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Every time I get the notification you’ve posted, I either get
a. a hug thru art or-
b. Punched in the gut with feelings
Unfortunately those seem to be the flavors I know how to bake a cake with at the moment.
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if you have a good vibe/kind thought to spare and could send it my way. i'd really appreciate it.
#saying goodbye to my friend murphy tomorrow#i'll be okay. it's the right decision and i'll get through.#life is just going to be really hard and sad for a while#i don't want to talk about it in any detail but i feel like i have to say it out loud#and i have this paranoid anxiety thought that's like if I don't tell people he's gone they will ask about him#snd I won't be able to handle that for a little while#I don't need acknowledgment or sympathy. I don't need to talk to anyone. I don't need cheer-up fodder#so no need to send me anything or talk to me about it really i promise#just if you can take a second to love and appreciate the animals in your life. that would be really nice.#you don't have to tell me about it it would just be nice to feel there's love out there#writing this all out is making me feel so stupid. i've deleted and rewritten several times#but i gotta because it would be a lot worse if i was worrying about not talking about it#so yeah. no need for likes or comments or dms or asks or anything. just give someone some love for me ok?#murphy is the senior yellow lab you may have seen me post pics of sometimes. he's my parents' dog but he's my buddy.#and he's gotten me through a lot. like a lot a lot#and i'm going to miss the hell out of him#and i'm so worried about my parents. they're going to have a much worse time than me.#and they don't need anything else on their plates right now#it's just everything you know?#and all at the same time too. 2024 has been just one gut punch after the other#so yeah. if you could give your pet a hug or a treat or a scratch or take them on their favorite walk. that would be awesome#this was good actually typing all this nonsense out helped a little. still don't want to talk about it but at least i have ideas for#the 'leave me the fuck alone' email i'm going to send everyone tomorrow at work
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As a person who full well understand that pain,, I hereby offer you the ultimate aid; a hug
- Digi
oh no oh wait I didn't know I had emotions 😭
Thank, though, I love hugs actually /gen 🫂
-Lizzy
#it's almost like I didn't know what I was gonna say until I already typed it#then I got sucker punched in the gut with that one line#'sometimes it's not us. it's me and them.'#like excuse me I didn't need that high school experience of an unspoken inherent alienation brought back#ough 😭#an ask!#Host Lizzy#very heavily debated drawing a hug just for the sake of it to answer this ask#but that could very well take hours if I get too into it#Wonder!
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Hello! Hope you are well:)
Could I request a little something where reader is scared to ask for help when it’s about her mental health (and barely ever talks about how she feels if it isn’t a happy feeling) and she’s been keeping everything bottled up for so long, all she needs now is a hug from Dean, but she has no idea how to ask for it? And when he hugs her tears start pooling in her eyes and Dean comforts her?
Thank you!!🫶🏼🫶🏼
(Sorry if it was too specific😅)
౨ৎ ₊˚⊹ comfort,
summary. sometimes all we need is a hug, right?
pairing. dean winchester x reader ; angsty
wordcount. 315
notes. totally get the feeling! thanks for requesting this hun 🥺
You’re fine.
That’s what you keep telling yourself. It’s what you’ve been telling yourself for weeks, maybe months. The weight pressing against your chest, the exhaustion that never fully goes away—it’s just stress. Just another rough patch. You can push through it.
Except, tonight, it feels unbearable.
Dean’s sitting on the edge of the motel bed, flipping through TV channels like it’s just another night on the road. He glances at you, sprawled out stiffly on the other bed, your body curled inward, hands gripping the fabric of your hoodie like it’s the only thing holding you together.
“You okay?”
The question is simple, casual, but it feels like a punch to the gut.
Your first instinct is to nod, to plaster on a smile and say, Yeah, just tired. But the words get stuck. Your throat tightens, and for a second, you think if you speak, you’ll crack wide open.
Dean notices the hesitation. The way your fingers twitch, the way your breath is a little too shallow.
“C’mere,” he says, his voice softer now, his arms opening without hesitation.
Your body moves before your mind can catch up. You barely make it across the room before you sink into his chest, his arms wrapping around you like they were made to fit.
And just like that, the dam breaks.
Tears spill over, silent and unstoppable, soaking into Dean’s flannel as you press your face against his shoulder. He doesn’t say anything—doesn’t rush you, doesn’t pry. He just holds you, one hand smoothing over your back, the other resting at the nape of your neck, grounding you.
“I got you,” he murmurs, his lips brushing against your temple. “Whatever’s going on, you don’t have to carry it alone.”
You squeeze your eyes shut, your hands clutching at his shirt. You want to believe him. For now, you just let yourself stay here—safe, warm, held.
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I have a request for dealer!chris sturniolo. What if reader went ‘missing’ for a couple of hours but they were actually at there friends house and dealer! Chris was freaking out. (Don’t have to do it if it’s not apart of ur au!!)
it's not my au but i wanted to do it anyway, sorry it took so long 🫡 idk if it's exactly what you wanted but there you go
spending time with your best friend was one of your favorite things to do. whenever you were both free, you tried to meet up, and minutes turned into hours, mouths wouldn't close, food would disappear, laughter would fill the room. you loved it. but often while you were in this peaceful, fun bubble, you forgot about the world outside.
and that's how it was this time, you both sat on the couch at her house all day, eating sweets and talking shit about her ex. until your friend's phone buzzed and her eyes widened. she shows you the screen, your heart skips a beat when you see chris's name on it.
his text was short and straight to the point, "if y/n is with you tell her to call me the fuck back".
holy shit.
you were quick to remember that you were supposed to meet with him for one of your frequent smoking sessions. the realization, that the little hang out with your friend that were supposed to last not more than an hour but turned into the whole day, hits you like a punch to the gut. you could only imagine how irritated chris is that you accidentally stood him up.
your suspicion is confirmed after appearing in your apartment at the speed of light, immediately finding him pissed off inside. chris knew where you kept the spare key since you two were pretty... close.
the death stare he gives you, almost makes you trip over your feet, hesitantly walking closer to the couch he was sitting on. hood on his head, hands in the pocket of his hoodie, jaw clenched. a slight smell of smoke hangs in the air, you notice a lot of cigarette butts in the ashtray on the coffee table, right next to a few pre rolled joints. he didn't smoke them without you.
"hi...?"
his tongue clicks against his teeth, voice low when he speaks, "hi? disappearing for a whole day, ignoring my calls and all you say is fuckin' hi?"
"i wasn't ignoring you, my phone died...." you explain, slowly sitting next to him, his eyes watching your every movement, but his body doesn't even move an inch even if it's aching to pull you into a hug with relief that you're fine.
chris couldn't believe how stupid it was. you "missing" had him freaking out for the whole day, for some reason thinking that something or someone had done something to you. at first he just assumed you're in the store maybe or do whatever else and will be back at your place soon, so he sat down and waited. it happened before, sometimes you would just go to get your nails done, while he was waiting in your living room until you come back and smoke with him. but you never not answer his texts or calls, so after a while he started losing his shit. until something clicked in his head and he thought of your bestfriend. bingo.
"couldn't somehow text me that you're busy and okay?" his tone dripping with annoyance, which is how he tried to hide how worried he actually felt, not knowing what was going on with you. "m'waitin' like a fuckin' idiot here 'n all i hear from you is that your phone died?"
he knew that as your dealer he had no reason to be angry about anything other than the fact that you set him up. but he was angry because of something else, that he thought something had happened to you and he was worried about you, smoking cigarettes like in a trance, trying to control his emotions all day long.
"i'm sorry, i was just catching up with my friend and i got lost in time and...." you anxiously bite down on your bottom lip, while chris remains silent.
he mutters before stopping himself, "i thought something happened, like— was losin' my mind and shit..."
this makes your heart skips a beat and you shift closer, removing the hood off his head and running your hand through his messy hair, getting a hum in response. his attitude softening slightly. "i'm fine, chris, just forgot that we were supposed to meet today, i'm sorry."
"yeah, is whatever..." he tries to sound unbothered, but wraps his arm around your waist, pulling you onto his lap, where you settle comfortably with a smile. "you were worried?" you raise your eyebrow, getting a scoff in response.
"don't be ridiculous, kid."
but deep down he knew he was.
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Lumberjack Tales - The Hairy Bear (3)
Summary: He ruins what you had...
Pairing: Lumberjack!Ari Levinson x fem!Reader
Warnings: angst, Ari being a douche for a moment, sad reader, unplanned pregnancy, pregnancy scare, mentions of being unemployed, money problems (implied), remorse, we love Bear
This story is part of my Lumberjack Tales masterlist
Catch up here: Lumberjack Tales - The Hairy Bear (2)
A/N: I added the first details of the following request to this part.
Your days off flew by faster than you wanted. Ari and you spend every moment together, lots of cuddling and sex included.
Before you knew it, you called your boss to quit your job. Ari told you more than once that he wants you to stay – forever.
He seemed to be adamant about keeping you around. And you, well you, wouldn’t want to leave him, his cabin, and Bear for all the money in the world.
It was the first time in your life that you got the feeling you found your haven, a place where you belong, and are wanted.
“Ari,” you call for your lover and maybe future boyfriend. “Baby? Do you want to join me for a walk? We could take Bear too.”
Ari doesn’t answer. He came back from another grocery run half an hour ago. Ari didn’t say much. He simply carried all bags inside, and even ignored when Bear nuzzled his leg.
Assuming he had another encounter with the, in his words, annoying town folk, you snicker. Ari just hates having too many people around. You don’t know what happened, but he likes staying to himself – hence the cabin in the middle of nowhere.
A minute passes by, and another without a word from Ari. You sigh and decide to help him unpack the groceries. Winter is close, and Ari wants to restock his pantry.
