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PAIRING: lando norris x fem love island contestant!reader SUMMARY: y/n makes a one-off comment about lando norris being her type in a confessional, and the internet rolls with it all the way to lando norris' twitch stream. A/N: just bc i love me some love island 😌

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yourusername alright guys, public voting is open! go, go, go!! make sure to vote for the person you want off your screens, so don't vote for y/n!!! tell your friends, family, everyone! we don't wanna see our girl go home anytime soon!! thanks u guys 🥰🥰

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username she's one of my favourite islanders🫶 stunning girl

landonorris so if we vote for her she comes OUT you say?👀

yourusername don't you dare🤣 username LMAOO LANDO U BETTER NOT SABOTAGE💀💀

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username I've voted babes! (not y/n of course)

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username I'm sry but I'm gonna have to vote for my girl y/n BUT HEAR ME OUT it's bc there's a better man by the name of lando out here for her I think 😃

username sooo valid (I'm doing the same lmao) landonorris 😊 yourusername uhm- you guys😭😭

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loveisland The public has voted, and that means goodbye to this firecracker! 🧨👋 By the looks of it, it seems Y/N might not need to do much searching for fish in the sea though... 👀

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username ok lando pack it up, jack fowler is in the likes😩

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landonorris 🐠

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username finally the bitch is gone

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username she's literally the first to break 1 million followers lmao the hype is very much alive even if u don't wanna see it😌 username yeah and how many of those are lando fans hm? exactly username oooh u sound bitter babe xx

username lando and y/n better freaking date soon tho cause if I find out this was all in vain I'm literally gonna flip😭

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thesun Popular ex-Love Island contestant, Y/N L/N, has arrived in the UK to a warm welcome at Heathrow Airport, where she was greeted by family, friends, and a horde of fans.

Speculation about a potential romance between her and the famous F1 driver, Lando Norris, has been rife on the internet for the past few weeks. Many believe this could be the reason for her sudden dumping from the island, as fans allegedly orchestrated her exit in hopes of pairing the two together.

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username lando can do so much better than some trashy reality tv star 😑

username i got a pic with her!! she was such a sweetheart❤️

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username let's see what happens now then...😁

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username omg why are ppl still talking about her smh

username i voted for her so it better pay off🙏 i'm looking at u lando

username me and you both 🤝

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yourusername back in essex and straight to catching up with my lovelies xxx

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username lando norris dating announcement when 😃

username lmaooo her bed in the villa ain't even cold yet😭😭 username real! he should've picked her up from the airport smh chivalry is so dead😞

username telling you all about lando i hope

username and the fact that it's all lando's fault that you were voted off 😋 username LOL DON'T PIN THIS ON HIM NOW

landonorris welcome back y/n!

username loool what happened to ur free shoulders 🤣🤣

username JACK FOWLER STAY TF BACK 🤺🤺🤺 we're team lando + y/n here!!!

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f1gossipofficial Lando Norris has been spotted once again in the company of ex-Love Island contestant Y/N L/N, marking the fourth time in the past month the pair has been seen together in London. This time, fans observed them enjoying dinner together, appearing particularly close as they laughed and had their arms around each other.

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username real ones know y/n from the first ep of love island😌🫶

username I've been summoned🫡

username love island is bottom of the barrel trash smh anyone who enters that show is a dumbass

username lol okay.... anyway they look cute together🥰

username ahh u guys remember when y/n was in the villa and we'd all wait for lando's tweets during love island🥹 those were the times

username i wanted them together but now it's like when you watch a film in the cinema and then reach its end like what now?🧍‍♀️ username fanpage babe. u make a fan page trust me x

username ew keep her away from lando🤢

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username AHHH FINALLY IVE BEEN PRAYING FOR THIS🤩

username what do u wanna bet she only has 2 gcses🙄

username well that's a whole lot better than lando's 0 🤣

username @/yourusername i need ur game card RIGHT NOW cause i want mason mount 😩

yourusername all u need is a platform x username brb gonna apply for love island now🏃‍♀️💨

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username WHO VOTED Y/N OUT?? WE FUCKING DID ITTTT

username present🫡 username the way we had a vision and look at us now😌 we love to see it username cheers to us masterminds 🍻

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thepastisalreadywritten · 4 months ago

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Zhiying Zeng’s eyes begin to sparkle and her gestures become more animated as she recounts the day her lifelong Olympic dream came true.

She had to wait longer than most athletes, too: At 58 years old, Zeng will be one of the oldest Olympians at Paris 2024.

But for Zeng, whose Olympic journey began in China in the 1970s and culminated in qualification for Chile’s table tennis team earlier this year, it was worth the wait.

She had even retired from professional table tennis aged 20 – something which allowed her the opportunity to uproot her life in Asia and move across the Pacific Ocean to Chile – and at one stage went almost 20 years without playing.

“It was the biggest dream of my life,” she tells CNN Sport with a thick, unmistakable Chilean lilt.

“Even when I was a little girl and they would ask me what my dream was, I would say: ‘Become an Olympian.’”

Chile has now been Zeng’s home for 35 years and she is as Chilean as they come.

She is known in her adopted country as ‘Tania’ – because Chileans struggle pronouncing the Z in her name – and her favorite dish is pantruca, a kind of dumpling soup.

She also eats beans, a staple of the Chilean diet, every week.

Zeng loves empanadas, too, but doesn’t indulge too much now that she’s an elite athlete again. “Too many calories,” she laughs.

From China to Chile

Zeng was born in Guangzhou in 1966 and picked up a paddle almost as soon as she was physically able.

Her mother was a table tennis coach, which meant the then-government housed the family next to a sports complex, allowing Zeng to train every day and surround herself with professional players.

She was trained by her mother until the age of nine when, Zeng says, she became a typical grumpy child that didn’t want to be coached by a parent.

So her mother enrolled her in a school that employed a table tennis coach and after nearly two years, aged 11, she entered an elite sports academy.

Even in China, by far the world’s most dominant table tennis nation, Zeng’s talents were evident from an early age.

She became a national junior champion and won several regional tournaments before turning professional at the age of 12.

When she was 16, she was called up to the Chinese table tennis team for the first time.

“So many players in China have that dream because it’s so hard to achieve,” she says.

However, in 1986, two years before table tennis made its Olympic debut at the Games in Seoul, the “two color rule” was introduced, meaning the two sides of the paddle now had to be different colors instead of both black.

Zeng explains that the two faces of the paddle produce different types of effects on the ball and she would regularly rotate it in her hand to confuse opponents.

The different colored faces meant opponents could better predict her shots.

“The change of rules affected my game a lot,” she recalls. “That’s when I had a big downturn and left the national team.”

It was a painful moment for Zeng, who says she idolized players who were not much older than her that had already become Asian or world champions, and she was desperate to follow in their footsteps.

But the rule change paved the way for the next chapter in Zeng’s remarkable story.

In 1989, she received an invitation to coach schoolchildren in Arica, a city in northernmost Chile.

It was a job she adored, but it wasn’t until 2003 that she picked up the paddle to play competitive table tennis again.

She wanted to introduce her son, who was 13 at the time, to the sport in order to drag him away from playing too many video games and watching too much television.

