned. He said it was my ‘wifely duty’ to put out for him. And it was his duty to punish me when I didn’t. So yeah, he had his faults, alright.”
“You’re not exactly an easy person to live with, Esme. You’re not some angel yourself.”
“I don’t claim to be perfect. In way, shape, or form. But didn’t deserve any of the things he did to me. You have some hell of a nerve sticking up for him, you know that? Choosing him and his bullshit over your own daughter? But I guess I shouldn’t be surprised. I’ve always been lower than dirt to you.”
“You always have to be the victim, don’t you.”
“I WAS the victim. I was Mark’s, I was yours. But here I am, mom. Thriving. Making a life for myself. Being happy. All those you and Mark tried to kill inside of me? They’re still here. And you’ll never get close enough to hurt me ever again.”
“And just where ARE you making this wonderful, imaginary life for yourself? Where are you…?”
“It’s not imaginary. It’s very much real. And you know, it might not be all sunshine and roses. But it is wonderful. In a lot of ways.”
“Are you with him?”
“I am.”
“So it wasn’t just a passing thing. Like we’d all hoped. When you’d called to say that you’d met someone and were running away with them…”
“I didn’t run away. I didn’t have anything to run away from. I started over. Made a life for myself.”
“You had a life here. A mother, a stepfather, brothers, nieces, nephews…”
“I haven’t bothered with any of you…REALLY bothered with you…in years. I haven’t lived in Colorado in a long time.”
“When you abandoned your husband and your marriage and…”
“I saved myself. You can pretend that Mark is some sort of golden boy; that he’s God's gift to women and has never done anything wrong in his entire life. You can ignore all the evidence that’s been gathered against him; the police and hospital reports, the pictures of all the bumps and bruises and scratches and broken bones. You burying in the sand or up his ass doesn't change the fact that he’s a massive piece of shit.”
“You’re not exactly perfect yourself, Esme. I’ve lived with you. I know what kind of challenge you can be. You’re stubborn and high-strung and confrontational and…”
“And I didn’t deserve a damn thing that man did to me. Look, if you called just annoy the hell out of me, congratulations. You were successful. I’m going to hang up now. Because I don’t have the time or the tolerance for your bullshit. Goodbye, mother. Don’t…”
“Where are you?”
“Somewhere you won’t find me.”
“Are you back in the States?”
“No.”
“Well, I know you didn’t go back to Prague. Kyle showed up at your place a couple of weeks ago; the landlord told him that someone had come for your things and handled what was left on your lease. Paid off the final eight months. In cash.”
“Now you have Kyle doing your dirty work for you? When you say jump, does he ask ‘how high?’? You really will stop at nothing to weasel your way into my life. Stick your nose where it doesn’t belong.”
“You’re my daughter. My child. My…”
“No, mother. I’m a grown adult. Who is minding her own business and building a life for herself. Don’t start pretending to start giving a shit about me. It’s a little too late for that.”
“Am I at least allowed to know where you are?”
“I’m safe. That’s all that matters.”
“With him.”
“He has a name. I know you have this unhinged, bizarre hate towards him, but…”
“He took you away from me. From your family. He’s keeping you god knows where…”
“I’m here willingly. I’m here because I want to be. No one is keeping me under lock and key. Or holding a gun to my head. Why can’t that be enough for you? Knowing that I’m okay. That I’m safe and secure and protected. That I’m happy. Why…?”
“You barely know him. You…”
“Tyler, mom. His name is Tyler. Can’t you show him just that little bit of respect? He saved me. In every way a person CAN be saved. And we’re happy here. With each other. We’re making a life together. And I don’t want you or anyone else ruining that for us.”
“Where exactly is here? Australia? Did you go back there with him?”
“No. Not yet. We’ll get there, though. Eventually. Right now we’re just taking things easy. Lying low. Concentrating on each other. Getting to know one another.”
“And you can’t tell me where all of this is happening?”
“We’re in Europe.”
“Europe is a big place, Esme.”
“‘We’re in Austria.”
“Where in Austria?”
“Bergenz.” The lie rolls easily off her tongue. “A little place right near Lake Constance. It’s nice and quiet. Nothing fancy.”
“I can’t believe you’re doing this. Throwing your life away for some man. You barely know him; you went away on a business trip and ended up someone’s whore. You…”
“I love him. And he loves me. He…”
“You’re in love with what he can give you. How rich IS he?”
“What the hell kind of question is that? I’m not some gold digger, mother. I never have. But for your information, he’s just a regular guy. Strictly blue collar. He’s not a rich man by any stretch of the imagination. At least not when it comes to money, anyway.”
“What kind of blue-collar job puts someone in the hospital for months on end?”
“I already told you. He does private security. A job went south. He got hurt. Badly.”
“And you just somewhat randomly happened to meet him? While doing your own job? You do realize how suspicious that sounds, don’t you?”
“It’s what happened. We ended up in each other’s paths. It’s as simple as that.”
“The whole thing reeks, Esme. Your entire story. How you met him, what he does for a living, what happened to him in some shit hole, third world country. You must realize how lame this all sounds, don’t you? How pathetic? I know you’re hiding something.”
“I told you the basics. You don’t need to know anything else. What goes on between Tyler and me? That’s our business. Not yours. So you’ll just have to learn to accept it; the fact I met someone and I’m not coming home.”
“The hell I do.”