“Ari?” You walk inside the kitchen, smirking as Ari is busy cleaning the counter. Last night you had sex on it, and you didn’t have the time to clean it yet. He huffs and snatches your panties from the ground to throw them into the trash can.
“Shit everywhere…” He mutters, still not looking at you. “Everywhere…”
“Can I help you?” You step closer to Ari, to hug him from behind and rest your head against his back. “We ruined it together. Let me lend you a hand.”
“Christ, can you leave me alone for five minutes?” He raises his voice, making you flinch. “It feels like you’re breathing down my neck all the time. Sometimes, a man needs time on his own. You’re suffocating me! Why are you so clingy all the time.”
You stiffen and immediately drop your arms. Stepping away from Ari, you feel like someone punched you in the guts. Not days ago, he told you again that he wanted you to stay forever, and now, Ari is telling you he hates having you around.
“Alright,” you try not to choke on the tears welling up in your eyes. “I’ll leave you to…cleaning.”
Ari huffs when you run out of the kitchen, and upstairs. He believes you’ll give him space and come back down later to join him for breakfast.
Bear whines as he looks at his owner. The Estrela Mountain Dog dips its head to watch its owner angrily scrub the kitchen counter. “Not now, Bear. I had a shitty day. My fucking ex-wife called, that blood-sucking bitch…”
“Shoes, pants, wallet,” you sniffle while throwing all of your belongings into your backpack. You wipe your eyes and choke out a sob. How could you believe Ari wants more from you than sex? Of course, he’s already bored and wants you gone. “That’s all.”
Ari left the house to go for a walk with Bear some time ago. This way, you don’t have to say goodbye. You’ll just sneak out and find your way back to civilization and loneliness.
Grabbing your backpack, you sigh. For a few weeks, you believed you found a home. Now you know better. No man can be trusted. Especially not the kind looking like he came right out of a wet dream.
You slowly walk out of the room, not looking back. If you turn around, you’ll break down and cry. That’s the last thing Ari wants, a whiny and desperate woman clinging to him. Maybe he even believes after you quit your job for him that you are after his money.
Shaking your head, you decide to not think of him any longer. It was great while it lasted. You had a great time and awesome sex. You’ll remember your time with Ari for what it was – a late summer fling.
“Y/N? Uh—I’m back. Listen,” Ari jogs upstairs to apologize for his earlier outburst. He was angry after hearing from his ex-wife after so long. The last thing he wanted was to yell at you. “Baby? I’m sorry for yelling. It’s just that…”
Ari stops in his tracks. He gasps when he finds the bedroom empty. “Y/N?” He rubs his scruffy chin. Something is wrong. All of your clothes are gone. Even the ones you carelessly dropped to the ground when you jumped at him to suck him off last night. “Baby?”
Bear trots inside the room. The huge dog whines loudly as you are nowhere to be found.
“Do you think she’s shopping?” Ari asks his dog. He furrows his brows as Bear lies down, and whines again. “Fuck…no…fuck!”
Sitting down on the bed, he buries his face in his hands. He screams your name, angrily stomping his feet. “I fucked up big time!”
Ari aimlessly drives around the area. He searches his property, every inch of it. In town, no one saw you, and you’re not answering your phone.
“Bear, I don’t even know where she’s living,” Ari hits the brakes hard when he sees someone walking along the road. He cranes his neck, only to see the cashier from the store in town wave at him. “Not her.”
He slams his hands on the steering wheel, cursing himself for ruining the best thing ever happening to him. “She’s gone, and it’s all my fucking fault.”
The first days back at your old place felt wrong—just wrong. You missed Ari's scent and his voice. You barely slept, not only because you felt like your heart got ripped out, but also because you found yourself in desperate need of a new job.
How foolish of you to quit your job for some guy you met not weeks ago.
“Fucking idiot,” you call yourself a needy and stupid bitch. “Only because his dick was good, you fucked up your career and will lose your apartment. Loser bitch. This is so typical of you.”
Four weeks have passed, and you feel numb. Not only did you not get your job back, but you’ve got another problem, and your time with Ari left more than a bad taste in your mouth.
Hot tears run down your cheeks, realizing you took too many risks by giving in to the charming and sexy man. Again, you tell yourself that you should’ve known better.
“Bear, come on,” Ari urges his dog. He finally found a trace of you. It took him almost six weeks to find out more about you, and your life. All he knew was your name. Nothing else was important while you were still around. Ari told himself, he could ask questions later and enjoy the blooming relationship you built. “We got to find her.”
Bear barks as Ari tugs at the dog leash. He sits down and whines loudly. “Stop making a fuss, you big beast. We have a job to do. Get up.”
The Estrela Mountain Dog remains where he’s seated. “What’s wrong with you?” Ari shakes his head. “We finally found her, and now you keep me from going to her?”
Ari huffs as his dog jumps up. Bear wags his tail and barks loudly. The dog suddenly starts running to chase after someone.
“Bear! Wait! Wait up!” Ari runs after his dog, dodging people here and there. “You stubborn beast. WAIT!”
Bear suddenly stops. Jumps at someone, making Ari yell his dog’s name louder.
“No! Stop attacking people. What are you doing?” His heart stops for a second watching Bear nuzzle your belly. The huge beast is whining for your attention as you carefully pat his head. “Bear, you beast found her!”
While you crouch down to wrap your arms around Bear, his owner steps closer. He watches you pat his dog while trying to find the words to apologize.
“There you are,” Ari huffs. “You must love watching me chase you.” He steps closer to grab Bear’s dog leash. “We will discuss your behavior on our way back.”
“What the fuck are you talking about?” You get back up to glare at Ari. “You wanted your freedom and silence back. I gave you what you wanted.”
You turn to leave, ignoring Bear whining louder. “I didn’t want you to leave. Y/N, I was having a bad day and yelled at you. I’m sorry.” Ari puts his hand on your shoulder, but you shake it off. “We could’ve talked things out, but you just ran. I needed weeks to find you. How could you just leave me?”
“How could you treat me like an intruder and a liability?” You snap at Ari. “All the time you told me to stay, and I believed you. I quit my job for you, only to get kicked out!”
“Y/N, I did not kick you out!” He growls. “You left! I came back and wanted to apologize, only to find you gone. I was scared to hell and back! Do you know how many nights I asked myself if you are still alive?”
You shrug. “You have a life to go back to, Ari. I suggest you enjoy your solitary, and I’ll take care of…” Biting your tongue, you look at the envelope in your hands. “Whatever.”
“Y/N,” he whispers your name when you are about to walk away. “Please. Let’s go somewhere else, and have a coffee. We can talk and fix this. It was all just a misunderstanding.”
Ari looks around the area, frowning as his eyes drift toward the building you left.
“There’s nothing to fix.” You want to walk away, but Bear blocks your path. “Bear, no!”
“A doctor?” Ari sucks in a breath. “Y/N. Baby, are you sick? Fuck.” Ari wraps his arms around you and buries his face in your neck. “How do you feel? What is wrong with you?”
You take a deep breath and say, “I’m pregnant…”
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Her

George Russell x fem!reader
Summary: being stood up by your fiancé a week before the wedding is something woman doesn’t want to go through in her life, ever
Warnings: nothing special maybe heartbreak, break up, curse words, cheating, no use of Y/N, one use of L/N
Word count: 3.7k
A/N: I really love Sex and the City movies, so this is basically inspired by the events from the first movie. My English is sometimes hot or not, so I’m sorry for any mistakes! Please don’t use my writing without my consent, also I don’t own any of the pictures! Enjoy.
“There’s no possible cancellation, miss. You need to come to the honeymoon vacation or it’ll expire.”
Yes, the word honeymoon. Woman without a man. The man who stood her up week before their wedding. It was all perfect, everything about their love. And yet, here she stood, single, heartbroken and humiliated in front of the suite for newlyweds that carried their names Mr. and Mrs. Russell. Out of all the girls from the grid family, Kelly was the one to be there for her. She packed her up and got her on this vacation, because she already payed a lot for this to be a surprise for George. One that he’d never forget, one with which she’d shown him how she loved him.
For two days straight she only slept. Kelly fed her a little with some fruits and yogurt from breakfast. It was painful to watch her close friend to suffer like this. She looked pale, her face puffy from all the crying, and her gaze was dull.
As the night fell on the resort in Mexico, Kelly picked up her phone, Max was FaceTiming her.
“Hey, babe. How is it going?” He asked with frown.
“Hey, love… please, promise me, that if you ever want to break up with me, don’t you dare to propose to me before that.” Kelly said in sadness.
“How is she?”
“It’s bad. She’s sleeping for second day already. You should see her face when she saw the name tags on the door… it was like a punch in the gut.”
“I’m really glad, that you’re there with her, Kells. She deserves the best. I must’ve restrain myself very hard to not punch George when I saw him at the paddock today.”
“Wait, what? He’s back at racing? I thought that he was supposed to get a break from all that stuff, like he said to her.”
“Don’t say it to her, but… There’s this woman with him here, like a shiny bracelet on him. Lando nearly threw up from the sight of them and everybody here is giving him a silent treatment.”
“Holy shit… this is a nightmare.”
“Yeah… keep her away from socials, she doesn’t need more heartbreak than she already received.”
“No probs, babe. I’ll keep her occupied and her phone is with me anyway and it’s turned off.”
“Okay, I’ll keep you posted. Take care, love you.”
———
Fourth day into vacation she got up from bed, surprising Kelly at the terrace for breakfast.
“Hi, K.” She said, her voice raspy from all the sleep.
“Ah, the sleeping beauty. How are you today, darling?” Kelly hugged her instantly.
