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My Friends/Family: Hey can I see your phone? I need to look something up.

Me, closing like 80+ Ao3 Tabs as fast as I can:

[buckingham-ashtray]

No matter how it always ALWAYS seems like John Watson and Sherlock Holmes are love at first sight that’s never the entire truth because they never “fall” in love because they have been in love for one hundred and thirty seven years and they are in love in every universe so no matter when or where or how they meet they will always fall in love with each other all over again because their love is carved into Fate since the start of creation just as firmly as Olympus Mons stands on Mars because their love runs and fills all the arteries and veins and vessels mapping every inch of their bodies and bleeds through every universe into them because Sherlock Holmes and John Watson are destined to be in love CAN’T YOU SEE

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heaven - PIASTRI - final part

pairings: oscar piastri x private!reader (fc: gracie abrams + pinterest)

summary: on the 2 year anniversary of oscars first win in f1, everyone’s favorite couple has a surprise

type: social media au (smau)

note: well this is it!! the final part to heaven!! this ending has always been the plan and im so pleased i can finally post it, this win has been a longgg time coming and i am super stoked for oscar!!! obviously not the best race (esp for mclaren fans) but we got through it and oscar won!!!! super duper proud of my mclaren boys and i cant wait to see many more 1-2 with them!!

i honestly cant believe this is the last part to this series, this was one of the first fics i ever posted and its crazy how far its come!! to this day i get notifs that people have found the first part to this series and it blows my mind how big this has gotten. i know ive been inactive for a long time but i hope by finally finishing this fic i will find love for creating fics again!!!! love u all🩵

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youruser

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two years ago my best friend asked me to marry him, i said yes immediately. how could i say no to spending the rest of my life with someone i love so deeply?

today marks 6 months of him being my husband and i feel so incredibly blessed to be able to call him that, to be able to say that someone i love, loves me back just as much

but today is also the anniversary of my boys first win, which seems crazy now that he has many more under his belt but its true, its been two years since that crazy day in hungary and one that changed us forever

i have grown so much in the time we have been together and im so pleased i was able to do it with you, osc. i love you forever and always!

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oscarpiastri my favorite forever🤍

oscarpiastri marrying you was the best decision i have ever made

youruser my boy🌟🌟

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oscarpiastri

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i cant believe i get to call this gorgeous girl my wife, and i’ll be able to do so for the rest of our lives

you had never shone as brightly as on our wedding day, however youve continued to shine ever so bright since and i hope it never goes away, seeing you happy and content makes me feel like the luckiest man alive

thank you for saying yes all those years ago and thank you for trusting me with your heart, ill love you forever and always

your osc x

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youruser i love you so much osc

youruser you mean the world to me

landonorris congrats mate x

logansargeant i miss you guys :(

youruser we miss you too logie!!! we’ll be home soon and we will take you to dinner!!

logansargeant oscarpiastri promise?

oscarpiastri we promise

georgerussell63 happy for you both!

frederikvestiofficial come back soon i think logans withering away

oscarpiastri he’ll be fine for a few more days🙄

logansargeant nu huh!! i cant last much longer☹️

user66 oh my god she looks gorgeous 🥹🥹

oscarpiastri she is

user72 YOUR OSC😭😭😭😭

user6 im never getting over them☹️

user91 THEYRE MARRIED☹️☹️😭😭

user10 remember when yn said they werent getting married yet because they still had so much growing to do,, look at them now☹️

user47 i feel like everyones being too calm, WE DIDNT EVEN KNOW THEY WERE ENGAGED?!?!!?!

user64 LIKE WHY ARE WE NOT MORE SHOCKED

user22 bcs they are written in the stars and we all knew this was going to happen!!! liked by youruser

user30 yn with all the little babes oh i cant do this🥹🥹 liked by oscarpiastri

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lewishamilton so happy for you mate, it was a gorgeous ceremony💜

logansargeant my favorite people in the whole world

oscarpiastri we love you

logansargeant 🥹🥹 (i love you guys too)

youruser my boy forever and ever and ever

oscarpiastri 🤍🤍

landonorris you guysss😕😕

youruser love you lan!!!!

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a story told in many parts💐

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pinned youruser to osc, my best friend, my love, my husband i will love you until the end of time. i will hold your hand through everything and more, until death do us part x

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story song added heaven by niall horan text reads: my 🏠

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user72 OH MY FUCKING GODDDDD

user19 I CANNOT DEAL WITH YOU TWO 😔😔😔😔

user63 ur literally perfect for eachother wtfwtfwtf

user90 I FEEL SICK THIS IS SO CUTE

user6 oscar is so sweet🥹🥹

youruser the sweetest!!!!

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human john…. ough

also john but specifically from this fic by @shadowy-dumbo-octopus

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Private Landing (Lewis Hamilton) (13.2/15) - Part II

SUMMARY: In the high-speed world of Formula One, Lewis Hamilton subtly introduces a mysterious partner via Instagram after a slight mishap during an interview. Sparking media intrigue, everyone wants to know: who is the enigmatic figure that calls herself Mrs. Hamilton?

INSPO: this post

PAIRINGS: Sir Lewis Hamilton x Aurora "Rorie" Phillips-Hamilton (faceclaim is Justine Skye)

WARNINGS: drama, angst, sexual content, formula one b.s., pre-established relationship (with flashbacks). RATED M (18+)

TAGLIST: @a-moment-captured, @boujiestpoet, @avngrsfangirl, @yeea-nah @alika-4466 @scorpiobleue @certifiedlesbianbaddie @motheroffae @perfecttrashface @saturnville @weetjy @lewlewlemon44 @cranberryjulce @chaoticcoffeequeen @periodjosh @melanin-queen369 @niahxo @purplelewlew @f1-football-fiend @imjustheretomanifest @gg-trini @kinggbl @iamryanl @mitruscity @nichmeddar @xoscar03 @4ftwonder

A/N: Please let me know if you want to be added/removed from the taglist. The headers/dividers are by @inklore

CHAPTER 13.2: Baby LH-Squared On Board

Barcelona in June was a love letter to sun-drenched afternoons and evenings that stretched lazily into warm, starlit nights. The Spanish Grand Prix was always a highlight on the calendar for its energy, its sprawling Catalonian charm, and the way the city seemed to hum with possibilities. This year, it carried even greater significance for Lewis and Rorie. With Lyric happily spending time with Nina in Monaco, the couple had a rare moment to themselves.

Rorie sat on the sofa of their suite, her ginger tea cradled in both hands. The vibrant city stretched out beneath their balcony, the soft sounds of street performers playing Catalan melodies drifting in. At fourteen weeks, her belly was beginning to show, a small, undeniable curve that filled Lewis with pride.

He was crouched before her, his hands resting lightly on her thighs, leaning in close as if speaking directly to their growing child. "Good afternoon, little one," he murmured, his voice a tender melody of its own. He pressed a kiss to the soft fabric of her sundress, right where her stomach curved outward. "Your dad’s got a big race tomorrow, so you and your mum will be cheering me on, yeah?"