“Look, let’s just end things here, okay? You know I’m alive. You know I’m safe. That’s all that matters.”
“It’s only a matter of time. Before things go bad. It’s how things in your life are. It’s how YOU are.”
“Goodbye, mom.”
“Don’t think you can come crawling back here when he tosses you to the curb. When he finally grows tired of your bullshit and lashes out. Just like Mark did. Don’t you…”
“I said goodbye, mom.”
Ending the call before anything else can be said, she sits with her eyes closed as she attempts to regain her composure. She feels light-headed and nauseous; her chest is impossibly tight, her hands tremble violently as they tightly clutch the phone. And she doesn’t move until Lucy gives a pitiful whine and rests her head on her thigh.
“Everything’s okay,” she assures the dog. Managing a smile, she scratches under Lucy’s chin, strokes her ears and ruffles the fur at the nape of her neck. “I’m fine, sweet girl” Leaning down to place a kiss on the dog’s nose, she laughs when her face is bathed in kisses in response. “Best therapist ever,” she declares and stands. “Now let’s go and get some dinner”
*****
Tyler stands at the counter; briefly glancing over his shoulder when he hears the door open. Greeting her with a smile before returning to the task at hand; removing plates, cups, and cutlery from cupboards and drawers, stirring the pot of soup that simmers on the hot plate.
“I was starting to get worried. Thought maybe a coyote got you. Or that you decided to run away from home.”
“Was that wishful thinking on your part?” she teases, as she toes off her boots and yanks the knit beaning from her head. Smoothing a palm over her hair, then shoving the garment into one of the pockets on her coat. “Were you hoping I disappeared? Or that I ended up some tasty snack for the wildlife?”
“Yeah…right…” He uses a pair of metal tongs to scoop salad onto the empty plates “I can’t believe you’d even ask me that.”
“I have bad news for you, buddy…” Shrugging out of her coat, she places it over his as it hangs on a hook next to the door. “...you can’t get rid of me that easy.”
“Maybe I don’t want to get rid of you at all. Have you ever considered that?”
“Have you ever considered you’re a glutton for punishment? What’s the saying?” Wanders into the living room, she shoves her feet into a pair of Ugg slippers before joining him in the kitchen. “Be careful what you wish for?”
“If spending the next forty, fifty years with you is the worst that could happen to me, I’ll consider myself extremely lucky.”
“Jesus…” Desperately needing that closeness, connection and security that only he can provide, she steps behind him, wrapping her arms around his waist and resting her head against his back. “...maybe your brain injury IS worse than they thought.”
“This is probably the most coherent I’ve been thinking in years.” He gives her the time she needs; alternating between sipping a mug of coffee and repeatedly cleaning the same spot on the counter as she clings to him. Not moving or speaking until she pats her hands against his stomach, squeezes his hips, and steps back. Gulping down his drink before turning to face her. “Everything alright?”
“I finally got up the nerve to answer the phone. I wish I could say I’m pleasantly surprised about how things went…”
“That good, huh?”
“Not nearly as bad as I thought it would be, but still pretty goddamn awful.”
“I’m sorry. I never should have got on you about talking to her. I just thought the sooner you did, the sooner she’d just leave you the fuck alone.”
“It’s not your fault she’s a total cunt. And you were right; I did need to get my head out of my ass and deal with her. She would have just kept calling and leaving voice messages until I finally had a mental breakdown. Which…who knows…could be her end game.”
“What did she want?” Handing her a bowl of salad and a fork, he leans against the counter and digs into his own. “Just checking up on ya? Making sure I’m not holding you hostage? Putting drugs in your food? Forcing you to comply and stay in my…what did she call it…den of iniquity?”
“She’s a crazy bitch. She wanted to know when I was coming home. Colorado hasn’t been home in over a decade. I don’t know why the hell she thought I’d head there. Want to hear the most fucked up part? A total mommy dearest moment? She sent my brother Kyle to Prague. To my apartment. I guess she thought I was bullshitting about where I was. That I was merely locking myself in the house and ignoring everyone.”
“Must have been a hell of a shock when he found your place was empty.”
“Just a bit. I told her we were in Austria; just lying low, taking it easy and recuperating. I didn’t say EXACTLY where, though. The last thing we need is her sending a search party to Gmunden.”
“Isn’t the biggest place. They could probably just ask in town and then track us down.”
“It wouldn’t be too difficult. I mean, a six-foot-three Australian with a bad limp and a resting asshole face doesn’t exactly blend into the crowd.”
“You’re going to have to tell her eventually. The WHOLE truth. Because it WILL get out. Somehow. And not hearing it from you will cause a whole world of trouble.”
“It’s not an easy thing to tell people, you know? Would you want to hear it? That your kid was caught up in black ops? That she was selling people out to mercenaries? That she was making money lying about who she was and using and deceiving people?”
“It would be hard to hear. But, they’re still my kid and…”
“My mother is NOT like us. She doesn’t think the way we do. And she’s hardly a parent. At least she was never one to me.”
“Are you embarrassed? Of the truth?”
“What would I be embarrassed of? And please don’t say you, because that is the furthest thing from the truth.”
“I kill people for money. Or I used to, anyway.”
“We are not getting into that conversation. You know where I stand; how I feel about what you do…what you DID. And you’re not going to change my mind But for the record? No. I’m not embarrassed of you. I have no reason to be. I didn’t do anything wrong: I knew exactly who you were and what you did and I went into things willingly. And I STAY in them willingly. I’m not trying to hide you, Tyler.”