“It’s strange, but good. I think the most of the hurt is gone. I know it’s not that simple, but today is good and I’m gonna enjoy it.” She softly smiled but her eyes spoke another story. Kelly gave her a sympathetic look as they talked through the breakfast.
“Max is wishing you well. He’s so worried about you.” Kelly said sipping on her coffee.
“Aw, thanks. He’s a good man, Kelly.” She smiled kindly with little sigh.
“Hey, don’t let your mood flatten, we’re here to have a good time, you’ve worked hard for this. So, we’re gonna make the most of it.” Kelly said with amused smile.
And they did. Girls nights, partying a little, spending afternoons at the pool and beach, some trips around the resort too. Two weeks went by like a click, when they stood at the airport waiting for Max’s private jet.
It was also first time after that weeks of freedom when Kelly gave her her phone back.
“It’s time to go back to reality and I know it’s gonna be hard, but we’re gonna do this. Don’t get those things get to your head. You’re you and you’re the most amazing human in this world.” Kelly reassured her.
She turned on the phone with her stomach churning. Millions of notifications of messages, emails and tags. In the tons of photos at the socials she noticed that one photo, that George posted. She felt like she’s gonna throw up. All the sickness was back, the pain in her chest too.
“Mi amore. Love you to the moon and back.”
George and his new girlfriend. She was so pretty, like a doll. And god, how he was glowing.
As they boarded the plane, Kelly noticed the turn in the her mood as she slipped her phone to her bag.
“I guess you found out, don’t you?” Kelly asked with frown.
“Y-yeah. I don’t know what to say, it’s driving me insane. And he’s back at racing, he just… he’s a fucking liar.” She was at the rage stage.
“It’s gonna be okay. We‘ll manage.”
———
And it was true. Kelly managed to get a people to pack her things out of their shared apartment with George, the first day they went on that vacation. She didn’t want to stay in Monaco, she wanted to go back home to London, where her flat was for rent. She was lucky that it was free in the moment.
Getting from the Heathrow airport was like a blur, feeling all the nostalgia from the surroundings and memories of her past life were everywhere. But it didn’t hurt as much as when she finally unlocked the door to her apartment, getting in the known scent and looking over the boxes there and there. All her life packed like it meant nothing. She was in no mood to start unpacking, because she was afraid to untangle the suppressed emotions. It was a job for her in the next months.
———
It was like six months after the called off wedding. She shut down her socials, getting herself a fresh start with private profiles with a few people following on them. Her main public profile was still up, she didn’t post any new photos, the last post there was a photo of her tasting the sweet cake for wedding with caption wedding vibes #therussells.
She turned her attention to the direction of self love, reconnecting with her old friends in London and little bit of vacations and mainly work. Her going to the Monaco was absolute no go, so when someone from her grid friends wanted to see her, they needed to visit. But they were more than glad. Nobody talked about George, it was her strict rule number one. She practically erased him from her life and mind.
Life just has a strange ways to make things a little crazy.
Sunny morning in London, she went to the café for her morning coffee. She liked to try new places. As she was on the phone working already, she ordered a waited for the cup of hot love.
George sat in the corner of this café, looking through the newspaper like a classic English gentleman. His life turned upside down for the last six months. He was now reminiscing all the things he had done and how he hurt people around him. Brushing another feeling of shame off of him, he looked up from newspaper and his eyes found her standing at the order counter. It was like some nasty dream, ripping his heart apart for another time. She stood there, talking over phone, smiling with her classy appearance. Thinking about the way he wanted to approach her, he tried not to look suspicious. He was the one, who made her life hell, betrayed her the worst.
She slid her phone to her purse, got her coffee and turned around to get out of the café, when she spotted George already staring at her. She was so taken aback by seeing him, that she bumped into the glass door. Hard. Feeling her head spinning and the blood running from her nose, coffee was everywhere on her skirt. People around her was at her immediately, helping her, but she was in some kind of trance.
“Excuse me, please. I need to get to her. Hey, are you okay?” George got through the crowd to her, his protective persona on, getting his white napkin to wipe her bloody nose.
“I-I’m not…” she said still in shock.
“I’m going to take you to the hospital, you may have broken nose.” George frowned in guilt because his presence caused this.
She only nodded, there was no place for denying it. George gave her reassuring squeeze to her shoulder and guided her to his car, which was parked outside on the street. Feeling his hand on her back and on her arm felt strange.
Ride to the hospital was quiet. She held the napkin at her nose, blood was slowly stopping pouring, and she was staring in front of herself, still processing what just happened. She felt her anger rising in her, how dare he shows in her life now, when she’s been on the good way of healing her wounds.
“Why are you here?” She mumbled slightly wincing in pain.
“There’s race in Silverstone this weekend.” He said taking the last turn to parking lot at the hospital. As he stopped the car, she put all her strength to get out from the car without his help.
“You can go, I’m gonna take care of myself.” She took quick steps towards the hospital.
“Wait! I’m not gonna let you handle this alone. I caused this, so let me take care of it.” He ran after her, softly grabbing her arm.
“At least please just don’t touch me, George.” She got out of his grasp still walking.
They were waiting for doctor to see her, while George wrote down the application for her. He stopped at the column about family status. Flagging it as married, he hoped that he would get access to information about her condition. She just signed it off not caring about anything. Her phone rang, it was Kelly. Oh god, they were supposed to meet today.
“Hi, Kells. I really can’t talk right now.” She tried to talk coherently but her lips started to get swollen from the crashing to the door.
“You sound weird, are you okay?” Kelly asked in concern.
“Yeah, I just bumped into the door at the café, hard, that I might have broken nose. I’m currently at the hospital.” She sniffled a little blood.
“What?! I’m getting there, we’re already in London!”
“No, no! Actually I’m not here alone.” She looked up at George.
“You’re full of surprises, girl. Is that the new man, you’re seeing?”
“No, it’s not him. It’s George.”
George was listening to her conversation and pinpointed the word him. Is she seeing someone new? Is she in love with him?
“Holy shit, what the fuck?!”
“Calm down, K. I can’t talk right now, all you need to know, that I’m okay. I’m gonna text you, bye.”
She sighed putting her phone to her purse.
The awkward silence between them lasted for a while.
“Is there- are you-“ he started to ask but it came out as a blurt.
“I’m not seeing anyone, if that’s what you want to ask. I’m just tired of questions if I’m still single, so I said to my friends that I’m working on my dating life. So no. I can’t love anyone after what you’ve done to me and you have this sick luck of hurting me still.” She said with sad sigh.
“I’m sorry.” He said plainly.
That was words she wanted to hear from him all this time. She met his gaze full of guilt.
“I’m so so sorry. I was just stupid and foolish, I really didn’t care about things I had around me, in my life. I was so ungrateful. And I hurt the most precious thing in my life. You. No words can mend the wounds I caused. I just want to make it up to you, so bad.” His eyes was glistening with tears as he talked sincerely.
She processed all the words he just said. Her heart broke again, but now for him. For the way how he talked, how he was honest. After that months of silence between them and his lies from the last conversation they had together.
“I forgave you. A while ago. I just didn’t understand those lies you told me. About you taking a break from everything we shared together, that it drowned you. And then I saw that post on the socials, you back at track with her.”
George felt pang in his chest, he was deeply ashamed of his actions. Before he could say anything else, nurse peeked from the doctors office calling her inside. She stood up and George assisted her.
“You’re her husband right? You can come inside too.” Nurse politely smiled.
She wanted to protest but George interrupted her. “Yeah, I am. Thank you.”
After getting some scans and check up, doctor said, that she doesn’t have broken nose, just little bruised and that in few days the swelling would be gone same as bleeding.
George took her to her apartment, helping her with everything she needed. Sitting on the couch with cup of coffee in her hands, he was in process of putting the cream on the bruise on her nose. She sat still her eyes closed. He took in her features, how she was still herself. The same woman he loved, and still loves.
“You’re supposed to be with her, not with your ex fiancée.” She said while opening her eyes to look at him.
“I’m not with her for some time now. As much as it was mesmerising, it wasn’t it. I had time to think about my mistakes. I was the number one asshole.”
“You were, that’s for sure. I was so mad at you, angry and pissed off. You just threw our lives we built together out of the window. We could’ve talk about that, I would understand anything. But not that huge heartbreak you put me through. I had a surprise honeymoon booked for you. And I went on it with Kelly, because it cost really so much money…” her eyes were filled with tears as she relived the memories of pain.
George looked down in shame, he was pained by his actions towards her. She truly loved him, deeply, she was always so caring and he was… him.
“I’m sorry. I should’ve talk to you more, not just tear you from me and destroy our life.”
Their conversation was interrupted by doorbell.
“That’s most likely Kelly and Max.” Grace said. George retreated from her as she stood up to get to the door. As she opened, Kelly hugged her immediately and Max looked through the space for George with mad look.
“How are you, love?” Kelly looked at her nose with frown.
“I’m good, Kells, really. George took care of me.” She softly smiled.
“Really? No doubt that he did.” Max looked with narrowed look at George, who stood in the doorframe to living room.
“I’m on my way out, I see that she’s in good hands.” George said plainly.
“In the best hands.” Kelly said with not amused look.
She sighed tired from all the tension.
“Take care.” George kissed her forehead lightly as he brushed off around them.
All three of them were looking at his figure until he disappeared in the elevator.
“How- what the actual fuck?” Kelly asked looking at her flushed face.
“Kells, please.” Max groaned at the word fuck.
She took them inside as she prepared some coffee for them.
“How was your flight?” She asked casually.
The duo looked at her in disbelief. “You just had your ex in your home and you’re asking us about flight?”