Rorie chuckled softly, running her fingers through his neatly braided hair. "I think your biggest fan is already ready to cheer you on, babe." She sipped her tea, savoring the warmth it brought to her still-sensitive stomach. "This tea is doing wonders, by the way. Not a total cure, but better than before. I’m not spending half the day in the bathroom anymore, so we’ll take it."

Lewis glanced up at her, a mixture of relief and concern crossing his face. He hated seeing her suffer through the extreme morning sickness that had plagued the early weeks of her pregnancy. The medication had helped, but there were still moments when the nausea crept in, stubborn and unrelenting. "You��re so beautiful," he said, his hand drifting to rest lightly over her stomach. "Both of you are. And you’ve been a warrior through all of this."

"Don’t make me cry," she warned, her voice teasing but her eyes soft. "Hormones are still raging. I’ll ruin my makeup."

He laughed, leaning in to kiss her gently before resting his cheek against her belly. "Okay, I’ll behave." But he stayed there for a moment longer, humming softly—some old Motown tune his mother used to sing to him as a boy. The vibrations of his voice traveled through her, grounding her in a way she couldn’t quite explain.

Rorie smiled, her hand drifting down to rest over his. "Martin called this morning," she said, breaking the quiet. "The meeting last month must’ve gone better than I thought because now he wants me to meet my half-siblings."

Lewis sat back slightly, his expression immediately shifting to one of cautious curiosity. "How do you feel about that?"

She hesitated, her fingers tightening around the mug. "I don’t know. I mean, Athena seems fine—better than fine. She was fine when we met in Bahrain, but the others…" She trailed off, a shadow of uncertainty crossing her face.

Lewis reached for her free hand, lacing their fingers together. "Whatever you decide, I’ll be right there with you. But I won’t lie—I’m nervous about how this might pan out. People don’t always handle situations like this with grace."

Rorie nodded, her lips pressed into a thin line. "Yeah, I’ve noticed." She took a deep breath. "But I want to try. If only to see what kind of people they are."

Her mind drifted back to that day in Monaco, just hours after discovering her pregnancy...

The restaurant terrace offered a perfect view of the Mediterranean, though Rorie kept her sunglasses firmly in place. Her lemonade sat mostly untouched as Martin spoke, his words washing over her like waves against the harbor wall.

"I made mistakes," he was saying, gesturing with hands that reminded her too much of her own. "The interview with Piers—that was wrong. I shouldn't have done that."

Rorie remained silent, one hand resting protectively over her still-flat stomach.

"And telling your mother to..." Martin paused, and had the grace to look ashamed. "Well, I was scared. That's not an excuse, but—"

"No," Rorie finally spoke, her voice steady. "It's not an excuse."

"I want to be part of your life," he pressed on. "Meet my grandson. Be a proper grandfather."

She took a careful sip of lemonade, buying time. The baby in her belly made her think differently about everything now. About family, about forgiveness, about protecting what matters.

"You don't get automatic access," she said finally. "To me or to Lyric. That's not how this works."

"Then how does it work?"

"You start with my mother," Rorie set her glass down firmly. "A proper, in-person apology. No cameras, no press, no excuses. Just you, owning what you did."

Martin's face tightened. "Rorie—"

"That's the first step. After that, we take it day by day." She stood, adjusting her flowing top carefully. "I'm not the angry teenage girl you imagined in that interview anymore. I'm a mother. Think about what kind of grandfather you want to be. Then act accordingly."

She left him on that sun-drenched terrace, her heart lighter than when she'd arrived. Some choices weren't just about us anymore—they were about the future we wanted to build for our children.

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Later that evening, they found themselves in a private dining room at a high-end restaurant, waiting for Rorie's half-siblings to arrive. Athena arrived first, dressed professionally - her media credential from Motorsport Weekly still hanging around her neck.

"I just finished some interviews in the paddock," she explained warmly, hugging Rorie. "The perks of interning with F1 media - getting to see my sister more often."

Before Rorie could respond, the door opened again. Azariah entered first, his six-foot-three frame commanding immediate attention. His dark skin gleamed under the restaurant lights, and despite his imposing height, his eyes held a gentle warmth. He wore his hair in neat locs that fell past his shoulders, his button-down shirt and pressed slacks suggesting the polished professionalism of someone used to boardrooms.

Aaron followed, shorter than his brother but built like a boxer. His dark brown complexion was offset by a fresh fade, geometric patterns carved precisely into the sides. Despite the designer clothes he wore, his entire demeanor radiated hostility - from the set of his broad shoulders to the way his jaw clenched. Where Azariah's presence felt welcoming, Aaron's felt like a storm about to break.

Aaron spoke, his voice dripping with disdain. "So this is the famous Rorie. Dad's little secret."

Lewis's jaw tightened immediately. "Watch yourself."

"Or what?" Aaron shot back, rising slightly from his chair.

"What the fuck did you just say to me?" Lewis's voice was dangerously low.

"You heard me, nigga. What, you think because you race cars you're better than–"

"Aaron!" Azariah's voice cut through the tension like a knife. "That's enough. Apologize. Now."

"Man, fuck that–"

"Get your brother," Lewis said to Azariah, his fists clenched. "Before I forget this is supposed to be a family meeting and fuck him up."

Azariah turned to Aaron, his expression stern. "Apologize. You're out of line and you know it."

After a tense moment, Aaron muttered an apology, though his eyes still burned with resentment. Athena quickly tried to salvage the situation, talking about her internship and then their son.

"So, how’s Lyric? We’d love to hang out with him."

Lewis’s response was immediate and firm. "That’s not happening right now."

Athena glanced at Rorie, as if hoping she might overrule him, but Rorie simply shook her head. "You heard what his father said."

The rest of the meeting passed in a blur, with Athena even inviting them to a dinner party their father was hosting, but Rorie gave a vague response, clearly unsure about attending. Eventually, Rorie gave Lewis the look — the one that said it was time to go.

Outside, walking through Barcelona's bustling streets, Lewis was still seething. "The audacity of that little–"

"Ice cream," Rorie interrupted, squeezing his hand. "We need ice cream."

They found a small vegan ice cream parlor tucked away on a side street. As they sat near the window, Rorie with her strawberry basil and Lewis with his salted caramel, the tension began to fade.

"I'm sorry about Aaron," Rorie said softly. "Though I appreciate you keeping your cool."

Lewis shook his head. "Azariah seems solid at least. And Athena... she's genuinely trying."

"Yeah," Rorie agreed, taking another bite of ice cream. "But let's be clear - Lyric isn't meeting any of them anytime soon."

"Agreed," Lewis said firmly. "Though I wouldn't mind seeing more of Athena in the paddock. Girl knows her racing."

Rorie smiled, reaching for his hand across the table. Despite the drama, they had each other. And right now, with the Barcelona sun setting outside and the taste of ice cream on their lips, that was more than enough.