“I never said…”
“I’m trying to protect you. And I know what you’re going to say; you’re a big boy and can take care of yourself and you don’t need little old me doing it for you.”
“You are just putting all kinds of words in my mouth tonight.”
“And I don’t mean PHYSICALLY protect you. I mean, look at me. I’m all of five feet tall and a hundred pounds soaking wet. I wouldn’t do much damage even if I tried.”
“I don’t know, it’s the little ones you usually need to watch out for. They’re cagey fuckers.”
“I’m talking about protecting you…US…from them. I know what my family is like. Especially my mother. She’s already on the warpath; talking all kinds of bullshit and trying to make you sound like some horrible, controlling and abusive person. She finds out the truth? She will make things worse.”
“I don’t give a fuck what she thinks about me. You should know that by now.”
“But I care. It hurts, alright? Hearing her talking about you like that. Because I know who you are. I know what you’ve been through and how you almost didn’t make it out the other side. And because I love you. Who wants to hear mean shit about the person they love?”
“I just think you need to take it with a grain of salt. I don’t want you getting worked up over it. I’m not the only one that’s been through it. In the past ten months. You shouldn't have to go through THIS, too.”
“If I tell her everything, she will make it her mission to tear us apart. She will do whatever she can to come between us. And I know you think I’m brave and strong and…”
“You are. You’re the strongest person I’ve ever known.”
“...maybe I am. Most of the time. But I’m tired. I don’t have it in me to fight right now. I am so tired, Tyler. Is it really so wrong that I can’t do it right now? That I just want a fucking break?”
“No.” Plucking the bowl out of her hand, he sets it on the counter, then gathers her into his arms. Hands continuously running up and down her back as her arms circle his waist and her head rests against him. “It’s not wrong at all.”
“I just want it to be US. At least for a little while.”
“As long as you need it to be, okay? No rush.”
“I just can’t do it. I can’t deal with her. Not right now.”
“You don’t have to. She calls back, I’ll answer. You don’t need to worry about her. I’ll take care of things.”
She looks up at him, tears spilling down her cheeks. “What did I do wrong?”
“What do you mean? What…?”
“To make her hate me like she does. What did I do? To deserve it?”
“You didn’t do a goddamn thing. The way she is? It’s not about you. It’s about her. She’s a bitter, nasty old woman. She’s dead inside. She doesn’t give a fuck about anyone but herself.”
“But she’s only like that with me. She’s never loved me. She never even wanted me. Why? What did I ever do? If she’d just told me, I could have fixed things. I could have been better. I could have…”
“Esme…” Cradling her face in his palms, his thumbs swipe at the tears that glisten on her cheeks. “...it’s not about you. It never has been. You didn’t do anything wrong. And you didn’t deserve it. You still don’t.”
“I’m tired. I am so tired.”
“I know.” He presses a kiss to her brow, then gathers her even tighter into his chest. “It’s time to rest now, okay? You’ve fought enough. You don’t need to do it anymore. I’ve got just enough in me to do it for both of us.”
“I just want it to be us. No one else. Just us.”
“It will be,” he assures her, feeling her body tremble against his as she openly sobs. “There’s nothing for you to worry about. She can’t hurt you anymore. No one can.”
****
“When you were little, what did you want to be when you grew up?”
They lay on the couch; caught up in a mess of naked limbs and tangled blankets. Basking in both the aftermath of their lovemaking and the warmth from the nearby fire.
His knuckles slide along the small of her back. “Where did that come from?”
“I know, totally random.” Esme laughs against the side of his neck. “Not the most romantic of pillow talk, huh?”
“And you say I’m terrible at it.”
“You talk about food and football and how long it’s going to take you to be ready to go again. Whispering sweet nothings is definitely NOT your forte.”
“Sweet nothings? Who are you trying to kid? You’re not into the shit. You like the absolute filth that comes out of my mouth. Don’t even try to deny it.”
“The filthier the better.” Spresses a series of kisses along his jaw, stopping at the corner of his mouth. “I don’t want you to change, though. I kinda like you the way you are. You’re perfect. At least for me, anyway.”
“Are you sure you’re not the one with the brain injury?”
“You’ll never see yourself the way I see you. I’ve relegated myself to that fact.” Rolling onto her stomach, she places her head on his chest. “I think talking to the wicked witch of the midwest brought some things up. About my childhood. And where I ended up compared to where I’d hoped I’d be.”
“Where DID you hope you’d be?”
“Not here, that’s for sure.”
“So but ass naked with a mercenary wasn’t high on your list of dream scenarios, I take it?”
“No. But that certainly turned out extremely well, didn’t it? Of all the things I have no complaints about, you’re at the top of the list. Well, I could do without your snoring and how you leave your dirty clothes in front of the hamper instead of putting them inside…”
“I’m working on it. I’ve lived alone for a long time. I haven’t had to worry about that kind of shit in a while.”
“As far as cohabiting goes, I’ve lived with A LOT worse. And you’re hot, so you tend to get away with a lot more than other mere mortals.”
“Yeah, you’re not hard to look at either. Which is why I don’t get on your case about squeezing the toothpaste tube in the middle. Or how you leave half-empty mugs of tea all over the goddamn place. That’s something I don’t get, actually.”
“What’s that?”
“How you always leave some behind when you make yourself a drink. But if I do it for you, you drink the whole thing. What’s up with that?”