“Yeah and yeah?”
“Tell us everything!”
She sat in front of them in the armchair. “I was at the café this morning, you know, I like to try new places and he just happened to be there. I spotted him and I was so in shock, that I crashed to the glass door. He got me to the hospital, took care of everything. And he apologised for everything he put me through. He said that he was number one asshole.”
Max snorted as Kelly looked over him with stern look.
“And then you came and that’s it.”
“He kissed you. You’re okay with that?” Kelly asked sipping on her coffee.
“Why not?”
“Because he practically left you at the altar?”
“Oh that. I nearly forgot about that.” She gave her an sarcastic smile.
“You’re falling for his lies again.”
“No, I’m not. We just talked, he was nice. I deserved to know, what was on his mind and behind his actions. I can move on now.”
“Can you?”
The question was hanging in the space. She was sure, to this day, that she wouldn’t even lay her eyes on him. But it was all nice and she felt loved again. All the wrong things.
“Can you?” Kelly asked again.
“Fine! I don’t know!” She rolled her eyes.
“You’re unbelievable. He broke your heart, you were a mess. And now he’s messing with you again.”
“I know, I know all that. And I’m grateful for the care you have for me. But… it’s complicated.”
“It’s not. You love him.” Max interrupted them. Kelly gave him another look of disbelief.
“I’m not sure, I don’t know. I’m not ready for anything but it feels so close to home.”
“Jeez… just be careful. Anyway, it’s perfect timing really, because we wanted to get you to spent a weekend at Silverstone with us.” Kelly said with sour face, now her idea sounding not so perfect.
“I need to think about it. And I don’t know how this thing will turn out to appear.” She pointed to her bruised nose.
“You know the power of makeup, dear.” Kelly rolled her eyes.
“As much as I like you here with me I need some space right now.” She said with sigh.
“Just think about it and give me a call and we’ll manage it. You could use some fun around old friends.” Kelly said while she hugged her.
Max gave her reassuring smile as they walked into the elevator.
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She took a shower as she thought about George. How his fingertips felt against her skin, his scent calming her down, how he looked at her with care and love, he was completely different. He looked like he was ready to die for her.
Then there was the other side. How she felt humiliated when he left her at the restaurant in Monaco with smile, ready for his new life.
How the ring on her left hand was somehow heavy.
Thoughts there and there, she needed to be honest with herself.
She loved him. Still. And truly. Even after all of this.
As she laid in bed scrolling through her phone, she got a call from unknown number.
“I have a package for you, is this Ms. L/N ?”
“Yes, that’s me.”
She went down to receive the mystery package. Back at the apartment, she opened it. There was VIP and paddock pass with her name, also she spotted a sticky note with handwriting.
“Just in case you want to have fun on the weekend. GR”
Her heart skipped a beat as she read those words. Snapping a photo of it she sent it to Kelly with comment I think the plans are clear for the weekend. Kelly answered with crazy emojis and comment I can’t wait.
She decided not to tell George that she’s actually coming, because he deserved a little silent treatment. He’s gonna need to win her heart back.
As the Saturday approached, she was already on her way to the paddock gates. The first she spotted her was Lando.
“Oh my god! Am I dreaming?” He nearly shouted as he hugged her tight.
She giggled happily. “No, this is real.”
Greeting with others went well as she arrived at the Mercedes hospitality, her stomach churning and turning in nervous way, reliving all the memories she had there. She got to chat with some people, which were surprised that she’s there. Nobody had the courage to ask her, why she’s there and she was glad.
Grabbing some coffee she stood outside on the little terrace looking at the Silverstone track. It was like coming back to home.
“You came.” The voice said behind her causing her to turn around. There stood George, wearing his Mercedes shirt and white pants along with kind smile.
“I thought that you not being sure if I’d come, would be a good treatment for you.” She sipped her coffee with a little smile.
“I absolutely deserve that.” He said coming to her side.
“I’m sorry about yesterday. Kelly and Max were there for me for all that shit you put me through. They’re worried.”
“I understand that. They’re really good friends. I’m grateful that they helped you through tough times.”
“I thought I’d never see this again.” She looked over the track.
“I thought I’d never see you here again.”
“I don’t want to poke in that hurtful things from past anymore. If anything, I want things from fresh start.”
“Again, I’m sorry. And I understand.”
“You know, it’s not like winning race to win my heart.”
“I’d likely do both.”
“We’ll see.”
She chuckled as she was enjoying messing with him.
“Good luck.” She smiled softly giving his arm a little squeeze as she walked out to find Kelly.
———
George got the pole position and she couldn’t be more proud. She fought that huge smile on her face as she noticed, how Kelly was watching her. Max took a second place.
She leaned against the frame of the entrance to the Mercedes garage, where George celebrated with everybody around him. Then he noticed her standing there and smiling proudly. Immediately he walked towards her getting her into his tight embrace while she giggled.
“You’re incredible, George.” She said laughing.
“You’re my lucky charm.” He said as he placed kiss to her hair. His embrace was warm and soft. All she missed that long.
“Please, just don’t let me go.” She whispered to his chest.
“I’m not gonna make that mistake ever again.”
#george russell x reader#george russell#george russell 63#gr63 x reader#gr63#gr63 x you#f1 x female reader#f1 x reader#f1 fic#f1 fanfic#f1 imagine#george russel imagine#formula 1
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More ATLA/LOK Incorrect quotes
GN reader, unless stated otherwise
Bolin, propping his feet on the table: So, I heard you like bad boys?
Y/n: What? No.
Bolin, taking his feet off the table: Oh thank God, that felt terrible.
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Lin: Whats this?
Y/n, hugging her: Affection.
Lin: Disgusting.
Lin:…
Lin: Do it again.
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Bolin: Wow, your legs look amazing in those pants!
Y/n: You should see me without them.
Bolin: Without.. legs?
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Sokka: What did you make for Y/n?
Zuko, staring at the burnt food: Regret.
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Korra, holding kettle: Coffee or tea?
Y/n: Tea.
Korra: Wrong! Its coffee.
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Bolin, talking about y/n: My crush isn’t picking up on any of my hints.
Mako: What hints have you given them?
Bolin: I think about them.. a lot.
Bolin: And sometimes I think about talking to them.
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Y/n: Mako?
Mako: What?
Y/n: Are you asleep?
Mako: Who the fuck did you think said ‘what’?
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Y/n, waking up: Am I dead?
[Sees Asami next to them]
Y/n: Is this heaven?
Korra, bangs on door: Open up, fuckers its me Korra
Y/n, tearing up: I always knew I’d end up in hell.
-
Lin: Having trouble figuring out who knows Korra the best?
Asami: Its me!
Bolin: Its me!
Mako: Its me!
Y/n:..
Y/n: It’s probably not me.
-
Y/n: Time for plan G.
Mako: Wait- don’t you mean plan B?
Y/n: No we did plan B a long time ago. I had to skip over C because of some technical difficulties.
Asami: What about plan D?
Y/n: Plan D was that desperate disguise attempt half an hour ago.
Bolin: And plan E?
Y/n: Im hoping not to use it, I die in plan E.
Korra: I like plan E.
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Y/n: What the fuck? People actually tell their crushes they like them?
Mako: Well, what do you do?
Y/n: I die? Pfft- What kinda question..
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Y/n: A mosquito tried to bite me and I slapped it and it died.
Y/n: Then I started thinking. It was just trying to get food.
Y/n: Like, what if I went to the fridge to get something to eat and it slammed the door on me and broke my neck?
Y/n: Howw would I feel?
Mako: Are you ok?
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Bolin: What does ‘take out’ mean?
Mako: Food.
Asami: Dating.
Korra: Murder.
Y/n: IT COULD MEAN ALL THREE IF YOURE NOT A FUCKING COWARD!
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Korra: You’re a little obsessed with yourself aren’t you?
Y/n: Well if im not who else is gonna be?
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[Y/n, throws bread at turtleducks]
Y/n: Do not forget this act of altruism. If I am ever in trouble, I expect you and your brethren to come to my aid. Do not forget.
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Y/n: You’re the love of my life, I’d do anything for you.
Asami: I want you to take care of yourself and get enough sleep.
Y/n: Absolutely not.
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Asami: My boyfriend is too tall to kiss, what should I do?
Korra: Punch him in the gut, then when he leans down kiss him.
Bolin: Tackle him
Y/n: Dump him, be with me.
Lin, passing by: Kick him in the shin.
Mako: Please don’t do any of those.
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[Korra, sneaks into house at 2 am]
Mako, turns in swivel chair: Care to explain where you were?
Korra: Uhh.. I was out with Y/n.
Y/n, also turns around in another swivel chair: Care to- [chair wont stop turning] Mako- I cant stop the chair-
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Bolin, after making Y/n mad: You wont hit me, I have witnesses.
Y/n: Mako. Asami. Turn around.
[Both Mako and Asmai turn around]
Bolin, scared: M-Mako? Asami?
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Y/n: So whats Zukos type?
Sokka: Y/c eyes, kind, oblivious, good sense of humour, turtleduck lover.
Y/n: Damn, sounds kind of like me. Too bad we’re just friends though.
Sokka: Did I mention oblivious?
Y/n: Yeah why?
Sokka: Just making sure.
#lok#atla#lgbt#atla x reader#asami x reader#zuko x reader#bolin x reader#x reader#mako x reader#korra x reader
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The people yearn for part 2 of the powder fic😭💖
She Can Try pt. 2 | Grown up!Powder x fem!reader
Pairings: Powder x reader (romantic), Powder x Vi (sisters), Vi x reader (dead lover), Virelyn x reader (strangers), Virelyn x Powder (strangers), Vander x Powder (family), Vander x reader (platonic)
Type of fic: Angst, Comfort
Warnings: Death mentioned, mouring, pretending
Part 1: here
Part 3: here
Summary: After Vi died you tried to move on, but no matter how much you tried she still lingered there in the back of your mind, while Powder has been quietly suffering for 10 years of silently loving you.