In 2004 and 2005, Zeng comfortably won two national tournaments but once again stopped playing when her son was old enough to go to training on his own and travel with the team’s coach.

Third time’s a charm

Zeng only picked up a paddle again when the Covid-19 pandemic struck.

“More than anything, just to exercise because we weren’t doing anything locked down in the house except eating!” she laughs.

“I got the bug and, once we were able to leave, I immediately wanted to play against someone to see what level I was at – and see if I could I still run or not.”

She contacted the federation in Iquique, where she lives today and owns a furniture business, and was soon playing – and winning – regional tournaments against mostly men given there were few female players.

“That gave me a lot of confidence,” she says.

“I had no problems with running, with fatigue or anything. I wanted to know how much more I could do.”

In 2022, the Chilean Table Tennis Federation sent an announcement to the regional associations that it was hosting a tournament to put together a team for the 2023 South American Table Tennis Championships.

Despite her success, Zeng was skeptical about going.

All of the best players in the country would be there and she doubted that she would be able to keep up.

In the end, she only went because a friend managed to convince her.

“‘Go and find out if you can compete or not. If not, at least you’ll be left with no doubts,’” she recalls her friend telling her. “I thought she had a point.”

Zeng qualified for the team, of course, and led Chile to first place in the team tournament, while also coming second in the singles and women’s doubles.

“I forgot what I was afraid of and what I was worried about,” she says.

But it wasn’t until the 2023 Pan American Games in Santiago that her life really changed.

After her first appearance at the tournament, Zeng became a national icon overnight.

After losing the first two sets in her opening match, Zeng rattled off four straight to win 4-2 in front of her new adoring fans.

Chileans gave her the nickname ‘Tia Tania’ – Auntie Tania – and the AP reported that one young fan said he had gone just to watch the “table tennis grandma.”

Even Chilean President Gabriel Boric became a fan and congratulated her on a “tremendous” victory.

Zeng, who will play Lebanon’s Mariana Sahakian in the preliminary rounds of Paris 2024 on Saturday, says being in Santiago as an athlete during the Pan Am Games was a surreal experience.

She spent much of her time with other athletes, going out to dinner and taking photos.

“I lived like that when I was 15,” she says, recalling her time as a professional in China.

“It had been a long time since I experienced something like this. I was like an excited teenager again. I forgot I was 56!”

It proved to be a successful tournament on the table, too, as Zeng won team bronze for Chile alongside Daniela Ortega and Paulina Vega.

Zeng’s sons also noticed that her Instagram following had grown by almost 10,000 in a matter of days and had to teach her how to use social media, so she could keep her hordes of new fans updated.

Finally, 38 years after she gave up on her Olympic dream, Zeng qualified for Paris 2024 at a pre-Olympic qualifying tournament in Lima, Peru, in May this year.

Zeng says she didn’t sleep at all the night before the deciding game as she played out every imaginable scenario in her head.

On match point, when she went to collect the ball, her mind again began to run wild.

“Calm, calm,” Zeng, who says mental fortitude is her biggest asset in table tennis, repeated to herself. “You’ve got one more point.”

After winning match point, the emotion of everything she had experienced in the sport came flooding out.

Her father, who is 92 and regularly visits her in Chile, and her brother stayed up until 5 a.m. in China to watch the match, while her husband and friends were in Lima to celebrate the moment with her.

“My dad was able to see his daughter qualify for the Olympics,” she says, visibly emotional.

“He used to take me to training and to matches when I was a girl and now at 57, I made it. I made it.”

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otherperson12 · 8 months ago

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Masters of the Air: The Angels of Death

Chapter 1: Part One

Disclaimer: Bucky being Bucky and a simp. Buck being tired of Bucky.

Thank you @infernal-hues

Bucky was satisfied with the newcomers. The beautiful ginger caught his eye. She had all his attention. By the words of the other girls, she seemed like a good pilot. That was a plus to her beauty. He had never been with a ginger before.

Buck had heard a little between the COs’ and everything looked fine.

Until supper.

“I can’t believe you both kept it from me!” Curt recriminated to the duo.

The news spread like fire. The only information going around was (and the only one that seemed to matter) about some beautiful singles —that was a regalement— skirts were in the base to stay.

When Curt heard, he knew Bucky (and obviously Buck) knew before anyone, so he went to them demanding some information.

Bucky laughed, “You can’t be mad at me. You love me too much.” He said with dove eyes at Curt and blowing kisses.

Buck laughed at them. “You were going to know sooner or later, Curt.”

That was supposed to be some kind of apology. But he did not want that.

“Why are they here?”, Curt asked.

Good question.

They both looked at Bucky who just winked at them.

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The interrogation was the perfect excuse to get better coffee than the regular G.I Joe one.

Colonel Elizabeth Nixon was the CO of the 1st Female Fighter Pilot Group: The Angels of Death. She was one of the first female pilots in the Air Force and she won her rank from the bottom even when her family could have paid for it. The girls respected her as a their leader.

“Girls, listen up!”, she called from the center of the room, once the interrogation was done. Everyone looked at her. “As you may know, we will get into combat soon,” some cheers, “We are going to be stationed here at East Anglia with the 100th Bomber Group.” she informed. “Our mission is to protect this side of Great Britain island and not let the nazis get into London.” Then she had to drop the bomb. Ironic. “At the same time, we have orders to escort the bombers in every mission as needed.”

WHAT?!

That was the first thing it came out of the boys’ mouth when they got the news.

After lunch, they all reunited in the conference room. Huglin had told them. Bucky was trying to hide his smile. And not look at Buck and Curt or he would really laugh.

“Those orders come from the upper command. It will help us to complete our missions and reduce the number of casualties.” He explained. “You just do what you’ve been training for so we can win the war. Is that clear?”

“Yes, sir!”

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Brianna did not want to be a babysitter.

“Just imagine their faces.” Priya suggested with a malicious smile.

Captain Priya Pilanka was from New Delhi, a squad leader like Brianna. She was as respected as hated just for her culture. The both of them bonded over their resentment for the british so they joined the yanks instead of having the UK flag in their uniform.

“This is not how I imagined it.” Brianna commented.

Priya knew what she meant. First, they did not want to wait more to go and fight, she felt anxious. And second…

“Giving you, women, a plane and a weapon don’t make you a soldier. You are just that. A woman who came to help, not to serve your country.” Brianna quoted under her breath.

Priya heard. She remembers those words very well. Their first day in training, almost two years ago.

Priya stiffed a little, “We just have to focus on flying and get the job done.”

They started walking to their new barracks when a voice called.

“Pilanka, Ross.”

Both girls turned and found Lieutenant Colonel Margarita Flores, (‘Mama’ for the girls) from Chile. She was a sweet woman, always taking care of everyone like a mother. She was a little worried about the news.

They salute her.

“How are you both?”, she asked sweetly.

“Anxious to get in the sky, ma’am.” Priya responded for them both.

Lt. Flores looked at Brianna, “I know is not what you expected. But don’t worry about it. You are better than any man. You are Angels, the best of the best.” She reassured them with a sweet smile. “I’m sure we’ll get a mission soon, so I want you both to get settled and go to eat. You are dismissed.” She ordered.