“Because when you make it, it’s perfect. It tastes just right. Way better than when I do it myself.”
“I think that’s all in your head. How different could it be? It’s boiled water and a tea bag. A bit of milk.”
“I can’t explain it, alright. It’s just the way it is. It’s just so much better.”
“You know what I think? I think you’re spoiled. Or you like to be, anyway. All that independent woman stuff? That whole ‘I don’t need any man’ thing? I think deep down it’s all an act. That you like being taken care of. Probably because no one has ever done it.”
“Is that so wrong?” Raising her head from his chest, she smiles as he pushes a hand through her hair. Fingers slipping through the long, dark tresses; calloused tips brushing against the nape of her neck before travelling down the length of her spine. “If I DO like it?”
“Nothing wrong with it at all. I just wish I was better at it. Not really my strength, you know? Taking care of other people.”
“I don’t think you give yourself enough credit.”
“I think you give me too much. That, and my past kind of speaks for itself.”
“You’re not exactly the guy you were back then.”
“Maybe not. But I’m not even the guy I was when I met you. At least not physically. I can’t take care of you and protect you the way I could nine months ago.”
“Nine months ago, you were clinically dead. I think you’re allowed to be a little rusty. Besides, if you had to? If there was some kind of threat? If I was in danger? You’d find a way to protect me. Nothing would stop you. Not even a bad shoulder or a bum leg. It’s one thing I never worry about when I’m with you. If I’m safe or not.”
“I may not have all the right words, and I may not know how to handle things sometimes, but there’s nothing I wouldn’t do for you, Esme. To make you happy. Keep you safe. Even with my fucked up head. And body.”
“You’ve come a long way. In less than a year. And you’re not broken, Tyler. Mentally or physically. A little banged up and dented and tarnished, maybe. But not broken.”
“You have this uncanny ability of always seeing the best in people. Whether anything good exists in them or not.”
“A lot of good exists inside of you. I’ve never doubted that. I’ve always seen it. It was in your eyes; I saw it the second Nik introduced us. You had this kindness in them. This humanity. This sadness. You were carrying around all this baggage and all this pain, but it was still there. You weren’t like anyone I’d ever met on the job. In many ways.”
“Admit it, you were just thankful you didn’t end up having to be pretend married to some ugly, miserable old fuck,”
“Well, you certainly aren’t ugly. Or old.”
Tyler smirks. “You smart ass.”
“Before I met you, I’d never felt protected. Safe. I didn’t even realize I wanted…or needed… to feel those things.”
“I’m just sorry that everyone in your life has been such a fucking disappointment. Especially that dick head ex-husband of yours.”
“Falling for his bullshit was one of the biggest mistakes I’ve ever made. The only thing bigger? Staying with him. I always told myself I’d never be that type of woman; someone who would just roll over and take the abuse and hold onto this faint hope that I could change him. Talk about being a judgy bitch, huh? I never understood why women stuck around. How could they be so weak and pathetic? Why would they just sit back and ‘take it’? And then it happened to me and I realized it wasn’t easy. It wasn’t as simple as just walking away.”
“There’s nothing weak or pathetic about you. I learned that quickly. IN Dhaka. Never mind everything you put up with afterwards.”
“The saddest part of it all is that I started to believe every word that came out of his mouth. That he was the best I could do. I was lucky to have someone like him; he kept a roof over my head, food on the table, and clothes on my back. Even if I didn’t deserve those things. He always called it tough love; the beatings and the verbal abuse helped ‘toughen me up’. I was too sensitive. Too soft. Especially for someone who’d been in the Corps. He used to say I must have ‘slept my way’ through the system.”
“You know, the more you talk about him, the more homicidal I become.”
“As much as I appreciate you wanting to defend my honour and rip him from limb to limb, it’s not why I bring him up. I don’t do it to piss you off; I do it so you’ll know more about me. We didn’t get much time for that kind of thing, you know? We were only in Dhaka for five days and then you were unconscious for half a year after that. We didn’t get much of a chance, did we? To learn about one another.”
“Yeah, we have been sort of thrown to the wolves, haven’t we? Not that I’m complaining. It hasn’t been that bad.”
“Hasn’t been that bad, huh?” She laughs, and tugs playfully at one of his ears. “I know you’re just speaking for yourself when you say that. Because I swear, living with you sometimes…”
Grinning he brings a hand down on her ass in a playful slap, then lightly pinches the supple skin. “Why are you mean to me all the time? Why do you tease me so much?”
“Because it’s fun. And it’s not being mean, I promise, everything I say? I say out of love. And pure animalistic lust.”
“That’s my favourite kind.” His free hand gently gathers up her hair. Moving it away from her face and off her shoulder; palm smoothing down it as it lays on her back. The smile quickly fading, his eyes darkening. “You know it wasn’t your fault, yeah? All the things he said. The things he did. You didn’t deserve any of it.”
“I’m starting to realize that. It’s taking a lot longer than I thought; coming to terms with just how awful he was and what I allowed him to get away with. I thought it would be easier; I’d just be able to put it behind me as soon as I got away from him.”
“You need to stop blaming yourself. You didn’t do anything wrong. It was never about you, Esme. It was always about him.”