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Powder had never thought of herself as a good actress. Her emotions were often written plainly on her face, her thoughts tumbling out faster than she could organize them. But over the last few days, she had tried to play a role—Vi’s role.
It was clumsy at first. Powder wasn’t naturally brash or commanding like her sister, and mimicking Vi’s confidence felt like putting on a jacket two sizes too big. Still, she thought it was worth it if it meant you might look at her the way you used to look at Vi.
But it wasn’t sustainable, and deep down, she knew it.
The two of you sat at a corner table in the Last Drop, the bar quiet except for the occasional clinking of glasses and murmured conversations. Powder leaned back in her chair, trying to seem more relaxed than she actually was, while you stirred your drink absentmindedly.
“You’ve been… different lately,” you said, your tone light but curious.
Powder froze for a moment, her heart skipping a beat. “Different how?”
You glanced at her, a small smile playing on your lips. “I don’t know. You’re acting more-.”
But before you could press further, a waitress approached your table. She was bright, cheerful, and entirely unbothered by the somber air that sometimes hung around the bar.
“Anything I can get you?” she asked, her tone warm and inviting.
Powder was about to politely decline when she noticed the way you stiffened, your eyes fixed on the waitress. Powder followed your gaze, her stomach sinking as she realized why.
The waitress looked eerily like Vi—her younger self, back when the two of you were together.
“No, we’re good,” Powder said quickly, hoping to shoo her away.
The waitress smiled and nodded, but as she walked away, someone called out to her from across the bar: “Vi, grab me another round!”
The name hit you like a punch to the gut.
You pushed your chair back abruptly, muttering a quick excuse before leaving the table. Powder watched you go, her chest tightening with worry and guilt.
Behind the bar, Vander caught her eye and shook his head subtly, as if to say, Give her space. Powder hesitated, then reluctantly stayed in her seat.
Later that evening, Powder asked around and learned that the waitress’s full name was Virelyn, and “Vi” was just a nickname. It was a small relief—this wasn’t some cruel joke or cosmic irony—but it didn’t change the fact that you were hurting.
When Powder finally made her way back to her workshop, the door was slightly ajar. Her heart leapt in alarm as she quickly stepped inside, scanning the room for any sign of an intruder.
She descended the stairs cautiously, her unease growing as she noticed the faint glow of candles near Vi’s memorial.
There you were, sitting cross-legged in front of it, staring at the photo and the carefully arranged mementos. The sight made Powder’s chest ache.
She approached slowly, not wanting to startle you, and sat down beside you without saying a word.
For a while, the two of you just sat there in silence. Powder didn’t know what to say, and you seemed lost in thought, your gaze fixed on the memorial.
Eventually, she glanced over and noticed the way your shoulders had started to slump, your breathing uneven. You were sinking, caught in the weight of old memories and unresolved grief.
Without thinking, Powder reached out and wrapped an arm around you in a gentle, tentative side hug.
You closed your eyes, leaning into the embrace. Powder knew what you were doing—pretending it was Vi holding you, just like you always did when you let her comfort you like this.
But then, something shifted.
Your eyes fluttered open, and instead of closing them again to continue the illusion, you looked up at Powder.
It wasn’t a romantic look or even a hopeful one—it was raw, vulnerable, and quietly searching. Powder’s breath caught in her throat, startled by the sudden shift in your gaze.
For a brief moment, it felt like you were seeing her—not as a shadow of Vi, but as herself.
Powder’s heart ached with the weight of it. She wanted to be more for you, to fill the emptiness that Vi’s absence had left behind, but she also knew she couldn’t force it.
So, instead of saying anything, she just held you a little tighter, resting her chin gently against the top of your head.
#imagine#powder#powder x reader#powder x you#alternate universe#alternative universe#alternative universe powder#arcane x reader#powder season 2#arcane season 2#part 2#wlw?
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The Lonely Souls Club 8

Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as stalking, loneliness, noncon, and possible untagged elements. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.
This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.
Summary: Two lost souls cross, but not all those are lost, want to be found.
Characters: Bucky Barnes
Note: told you i had the itch.
As per usual, I humbly request your thoughts! Reblogs are always appreciated and welcomed, not only do I see them easier but it lets other people see my work. I will do my best to answer all I can. I’m trying to get better at keeping up so thanks everyone for staying with me.
Your feedback will help in this and future works (and WiPs, I haven’t forgotten those!)
I love you all immensely. Take care. 💖
Bucky
He lifts her with one arm. His real arm. She fits it perfectly. He carries her to the bed, feeling her rattle with barely restrained sobs. He lays her down and she yelps, her hand brushing his chest as she reaches to her hip.
“I’m sorry, I hurt you,” he hovers over her, his heart pumping hotly.
“No, no,” she groans and writhes in agony, “no, it’s... me. It always... hurts.”
He frowns. He feels that pain. They may have fixed him but there’s still pain. He can take a punch, even from a train on a track, but he still feels all of it. Most of all, he feels what’s missing. The part of him that isn’t there.
“Can I get you anything?” He asks. “Do you need to eat? Water?”
“Please, just leave me,” she begs and hugs a pillow, “please, I don’t want you to see me like this.”
“Doll,” the word slips from his lips, it tastes like sugar, but he can’t help but choke. He inhales and lets it out slowly, “I can’t leave you alone. It’s my job to help those in need. You need me.”
She looks at him and it’s like he’s been hit right in the gut. She’s beautiful. Her face is streaked with tears, her hair unkempt, and her eyes gleam with pain, but to him, she’s immaculate.
“Why?” She asks. “How... how did you find me?”
He’s struck again. He falters just a little bit. He thinks of telling her the truth. Of telling her everything. He can’t. If he does, she’ll be afraid. He couldn’t take that. He couldn’t handle her looking at him like everyone else does.
“Sometimes we just find who we’re meant to,” he says and believes it.
She sniffles and squeezes the pillow tighter. She rests her cheek against the top and stares off at the wall. He knows even talking is too much for her right now.
He goes to the door and picks up his arm. He looks down at the black and gold vibranium as he pulls shut the inner door, the outer one is broken. He lays his prosthetic on the corner of the bed, out of her way, and pauses to feel the thin mattress. He puts pressure on it and the frame creaks. Not good enough.
He stands straight and goes into the kitchen. The counter is cleared. He opens the cupboard and sees it all. She calls his name but he ignores her. Why was she so upset? It’s more than just her hip. He pulls out the box of macaroni. Inside, the packet of cheese is divided into three separate baggies, the noodles too.
He squints and puts it back. He takes out the oats and the rice. It’s all the same. It’s all portioned down but not nearly enough to sate. She’s rationing. He sets the boxes back and grabs the sugar dish. It’s empty. The box of green tea has only three packets left. Tea is an appetite suppressant; she’s gone through it so fast, he can guess why.
His heart drops. He ate more than this in the 30s. A mayo sandwich was much more appetizing than a quarter packets of quick oats. He looks around and nears the fridge.
“Bucky, please, don’t,” she calls to him. He stops. There’s a piece of paper under the magnet.
‘After review, your government allowance has been recalculated...’
He swipes the paper from under the magnet and reads it. They took more than a quarter of her usual stipend. How could they do that? He saw her shopping cart, he’s seen how she eats, how she lives. Why would they do this to her?
He wants to tear it up but he knows that won’t change anything. She continues to groan on the fold out bed, the frame squeaking with her sobs. He peers over at the bathroom door. He doesn’t need to look inside at the grimy shower barely big enough for her.
None of this is good enough for her. She’s all alone here. And now they’re trying to starve her out. That’s what they do. If you’re not useful, they abandon you.
Fuck that.
He marches around the couch and searches around. He grabs an empty tote hanging by the door and goes to the little plastic drawers. He reaches inside and stuffs as much into the bag as he can. She babbles his name. She sits up, watching him.
“What are you doing?”
He doesn’t answer. He can’t. He’s so fucking angry, he might scream and he doesn’t want to frighten her. He strides across the basement apartment and into the bathroom. He grabs her toothbrush, her brush, whatever he can. He opens the cabinet and finds the pill bottles. Two tablets. The rest are empty.
He comes back out and takes his arm off the worn mattress. He snaps it in place and throws a blanket over her. She whimpers as she gapes at him. He hooks the bag over his shoulder and scoops her up, keeping the blanket snug around her.
“Wait, Bucky, what’s happening?” She whines.
“You can’t stay here,” he says as he feels around until he finds the top of her cane. He grips it and turns it in his grip, angling it with him as he moves around the couch.
“No, what—where are you taking me?”
“You deserve better.”
“Please, Bucky,” she murmurs, “I...”
“I don’t judge you, doll,” he goes to the door and works around her to open it, “I judge those bastards.”
“What do you mean?”
“I lost my god—my arm for those people. I went to war. I went through hell,” he growls as he stomps out, stopping short as he sees the motorcycle parked outside. Shit. She can’t ride that. “But they gave me a new arm, they gave me a new life, but what did they do for you?”
She gulps and he hears her heart pick up. She’s embarrassed. She shouldn’t be.
“I told you, I help those who need me,” he takes her down the alleyway. “It’s okay to need people.”
He comes out to pavement and looks up and down the street. He’ll get a cab. That’s the easiest way. He’d walk but she needs to lay down. She needs a hot bath and a proper bed. She’s suffered enough.