At the barracks, 1st Lt. Louisa ‘Lou’ Breaux had saved them both a bed next to hers. The three of them were a particular trio: the quiet scottish, the spicy indian, and the cute witch.

Lou was another squad leader, from Lafayette, Louisiana. And probably a witch. When she said it was going to rain, the sky seemed to melt. When she asked for a sunny day in the middle of the winter, the sun would appear as if spring had come earlier.

“I got your sheets and your foot lockers.” Lou informed.

“Thank you, Lou.” Brianna gratefully, appreciated. Lou smiled at her.

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Brianna was very excited about the idea of having a weekend pass so she could go to Edinburgh. After eating, she wrote a letter to her uncle, telling him she was back in Europe.

She walked around the camp looking for the post office. She did not want to ask for directions. The walk which supposedly was going to be calm, turned out to be the complete opposite.

“Hey, sweetheart!”

“Carrot! Do the drapes match the carpet?”

That one made her blush in embarrassment , but mostly boil herblood in pure rage. The cat calling continued until…

“Hey!”

The calls stopped. So did she.

“That’s enough!” Some man ordered in pure anger.

It wasn’t a deep voice, but so firm it made her almost stand at attention.

Brianna was able to hear the scold.

She took her chance to run away from the situation. The ginger walked as fast and calm as she could. The last thing she wanted to do was draw more attention to herself.

She heard someone walking right at her 6 o’clock, following her. At her left she found the post office and quickly entered.

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Bucky was walking around looking for troubles (Buck was sleeping and he did not want to third wheel Curt and some nurse), when he found them.

Well, he actually found her.

For Bucky it was the perfect chance to introduce himself to the newcomer. Until he heard the other soldiers.

He stepped in, did his thing and when he turned to her, she was walking away. Odd. So he followed the red head to the post office. And there she was, completely curved in some papers.

“Good afternoon, Major Egan.” The sergeant behind the counter greeted him.

“How are you, Tommy.”

Bucky saw her stand back little by little and face him slowly. She looked at him and his collar and stood more straight than before. She saluted him.

That had an interesting effect on John.

“That’s not necessary ma’am.” Bucky informed quickly.

Brianna put her arm down. She felt trapped. She delivered the letter and she wanted to go, but he was in the way.

Those small blue eyes were watching her intensely. It made her uncomfortable so she looked down to her feet.

John took his sweet time observing her. Her red hair was in a classic updo with her green cap, her straight pointy nose and small mouth. She had changed her flying uniform for her dress uniform.

“I just wanted to make sure you were okay. For what happened.” Bucky explained himself, pointing to the door.

Brianna opened her mouth and closed it, then she talked. “I am sir, thank you.”

Silence.

“Let me walk you to your quarters. So there’s no more incidents.” He offered.

‘I’ve spent too much time with Buck. I’m losing my charm.’ He thought.

“That’s not necessary, sir.”

“I insist.” He added quickly.

Silence again.

“If you let me, sir, It would not be appropriate.” Brianna explained trying to get him to let her go on her own.

“If someone asks I’ll explain the situation.” He reassured her.

‘How insisting!’, she thought.

John felt over the moon hearing her voice for the first time, small and cautious. He knew that his insistence on accompanying her was part of his desire to be with her. Normally, he would drink, pick a girl and take her to bed and that's it (and with that, he had gotten his own haters club) but she didn't even want to look at him.

“Let me walk you.” He said again.

Brianna knew he was not going to let her go.

“Alright.” She finally said.

In his mind, Bucky was doing a little victory dance. He tried to look normal, but a smile slipped to his face.

He moved from the door and opened it so she could go in first.

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Brianna and John walked the first twenty steps in complete silence. Until he opened his mouth.

“I’m John. John Egan. But everyone calls me ‘Bucky’”, he introduced himself looking at her.

Brianna took her eyes off the road to look at him briefly. She noticed his small blue eyes, which had a little mischief in them.

“Lieutenant Ross, Brianna Ross.”

Five steps more in silence.

“So you are a pilot.” Bucky said.

‘Doesn’t he have an off button?’, she thought a little desperately. She didn’t like being talked to, she didn’t like to talk.

“Yes, sir. I’m a squad leader .” She informed.

“Squad leader! That sounds important.” Bucky said impressed.

Brianna was irritated with the situation because obviously she had to answer to a ranking officer.

“I just do my job, sir.”

Bucky being Bucky, could not tell if she was just quiet and shy or she was getting pissed with him.

“You aren’t American.” He punctuated.

Brianna had spent years of her life trying to sound less Scottish, it looks like it did not work.

“Aye…” She said slowly, looking him in the corner of her eye.

Brianna found him already looking at her, a cocky smile and eyes full of mischief. She blushed as red as her hair, again, for being caught.

Embarrassed and now pissed, she walked faster trying to lose him.

He was having the time of his life, completely enamored by her cute reaction. She was shy, was his conclusion and maybe a little short tempered. John just followed her trying to be at her side again.

“Hey! Wait!”, he called. “I’m sorry!” He apologized. But she kept walking with her head down.

John saw her turn left, and then he saw a bunch of women hanging out of the quarters.

Everyone turned their heads as Brianna nearly ran into the quarters and slammed the door closed.

Then the eyes turned to him.

“Hi.”

He stood there just looking at the door, hands in his hips and a smile on his face. He chuckled.

Bucky started to walk away with intentions to go tell Buck when the door slammed open, a full round of laughter and calling. Brianna ran out hiding her face in her hands, the tips of her ears boiling red.

She was followed by Priya, who was mocking her and Lou, happy as ever, jumping with every step.

“Don’ worry, major. You’ll see her’ again’!”, Lou informed.

He snorted, “I’ll really like that.”

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“I swear to god, John, if you interrupt me one more time I’ll drop you in Berlin myself.” Buck warned him, eyes still in his book.

“That book will mean nothing when I tell you what just happened.”

Gale looks up to his best friend. A few hours prior when Bucky had said something similar, life at East Anglian had changed.

“Bucky”, Gale called at John.

“Yeah?”

“Leave those ladies alone”

Bucky laughed.

“Not any time soon”.

He walked away, but he stopped at the door.

“Brianna.” Bucky said.

Gale looked at him, not understanding.

“The name of my future wife, Brianna.”

‘Maybe Curt or Crank would like to hear about her’.

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Final notes

First of all, I’m not Indian (my heritage is from all over the world) but I wanted to add a little of cultural variety. I once meet an Indian girl and she was like Priya. Strong and spicy.