“When I finally left, I told myself I’d stay single forever. It just wasn’t worth putting myself out there; having to explain my past and defend the choices I made. And forget about trusting someone; every person I’d ever had any faith in turned out to be nothing but a fucking disappointment. How do you get close to someone after going through all that? How do you ever feel comfortable with anyone again? Let them even get remotely close?”
“Something must have went wrong, huh?” He chides, and tugs on a strand of her hair. ‘Cause here we are.”
“Before you, the only thing I ever knew…or thought I knew…about love was that it hurt. It was painful; physically AND mentally. Everyone I’d loved…who had claimed to love ME...destroyed me.”
“No. They didn’t. Because if you did, we wouldn’t be here right now. Talking about this. You wouldn’t have even looked at me twice, let alone given me a chance. They didn’t destroy you, Esme. They tried. But it didn’t work.”
“Everything changed when you came along. I changed. All those things Mark said to me? About how no one would ever want me? That I was too difficult to love and didn’t deserve to be? It took you less than a week to prove him wrong.”
“Don’t make me out to be some kind of prize, okay? I’ve got my own issues. Maybe not nearly as bad as his, but…”
“You never hid them from me, though. And you never used them to hurt me. You made me feel beautiful. You looked at me like I was the most incredible woman on earth. And that was only four days into things.”
“To me you were, You ARE.”
“You’re not the monster you think you are, Tyler. You’re a good man who has been through some bad shit. Who’s had to do some questionable things out of self-perseverance. And yeah, maybe you have made some bad decisions. But believe me, even with all your baggage? The drinking and the pain meds? You are nowhere near being like Mark.”
“I’m trying. I don’t want to be a mess forever. You deserve better than that.”
“For what it’s worth, you’re not as messy as you were. I think nearly dying had something to do with that; hard to be an alcoholic and a junkie when you’re in a coma for seven months.”
“I think rehab would have been slightly less painful. Than taking a bullet to the throat.”
“How quickly you forget the seven others they pulled from you.”
“Trust me, my body reminds me every day. The only thing I really hate? About how it went down? The fact that you had to see all of that. That you had to see me completely fucked up.”
“It wasn’t your fault. You didn’t know how bad things would go. And yeah, it’s going to stay with me. For quite a while. But I’ll deal. I’ll just take it one day at a time.”
“You know you don’t have to do that alone, yeah? Deal with it?”
Smiling, she presses a chaste kiss to his lips. “I know.”
Gathering up the edges of one of the blankets, she pulls it further up their naked bodies; tucking it under her chin as she once more lays her head upon his shoulder. Her breath is warm and sweet against the side of his neck as his fingers continuously glide up and down her spine; her own tracing the tattoo on his right rib cage and repeatedly combing through his longer strands of hair. He enjoys the closeness in a way he never had before; failing to remember the last time anyone had made him feel that relaxed and comfortable. This beautiful, impossibly tiny woman somehow his refuge. The one person that makes HIM feel safe and secure.
“You never did answer my question.”
He turns his face into hers, lips meeting her brow. “I forgot what it was.”
“When you were a little boy, what did you want to be when you grew up?”
“You mean other than as far away from my old man as possible?”
“What kind of things did you dream about? What did you hope to be doing as an adult?”
“I had a couple of things that were pretty far-fetched. Although when I was little, nothing seemed impossible.”
“What were they?”
“I wanted to be a professional surfer. Or a pro football player.”
“Honestly, I’m not surprised with either of those choices. You wanted to play for the Western Bulldogs, didn’t you.”
“Guilty as charged. They’ve always been my favourite. Which is weird, considering I was born and raised in the East. Once I got a bit older, I started thinking more realistically about things. Decided I wanted to be a firefighter. Or a cop.”
“Really?”
“You sound surprised.”
“I just can’t see you as a cop. I don’t know why. Definitely a firefighter, though. You’d look so hot in turn-out gear.”
“I didn’t think that kind of thing would turn you on. Not with your brother being one..”
“My brother is…I don’t know…my brother. Totally not in the same league as you. How come you never went in that direction? You would have passed all the training; you were athletic, you had the size, the strength. What made you choose the military?”
“My graduating year, they had one of those ‘career days’. You know where people from all different lines of work come and peddle what they do and try to drum up interest. There was a recruiter from the army there and I’m sure you know what they’re like; fatigues, boots all polished, overly cheerful and optimistic.”
“I was offered that job once. When I first joined the Corps. I was told it was a better choice for me; it suited my personality better.”
“What did you tell them? To go fuck themselves?”
“Basically, yeah.”
“I bet you were underestimated right from the day you were born.”
“I’ve always been a study in contraction. People expect meek and mild. I know you did.”
“I did. And man, did I ever find out the hard way. You didn’t waste your time telling me to get fucked.”
“And not in the fun, sexy way, either.”
“Nope. That came a few days later.”
She laughs against the side of his neck, then places a line of kisses along his jaw. “And when it did, it was very fun and very, very, VERY sexy.”
“I have no complaints.”
“So…” Lifting her head from its resting place, she uses two fingertips to clear strands of hair from his brow. “...this recruiter…”
“You’re nothing if not persistent.”
“I like to know things. About you. And I want to know ALL of them. All the things.”
“This guy knew how to sell things. He made it sound so awesome. I’d get to play with guns, learn how to drive a tank, jump out of airplanes. They’d even pay for it if I wanted to further my education; become an engineer or an instructor or just make my way up the food chain and be an officer.”
“Would you have wanted to be one? An officer?”