Race day in Barcelona arrived wrapped in brilliant sunshine and electric energy. The paddock thrummed with life - carefully choreographed chaos of team personnel, media crews, and fans pressed against barriers.

"Lewis! Lewis! Please sign this!"

"Over here!"

"Just one photo!"

"Lewis, my daughter loves you!"

The chorus of voices rose and fell as they moved through the paddock, accompanied by the flutter of flags and the constant click of camera shutters. Rorie had grown used to this part of Lewis's world - the way people's eyes lit up at the sight of him, the surge of bodies toward barriers, phones thrust hopefully into the air.

But she noticed the change in Lewis immediately. Usually, he'd navigate these moments with practiced ease, a warm smile here, a quick wave there, walking slightly faster past the most enthusiastic fans while still maintaining his signature grace. He'd perfected the art of being both present and moving, of acknowledging the love without getting swept away by it.

Today though, his body language spoke volumes - one hand firmly at her back, creating a bubble of space around them as they moved through the paddock. His jaw was set differently, eyes constantly scanning, body angled to shield her from the press of the crowd. When a particularly enthusiastic fan leaned too far over the barrier, Lewis's hand tightened imperceptibly at her waist, smoothly guiding her to the opposite side.

"A bit much?" she murmured, glancing up at him, noting the subtle tension in his shoulders.

"Just being careful," he replied, steering them around a particularly enthusiastic group waving Mercedes flags and chanting his name. A security guard moved closer, reading Lewis's body language, but Lewis shook his head slightly - they didn't need the extra barrier. Not yet. Still, he kept his pace measured, deliberate, maintaining that protective bubble around them.

His protectiveness should have annoyed her - she'd always valued her independence, after all - but after their journey with Lyric, she understood. The years of trying, the heartbreak, the final success... every precaution felt justified, even if it meant adapting their usual routines. She caught the way his eyes flickered to her still-flat stomach, the careful way he positioned himself between her and the more boisterous fans, and felt a rush of love for this man who could command the attention of thousands but was most focused on safeguarding their precious secret.

A group of young fans called out in Spanish, waving a banner with Lewis's face. He acknowledged them with a warm smile and wave, but kept moving, his hand never leaving her back.

They ran into Susie near the Mercedes hospitality suite, her sharp eyes taking in Lewis's unusually upbeat demeanor. "Someone's in a good mood," she noted, looking between them with growing suspicion.

"Just feeling good about the race," Lewis replied smoothly, but Rorie caught the slight tell in his voice - the same one he got when trying to keep Lyric's Christmas presents a secret.

"Mmhmm," Susie hummed, clearly unconvinced. "Well, don't forget we're meeting later for the F1 Academy race."

"Wouldn't miss it," Lewis assured her.

As soon as Susie walked away, Lewis made an exaggerated grimace. "She's going to figure it out."

"Of course she will," Rorie whispered, squeezing his hand. "But family first."

They fell into planning mode, discussing timeline options. "In London," Lewis suggested. "When everyone's together."

C.J. found her shortly after Lewis had to scurry off for pre-race preparations, pulling Rorie aside to discuss an upcoming meeting with Polydor Records. "They're really interested," he explained, but Rorie's attention was already wavering.

"I don't know, C.J. The whole label thing…" She pressed a hand to her mouth suddenly, the familiar wave of nausea rising. C.J. reacted instantly, supporting her as she made her way to the nearest restroom.

"I got you," he murmured, holding her hair back. "I'll get some ginger tea."

While waiting for C.J.'s return, Rorie found herself ambushed by a welcome face - Louise Magnussen, her two little ones in tow.

"Rorie!" Louise exclaimed, pulling her into a warm embrace. "I was hoping to catch you. About the charity karting race - is Lyric going to participate? The kids are so excited about it."

"We haven't decided yet," Rorie answered honestly. "But I'll talk to Lewis about it today, promise."

C.J. returned with the tea just as Louise's maternal instincts kicked in. "Are you feeling alright? You look a bit peaked."

"Just a stomach bug," Rorie lied smoothly, accepting the warm cup from C.J.

After Louise left, C.J. shook his head. "People are gonna go crazy when you tell them."

"Fucking bonkers," Rorie agreed with a groan.

Her phone buzzed - a message from Julian updating her on the case. Reading about Deja's increasingly erratic behavior sent a fresh wave of tension through her temples. "I need carbs," she decided abruptly. "Something absolutely terrible for me."

"Garage snacks won't cut it?" C.J. asked, already knowing the answer.

"No," Rorie said firmly. "I need proper junk food. The kind Lewis pretends doesn't exist in the paddock." She paused, considering. "You know that little bakery we passed on the way in? The one with the chocolate-filled croissants?"

C.J. raised an eyebrow. "The ones dusted with enough powdered sugar to look like a crime scene?"

"Those exact ones. And maybe those potato wedges from the food truck by Turn 3. The ones with the garlic sauce." Her stomach growled appreciatively at the thought. "God, Lyric's going to have a sibling with a serious carb addiction."

"Better than your pickle and peanut butter phase," C.J. muttered, but he was already reaching for his phone to text one of the assistants. "You want the croissants heated?"

"Is that even a question?" Rorie deleted Julian's message, refusing to let it occupy any more space in her head. "And maybe some of those cinnamon churros too?"

"Now you're just being greedy," C.J. teased, but his thumbs were already typing out the addition to the order.

Rorie closed her eyes, letting the warmth of the ginger tea seep through her. In twenty minutes, she'd be stuffing her face with the most wonderfully inappropriate pre-race meal possible. Sometimes the best way to handle stress was with sugar, carbs, and a complete disregard for nutritional value.

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The Mercedes garage hummed with pre-race energy as Lewis began his meticulous preparation routine. Each movement was practiced, almost meditative - first the fireproof underwear, then the racing suit, pulling it up with practiced efficiency. The familiar weight of the HANS device settled on his shoulders as he secured it in place.

The balaclava came next, Lewis smoothing it carefully over his braids before reaching for his helmet and holding it in his hands. As he went through the final checks of his equipment, Toto approached with Bono, both ready for their usual pre-race briefing.

That's when they heard it - the unmistakable sound of enthusiastic munching coming from where Rorie sat by the screens, headset perfectly in place, looking utterly content as she dipped a churro into spicy mustard.

Several pit crew members did double-takes, their expressions ranging from fascination to horror as they watched her follow the churro with a bite of chocolate croissant dipped in cream cheese.

"Uh, Rorie…" one of the mechanics ventured, "you feeling alright there?"

She responded with a pout that only deepened when another crew member added, "That's some interesting culinary creativity you've got going on."

"Come off it," Lewis interrupted, though his eyes sparkled with amusement. "Leave my wife be."

After the others dispersed, Bono pulled Lewis aside. "Is she okay now? Wasn't she sick? What's up with the churros and mustard?"