Reader
Bucky waves the cane from under you and finally hails a cab. He approaches with you in his arms and you keep your head down. You feel like everyone’s staring. That’s what they do when he’s around.
He gets you in the back seat and rearranges you with the bag and your cane. There’s a tick in his jaw that worries you. You’ve seen that in men before. You’re distracted from the reminder as your hip pangs again.
You shakily buckle your seat belt as the driver shifts into gear and joins the slow stream of New York traffic. Bucky sits slightly forward, the seat belt straining on his chest, watching through the windshield impatiently. His fingertips tap together as his lips move noiselessly.
“Bucky,” you say his name.
He looks over at you and the tension drains from his jaw, “hey, doll, sorry I... I’m just thinking. You need something?”
“Where are we going?” You ask again.
He tilts his head, his brows lowering, “home.”
“Your place?” You ask as you shift and rub your hip.
He nods, “yeah, my place.”
“Oh.”
“Oh?” He echoes.
“Why?”
He looks away and his cheeks tug down, “I saw the letter. The food. You... you can’t live like that.”
“But--”
“I told you,” he grits. “No more arguing. You need to relax. If you keep tensing up, you’re only gonna make it worse.”
He’s right. You sniff and try to ease your muscles. The slow crawl of traffic has you jerking with the driver’s brakes. Bucky warns him to take it easy.
When at last you reach your destination, he pays and tips the driver. He gets you to the edge of the seat, taking the bag and cane too. You wave him off and grab the cane. He lets you have it and you stand. You stumble and grab onto him with your other hand to get up on the curb.
Your gait is stunted, more than usual as each step sends a ripple through your hip. You look up at the walk-up and stop at the bottom of the steep stairs. You stare at them, defeated.
“I’ll get you up,” he says.
You hang your head, “it’s just gonna be one thing after another. Can’t do this, can’t do that... take me home.”
He ignores you and wraps his arm around your back. He urges you onward, supporting most of your weight as you climb. You get to the top and he punches in a code on a keypad beneath the door handle. It opens and he angles you inside.
It’s a nice place. A townhouse. The kind you could never afford. The walls have that vintage brick look and the floors are real hardwood. The front room is plaster painted in sky blue and the trim matches the floors. It’s all so much nicer than your life. You feel even less welcome.
“Come on, I’ll take you upstairs,” he says as he finishes unlacing his boots. You have only your socks on.
“Upstairs?” You repeat.
“Bathtub is up there,” he says. He stands and puts his arms out, “can I?”
You look away and nod. You can’t do any more stairs. He lifts you carefully and you rest the can over you. He carries you up the stairs and down the hall. You weigh nothing in his arms.
“The room next to this, that’s mine. I’ll change the bedding, put your bag in there.”
“What?”
“Yeah, I—I don’t sleep in there. I don’t really sleep at all,” he takes you into the bathroom and sits you carefully on the toilet seat. “It’s not too far. If you need anything, say my name.” He stands up and puts his hands on my hips, “you don’t even gotta yell. I can hear through the walls.”
You look up at him. How could you forget how special he is. He has that serum in him.
“Okay.”
He looks over at the tub and chews his lip, “you... you good?”
“I can manage,” you realise he’s asking if you need help.
“Well, when you get out, don’t hesitate to call for help.”
“I’ll be alright.”
“You know,” he begins abruptly, even before you finish the last syllable, “I don’t think any of what you think I do. You’re not weak. You remind me of the strongest person I know, you might’ve heard of him,” he scoffs, “Steve Rogers. Not Cap, Steven Grant Rogers. Skinny kid I grew up with in Brooklyn. Weighed as much as a piece of hay. He didn’t need the serum. He was strong. Like you.”
You want to laugh. You put your head down and sigh, “that’s nice--”
“I’m not lying to you. I wouldn’t lie to you,” he says.
You feel more tears tingling. You rub your cheek and glance over at the tub. The thought of a bath and is intoxicating. Just a little relief.
“Thank you, Bucky,” you say, “you really didn’t have to do all this.”
“I did,” he insists, “someone shoulda done it sooner but the world ain’t what it used to be. Neighbours aren’t your neighbours.”
“It’s not... It’s my problem--”
“It’s not a problem,” he says. “I’ll bring in a fresh towel before you hop in.”
#bucky barnes#dark buck barnes#dark!bucky barnes#bucky barnes x reader#series#fic#the lonely souls club#marvel#mcu#avengers#falcon and the winter soldier#captain america#dark fic#dark!fic
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PJO PRIDE HEADCANONS PT 2
• Castor was pansexual while Pollux is on the aro spec (demiromantic). Whenever Castor had a crush, Pollux would insist his twin could do better, or that they were "okay."
• Holly and Laurel compete in everything and if they ever end up crushing on the same person, it will also be a competition. Whoever can give them the best flowers, best date, etc. Essentially who can win the person's heart.
• If they crush on different people, the competition changes to who took their partner out on a better date.
• Nyssa is sapphic or unlabeled, probably just content with her work though she can point out a cute girl when she sees one.
• Chris Rodriguez is a bisexual, ambiamorous icon. (Ambiamorous is having more than 1 partner only if the person you're dating is okay with it. You don't mind not having more than one partner.)
• ^ Chris, Beckendorf, Silena, & Clarisse were definitely a polycule and when Silena and Beckendorf died, Chris & Clarisse got a tattoo with all 4 of their initials inside of a heart on their chests. (Clarisse won't ever say anything about it or admit to it.)
• Everyone thinks that because Butch is an Iris kid, he has to be LGBTQ+, but in reality he is just their biggest ally. He thinks the LGBTQ+ campers are extremely brave and admires them.
• But there's also trans Butch which I've started to like a lot
• Most campers think Connor is bisexual, but he's actually demi. He just likes to confuse them even more because he only hangs up the MLM flag.
• Connor tried to ask Malcolm out through a prank, because that's how Travis asked Katie out and it worked for them.
• Travis and Katie are Bi4Bi
• Clovis isn't labeled, so many (young) campers just think he's hetero. He's not awake long enough to care.
Warning: Leeluke below, don't like, don't look 👍
• Lee was the one to ask Luke out after 3 months of them flirting
• Luke fell first, but Lee fell harder
• Lee was pansexual, Luke was bisexual
• Luke always had his arm wrapped around Lee's waist or shoulder because Lee had so many people crushing on him due to his nurturing nature.
• Luke's betrayal was like a punch to the gut to Lee because the boy didn't leave anything for him. Not a note, goodbye, nothing.
• Lee saw Luke one final time before his death in BotL. It was right before SoM.
• For the first time in years, Lee had gone home for the school year, and Luke showed up outside his school. Lee punched him in the face before hugging him. It was an entire show for the courtyard. They spent the day enjoying each other's company. At the end of it, Luke told him everything he planned on doing, and said when Kronos rose, he'd come back for Lee.
• When Luke entered Elysium, Lee refused to talk to him at all. So many of his younger siblings had entered and he was rightfully upset.
• It took them 8 months before they could even be in the same room, but Luke had changed for the better and if it wasn't doing things to Lee's unbeating heart.
• Lee fell first this time, or maybe he had never really stopped falling, and asked Luke out, asked for a second chance for them.
• Turns out, second chances are worth it sometimes. Michael's jaw dropped when he saw and ranted endlessly, but Lee was happy that Luke had changed in the end.
• "Ain't no way I DIED and you're out here FORGIVING HIM!!!" - Michael Yew
• "I LEFT MY BOYFRIEND, LEE!!!"
• "And you can wait for him, Michael."
• "Bitch."
#leeluke#except it lowkey became a ministory#and michael yew cameo#castor pjo#pollux pjo#holly pjo#laurel pjo#nyssa barrera#chris rodriguez#butch pjo#ruegard#connor stoll#tratie#clovis#lee fletcher#luke castellan#travis stoll#pjo#percy jackon and the olympians#headcanon
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Another continuation to my list of random thoughts and reactions to STH3
(Part 3🫠)
!spoilers ahead duh!
- NOOOOOOO TOM!!!! HE CANT BE DEAD!!! SHADOW DID NOT JUST KILL TOM (I was literally shaking AND oh was I on the brink of tears too aakdjsjsnjs)
- more parallels 😭


- omg the new suits looking like how they do in the games o yaaaaas
- uhm someone care to help eggman he looks like he’s having a seizure
- okay now I definitely feel bad for stone :(
- idk why but this part in the movie I could NOT stop rambling to myself about it
It was after the ambulance had driven away with tom and maddie
How Sonic was just filled with so much anger and hurt he was willing to break the promise he made with his team about not using the M.E
Knuckles ofc was fully against the idea as using the M.E could be too dangerous, especially using it for something like vengeance. Then also saying that Sonic is in no right to make any decisions esp in his emotional state
Because emotions (especially anger) can cloud your judgement. you’re not always thinking straight therefore leading to irrational decision making
And knuckles, always being known as the hothead, short tempered, sometimes leaping into battles with just fists and no brain. He of all people probably knows what happens when you make decisions based off your emotions
And iirc doesn’t the power of the Master Emerald (or the chaos emeralds) reflects (or is based of) the person’s heart? Having someone who is feeling a whole pile of negative emotions wield such power can have severe consequences (which I’m pretty sure has already been demonstrated)
But anyways Sonic couldn’t care at the moment, he was even fine with going solo if no one “had the guts” Hecc, he was even ready to throw hands with Knux just to win it over and I was like “oh shiz it’s gonna be STH2 all over again” cuz y’know they both got all charged up
But then Knuckles was reminded about the OTHER half of their promise…to trust each other, and he was going to make sure he kept that promise even if Sonic broke it on his end, even if Sonic chooses to go with what could be a very reckless choice. When knux swears a ✨sacred oath✨ he is bound to keep it regardless.