“I don’t think so. Being out there breaking a sweat and getting my hands dirty was always my thing. The idea of wearing a uniform, sitting behind a desk and getting old and fat doesn’t do it for me, you know? But you know what really sold it? I’d get to see the world. Travel to different places. On their dime.”
“Yeah, even in the States they try hard to sell that side of things.”
“I hadn’t even turned eighteen yet. I was desperate to escape; I wanted to be as far away from my dad as possible and being in the army made the most sense. But I was young and dumb; I never stopped to think that ‘seeing the world’ really meant going into war-torn places; displacing people even more, killing them, even.”
“That’s not ALL you did. You helped more people than you hurt. That’s something I’m sure of.”
“Isn’t helping what hurts them most of the time?”
“It’s easy to see it that way, I guess. Sometimes the road to helping others isn’t a pretty one. And war is ugly; you and I have seen that firsthand. But isn’t it sometimes beautiful, too? When the means lead to an incredible end? When you see just how much you’ve helped someone? How better their life becomes simply because you showed up in it?”
“I don’t know how you do it. See things…people…the way you do.”
“I learned a long time ago that if I didn’t find the good in everything and everyone, I wasn’t going to survive. Not mentally, anyway. I was there too; in the Middle East. And we may not have had the same job and the same responsibilities, but I saw just how awful things were. I heard the horror stories.”
“You of all people didn’t deserve to be there. Going through all that.”
“But I chose it. The poor people that lived there didn’t. And you know what? it’s so much easier to remember the bad stuff. One horrible thing can wipe out a hundred good things.”
“Every so often, that psychology degree of yours comes out to play.”
“It’s less what I learned in school and more I learned OUT of it. Not to mention PTSD is a monster. Sometimes it makes it pretty hard to see the good in anything.”
“Is there you start psychoanalyzing me? Do you charge by the hour or…?”
“It’s just the truth, unfortunately. And you DO have PTSD.”
“I’m not the only one in this room…this bed…that does.”
“Maybe…” (trails a nail along the length of his jaw, over the scar that mars the bottom of his chin). “...but you’re the only one officially diagnosed, so…”
He doesn’t push it; knowing she’s not in the right ‘headspace’ to confront her demons. That choosing to focus on his healing and his battles effectively -for now- silences and numbs her own.
“What about you?” His hand moves through her hair; dark, silky tresses slipping easily through his fingers, palm coming to rest in the middle of her back.
“What about me?”
“What were you like? When you were a little girl? Not that you ever grew… physically…past twelve.” Grinning, he places a kiss on her brow when she laughs. “What did a young Esme dream about? What did she want to be?”
“God, so many different things. I always had these lofty, little girl dreams; wild and crazy things that would never come true. Like marrying a Crown Prince or becoming a famous actress and winning a record number of Oscars. I even used to practice my acceptance speeches in the bathroom mirror. Or I’d write the next great American novel; it would top the charts around the world and I’d win a Pulitzer. I even once thought I’d invent a cure for cancer and win a Nobel.”
“I’m sure a couple of those weren’t too far out of reach. You could find a cure for cancer. Or write a novel. You’re still young.”
“The craziest thing I ever wanted to be? A fighter pilot. A female Maverick from Top Gun.”
“Now that I CAN’T see.”
“Once I realized I needed to concentrate on something a tad more realistic, I switched to teaching and nursing. I would have loved to have gotten into pediatrics. Or taught kindergarten kids. Catch them when they’re still so innocent and curious and so in love with the world and everyone in it.”
“You’d be amazing at both of those. I can see why kids would love you.”
“Why? Because I’m just as small as they are?”
“Well, THAT. But just the way you are. WHO you are. You see the good in the world. Everything you’ve been through…the things you’ve seen and heard and even DONE…you still find beauty in everything. Not to mention you have the patience of a saint, Look how long you’ve stuck around. Put up with my shit.”
“You’re not as difficult as you think you are.”
“But I AM difficult.”
“You have your moments.” She kisses him; signing into his mouth when he tangles his fingers in her hair and pulls her tighter against him.
“You know, you could still do one of those things. Teach or be a nurse. You’ve got a lot of years ahead of you still.”
“I’m going to have to figure out something. I can’t sit on my ass for the rest of my life.”
“It’s not like there’s a rush. We’re not exactly poor. We’re not going to run out of money anytime soon. And if you wanted to go back and work for Nik…”
“No. HELL NO. That ship has long sailed. You’re not the only one that’s retired. You know what I really want to do right now? Until it’s no longer financially possible or we drive each other crazy? Whichever comes first?”
“What’s that?”
“Just…live. With you. And without having to worry about what comes next. “ She once more settles her head on his chest; a hand on his shoulder, thumb continuously brushing against the Roman numeral tattoo that decorates the skin. “Do you want to know what I REALLY wanted to? When I was growing up? Something I still think about from time to time?”
“Of course I want to know.”
“I wanted to own a bookstore.”
“You know for some reason, that makes total sense with you.”
“I kept a journal for the longest time. Completely dedicated to the dream. I’d write down all my ideas, and even sketch things out. I had it all planned out. It would have snow-white walls, but I’d fill the place with tons of colourful furniture and decor and have neighbourhood kids submit artwork I’d frame and hang. And I have dedicated spaces for people to hang out; chess tables, comfy chairs to settle down and read a book in, a courtyard out back if they wanted fresh air. I’d even have drinks and treats. Coffee, tea, and juices, muffins and cookies and sandwiches.”