Lewis couldn't suppress his dopey, toothless smile. "She's just being Rorie."

Bono crossed his arms, unconvinced. "Not with eating what she's eating but I'll leave it alone. For now."

As the final preparations continued, Lewis made his way to Rorie, pressing a soft kiss to her lips. "I see your appetite is back. Morning sickness gone?" he whispered against her ear.

She turned to whisper back, "Baby LH squared wants carbs."

"Ah? Really?" He chuckled, nodding. "Alright, happy that you're eating, love. No matter…how…weird the concoctions, I guess." His eyes lingered on her unusual food combinations before he kissed her again.

Settling into his car, Lewis felt an extra surge of motivation. Starting from P3, Baby LH squared watching - even if from the size of a lime - he had everything to race for today.

The race itself unfolded like a symphony. From P3, Lewis maintained his position through the first corner, watching, waiting. The Mediterranean sun beat down on the Circuit de Barcelona-Catalunya as he found his rhythm, the car responding perfectly to every input. Lap after lap, he battled with the McLaren ahead, the gap shrinking and expanding like a living thing.

The pit stops were flawless, the strategy solid, but the front two had just enough pace to stay ahead. Lewis pushed the Mercedes to its limits, extracting every fraction of performance, ultimately crossing the finish line in P3 - a strong podium finish that felt like a victory given their recent struggles.

"Great drive, mate," Bono's voice crackled over the radio. "P3, solid points. The car's coming along nicely."

"Thank you, guys," Lewis responded, his voice carrying an extra note of contentment that had nothing to do with the podium. "Let's keep pushing. Good things coming."

The podium celebration was electric as always, champagne spraying under the Spanish sun. From his spot on the third step, Lewis's signature pointing gesture toward the sky seemed to carry extra meaning today.

Will Buxton caught him just after the podium celebrations, microphone ready. "Lewis, there's something different about you today - even with P3, you seem particularly focused, almost glowing. What's changed?"

Lewis's eyes found Rorie in the crowd, a small smile playing on his lips. "Just feeling good, Will. Everything's falling into place, you know?"

"Cryptic as ever," Will noted with raised eyebrows. "But there's definitely something in the air around you today."

They left the paddock together as the sun began to set, Lewis's race suit now tied around his waist, trophy in one hand, Rorie's hand in the other. The evening air was still warm, carrying the scent of champagne and flowers.

"Hotel?" he asked softly.

"Hotel," she agreed, leaning into him as they walked. "But maybe we can stop for more churros first?"

Lewis laughed, pulling her closer. "Whatever Baby LH squared wants."

The book in Dada's hands had a little brown boy on the cover, smiling next to a baby. At first, Lyric wasn't interested - stories about babies were boring. But as Dada read, talking about all the special things big brothers get to do, Lyric found himself leaning closer.

"Remember how you were upset about the baby?" Dada asked gently, pulling Lyric onto his lap. His bedroom in their Monaco penthouse was cozy, lit by the warm glow of his race car nightlight.

Lyric nodded, remembering his tantrum. He hadn't meant to be bad, but the idea of sharing Mama and Dada was scary.

"Well, being a big brother means you get to do more big boy things," Dada explained. "Like maybe…racing with Laura?"

Lyric's eyes widened. Jack always talked about racing, and Jack was the coolest. "Like Jack?"

"Exactly like Jack," Dada smiled. "Would you like that?"

Lyric nodded enthusiastically. As Dada tucked him in that night, thoughts of racing cars mixed with ideas of being a big brother. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad after all.

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The Austrian airport was huge and exciting. Lyric held tight to Mama and Dada's hands as they navigated through the crowded terminal. The people with cameras were always there - "Papa-razzi," Mama called them - but Lyric knew to stay close whenever they appeared.

"Up, Dada?" he asked when the crowd grew thicker.

"Of course, big man." Dada lifted him easily, and Lyric watched the world from his favorite perch. A fan called out, "Lewis! Can we get a photo?" but Dada just smiled and kept walking.

"Maybe later," he said kindly. "Family time now."

At security, Dada made it extra special. He let him hold the important blue book - his passport, Dada called it. The nice man at the desk even gave him a stamp!

"Look, Mama!" he exclaimed, showing her the mark in his passport.

"Very official," Mama agreed, kissing his cheek.

The drive to the track was full of mountains - so different from Monaco's sea views. Lyric could barely contain his excitement about the karting race. His car at home that Pop Pop got him was fun, but this would be real racing!

Laura was waiting at the track, and they watched the grown-ups set up the karts while sitting on a stack of tires.

"Why we racing?" Lyric asked Laura, settling beside her.

"Dunno," she shrugged. "But Jack says it's cool."

"Dada read me a book," Lyric told her, proud to share his news. "'Bout being a big brother! I get to do big boy stuff now."

Laura wrinkled her nose. "Sissies can be a'nnoyin'. My sissy cry a lot. And takes my toys."

"But we get to race!" Lyric reminded her, bouncing slightly. "Like Jack! And like Dada!"

When his father called him to the driver's room, Lyric's heart did a little dance of excitement. The racing suit laid out looked just like Dada's - black with teal accents, sized perfectly for him.

"This is yours," Dada said softly, helping him into it. "Your very first race suit."

"Like yours," Lyric whispered, touching the material reverently.

"Just like mine." Dada's voice caught, and Lyric noticed his eyes were wet.

"Why cry, Dada?"

"Just happy to see you race, son," Dada pulled him into a hug. Lyric kissed his cheek, understanding this was a special moment even if he didn't know why. "Remember what I've told you?

"Have fun!" Lyric recited. "And be safe!"

"That's right." Dada helped him with the zipper. "And what else?"

"We race fair!" Lyric added. "No pushing!"

Mama appeared in the doorway, phone ready for pictures. "Look at my handsome racers," she said, and Lyric posed proudly next to Dada.

Before heading to the karts, they walked through the paddock where Lyric collected high-fives like treasures.

"Ready to show us how it's done?" Uncle Val asked, crouching down for a proper high-five.

Pierre ruffled his braids. "Future champion right here!"

Charles knelt beside him. "Remember to have fun," he advised with a wink.

The kart felt perfect when he climbed in, Laura on one side, Jack and the others nearby. Through the barriers, he could see Dada standing with the other racing dads, and behind them, so many people cheering. The racing talk people held their microphones, speaking quickly about "the next generation" and "racing legacies." Lyric didn't understand all the words, but he understood this was important.

A person stood in front of them with a flag. Lyric took a deep breath, just like he'd seen Dada do countless times. He thought about his car at home, about watching Dada race. His small hands gripped the wheel.

The countdown began.

Lights out.

And Lyric Hamilton began his first real race.

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From behind the barrier, Lewis watched his son's tiny Mercedes race suit - adorned with patches from Williams and McLaren, a nod to his own racing journey - as Lyric settled into the kart, which was a somewhat better model of the one he had at home. Since the kids ranged in various ages, they all agreed to do a kart race with a subdued motor, something even kids as young as his son could handle easily.