So he stands down and lets Sonic have his way
Idk did that not just scream maturity or character development to you?? Bc knux usually wouldn’t make a stretch like this esp with the M.E. Idk maybe I looked too far into it help
(Also I’m not in any way condemning Sonic for being the way he was…poor guy has been thru a lot from dealing with another hedgehog, to 2 eggmen, GUN, and now his “dying” father. He has every right to be pissed)
- oh is it who I think it is-
- OH MY GOSH WADE HAHAHAHA YESSSSS THE NEW FEARSOME GUARDIAN OF THE MASTER EMERALD ALL QUIVER BEFORE HIM
- BUDDY YOU DIDNT EVEN LOOK LIKE YOU TRIED-
- NAAAAA NO MORE SAD FLASHBACKS :(
- OH STUFF’S ABOUT TO GET REAL
- SUPER SHADOW ENTERED THE CHAT!!!!
- SONIC JUST PUNCHING SHADOW ACROSS THE WORLD DAAAAYYUUUUMM BROS ON A WHOLE NEW LEVEL OF VIOLENCE
🎶Brazil, Morocco, London to Ibiza-🎶 (shh it’s totally accurate)
- I’m crying WHAT IS THIS SORCERY
- SONIC SHED A TEAR I REPEAT SONIC SHED A TEAR I SAW IT
- ahh yes beautiful trauma bonding
- OMG OKAY ITS HAPPENING EVERYBODY STAY CALM
- AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
- LIVE AND LEARRRRNNNNNN
- old people and insects…
- BANGER SCENE + BANGER SONG = PEAK CINEMA PT.2
- THEY DID THE THING!!!

- oop there goes eggman
- WAIT WHERE DID TAILS AND KNUCKLES COME FROM DID I MISS SOMETHING?
- lmfao Gerald gets his ass zapped by his grandson and then incinerated by pure chaos energy the karma is reallll but uhm rest in pepperonis ig
- THEY PISSED ON THE FREAKING MOOOOOOOON
- AAAAAHHHHH TAILS SEES HIS BIG BRO PLUMMETING TO HIS DOOM AND-

HES IN TEARS IM UNWELL
- YESSSS GO SAVE YOUR BUDDY!!!!
- sayonara Shadow the Hedgehog and Dr.Robotnik 🫡
- NOOOO TAILS LOSING CONSCIOUS YOU TRIED ITS OKAY
- YEEEAAAAHHHHH HERE COMES KNUCKLES TO SAVE BOTH HIS LIL BROTHERS!!!!! 💪💪💪
- TEAM HUG AWWWWW LETS GO
- DONUT LORD IS ALIIIIIVEEEE YESSSS
- MORE DOGGY TRANSLATIONS :D

yes ozzy u get all the loveeee
- YES WE GET THE REAL RACE THIS TIME TO TOP IT OFF
- I love this movie
- *proceeds to jam out to the credits*
- welcome to the SCU Amy 🩷 ALSO GURL UR SO PRETTY WOWZERS
- I need STH4 NOW
#sonic the hedgehog#sonic movie 3 spoilers#sonic movie 3#sonic movie#sth#sonic wachowski#miles tails prower#tails wachowski#knuckles the echidna#knuckles wachowski#shadow the hedgehog#movie shadow#movie sonic#movie tails#movie knuckles#tom wachowski#maddie wachowski#dr eggman#ivo robotnik#gerald robotnik#maria robotnik#amy rose#movie amy
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can u do a thing where the gang (separately) hurts the reader on accident like hitting them a bit to hard or pushing them by accident, and what they would do?


Summary: The Outsiders accidentally hurting you while playfighting
Warnings: small angst
Author's Note: none
PONYBOY CURTIS
Pony isn't that big on play fighting since he doesn't even enjoy real fighting and only does it because of the gang
However, if you get him happy enough he'll indulge in a little bit of play fighting, but it mostly consists of shoving
One time you two were play fighting on the couch, you sitting in front of him and he accidentally pushed you off and you hit your head.
He's immediately apologizing and helping you back up, getting you an ice pack and swaddling you in blankets.
JOHNNY CADE
Johnny also doesn't prefer play fighting but he'll do it once and a while because sometimes he gets cuteness aggression
He'll squeeze you and pick you up a bunch, that's how he play fights, but sometimes he gets harsh
He accidentally dropped you when he pick you up and you hurt your back. You were trying to hold back tears because it hurt so bad so you just laid there
He was so apologetic, helping you up, getting you tissues and apologizing over and over.
SODAPOP CURTIS
Sodapop is more into play fighting, he tries his best not to hurt you but he likes wrestling with you and throwing weak punches.
However once he punched you right in the gut, hard. And it knocked the wind out of you.
He didn't realize at first until you were coughing and gasping for air and he became so apologetic
He was rubbing your back, getting you water, doing everything to make you feel better.
STEVE RANDLE
Steve likes to play fight quite a bit, he finds it cute to do it with you, it usual consists of the same things as Soda.
Injuries while play fighting with Steve are common, since he doesn't gage how much you can take very well
One time he accidentally wrestled you to hard and pulled your muscle, you had to yell out to tell him to stop
He's so sorry and he's giving helping you with your sore muscle afterwards, he feels so apologetic if you complain about it being sore.
TWO-BIT MATHEWS
Two loooves to play fight, it's part of his love language and he tries to do it every single time he's alone with you
He likes wrestling with you and tickling you but he's really good at knowing when to stop.
When he once put you in a chokehold and held you a little longer than you expected you started to freak out, anxiously tapping and shoving at his arm.
Once he realized he immediately let's go, hugs you tightly to calm you down and apologizes profusely.
DARRY CURTIS
Darry rarely play fights with you, he knows you're not part of his gang and can't handle it like one of them can
He'll pick you up once and a while if you're being defiant but never anything more or anything harsh.
Once he picked you up to move you out of his way when he accidentally stressed your arm.
He stopped doing stuff after that because he cannot handle hurting you, even if you tell him it's ok it'll take a while to get him to come around.
DALLAS WINSTON
Dallas likes to play fight but hates when you call it play fighting or tell others that he likes it because he thinks it's childish.
He'll push you around, especially when he's "flirting" with you and throwing a few soft punches here or there.
If he hurts you, he won't take responsibility for it, he just says that you're weak and you need to get stronger
He won't apologize either, but he will get softer with you and even take you out for a smoke and a milkshake.
#shroomsroom#clara'sroom#the outsiders x reader#dallas winston x reader#dally winston x reader#johnny cade x reader#steve randle x reader#sodapop curtis x reader#darrel curtis x reader#darry curtis x reader#two bit mathews x reader#two bit matthews x reader#two bit x reader#ponyboy x reader#ponyboy curtis x reader#pony curtis x reader
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I MET MICHAEL SHEEN. 16/03/24, National Theatre
So, if you've read my post about booking tickets to see Michael, you know all about my what-ifs. But the day was finally here.
I arrived at the National Theatre, followed all the Nye signs and here's the Olivier Theatre. I made my sister buy me the show's programme, hoping I would be able to get it signed.
I find my seat, I'm not in the centre but the stage still feels very close and you can see everything (amphitheatres are always the best).
Lights out. The audience is in religious silence. Can't believe I'm actually here, this is happening.
[skip this part in smaller font, if you want to avoid spoilers] In the words of Staged, he really loses himself in his roles. First of all, it's great to hear him speak in a Welsh accent.
But then we also see him turning back into a child, and you can totally believe he's young and innocent again. His stutter feels so real, his struggle and sadness too. The entire ensamble is great during the classroom scene, where they all help Nye against their bullying teacher (using those big canes to make him look scary really works). Hearing young Nye confessing that at times he thinks he 'shouldn't exist' because of who he is was a gut punch; Michael's delivery of that whole part is incredible, in that moment he really becomes a little boy that allows himself to feel vulnerable and says something dark to a friend. The way he jumps while saying "I can visualise and enunciate!" made me wanna jump too, he was ready to give up and then he found the solution through books, it's the joy and relief you feel when you realise that there is another way and your life is not over.
Now, I've watched musicals all my life and let me tell you that man is meant to be in one. He opened his mouth and all I could see was someone that had been waiting a long time for the occasion to show his talent, truly showstopping. He was so free and happy and confident, singing and dancing spectacularly. I couldn't stop smiling and giggling, we all clapped.
It's clear he means every word he says, and when he points and shouts his political arguments at the audience, those who feel called out must be shaking; I thought 'This is how people in Ancient Greece must have felt everytime they went to the theatre'. His Nye is inspiring, passionate, someone you'd want to follow, he stands up for what he believes in and lets nothing get in his way.
We get to watch him flirt, on all fours, waggling his 'tail'; everytime we think we've seen all he's capable of, he does something like this and surprises us.
But most of all, we see him being scared, first of having to do something, and then of not being able to do enough for all of us. At one point everyone has requests for Nye and I was expecting him to shout "Heal yourselves!" like Jesus in JCS, it totally conveyed what it must have been like to be in his role at the time, overwhelmed with daunting responsibilities.
In general, I appreciated the fact that it wasn't a linear biography, they chose life moments that have universal situations everyone can relate too, like they do in bio-musicals. I loved the staging. The colour palette is so recognisable; the curtains and the beds are used in many different ways so everything is explored at its full potential.
He is on stage basically all the time for more than two hours (sometimes twice a day, can you imagine?). Also barefoot and in his pajamas from start to finish, he looks like a teddy bear you just want to hug and protect.
He bows, looks at Nye's achievements, then leaves the stage.