“Sounds like a pretty awesome place.”
“I’d have a dedicated kids' space; everything in primary colours, a little play area and craft station, a small party room where they could celebrate their birthday. There’d be fish tanks; a couple for turtles, even. And some cages for birds and a few hamsters. And there’d be a bookstore cat.”
“You had all this planned out?”
Esme nods enthusiastically. “I even had the name picked. Do you want to hear it?”
“You should know by now that you don’t need to ask if I want to hear things.”
“I wanted to call it Turn the Page.”
(smiling, he uses two fingers to loop strands of hair behind her ears) “That’s perfect. And you sometimes still think about it? Owning a place like that?”
“Sometimes. We all hold on to some little dream, don’t we? Something from our childhood that can’t seem to let go of?”
“I mean, it’s not like it’s impossible. If it’s something you really want to do…”
“It’s just a little something I like to think about from time to time. That dream of mine got me through some pretty rough shit growing up. I always could escape to it; when my mom was being extra horrible.”
“Would you WANT to do it? Is it something that would make you happy? Having your bookstore?”
“Right now, I have all I need to make me happy. All I want to concentrate on? Is you. Us.”
Pecking his ips, then moves onto her side; her back pressed against the rear cushions of the sofa, face nestled in the crook of his neck, Their eyes closed as his fingers continuously graze up and down her spine and they listen to the crackling of the fire and winter storm raging outside; the howling of the wind and the rattling of the windows and the patter of ice against the glass.
She yawns noisily, then rubs her cheek against him) “I love you, you know.”
“I know. And I love you. More than you’ll ever know.” He drops a kiss on the top of her head. “You make me want to be a better man.”
S raises her head to look at him, tears sparkling in her eyes. “What?”
“You do. I want to be better for you. I want to be the kind of man YOU want. That you can be proud of.”
“I DO want you. And I AM proud of you.”
“But I want it to stay that way. I don’t want to go back to who I was. I want to be better. Do better. Be what you need. And deserve. Hey….” (gives an awkward chuckle when the tears escape, quickly using his fingertips to swipe them off her cheeks) “...don’t do that. Don’t cry. I hate when you cry.”
“I think that’s the most beautiful thing anyone has ever said to me. It’s the best compliment I’ve EVER gotten.”
“It’s all true. It’s the way you make me feel. Not just wanting to BE better, but knowing I can get there.”
She kisses him; long and sweet and sweet; nuzzling her nose against his cheek and his ears and whispering words of adoring and affection that no one has ever bestowed upon him. And she once more tucks herself into his side; tighter than before, wanting, needing, and enjoying the protection only he can provide. Finding herself quickly lulled to sleep by his steady, rhythmic breathing, the stroking of her hair, and the warmth of his skin against hers.
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svt-chanel · 10 months ago
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Chanel being ✨️ICONIC✨️
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1.☆ Chanel was once spotted in a bar trying to pull someone and all of the comments were "w rizz"
2.☆ One of her pics went viral and even locals were asking who she was
3.☆ Many companies wanted Chanel as their Trainee and even tried to bribe her but she ended up chasing Pledis
4.☆ Prada, Dior, Chanel, Miu Miu, and even Celine wanted and even argued over her on TWITTER...So Chanel decided to become each brands Ambassador over the years. (The brands cried on twitter once it wasn't their turn anymore)
5.☆ The president of China, Korea, Japan, Taiwan, Vietnam, and Australia all admitted to being Chanel fans. 6.☆ Everything she wears/eats becomes viral and sells out almost immediately.
7.☆ Momo of TWICE, all BLACKPINK members, and other kpop idols have told Chanel about her being the Asia role model and are even look up to her.
8.☆ many western artist want to collaborate with her.
9.☆ A famous painter has admitted that Chanel is the muse of his most famous paintings.
10.☆ She winked at an interviewer and they just kept stuttering.
11.☆ A flirty idol blushed when she winked at the camera.
12.☆ All of the girl aussies (Danielle, Lily, Hanni, and Rosé) started to fangirl over her in a live and eventually said "I need to touch grass." Becoming a famous moment between all those fandoms and especially Carats. (Due to her having solo schedules she couldn't make it to the live)
13.☆ A few idols argued over who she would sit next to at an award show.
14.☆ She had once manspread in a live and it became a famous moment with Carats simping over it and making edits.
15.☆ Carats meow instead of bark at concerts and her satisfied reaction becomes famous.
16.☆ A clip of her hands at a fansign go crazy viral "IDK WHO SHE IS BUT PLEASE CHOKE ME"
17.☆ On a solo live she read put a comment that said "mommy? Sorry." And then laughed and said "Mommy? Yeah you can call me that." Whike smirking.
18.☆ Once during an interview she stared at on object (hella) hard but everyone brushed it off thinking she was zoning out until that exact object fell while she just smirked and looked away.
19.☆ A fan had been secretly recording her in an airport and she immediately found the camera but when she looked at the camera her eyes turned fully white as if she was possessed scaring everyone around her and they left.
20.☆ In all of the group M/Vs that she films people say they see her behind her members copying their EXACT movement once the company heard about this they released a statement saying that you're never behind your members but somehow they still see you.
21.☆ A picture of you was shown on the news because of you're album sales but as soon as you showed up everybody's TV glitched and all they saw was you for 10 minutes straight and lots of people said that after a few minutes the picture started smiling.