Before they got started, the commentators' voices carried across the circuit.

"And in an unprecedented move, Formula 1 has given us something special today," David Croft's voice rang out. "Free Practice 3 cancelled for what might be the most heartwarming event of the season - the F1 Kids' Charity Karting Race."

"Quite remarkable how they kept this under wraps, Crofty," Martin Brundle added. "Looking at these young racers - Lyric Hamilton, Laura Magnussen, Jack Wolff, Penelope Kvyat, Sergio Perez Jr. - all in miniature versions of their fathers' team suits. Though young Hamilton's got those special patches…"

"A tribute to where it all began for Lewis," Croft noted. "McLaren represented alongside Mercedes."

The atmosphere was electric, different from a regular race day. No championship points at stake, no team orders, just pure racing joy as the next generation took to the track. Lewis felt Toto's hand on his shoulder.

"Ready to be a racing dad?" Toto asked, grinning.

"Don't think I'll ever be ready," Lewis admitted, watching Lyric adjust his position just like they'd practiced at home. "I'm so close to shittin' my pants."

The lights sequence began. Five red lights illuminated, then extinguished. The karts lurched forward, Penelope taking an early lead with Lyric close behind. Jack slotted into third, showing his karting experience.

"And they're off!" Croft exclaimed. "Penelope leads into Turn 1, Lyric Hamilton showing his father's racing instincts in second…"

Lewis held his breath watching Lyric navigate the first corner. His son's lines were surprisingly clean for a toddler, the hours spent on his toy car at home showing through.

The three-lap race unfolded like a miniature grand prix. Penelope maintained her lead, but Lyric kept pace, occasionally getting close enough to challenge. Jack protected third place with skill that made Toto beam with pride.

"Look at young Hamilton's racing line through Turn 3," Brundle commented. "Someone's been studying their father's races."

The crowd cheered every overtake attempt, every slight wheel-to-wheel moment. Max and Lewis exchanged glances as the children battled for first, both fighting the urge to shout advice.

On the final lap, Lyric made one last attempt to catch Penelope, getting alongside through the penultimate corner, but Penelope held her nerve. She crossed the line first, with Lyric less than a kart length behind. Jack secured third place, completing the podium.

"What a finish!" Croft called out. "Penelope Kvyat takes the win, Lyric Hamilton a brilliant second, and Jack Wolff rounds out our junior podium!"

The paddock erupted in cheers as the kids pulled their karts to a stop. Lewis vaulted the barrier, reaching Lyric just as his son was climbing out. He scooped him up, helmet and all.

"Dada I raced!"

"You were amazing, big man," Lewis said, voice thick with emotion. Around them, other drivers were congratulating their children, the usual paddock rivalries forgotten in this moment of pure joy.

They had a proper podium ceremony, complete with small trophies and sparkling apple juice instead of champagne. Penelope, Lyric, and Jack stood proud, their fathers behind them, while photographers captured the moment.

"And to think," Brundle's voice carried over the celebration, "we were meant to have Free Practice 3 today. I'd say this was a much better use of track time."

Looking at his son's beaming face as he held his second-place trophy, Lewis couldn't have agreed more.

The podium celebrations were barely over when Jenson Button approached, microphone in hand but speaking off-record first. "Brilliant driving, kids!" His eyes landed on Lyric. "That defensive move into Turn 4? Proper racing stuff."

Will Buxton followed, crouching to the children's level. "Future champions, all of you. Those were some impressive lines out there."

Then Nico Rosberg stepped forward, and the paddock's atmosphere shifted subtly. He focused on Lyric, who was still clutching his trophy. "Excellent race, Lyric. You've got your father's instincts."

Lewis kept his expression neutral, professional.

"His hand-eye coordination is really good," Nico continued, glancing at Lewis. "The way he held that racing line…"

"Been practicing since he could walk," Lewis replied, surprising himself with the lack of tension in his voice. "Though Penelope gave him a proper challenge today."

"Good racing all around though," Nico agreed, extending his hand. "Congrats, man."

"Thanks, Nico." Lewis took it, a brief but genuine handshake. For their children's sake, they could manage this much. Nico moved on to congratulate Penelope as Rorie approached, tears streaming down her face.

"My baby!" She wrapped Lyric in a tight hug, covering his face with kisses. "You were so amazing out there!"

"Mama, you see? I race like Dada!"

"Just like Dada," she agreed, wiping her eyes.

Lewis clapped his hands together, grinning broadly. "Who wants ice cream?"

"Me!" Lyric bounced in his mother's arms. "Chocolate?"

"Champion's choice," Lewis laughed, leading his family toward the ice cream stall. Behind them, the paddock continued to buzz with excitement, the day's unexpected event already being hailed as one of the season's greatest highlights.

Today had been about something far more precious than he could ever imagine - the pure joy of racing, passed from one generation to the next.

The conference room in The Sun's London office felt suffocating as Alexander watched Julian review the settlement papers. Ten million pounds to be donated to fertility support organizations. A full retraction. A public apology.

The price to pay for invading the Hamiltons' privacy.

David, his boss, sat rigid beside The Sun's solicitors, his usual confident demeanor notably absent. The legal team had advised settling - the evidence was damning, the public sentiment overwhelmingly against them.

Julian made one final notation. "This seems in order," he said, his tone clinical. "The Hamiltons appreciate your cooperation in resolving this matter quickly."

The solicitors exchanged glances before signing. David's signature came last, a slight tremor in his hand.

"The funds will be transferred within 24 hours," The Sun's lead solicitor confirmed. "The retraction and apology will run tomorrow."

Julian gathered his papers with precise movements. "Good day, gentlemen." His exit left a vacuum in the room.

David dismissed the legal team with a sharp nod. As the door closed behind them, Alexander's throat went dry. He'd known this was coming.

"Alexander." David's voice was flat. "Your employment with The Sun is terminated, effective immediately. HR will process your–"

The door opened. David's boss, Richard, entered without knocking. Alexander watched David's face pale.

"Richard, I was just handling–"

"You're both fired," Richard cut in. "The board is cleaning house. This scandal has cost us more than money." He placed two envelopes on the table. "HR has your paperwork. Clear your desks by three."

The door closed again. Alexander stared at the envelope bearing his name, realizing how completely his pursuit of a story had destroyed his career.

David stood first, shoulders slumped. "Well," he said to no one in particular. "That's that."

Alexander remained seated as David left, the weight of his choices pressing him into the chair. Outside the window, London continued its busy Friday, indifferent to the careers that had just ended in this sterile conference room.

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Alexander's phone buzzed as he began emptying his desk. Deja's name flashed on the screen.

"Well?" Her voice was tense. "What happened?"

"They settled." He placed a framed photo in a cardboard box. "Ten million to fertility organizations. Full retraction. Public apology."

"What? They can't do that! We had–"

"I'm fired, Deja." He cut her off, exhaustion seeping into his voice. "David too. It was above us."