#bucky being bucky #bucky being a big simp for brianna #masters of the air #original writing #fanfic #john egan #major gale cleven #major john egan #brianna ross #priya pilanka #Lou Breaux #john egan x reader #john egan x oc #mota #hbo war #masters of the air fanfic

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agendabymooner · 1 year ago

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wild ! max v. x ofc (hearth sister!ofc) - tltl series

“‘cause when you look like that i’ve never ever wanted to be so bad.”

summary: sylvie came to the realization that a) she couldn't stop smiling at max's texts and b) she's in love with max. she only admitted to the latter when christian horner pointed the obvious. (1)(2)(3)(4)(5)(6)(7)(8)(9)(10)(11)

content warning: extremely incomplete piece, max being thirsty, christian horner being cool for once, use of explicit language, "they're just friends" trope, simp!max and simp!ofc, textfic + written (mari's mom = ofc + mari's dad = max)

note: i need to write my essay lolololol chile anyways enjoy xx

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Being allowed to work remotely was one of the best things that could’ve happened to Sylvie. The Haute Couture Paris Fashion Week came around way too quickly yet juggling two works at once was easily managed by her. Thank god for her manager.

As soon as she flew to France to begin her week, her hands immediately turned off her airplane mode to contact Max and Daniel about Marinara. It was saddening having to travel away from the puppy, most of Sylvie’s support system were all at the same location to rest before the Austrian GP while she was in Paris to put on her best resting bitch face while she walked down and impress the front row guests with the newest collection made by the designer. She hated being away from Marinara. Especially when she was in Netherlands with her stupid fucking father that Sylvie called Max Verstappen.

Just as she was prepping for her first show, she immediately called for her manager to ask for her wired earphones. She immediately plugged it in and answered Max’s call.

“I’m only an hour ahead of you lots,” Sylvie deadpanned, leaving Max to screech out in laughter.

“What do you mean? I’m just saying hi,” Max exclaimed. He was in his room, Sylvie assumed.

“Where’s my baby?”

“Right here,” he joked, showing his full face. Sylvie raised a brow, trying to figure out whether to laugh at his face or just ask him again. She did neither and took a screenshot of their FaceTime call— most of which was just his face. Perfect blackmail material. “Just joking. Nara is… with Blue Jaye and Victoria right now. I think Blue’s more excited about the puppy than Vic was.”

“She was just telling me how she was pumped on seeing Marinara days ago,” Sylvie replied while she had her eyes shut, her makeup artist dabbing on some foundation in the process.

“She thought that you’re the one heading here,” Max snorted. “She got too excited with you coming; she didn’t think it’d be a mini you instead.”

“Hadn’t meant to disappoint her that much,” Sylvie rolled her eyes, “glad to hear Jaye’s loving Nara.”

“Oh definitely,” Max nodded, shifting around his room while his front camera showed his moving figure. “It didn’t help that you’re not here though. Can you believe that? Two of my sisters are looking for you instead of me— their own brother.”

“I’d get excited about my sisters too, to be fair,” she held the microphone of her wired earphones close to her mouth as she continued to get her face covered in cosmetics.

“You don’t have a brother,” Max deadpanned. “Even your stepbrothers wouldn’t cut the standards you’ve had.”

“Don’t be too sad about them getting excited about seeing me,” Sylvie snorted before she casually told him, “if it makes you feel better, I’m excited to see you in Austria.”

“Oh real comforting,” Max mockingly sighed. Sylvie’s eyes narrowed slightly as he continued, “Sylvie’s excited to see me. Yay Max, I guess.”

“No need to be an arsehole about it, you utter twat—“ she ended the call halfway through. She wasn’t truly offended, she just felt the need to act the part.

She then looked up at the makeup artist as the woman asked, “Calling him back, love?”

“Pft, he can wait,” Sylvie took off her earphones and waved off before she continued getting her makeup done. Hearing a ping, she peered down on her screen and grinned at the text.

Mari’s Dad: I can’t even not laugh at your face when you get upset 😂 anyways talk to u l8r Mustang — send me best pics from miumiu whenever u can!!

Mari’s Dad: also, I am happy to hear that ur excited to see me next weekend 😁 can’t wait to see u!!!

Mari’s Mom: I’m so mad. I literally ran barefoot to the pastry store across the Hotel Ritz before closing and they didn’t even have any strawberry macarons left wtffff

Mari’s Dad: Yikessss 😬😬 do they have any pistachio though

Mari’s Mom: I was going to play with fire if they didn’t

Mari’s Dad: Hey, don’t say that. Be grateful they even sold those pistachio macarons to you.

Mari’s Mom: It’s not everyday they see a supermodel run across the street with no shoes on just because she’s craving for macarons.

Mari’s Dad: Fair enough 🤷‍♀️ maybe you can ask Christian to have some in display at the hospitality?

Mari’s Mom: Hell no 💀 I’m desperate but not that desperate

Mari’s Dad: Still holding a grudge against him? In this economy?

Mari’s Mom: No not really. He just annoys me.

Mari’s Dad: You sound like Toto.

Mari’s Mom: Fear me then, Max 😈😈

Mari’s Dad: I can’t do that when I literally saw you trip and eat shit back when we were six lol

Mari’s Mom: I can’t be arsed with this conversation anymore 😭

Mari’s Dad: Finally out of argument??? 😳😳

Mari’s Mom: Stop being a dickhead and let me enjoy my treats 😭 it’s not easy for us people with anxiety these days and all we want is a tray of macarons.

Mari’s Dad: Fly to Amsterdam then. I won’t bother you anymore.

Mari’s Mom: You won’t bother me in texts but you’d be bothering me in real life 😬 I have three more days before i deal with that.

Mari's Mom: Btw, don’t be fucking stupid with Daniel during the week alright? If I hear from either of you PR managers that you can’t sit through a recording without giving them a headache I’m literally gonna cause problems for Christian— and you do not want ME to cause problems for YOUR team principal of all people.

Mari’s Dad: Damn 😭 why did I get a business talk and why are you telling me this??? Daniel should be the one who should get the PR/marketing talks not me

Mari’s Mom: Lederhosen. That’s all I can tell you. If I hear anything about you two ripping your trousers I’m gonna have to mathematically figure out how you’d do that to a leather piece.

Mari’s Dad: Does this mean you’re wearing a dirndl too???

Mari’s Mom: Of course I will. It’s Austria and it’s Red Bull’s home country. Also, don't push your fucking luck, you’re not allowed to point out that I’m even wearing them.

Mari’s Dad: Yes ma’am

Max: Hey Christian. Out of curiosity, you wouldn’t mind seeing if you can request for some macarons for the Austrian GP right? Some pistachio and strawberry ones, mostly?

Christian Horner: Hello Max. That’s quite a peculiar request but why not. I don’t handle these things but I’ll see what the hospitality manager can do.

Max: Thank you.

Christian Horner: I wouldn’t be shocked if this was all for Sylvie.

Max: I said THANK YOU, Christian.

Christian Horner: Yeah yeah, don’t worry about it lad.

AUSTRIAN GP

Dressed in her Austrian folk wear and a rather fitting pair of shoes for them, Sylvie ensured that the embroidered Red Bull logo remained visible from the waistline of her apron. The dirndl fitted her so well, the tea length dress just reaching her calf. The Austrian Grand Prix was on the go, and this was just her first day after returning from the fashion week. It was Thursday. Most of them had gotten here earlier this week, only waiting for her to arrive.

Just as she stepped out of the garage, many fans had gotten a glimpse of her as they called and asked for her attention. She gracefully did so, waving her hand every once in a while before resting both of her hands behind her back. She wandered off while cameras took her picture as she made her way towards the paddock area.