22.☆ During an award show 2 of her tts top charts then compete against each other.
23.☆ Even antis dont deny that she's the 3rd gen it girl.
24.☆ When dancing on stage the top of the award broke off and she went viral for it.
25.☆ She passed out on stage but she was still singing her lines somehow.
26.☆ On a live with SEVENTEEN she was off to the side doing her own thing while the members were playing around but the fans attention was on you only and they couldn't figure out why. (There was even theories made about it)
27.☆ Chanel is chosen to represent Vietnam, Korea, and Australia for MRS UNIVERSE every year (2017-2024) and once she even won for all three countries.
28.☆ Once at the mall a kid (13 year old) saw her there and said "Isn't that Chanel from SEVENTEEN? She's so pretty." And she couldn't help but blush.
29.☆ Her debut (solo) song "Smart" broke the guineas world record for the most streamed debut in history.
30.☆ She died her hair as a blue and black wolfcut and it immediately became known as the "Chanel Hair"
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aviaposter · 30 days ago
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Boeing 767-300 Australian Airlines
Registration: VH-OGV Type: 767-338ER Engines: 2 × GE CF6-80C2B6 Serial Number: 30186 First flight: Jun 6, 2000
Australian Airlines is an international, full-service, economy leisure airline operating in the early 2000s. It was a subsidiary of Qantas, with its main hub at Cairns Airport and a secondary hub in Sydney.
Australian Airlines began its operations in 2002, using the name of its predecessor, the former carrier of Australia in the middle of the 20th century. The original airline, Australian Airlines, was acquired by Qantas on September 14, 1992. Formerly known as Trans Australia Airlines, but changed its name in 1986, the company has served domestic flights in the country since 1946. During the takeover process, much of the corporate identity of the former Australian Airlines was replaced by elements of the Qantas brand. So, the waiting room "Australian Flight Deck" turned into "Qantas Club", and the on-board magazine "Australian Way" was renamed "Qantas" magazine.
Between 2002 and 2006, Qantas revived the "Australian Airlines" brand to serve the low-cost travel market for tourists to and from Australia throughout Southeast Asia. The aircraft used were Qantas Boeing 767-338ERs, which were painted in new bright orange liveries with the word "Australian" written on them.
Australian Airlines ceased operations under this brand on 30 June 2006, but continued to operate flights for Qantas on a wet lease basis. This meant that Australian Airlines operated flights for Qantas using its own crews, but under the "Qantas" brand. Qantas later decided to abandon the public use of the "Australian Airlines" brand in favour of "Jetstar" as its low-cost holiday carrier. Qantas and Jetstar took over the services on Australian Airlines routes, and Jetstar International was launched in late 2006 to help expand the Qantas Group's international presence in Asia.
At the time of its demise, Australian Airlines had a fleet of five Boeing 767-300ER aircraft.
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glastly · 7 months ago
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Omg I gotta ask
What markers/ idk pens are you using?? The colors and lines look like so much fun!! I’m really into it- makes me want to finally watch mob psycho ❤️
Oh if you're talking about the ones I use to sketch underneath my lineart, I use these paint markers from Officeworks! I'm pretty sure the brand is just some cheap officeworks brand. I dunno if they have Officeworks outside of Australia, but these paint markers have thin plastic nibs which is how the lines come out neat and consistent in width :3
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I got them in the 9 dollar set thingie, because it was 9 dollars.. I saw it on the shelf and was like "DAMN!!!! 40 MARKERS FOR 9 DOLLARS!!!" and bought it. With the paint markers alone, it's like 18 dollars (AUD).
For my black lineart that I go over my paint markers with, I use this papermate felt tip pen which I LOVE dearly!! I think it's just a standard black felt marker, but the tip is firm and nice to doodle with!
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If you want lines similar to mine, any thin felt tip pen will have the same effect. I think this one is 0.7mm!
Anyways ya this is what I've been usin' recently! Do what you will with this info. I know paint markers are quite pricey unfortunately, but I was just lucky enough to get them at a bargain :3 AND YEAH!! WATCH MOB PSYCHO!!
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dreamings-free · 1 year ago
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November 28th 2023 By Andrea Sacal
Boyband member-turned-rock-star Louis Tomlinson is on top of the world. The Doncaster-born singer-songwriter has dominated global stages on his extensive Faith in the Future tour, which has just hosted a sold-out show at London’s 02. Before jetting to Australia and South America in the new year, Tomlinson reveals the second drop of his football-focused clothing brand, 28.
28 debuted earlier this summer, launching a well-rounded collection that embodies Tomlinson’s youthful spirit and athletic aspirations. The sophomore range expands on its inclusive DNA, bringing everyone together for a good time. Tomlinson promotes the power of community with a joyous campaign that will make you smile.
28 represents Tomlinson’s on-field football digit, embracing the beautiful game with fresh team uniforms. The second drop opens with tonal-branded hoodies and distressed flower-painted pullovers. Referee-inspired checkered tracksuits prepare for kickoff, while embroidered mock neck tops accompany Japanese nylon zip-ups and swirling “OFFICIAL PROGRAMME” jerseys. Staple T-shirts and slouchy bottoms complete the collection in full bloom.
Take a closer look at 28’s second drop in the gallery above. All items will be released on November 28 at 5 p.m. GMT via the 28 website. Read Hypebeast’s interview with Louis Tomlinson here.
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