A pause. Then, softer, scared: "Alexander, my lawyer called. They're… they're trying to have me arrested. Luisa's testifying against me on extortion and harassment charges."

He ran a hand through his hair, staring at his half-empty desk. This had spiraled far beyond a story about a celebrity couple. "Deja, I can't… I can't help you anymore."

"But–"

"Don't call this number again." He ended the call, immediately blocking her number.

The last items went into the box. Alexander looked around his office one final time, then walked out, leaving his keycard on the empty desk.

TO BE CONTINUED....

[dui-enthusiast]

consider, if you will:

John wants to know more about humanity and, of course, goes to Arthur about his inquiries surrounding companionships.

notably, he asks Arthur about love.

John wants to know what “love” really is, from a human’s perspective, now that he’s come to terms that he himself is experiencing those feelings for Arthur (and now that he knows Arthur is too).

Arthur is happy to teach him, going on long, flowery ramblings about different kinds of love: the love for your friends, for sex, for your family, for strangers, for animals and insects, for food, for nature itself, for objects and ideas, for the world and all that it inhabits.

finally, John adds: “But what about the…the kind of love you had with Bella? The marriage, the—the falling in love, the romance. You have yet to explain that one to me.”

and Arthur draws a blank.

“That’s a good question,” Arthur replies. “I…suppose I don’t really know.”

he goes on to explain how it didn’t “feel right,” something John has heard before but never in this much detail.

and as Arthur comes to a close on another one of his rants, he realizes maybe he just wasn’t built for romantic love, or to even understand it as others do. and he finds that he’s okay with that.

John understands the feeling, but feels the need to ask: “And what about, well, our love? The kind that we feel for each other? What is that?”

“I don’t know,” Arthur replies.

and he finds that he’s okay with that.

[monster-lover-pride]

I genuinely do not understand the trope of antis making blanket statements about proshippers, lying about them, calling them pedophiles, whatever whatever but then getting mad when said people correct them in the notes?? Like ofc if you call someone a pedophile rapist groomer for shipping two siblings in fiction yes obviously they're going to correct you or get defensive?? I thought it was common sense.

[seraph5]

I dunno if y’all have read the Malevolent fanfic series A Universe That Doesn’t Care and People Who Do by Supposedtobewriting but ya should it’s incredible. Awesome characterisations, very rich side characters, awesome plots. I’m having a whale of a time.

https://archiveofourown.org/series/3073359

[moth-time]

It's BOOK TIME again! It has been forever since I last bound a book wow.

This is Interim by @punishandenslavesuckers, which is a fantastic botw post-canon Link/Zelda/Ganon fic that you all should go read if you haven't already. It's great, go check it out. I stayed up way too late reading it.

The binding is a sewn-board binding, which means the cover stiffeners are sewn directly into the text block, instead of wrapped around and glued to the endpapers. This makes for a very tidy and modern looking binding, AND because the boards are doubled (sewn in like the endpapers) allows for fun shenanigans like that indented triforce.

I'm SO proud of how the triforce came out! I was really careful with all of my measurements and it really paid off.

Oh yeah and I finally found a place with a good guillotine, so now I can make SMALLER books and still have nice crisp edges. Look at it, it's such a cute size. Perfect for holding.

Next step… painted fore-edges, maybe owo

[jenny-purr]

I kot not resist. Grindr Mayhem Vol.2

[Grindr Mayhem Vol.1] (TikTok)

Now also on TikTok if you wanna interact with it there! ♡

Edit: Ya'll guys' notes making me kick my legs in air and giggle ♡ Kiitos / Takk fyrir!

[mossy-rainfrog]

[ID: Two semi-colored traditional and digital drawings of Arthur kissing John's hand. The drawings are primarily sepia toned, with John in vivid yellows and golds. Arthur kisses his left hand, but both drawings are posed to show John standing before Arthur, and his hand merging with Arthur's so that he can kiss it.

In the first drawing, Arthur scrunches his brow and kisses John's palm with a closed mouth, holding John's hand so that his thumb rests on the palm. John's expression is sincere, sweet, and he sighs at the touch. In the second drawing, Arthur's expression is more earnest, and his mouth is open against John's palm. His hand cups the back of John's knuckles. John's eyes are open wide in surprise, and several exclamation points with hearts are drawn over his head.

Character designs: Arthur is a stout white man with short disheveled brown hair and various scars. He has a mustache and wears a suit and tie. John stands nearly a head taller than him, and is portrayed as a humanoid monstrous figure with a cracked pallid mask for the right side of his face. Beneath the mask and his golden-yellow hooded robe, his skin is empty blackness. He has two horns growing straight up from his mask, a bejeweled necklace around the hood of his cloak, and a spiky black halo. Arthur and John's joined hand is missing a pinky finger and has dark roots coming from from a wooden prosthetic. End ID.]

did u guys know that the oscar/arthur/john fic no sweeter innocence is regularly changing lives. did u know u should go read it right now. hoooooooly fuck

this took me an inordinate amount of time but @lighthouseshepard YIPPEEEEEEEE thank you for all of your writing and this last chapter especially 💛🥰 you have ruined lives 🥰💛

[the-random-phan]

Sides of a Coin

[81folklore]

heaven - PIASTRI - part 5

pairings: oscar piastri x private!reader (fc: gracie abrams)

summary: australian adventures of yn and oscar

type: social media au (smau)

authors note: IM BACK WRITING MY FAVORITE ANGELS!!! ive been feeling slightly more motivated so i thought id just continue a story instead of creating a new one (at least whilst im in this slump) i do hope you enjoy!!

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oh australia how ive missed you and your gifts 💫

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user3 whats the best gift australia has given you??

yourusername oscar!!! liked by oscarpiastri

user3 SHUT THE FUCK UP WHATTTT?!?!??

user62 i feel SICK THEYRE SO??

oscarpiastri oh my goddd

oscarpiastri 😍😍

user4 you cannot separate oscar from that emoji

yourusername not even i can😕😕

oscarpiastri you can pry it from my cold dead hands

user81 that dog is so stinking cute

user22 yess but that dress is GORGEOUS

user5 right shes sooooooo pretty liked by oscarpiastri

user88 australia is the one whos lucky!! liked by oscarpiastri

user67 like they are being blessed with the yn ln

yourfriend3 you are oh so lovely liked by oscarpiastri

yourfriend3 i take it back stop your boyf from liking my comments abt you

yourusername he loves me🥰🥰

oscarpiastri i do!! its true!!