“Mustang!” Her eyes were trained on the group of people who surrounded her nephew as she made her way towards them. Tilly hadn’t worn her dirndl and it was obvious that Toto hadn’t put on his lederhosen, but Max and Daniel were dressed in folk wear. Soren Wolff was relaxed on Toto’s arms, obviously not feeling anything of discomfort from wearing the little lederhosen that Tilly had slipped on him earlier today.

And while nobody hadn't noticed, Max's eyes were trained on her figure. Shit.

He can die a happy man.

“Oh wow,” Sylvie exclaimed, grinning at the now-bouncing baby in Toto’s arms. “Look at you, my little man. You are sooooo handsome, Soren!”

“Thanks, that’s all me,” Toto joked, grinning at the girl as he continued, “you look very beautiful as well, Sylvie.”

“So I’ve been told by countless photographers,” Sylvie laughed, still waving at Soren as he squealed. Her fingers reached for his tummy, making the baby squirm.

“You’re too late for the party,” Daniel joked. “They’ve told me how hot I was and how willing they were to rip this off of—“

“Mother of god— Daniel,” Tilly groaned in annoyance before swatting the Red Bull driver on the chest. Daniel wheezed, trying to catch his breath as Max and Sylvie cackled. The laughter shared between the two caught the baby off-guard as his dark eyes widened, his head moving to his left and right in confusion.

“Did Uncle Max and Auntie Sylvie surprise you, schatzi?” Toto grinned down at his son. The laughter was long gone, the Mercedes-AMG team principal looking up to see Max peering down at the skirt as Sylvie began frolicking and twirling around.

She was obviously telling Max about how perfectly the dirndl fitted her, but Max’s eyes were drawn on the legs underneath the fabric.

She was gorgeous, indeed, but Max could wash his mouth with soap if he ever mentioned that she was… hot. He wasn’t about to get smacked in the head for telling her how heavenly she looked in both dirndl and clothes she wore when she walked down the runway a few days ago.

And when the Dutchman looked up again, he swore not to get caught by Toto ever again. The Austrian held a glare in his face that told him enough about the dangers of ogling.

Her eyes were sparkling as her mouth chewed on the strawberry macaron, grinning at the taste. She had a diet plan, sure, but eating one or five macarons wouldn’t hurt. She was on a break, after all.

“Don’t finish the whole tray, my love,” she scowled lightly before facing the man who spoke behind her. Christian grinned mischievously as he continued, “Save some for the guests.”

Did she mention she was fairly close to reaching her period days, too?

“I wish I can quit right now,” She murmured while she continued chewing on the food, making her boss laugh lightheartedly. “I’m on a break, Christian.”

“I know— I actually assumed I’d find you in front of the macaron display and look!” Christian gestured to her.

“Does your wife know you’re annoying?” Sylvie shot back.

Christian shrugged, “It’s mostly reserved for you and Toto. I’m glad you’re liking the delicacies though— I know how rough your week went.”

Was she ever thankful to have him as a boss? She actually grew quite fond of him as months went on. Christian Horner was a prat at the very beginning, but she supposed that making him own up to his mistake at the very beginning would eventually make him more cautious and accommodating to everyone.

Sylvie’s scowl disappeared as she swallowed the rest of her macaron and murmured, “Thank… Thanks.”

Christian waved her off, “Don’t thank me. Thank your best friend, if anything.”

“Best friend?” Sylvie repeated.

“Yeah,” Christian nodded, clapping her on the shoulder as he said, “the boy was practically on his knees when he asked to have those for the hospitality. You two have a bad habit of munching on those macarons in every race and between the two of you— Max eats the chocolate and espresso ones more than you do. The lad knows you’d kill for strawberry and pistachio— so maybe let him know you like him too?”

Sylvie pondered what he said for a second. How the fuck did Christian even know Sylvie loves Max? Wait, why was she even openly admitting that she loves him? And Max loves her?

What the hell was going on?

But the words that escaped her mouth was, “He was on his knees asking for macarons in the hospitality?”

“Oh, dear God. You two are just as oblivious as you can get.”

She liked Christian Horner, indeed, but maybe pointing out the most obvious to an oblivious woman wasn't the brightest idea he had ever done. Because now she wasn't only oblivious- she was fucking paranoid and in love.

Talk about playing with fire.

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mrs-monaghan · 1 year ago

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Jimin trying to act nonchalant around JK lately since hiatus, is actually making it more sus, but the only thing I can think of is, JM wants to keep his working relationship separate from his personal relationship and now that Jikook are on hiatus, they finally have a chance to do that, when Jikook never had that before. Before, they had cameras on them consistently, catching every gravitational pull, footsie and ball jiggle they did. They just wanna hold hands in the dark at a album party, but those pesky cameras. Also, JM was smart not including JK in his album promotions, dance challenges, cause now his haters can't use it against him. And I don't wanna hear people use the excuse its "hate" keeping JM from doing things, because chile, in case you forgot, JM will still show up & slap the fuck out of the cult, when they get too cocky. It seems JM's been calling the shots all along based on JK's IDGAF I love my boyfriend, Jimin attitude lately. Look how he has excluded talking about JK's participation on his gay love confession, Letter & not even singing it with him (which he did like a post about doing Letter with JK, so maybe there's still a chance). I'm also tired of these antis flocking to Jikook spaces, acting like they are TK lives and we're a cult that they can easily brainwash & gaslight into thinking JK left JM or JK doesn't want anything to do with JM or JK doesn't support JM. GTFO, we have functioning brains & know better. JK is the one telling JM to come over everytime he sees him & telling JM he wants to come to his recordings & going live talking about JM & chasing JM around on weverse commenting on almost all his posts. He is definitely not holding back. I know JK wants that Jikook subunit & Jikook live as bad as we do & probably wanted to do challenges with JM etc. Like JM purposely reading a question about seeing JK, only to not answer & deflect. He knows army's are nosy & wanted details & he said NOPE, I'm pleading the 5th. However, JM blushing talking about Army hearing Letter & then smiling and lighting up as soon as JK comes in when singing it. Yeah, he knows he's not fooling anyone. He knows we know. Jikook knows that everyone knows. Just look at how everyone was staring at Jikook when they were interacting in JM's BTB when JK came to see him rehearse for Face. The dancers & staff in the back, stealing glances at Jikook. They know they're watching THE couple of BTS & THE couple of BTS knows they're being watched, therefore THE couple of BTS forgets how to act on camera or around people and overthinks their behavior, which I think has happened with Jikook for a while now. In case anyone forgot, JK shared a song Justin Park On The Low, on the 1500 day anniversary of GCF Tokyo, that says "We ain't gotta keep it on the low. Backstage pouring up before the show. When we stuntin, WE LOUD, WE LOUD, WE LOUD, just so they know". So in case you didn't JK's message lately. JK doesn't wanna be low key with Jimin anymore & even tho JM is quiet, don't let the silence fool you. He's loving every minute of what his man is doing with his lives & supporting him.