Standing ovation, applause. I go back to the theatre lobby, I was supposed to wait for my sister, but she's late. Meanwhile, a fan asks me how to get to the Stage Door. I start too fear that I'm going to miss my chance if I keep waiting inside, so I decide to go on my own. After no more than 5 minutes, he's outside with us. Forget Nye, I am living my fever dream. He has just finished his second show of the day and yet he's smiling and listening to each and every one, signing and taking pictures. I know many have said this, but he really is an angel.
My sister arrives, and as soon as I'm sure she has the camera ready, I make my way to him. The two girls next to me who were speaking to him needed a pen and I lent them my sharpie, so I got my chance to look generous in front of him.
And suddently it was my turn. This is as much as my scrambled mind allows me to remember: I tell him I'm Francesca and I'm from Italy, he asks me how long I am going to stay, I confess that I had arrived that morning and just to see him, that I would be leaving already the following morning. I can't even focus while he's signing my programme, I just want to find the right words. I manage to say how I enjoyed seeing his passion, all these different sides of him and how watching him sing and dance has been the highlight of my evening. We take a picture together, I feel his hand on my shoulder and I realise my arm is around the waist of this person I love. I had to thank him again, telling him that he only deserves good things and that we are so lucky to have him. He wishes me a safe trip home, and I melt. I leave and I can't stop trembling. On my way back to the hotel I hold on tight to my signed programme and the sharpie that was in his hands just moments earlier. Only later I will realise that he's also written 'Ciao!', 'love' and 'X', without me asking for it or anything! Seeing him act live was a big gift already, but what followed outside was beyond my dreams. I can't look at the photos without blushing, the way he looks at me in the video and then also strokes my arm for a moment, I mean pinch me now.
The more I think about it, the more I can't believe it happened.
I want to thank everyone that under my first post pushed me and encouraged me to see the pros of doing this, I share this beautiful moment of my life with all of you. <3
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tides of tension
Lando Norris x Amelie Dayman
Summary: Amelie returns to the F1 scene at the Bahrain Grand Prix, reigniting tensions with Lando after their tumultuous past
Wordcount: 1.1 k
Warnings: none
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March 1st, 2023 - Sakhir, Bahrain
Amelie had spent most of the afternoon by the pool at the Hilton, enjoying the rare slice of quiet her schedule rarely afforded her. The water had been warm under the desert sun, and for a few fleeting hours, it felt as if the chaos of her life could be left behind. But now, as she strolled through the hotel hallways with her damp towel draped over her shoulder and her phone in hand, she couldn’t shake the nagging feeling of tension in her chest. Bahrain hadn’t been her choice of destination—Stella had practically dragged her here to support Checo—but being here, so close to the F1 world, brought back memories she wasn’t ready to confront.
She reached the elevator and pressed the button, leaning casually against the wall as she scrolled through her phone. Her damp hair clung to her shoulders, and she could still feel the warmth of the sun on her skin. The ding of the elevator arriving snapped her out of her thoughts, and as the doors slid open, she froze.
Lando.
He was still in his McLaren team kit, the orange and black unmistakable, his bag slung over his shoulder, his hair disheveled from what she assumed had been a long day of testing. His eyes locked on her the second the doors opened, and for a moment, neither of them moved.
Lando’s heart stopped. Of all the places, of all the moments, it had to be now. Seeing her was like a punch to the gut. She looked exactly the same—beautiful, effortless, like she’d stepped straight out of one of his memories. Except this wasn’t a memory. She was here.
Before he could think, his feet moved on their own, carrying him toward the elevator. He slipped in just as she turned away, clearly trying to pretend she hadn’t noticed him.
—Amelie,— he breathed, her name barely audible over the sound of the elevator doors sliding shut.
She didn’t respond, her gaze fixed on the numbers above the door as the elevator began to ascend. The silence between them was suffocating. Lando opened his mouth to say something—anything—but before the words could escape, the elevator jolted to a stop, and the doors slid open again.
Pierre Gasly and Charles Leclerc stepped in, laughing about something that immediately silenced when they saw her.
—Amelie!— Pierre grinned, his eyes lighting up as he stepped forward to give her a quick hug. —What are you doing here? It’s been forever!—
Charles followed, his smile just as warm. —When did you get in? We didn’t even know you were coming.—
Amelie forced a smile, her eyes darting between the two of them. —Just yesterday,— she said, her voice light but tinged with something Lando could only describe as discomfort.
—You should’ve told us,— Pierre said, leaning against the wall of the elevator. —We could’ve planned something. Dinner maybe? It’s been too long since we’ve all caught up.—
—Yeah,— Charles chimed in. —We miss having you around. Feels like it’s been years.—
—It kind of has,— Amelie replied, her smile faltering.
The conversation continued, light and friendly on the surface, but the tension in the elevator was palpable. Lando stood silently in the corner, his jaw tight as he watched the interaction. They were talking to her like everything was fine, like there wasn’t a storm brewing beneath the surface.
—How’s Rodrigo?— Charles asked casually, his tone genuinely curious.
Amelie hesitated for a moment, her smile strained. —He’s good. Busy, but good.—
Lando’s stomach twisted at the mention of Rodrigo. He hated how easily the name rolled off her tongue, hated the way it reminded him of everything he’d lost.
—Good to hear,— Pierre said, oblivious to the tension. —You should bring him around sometime. Would be nice to meet the guy who managed to keep up with you.—
Amelie laughed softly, though it didn’t reach her eyes. —He’s been busy with soccer, but maybe someday,— she said, her voice measured, as if she were carefully choosing her words. She shifted her weight, clutching the towel draped over her shoulder a little tighter.
Lando clenched his jaw, his fingers curling into fists at his sides. The mention of Rodrigo, the casual way Pierre and Charles brought him into the conversation, made him feel like an outsider in a moment he shouldn’t even be part of. He couldn’t stop himself from glancing at her, hoping for a flicker of something—anything—that showed she wasn’t as unbothered as she seemed.
But she didn’t look at him. Not once.
—How’s your family?— Pierre asked, his voice full of genuine interest. —How’s Stella? I heard she’s expecting again.—
Amelie’s face softened at the mention of her sister, and for a moment, the tension seemed to ease. —She’s great, thanks. A bit stressed, but that’s just Stella being Stella. The baby’s due in a few months, so everyone’s excited.—
Lando stayed quiet, his eyes darting between Amelie and the two drivers. Every word she said felt like another reminder of how far away she was now, how much had changed. He wanted to say something, to break the easy rhythm of their conversation and make her look at him, but the lump in his throat wouldn’t budge.
Amelie shifted slightly, her gaze flickering to the elevator buttons. The light for Lando’s floor was lit, and they were getting closer. She glanced at him briefly then, her expression unreadable, but the quickness of the look didn’t escape Pierre.
—Lando, mate, you’ve been quiet,— Pierre said, his voice teasing as he turned to him. —Everything alright?—
Lando forced a smile, his heart pounding in his chest. —Yeah, just tired from testing. Long day.—
Pierre nodded, accepting the answer, but Charles raised an eyebrow, clearly not convinced. He glanced between Lando and Amelie, the tension not lost on him.
—So, Amelie,— Charles said, leaning against the wall. —You should come out with us one of these nights. It’s been too long since we’ve had a proper catch-up.—
Amelie hesitated for a moment, her fingers brushing against the strap of her bag. —Maybe. I’m not sure how long I’ll be here, though.—
—Come on,— Pierre urged, grinning. —You can’t come all the way to Bahrain and not spend time with us. Just one dinner. It’ll be fun.—
Amelie opened her mouth to respond, but the elevator dinged, cutting her off. The doors slid open, revealing Lando’s floor. He hesitated, his feet rooted to the ground. He didn’t want to leave, not yet, not when this might be the only chance he’d have to talk to her.
But before he could say anything, Pierre clapped him on the shoulder. —Isn’t this your floor, mate?—
Lando glanced at him, the question pulling him out of his thoughts. He nodded stiffly, stepping toward the doors. His gaze flickered to Amelie one last time, but she was already looking away, her expression distant.
—Yeah,— Lando muttered, his voice low.
He stepped out of the elevator, the doors sliding shut behind him with a soft thud. The moment they did, he let out a sharp breath, running a hand through his hair as he muttered under his breath, cursing Pierre and Charles for interrupting what could’ve been his only chance.
The sound of their laughter echoed faintly through the doors as the elevator continued its ascent, and Lando couldn’t shake the image of Amelie’s face, the way she hadn’t looked at him, the way she’d been so careful with her words.
It wasn’t just frustration he felt—it was a deep, aching sense of loss. Because for a moment, he’d been close to her again, close enough to speak, to bridge the gap that had grown between them.
But now, he was back to square one. And he hated it.
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Short White Knight: Sometimes, a hug can make your day better.
Jaune opens The Door. Its still 8pm but he feels like all weight of the world is on his shoulders. Work on Beacon today was harsh.
Jaune: Im home.
Weiss: Welcome home. *she comes from The bedroom, kissing Jaune in the cheek* How was work today?
Jaune: Tiring. *He puts his mallet beside The Sofa.* I feel so tired... This was a very bad day.
Weiss: How so?
Jaune: First someone tried to steal The mallet, then i had to deal with Cardin, and Yang accidentaly punched my guts and-
suddenly, Weiss hugs Jaune. He looks at her confused, until she says:
Weiss: Ruby always says a hug can make a day go better. *she looks at him* How do you feel?
Jaune: To be honest? *He hugs her back* i think i need more time like this.
Weiss Smiles, as Jaune lifts her from The ground, hugging her with need. They dont care about how many time they are like this. They just care about embracing and comforting eachother.

They just want to be happy.
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