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my favorite lady in my favorite place

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user18 SHE IS HIS FAVORITE LADY OH MU GOD😭😭

user17 AND HIS FAVORITE PLACE IS HOME😭

user24 oh my god she is gorgeous liked by oscarpiastri

user84 i will never ever get tired of them

user28 i hope theyre in love forever and ever liked by oscarpiastri

user55 oscar liking this comment☹️☹️

yourusername my babyyyy

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oscarpiastri 🩷🩷

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the day you entered my world you changed my entire view on life and myself, you help me find love and happiness in things i never expected and showed me how to appreciate the smallest things in life.

sometimes i wonder if im being selfish, how can i be worthy of all the love and time youve given to me? surely there is someone more deserving, someone who needs everything youve showed me more? i think about what i must have done in a past life to be gifted with you and then i wonder if we are destined.

maybe i dont deserve you in this life, maybe i dont deserve you in a thousand other lifes. but i believe we are meant to be which means for every universe we dont find eachother, we find eachother in a hundred more

im so glad we found each other, i dont know if i deserve you but i promise i will cherish and appreciate you the way i have done for 6 years and the way i will continue to love you for as long as this universe allows and then i will love you even longer in another

six years used to feel like forever but now ill never have enough time, happy anniversary lovely

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oscarpiastri you continue to help my heart keep beating

oscarpiastri i didnt think love was real until i found you

oscarpiastri we will find eachother in every universe i promise

oscarpiastri you are the prettiest and most lovely person i have ever met and you deserve everything and more

yourusername my good looking boyyyy🩵🩵

user29 i have no words i cant comprehend what im reading

user10 i feel so violently ill they are so sweet

user62 my parents everyone!!!

user53 is that an engagement ring?!

user33 wait pause

user5 theres no way right??

oscarpiastri

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you’ve impacted my life in more ways than you will ever know and im so thankful that i get to love you for all eternity, you have such a beautiful soul and i can’t believe i get to hold it

happy six years and to a lifetime more

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yourusername you are so so incredible

yourusername i dont know how many other ways i can say it but i love you

oscarpiastri i love you too

user66 they are sooooo

user7 oh my gooooood i am a puddle of tears

user56 you just dont get them like i do

user32 anyone else sad we didnt get a long caption like yns was beautiful

yourusername oscar said more than enough in his letter☺️

user43 OH MY GOD HE WROTE HER A LETTER😭😭😭😭

user3 six years.. six damn years and they are still so in love

user48 guys are they engaged or not😭

yourusername not!! we are still young and exploring ourselves and the world and we are still grow into better people. we didnt want to rush when we still have so many things to do but we will when we know we are ready🩷 liked by oscarpiastri

user65 i didnt know it was possible to love two random strangers so much☹️☹️

yourusername added to their story

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text on story reads: 🩷🩷🩷

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text on story reads: sunshine ☀️☀️

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[izel-scribbles]

everyone should read this fic by @bluejayblueskies

tattooed john……. one chance please ……

theyre so. ghrhrhrrhhrhhrhrgrgrvrh

[storiesofsvu]

Not a Dream

Addison Montgomery x reader warnings: language, the briiiiefest mention of medical angst, pure fluff otherwise. This was requested AGES ago, not even sure who by at this point. I should really get better at noting that part before i answer the og ask lol. Anyways, have some Addison fluff!

This was queued but after today I need some validation serotonin so have this weeks early!🫶🏻

Take out dinner, a few bottles of wine and a night filled with gossip, trashy reality tv and old movies was nothing new for you and Addison. In fact, it was nearly a weekly function. It had started after one very long, too tough week at the hospital, you were her scrub nurse and just as, if not more invested in each of her patients, cases and surgeries. Out of the three of them, you lost one, nearly lost the second and had a serious complication come up with the third. While the remaining two ended up pulling through and everything was successful, it was needless to say the entire experience was a little too draining. So Addison asked if you wanted to join her for a drink and rather than bring down the morale at Joe’s, you ended up at her place where you could wallow in peace, eventually laughing over ridiculous stories and shows.

It was your ‘you’ time, but together, where you could relax and wind down from your high stress jobs, talk things through if you wanted, or just completely forget. It was how the two of you got to know each other, shared memories from your childhoods, told stories from your time in med school, Addison often commented how nice it was to have a real friend out in Seattle and you couldn’t help but agree.

You both felt completely at peace around each other, you knew you were safe, that you wouldn’t be judged for your pasts, that you enjoyed a lot of the same things and shared a lot of the same opinions. You worked incredibly well together, often bringing each other coffee in the mornings and sitting together for lunches. It was such a seamless and effortless friendship that grew stronger every day, which is why when the two of you fell asleep on the couch halfway through The Time Traveller’s Wife, you thought nothing of it. When the song played over the closing credits blared you awake you let out a soft sigh, feeling the warmth blooming through your chest at how secure you felt considering the vulnerable situation and nudged Addison’s side.

“Not letting you drive, c’mon, you know where the guest room is.”

She replied with a small groan but followed you off the couch after flicking off the television and disappeared into the guest room, lingering in the doorway just long enough to watch your bedroom door swing shut behind you. With a gentle sigh she retreated into the bedroom, still feeling the warmth on her skin where you’d head had been tucked into the crook of her neck while you slept. Her heart was a low strum in her chest, one that she knew matched the pace of yours, the two of you morphing into one single rhythm while entangled on the couch. As she pulled open the dresser to find the pyjamas you always left out for her she couldn’t help the way the corner of her lips curved up into a grin.

Falling asleep together wasn’t a problem at all. It was waking up and having to go your separate ways for the rest of the night that was the issue.

 *

Addison woke up in the morning to the quiet clattering of you in the kitchen and the soft sound of summer rain beating against the window pane. She let out a relaxed sigh, rolling over in the bed to stretch out her body with a small groan, at least she didn’t have anything planned today for the rain to ruin. The last time she’d crashed at your place you’d left out a fresh toothbrush in the hallway bathroom and she was pleasantly surprised to find it still there, along with a face cloth and body towel in case she wanted to shower. Once she was finally refreshed, hair tossed up on the top of her head she wandered out into the main part of the house.

“Someone’s been busy.” She greeted with a small laugh and you glanced up from your spot at the island, a slightly shy smile on your cheeks.

“Oh, hey, yeah. I made breakfast.” You gestured vaguely across the island and Addison couldn’t help but chuckle again.

“I can see that.”

“I didn’t know what you liked, so I uh…” you laughed awkwardly, nearly wringing your hands, “likely made enough to probably feed a small tribe.”

As you watched Addison’s eyes sweep over the island you realized just how utterly ridiculous the entire thing was. Any overnight guest would be more than happy and thankful for a half toasted, plain bagel on the way out the door. Meanwhile you couldn’t remember if Addi preferred waffles or pancakes so you’d made both. And that wasn’t even the half of it. There were various fruits and whipped cream to be used as toppings if she didn’t want syrup, there was a plate of bacon, sausage, eggs done three different ways and two different types of hashbrowns. Bread was sitting in the toaster just waiting for her to wake up to be toasted (and not to worry, there were sourdough and multigrain options) along with a plate of sliced cheese, tomato, smoked salmon and red onion if she wanted to lean toward a breakfast sandwich option.

“I could have sworn we’ve had breakfast together before.”