#ask shaz #bts ask #jikook #jimin and jungkook #kookmin

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cloveroctobers · 2 years ago

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southern delicacy — RIO x OC x ARMAN MORALES

A/N: I’m going through my list (If i don't give up and redirect the writing to something else lmao! I’m always changing just like the seasons Chile!), so hang on for the ride if you’re up with me! GIFS DO NOT belong to me! Also if you’re into r&b: stream Jai’Len’s album which this was inspired by along with Anna Nicole Smith’s documentary on Netflix + any other celeb documentary—and mystery documentaries that’s out there basically & I can’t wait to see Donna Summer’s soon so anyways!! Feels like the wrong choice of words to say, I hope you enjoy this but…

“One sip of this southern drank and you’ll definitely want another round,” Sahra laughs which is then echoed by the camera crew as she sits in her chair gathering the waves of hair to rest down her shoulder, “but only I get the say so if you deserve another glass." The producer asks, "Is it safe to say Rio and Arman received that chance?" A playful glint shined through her deep brown eyes for a moment as she says, "Question them in a few years to see if they're still talkin' about me honey."

Somali-American Model, Actress, and niece of Business Mogul Omar Elmi: Tissa Sahra Elmi known professionally as SAHRA who's been reported missing since April 18th 2023 is now pressumed dead as of May 8th 2023.

She was 33 years old.

SAHRA was born Tissa Sahra Elmi on July 30th, 1989 in Dahlonega, Georgia to Somali-born Maxamed, a Otolaryngologist and Tanya (nee. Wells) Elmi, a former meteorologist. She was the only child the two shared together and had two older half siblings from each parent. Elmi was later raised in Atlanta, Georgia around the age of three years old since both of her parents found better job oppournities and a better sense of a environment for Elmi to grow up in.

Maxamed often says that he knew Sahra would be special from the first moment she learned how to walk, "She made a show out of taking her first steps, chubby knees buckling but still holding strong. She enjoyed the praise she got from her mother and I. From then on, with everything that she did, she got a kick out of it."

Elmi started out in children beauty pageant’s at local malls at the young age of eight, winning most of her competitions and not taking the ones she lost to heart. Her mother recalls the first one Elmi lost, holding her breath as she waited for the sign of defeat to appear on her daughter's face up on stage...but it never came. "I'm not worried, mommy. I still have time to show them better," was what the then ten year old said as her mother embraced her on their walk back to the car.

"She was too damn smart but confident for her own good," Tanya laughs.

From there Elmi gained the attention of a fashion recruiter, which Tanya was reluctant to get in contact with, "You cant just trust anybody, especially with your child," She says recalling the day the woman handed her a business card. Soon Elmi got the chance of doing photoshoots, runways, and soon had a agency that wanted to work with her full-time at just sixteen years old. Once she signed, her fame was just beginning and seemed to be on-going once it became knowlegde of who her uncle was.

"I was respected enough for people to be aware that I wouldn't take any wrong doings brought to my family, especially a young woman who was coming up in this industry. I love my neice dearly and always wanted what's best for her but I knew I wouldn't always be around." Omar Elmi tells the camera, his words holding just enough weight of what the reality was like for young people growing up in the limelight.

SAHRA found success in the modeling world after finding her place in a agency and spoke out against the colorism and weight restrictions placed on women of color.

Eighteen soon to be nineteen year old Sahra once spoke at a 2008 fashion event, “What I’m speaking on shouldn’t be viewed as a controversy, it’s f—king human decency to let women showcase exactly who they are with no limit to their shades and sizes. I’m physically changing as I step into my adulthood and was dropped once certain designers found out my exact measurements, like how boring is that? I’m too plus sized for you because I’m not shaped like a pogo stick? This is my body and I’m doing you a favor showing how a high-end outfit looks on a body like mine, so it’s their lost. If they keep messing with me I’ll build my own agency, for women, for all people who know what it’s like. see how they like that taste, huh?”

Once she stepped into her twenties she gained her first ever supporting role in a No. 1 box office Drama/Romance film, “The Southern Gothic Hour.”

“I plan on telling as many stories as I can for as long as I live.” A twenty-one year old Sahra beams as she walks the red carpet in a floaty pastel dress, hurrying to get inside to the movie award show.

Elmi kept very busy after her first movie role, continuing her modeling career and was on the cover of vogue magazine, vogue Arabia, and Vogue Italia, for three months straight. She later went on to star in three sitcoms before working on her second major film. By then another controversy was brought on surrounding the Somali actress.

“Aren’t you embarrassed that by being involved with two men at the same time is going to ruin the image you’re building for yourself?” The paparazzi intervene as they follow a twenty-five year old Sahra to the airport.

She stops short after that question, turning to the flashing cameras, “that’s just a piece of my life that you’re dyin’ to tell the world while I’m just living in it. Living in my life with two gentlemen who want to spend time with me and reciprocate some love in return. We understand the nature of the relationship and that’s what matters. Not you or anybody else. I’m having fun in love and what are you doing? Chasing me down to throw some dirt on…well it looks like you failed, aren’t you embarrassed?”

Both Rio and Arman knew not to trust the headlines, especially once they got involved with a public figure but the both of them had a feeling that there was some truth this

Arman was the one to reach out to Rio first, unsure if this information was even true. It wasn't in his nature to keep up with the tabloids-even when he was involved with Tissa-SAHRA (as the world knew her) but it was his wife, Nadia who brought it to his attention, with a tablet in her hands.

He tried to brush it off as fake news but once his own phone started to blow up with tweets and phone calls requesting for comments...Arman found his breathing to suddenly be weak and got to his feet, pacing the outline of the mosaic pool with his phone pressed tightly to his ear.

"Yeah," Rio answered after what felt like the thirteenth ring, sounding as if he was on the move.

"What the fuck is she playing at?" Was the first thing that flew out of Arman's lips.

Rio paused, "Well hello to you too, Mr. Morales."

"Now's not the time for your bullshit either, Rio. Have you talked to her before she disappeared? Is this some big scheme: faking her death just to keep the universe talking? To get us talking? I told her once before she shouldn't play around like that."

"Nah, man it's true. At least the whole presumed part, in their eyes.”

Now was not the time to be vague.

"What?" Arman questioned, "If you're the reason why she’s gone asswipe, just say that—

"Whoa, what we're not gonna do is put this on me when your hands aren’t exactly clean either. You clocked out not too long ago to be with your wife instead. Now you’re here on my line asking about another woman."

"You and I both know she wasn't just that." Arman held the skin in between his brows, "...just tell it to me straight, what do you know and how do we take care of it?"

Sahra was twenty-four when she met Rio first in the summer time, out in the Oak Bluffs where her and her family were vacationing at her uncle's estate that Rio ended up doing business with.

Sahra knew of him through some chatter her uncle talked about over dinner, he liked to inform everyone of all kinds of guests that would be in attendance to this extravagant event but all Sahra cared about was getting dressed up and flirting her way through the night until she got bored and headed out to the beach.

She never expected a conversation about Cape Town to get her connected with Rio.

Never expected him to the type of man who enjoyed going out on dates

and that man sure knew how to plan the most romantic dates.

It felt natural with him and on the oak bluffs was the best kind of privacy Sahra could ask for.

Sure Rio’s seen Sahra’s debut film and instantly recognized her at her uncle’s event but it’s not like he was on some fanboy shit.

He kept that quiet and it only became knowledge once they were friendly.

“I admire everything that you do and are, don’t ever let anybody disrupt that—not even me.” Rio told her as the lounged on the sand, one night, perched on his elbow, focused only on her while Sahra stared out at the sparkling navy ocean.

Amusement was in her eyes as he lightly gripped her chin to face him, “Are you gonna kiss me now, Christopher?”

Rio smirked, long-lash brimmed eyes shifting from her mouth to her eyes, “don’t mind if I do, reina.”

Three months in a beachy but peaceful town surely sounded overkill to Sahra—well it used to in her teen years but it seemed to be everlasting with Rio around.

He departed the island a week before Sahra said her, “see you later’s,” to her family and returned to the stage which happens to be the device you’re probably holding in your hand right now

. Of course she kept her stories updated here and there

But never placed her time with Rio out there!

(She thought about it, posting a intimate moment on her more…raw and uncut insta that she kept on private and only allowed 30k+ to follow her on. Mostly it was just for her friends and close family members that she hung out with but soon supporters came across it. So on private it had to go—you don’t want to know the amount that sat in the pending section let’s just say that)

Why would she ever do that when she wasn’t sure if this was strictly casual or not? It’s like not she heard much from him anyways with him in Detroit and her going back and forth between New York and Georgia.

It’s wasn’t until early October that she went to Vegas to celebrate a friend’s birthday at this well-known club, where she met another business man who went by the name of Arman.

He immediately approached her and her friends, ensuring that they were having a good time and made sure their drinks were placed on his tab—only if Sahra got on the dance floor with him.

Sahra didn’t know what it was with these business men but they always seemed to be somewhere lingering.

“Do you own this place?” Sahra asked, already taking his warm hand as he helped her down from the stool.

“Just cut a deal with the previous owner, so in short terms: soon.”

Literally meaning cut— it’s was a whole bloody mess but Arman always cleans up well and Sahra certainly didn’t need to know the details, considering this is their first time meeting!

“We love a man about his business.” Sahra stated, “Congratulations, Arman.”

“Thank you, sweetheart. I have a feeling that means something coming from you.” Arman let the woman lead him to the dance floor.

She smiled at him over her shoulder, “don’t thank me yet. There’s still plenty of world out there to take over.”

“So, are you telling me you’re a taker?” Arman whispered down into her ear, one hand wrapped around her torso while she sunk into him, arm tossed up and over his shoulder.

“Maybe, it all depends on how this planet chooses to treat me.” Sahra spoke as they began to move in sync to the beat, her back pressed directly to his front.

She remembers how comfortable she felt in his arms that night. How the scratch of his facial hair touched the brown skin of her neck and how tender his hold on her was.

“How do you plan to treat me?” She asked and she could feel him smile from above.

“Like you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”

And that granted him a kiss so good, he was a bit weak in the knees.

Arman had to stabilize himself on her despite him engulfing her with his slightly taller frame.

She let him. And found that she often enjoyed the weight of Arman over her body.

Her friends were disappointed that she didn’t go home with Arman but she did take his number and there were others that took pictures and videos that circulated the internet

Which was also brought to a certain summer fling’s attention…

Her phone rings as she’s outside the club, her group of friends drunkly screaming a mashup of Tinashe’s, “2 on” and Beyoncé’s, “Drunk in love” she wasn’t sure how they managed to do that but it didn’t sound half bad as they all waited for a Uber.

“Tell my stand-in he shouldn’t bother waiting on your call since I should be the first one you dial.” Rio’s smooth slightly raspy voice was heard as Sahra plugged her other ear to hear him better.

Sahra laughed, “Aw, should I be flattered that you’re watching me all the way out here? What? Are you actually our Uber driver tonight? The phone works both ways, i was starting to think you lost my number.”

“Even if I did, it’s not like me to forget something so significant. I’ll be seeing you next week, brunch on me. And if I hear that you entertained that pushing forty looking cornball, it’s gonna be a problem.”

Sahra was left with a dial tone and a snicker at that.

No man gets to tell her what to do, especially a man who wasn’t her boyfriend.

It was also thrilling to wonder what Rio was gonna do if she went “against” him.

Sahra was a free woman whether Rio liked it or not. It was funny that he was keeping up with her although they haven’t talked in almost two months.

So the next day she went out to dinner with Arman a few hours before her flight back to the east coast.

Arman wasn’t pushing forty. He was only seven years older than Sahra and she was grown, it wasn’t a issue or concern for her. She figured she would end up being with someone older than her anyways.

Rio was four years older than her and you never saw her cracking on his years around the sun…but how did he get access to Arman so quickly when Sahra just met him?

“Business men”

Her interactions with Arman seemed to get more publicized than her relationship with Rio (they were smooth criminals with it, literally 1 out of the 2 but you already knew that) and it didn’t bother Rio—at the start.

It was adrenaline inducing, fiery, and lust filled with Rio. He quickly became a lover and his jealousy definitely showed. He didn’t want Sahra to even think about Arman with his hands and tongue all over her body

making sure to leave his marks that the makeup artists had to rely on photo editors to completely remove them before they were fresh off the press.

Sure Arman was the question mark in the public eye but Rio knew what it was behind closed doors.

The paps didn’t have much information to go off of in the first place since they all lived on different sides of the map but Rio didn’t mind taking flights to be laid up with Sahra.

Yet it was never discussed what they were, although it felt obvious on his part.

Until he decided to pop up and find Arman there in NY, fixing himself a whiskey in Sahra’s kitchen.

“Uh uh,” Rio was ready to put a bullet right in this man’s chest, “think you missed the exit to the club, about three miles back.”

Arman huffed, “Don’t think so, Rio. I’m exactly where I’m supposed to be.”

He already didn’t like this dude and it only amplified with the way he said his name so freely.

“It damn sure ain’t here, man.” Rio’s eyes were in slits at how comfortable Arman was in this Manhattan condo.

Arman raised his hands at the space around them, smug as he raised his glass, “I’m sorry but I’d have to disagree.”

Before Rio could say anything else, the slapping of slippers entered the white and nude modern kitchen. His eyes remained locked on Arman, itching to punch that smile right off his face, while some arms circled around his waist along with a chin pressing into his shoulder.

“You made it,” Sahra’s soft voice announced as Rio finally turned to her to press their lips together, eyes shooting back to Arman’s as he tried to slip his tongue into her mouth.

Arman tilted his head to the side, simply analyzing but expression remained neutral.

Sahra stepped back with a squeeze of Rio’s sides, “No need to show off, you both know what I like and it’s not a competition.”

“I’mma need some clarification, Reina. What’s the bozo in the tight blouse doing here during our quality time? I thought that was squashed.” Rio jabbed his thumb at Arman who rolled his eyes.

Arman muttered, “it’s clear communication isn’t the strong suit on your side of the relationship. She wanted us both here to propose the bright idea of us being a trio.”

“I’m not letting this dude anywhere near my shit, that’s for you only. You know that.” Rio was firm with his response and wasn’t sure what Sahra was on at this point.