“A cup of coffee from the cart and a pastry stolen from the nurses station does not count.” You offered and she laughed.

“Huh, you’re right. I guess it just felt like we regularly did.”

You occupied yourself with your coffee mug, taking a sip of the steaming beverage before you spoke again, “oh, and I picked up some of that oat vanilla creamer you like so much, it’s in the fridge.”

“God, you are just an absolute angel.” She beamed, stepping toward you to plant a kiss on the side of your head before effortlessly moving through your kitchen.

She didn’t have to think or guess, she just seemed to know exactly where everything that wasn’t currently on the island was. Addison plucked the perfect coffee mug from the cupboard, easily stepping over to the fridge to get the aforementioned creamer to add in the amount she wanted before filling up the mug.

“Plates?” She asked, turning back to you and you broke out of your trance.

“Oh, shit, guess I didn’t remember everything.” Both of you laughed as Addison turned toward another cupboard, managing to pull down to plates, passing one over to you before you grabbed whatever utensils you might need considering the amount of choices.

“Well, considering you put in such an incredible effort I think we’ve got to eat a bit of everything.” She stated, swiping a piece of bacon to munch on while she looked through the other plates, starting to fill up her own.

“Oh, Addi, no…” you protested and she tsk’d at you.

“Nope. It all looks amazing; I’m going to try all of it.” She slid a pancake onto her plate, “are you seriously telling me you can decide between sweet and savoury with all of this in front of you?”

“I guess you’re right.” You laughed, settling onto the stool across from her as you began to load up your own plate.

Now that you were focusing on eating the nerves jumping under your skin were finally able to calm down, knowing that Addison didn’t think you were as ridiculous as you felt. Especially as the two of you started to eat and she couldn’t possibly hold back her praise over how incredibly literally everything tasted, and honestly, she wasn’t wrong. You’d put way more effort into things than if you’d been cooking for just yourself and every little trick was a burst of flavour on your tastebuds.

“You know what it is?” She suddenly asked over a bite of pancake and you nodded as you put your coffee mug down.

“Once the batter’s started to solidify in the pan before flipping you add syrup right into the pancake.” You explained, “and real Canadian maple syrup from the farmer’s market, not store bought shit.”

“I guess you’re not wrong.” She laughed, examining her pancake before taking another bite and you felt your cheeks heat once again. “but I meant why I felt like a real, at home breakfast was something we regular did.”

“Oh?” You raised a brow in her direction and the smile she gave you was enough to make you completely forget how to speak.

“Because I feel like I’m home whenever you’re near me.” She reached out, briefly squeezing at your arm, “you’re just...perfect.”

“Addi…”

“Okay, fine. I know how you feel about the whole perfection thing, but you are the most perfect that you could be, especially to me. You go above and beyond being an incredible friend every day.”

“I mean, I just want you to know how much I appreciate everything you do for me.”

“You know, I take it back.” She suddenly glanced back up and you felt the nerves starting to tingle though you again. “I don’t know if friends would be the right word for how I feel when we’re together. You know me so well, better than anyone else that’s for sure. You know what I need before I’ve realized it, whether it’s a surgical instrument or day to myself so I don’t get sick, you have this magical way of anticipating everything and sometimes I don’t think I’ve shown you enough appreciation for that. Because not only the things you do, but also you mean the world to me, I hope you know that.”

Your mouth felt too dry to speak, not wanting to say something you would instantly regret, so you simply nodded instead, earning a warm smile from the other woman.

“Good.” Her hand slid across the island and she squeezed at yours, warmth blooming through your body from the point of contact all the way to the tips of your toes. When she interlocked her fingers with yours your breath caught in your throat and you were praying she couldn’t feel your pulse racing. “when I say you make me feel like home, I mean it. I don’t have to worry about anything around you, I can just… be. I’ve never felt this comfortable in my life, you’re like a—”

“Sister to you?” You interrupted and Addison stalled, her posture stiffening as she contemplated pulling her hand away from yours but you shifted oh so slightly towards her so she left it where it was.

“I was going to say partner.. but if that’s the route you want to go.” She laughed, her cheeks tinging pink as embarrassment flooded over her, “I’m pretty good at backpedalling after I’ve made a fool of myself.”

You fought the instinct to leap off your stool, knowing that now was the time to dive full into the deep end and never look back. “What?! No! No! I just…  I never thought we’d end up together but here you are confessing everything to me.”

“You’ve thought about it?” She asked hesitantly, her eyes flicking back up to yours and you nodded once more, struggling to find your voice.

“Yeah… every day for the last month at least…” your voice was barely above a whisper, “hope that’s not too imposing… I thought I caught a vibe…”

“You did.” She admitted, a fluttering picking up in her chest, “I’ve been fighting off the urge to kiss you for weeks.”

“What’s stopping you now?” You blurted, apparently there was nothing holding you back anymore and she laughed softly, her thumb brushing over your knuckles.

“I guess nothing…”

Addison barely had to nudge at your hand and you were sliding off your stool towards her, your free hand pushing a piece of hair back behind her ear as you stepped between her legs.

“Hi…” You whispered and a grin took over her lips.

“Hi…”

“If I’m about to wake up and this is some wild figment of my imagination—”

“Then it’s the best dream I’ve ever had.” Addison murmured, her fingers tracing the side of your face before leaning in to close the gap between the two of you and her lips met yours.

You practically melted into her, her arm winding around your waist, pulling you impossibly close while your lips moved with grace against one another. It was a slice of heaven both of you had been waiting far too long for, lips curving up into happy grins as the kiss continued. You both lingered, perhaps too long in the morning light, just to make sure it wasn’t some kind of wild hallucination fueled by too many rom-coms, and that you weren’t about to wake up on the couch while movie credits played. Addison’s fingers tickled at your cheeks and you couldn’t help the gentle laugh that escaped your lips as you pulled away from the kiss, only to lean in again and peck her lips.

“Not a dream.” You murmured.

“Definitely not.” She replied with a smile, “now how about you go turn on some Housewives and relax with your coffee.” She squeezed at your hand, “I’ll clean this up and get all the leftovers into the fridge.”

Reluctantly, you stepped away from her, noticing that the warmth in the room, blooming in your chest and shining all the way into hers didn’t dissipate with the distance between you this time. You refilled your coffee mug before crossing into the open living room, dropping onto the couch to pick up the remote.

“Please, pack up multiple containers for yourself to take home, lord knows I won’t be able to eat all of it.”

“Who said anything about me going home anytime soon?” Addison called over her shoulder, a wicked grin on her face, her words bringing a blush to your cheeks as you sunk impossibly deeper into the couch in a fit of giggles.

You were certain, if this was a dream, it was the best one, and the most realistic one you’d ever had, and there was no way you would be forgetting the feeling of Addison’s lips on yours. However it wasn’t, and you wouldn’t have to worry about remembering the details because ten minutes later she was joining you on the couch, peppering your face in kisses that tasted like maple syrup and strawberries.

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