This would turn out to be false once he revealed his attraction to a certain preppy busty strawberry blonde a little down the timeline of their soon to be poly relationship but—just make that a side note if you will!

“Listen it’s just a thought since I’m actually getting tired of having the both of you as my sides—

“Your what?” Arman immediately furrowed his brows, which clearly irked his nerves just as Rio felt that familiar itch to start knocking shit over.

Sahra raised her hands in surrender, “whew! Sorry honey bee’s, wrong choice of words. There isn’t a third option or anything like that, I’m just sayin’ I’m with the both of you majority of the time and I know you men are smart enough to figure that I wasn’t going behind your back about it—

“Well that’s a lie because I told you from the jump I wasn’t feelin’ him.” Rio told Sahra, who let out a sigh.

Arman barked, “The names Arman. My name, learn it and use it. Properly.”

“Yeah, whatever.” Rio sized him up with a shove of his hands into his pockets, unfazed.

Sahra let out a low whistle at the rising tension in the room before saying, “okay just hear me out—there’s already been some talk about Arman and I. Slowly it’s back on the rise on the gossip blogs and channels since he’s been here for about a week now but we’re been sorta careful. Half of my heart feels extremely tied with his and then there’s the other side that wants to be around yours Rio. So it just makes sense to at least see what you two think about being in a relationship with me at the same time. It’ll be a union.”

Arman’s eyes shot back to Rio’s at this, brows raised. It was clear she’s been thinking about this for some time and the fact that he’s already been here for a week probably listening to her tell him this, didn’t sit right with Rio.

“I don’t think your part-time lover likes me enough to share.” Arman informed Sahra, hand going up to caress her back.

Rio raked his teeth over his bottom lip in frustration, “don’t speak for me.”

“Well, what do you think?” Sahra asked, curiosity in her eyes.

Rio expressed, “I think that you want the best of both worlds with no regards for anybody’s feelings. The glimpses that you’re showing the world with Arman ain’t reality, it’s got to matter behind closed doors too. What we have is much better than that, just us two.”

“I know that the both of you are different but love me in just the right way that I need and want. I’m picking the both of you to love back at the same time, my hearts big enough to do so, so just let me show you.” Sahra declared, allowing Rio to hold her stare for what felt like a lifetime.

He was always trying to figure her out and spoke with his eyes quite a lot. He knew he adored Sahra but how much of this was an act? He couldn’t be too judgmental since he was often calculated himself but not with his heart.

“How do you feel about this?” Rio kept his eyes on Sahra as he aimed his question at Arman—it’s not like he cared about this random guy’s perspective but he wanted a sense first-hand on what his relationship was like with Sahra since he threw a jab at them earlier.

Arman kept his hand on Sahra’s back, “we don’t have to like each other but I know a good thing when I see it. We absolutely don’t have to be in a romantic relationship with each other but we can respect each other for Tissy—Sahra. I’ll do just about anything to make her happy and if this is what she wants…fine.”

“I knew you were soft,” Rio smirked, “she’s got that effect on you…but not me. I need a few days to get my head around this bullshit so enjoy your time together or not. I may be back.”

“Christopher,” Sahra called out to him feeling her heart race, “don’t waste this moment because of your ego.”

He paused, “my time’s never wasted on you.” Was all that he said before his exit.

And that was the first time Sahra shed a tear in a very long time.

It was Arman’s job to cheer her up while Rio took what was his lengthy leave of absence.

Arman was always in tune with his emotions, had enough compassion but Sahra knew Arman had a touch of a dark side as well. She sensed it when he would hide his cut up knuckles or when he was snappy on the phone with people that worked for him.

Sure she had her diva moments but that didn’t mean she was nasty to any of her employees.

Yet they both have two very different professions.

Which is why she heard her publicist out who weighed the cons of going public on her relationship with both Rio and Arman.

That’s right, the tatted man eventually came around because he also wanted to be part of Sahra’s happiness.

Although the downfall of the relationship felt timely, Sahra was surprisingly still friendly or rather had a love and hate relationship with Rio.

At least enough for him to do what the damn detectives couldn’t.

On the other hand, The relationship turned sour between Sahra and Arman once he began to get tired of constantly being in the flashing lights.

That was a shock to Rio since he knew he was the flashiest one out of the two of them but Rio would never compare himself to him. Fuck him.

Rio was better at keeping his cool in the public eye while Arman started to disconnect.

He found Arman engaging with another woman, a pretty Argentine girl named Nadia who looked like a model herself—yet she was no Sahra—who seemed loving towards Arman at the club.

Rio wasn’t gonna put his shit on blast, especially since he knew how hurt Sahra had been when he revealed that he did have some attraction towards Elizabeth but didn’t act on those feelings.

Here Arman was, acting on his feelings. It was evident that the touches were intimate and it would explain why he was distant so Rio checked Arman about it one night when Sahra was out with her girls.

Which resulted in them getting into each others faces about it.

“Did you cheat?”

“That’s not your damn business!”

Loud and defensive. Dead giveaway.

“I think it is. Be honest, what you thought this was going to be, fizzled out for you much too fast. You need to Tell her instead of being a liar.”

“Oh so you can get the award of being the best partner? As if you aren’t still around the soccer mom that you probably have wet dreams about like some sort of prize? You’re no better than me.”

“Wrong, I know I am. But at least I don’t lie to my girl’s face.”

“Fuck you, big whoop!”

“You got twenty-four hours to come clean.”

“Or what?”

“It’ll come out eventually and then your ass is gonna be done for.”

Arman battled with himself on his side of the condo and knew after the breakfast he prepared that he would tell Sahra.

He was shocked to find Rio not in the home, that the man actually granted them some privacy.

Rio was usually not one for Patience.

When Rio returned, Arman was gone, hopefully on a flight to Vegas and Sahra was seated on the couch staring out the large window behind it.

“You knew, didn’t you?”

“Yeah, I did.” Sahra whispered before turning to Rio with wet eyes.

He dropped the duffle bag on the floor, pulled his hood down and plopped down beside her, hand resting on her thigh. “I’m here and I adore you.”

Sahra laid her head in his lap as he straightened out on the couch giving her shoulder a squeeze, “I love you too.”

“And I’ll never let anyone hurt you again.” His fingers following the swoops of her edges, soothing her.

She closed her eyes, not believing that this time.

“Why are you two choosing to speak out now when you’ve been quiet during this entire investigation?” A producer asks the two men sitting side by side.

Rio licks his bottom lips, hands clasped together, “it’s better to set the story straight instead of people constantly picking the narrative.”

“What narrative is that?”

“That Sahra is this or that or the notion that we contributed to all of this happening. When we also knew her better than anyone behind closed doors.” Rio informed.

Arman was side-eyeing the man, which the camera picked up on, “I actually didn’t want to do this interview because it’s common knowledge that disingenuous people like to be exploitative on people in the public eye. Sure Tissy loved what she did but to victim blame is insane.”

“She shouldn’t be some tragic story. Especially when we only know bits and pieces.” Rio stated.

Flashes of a ransacked home, believed to be Sahra’s are shown on screen along with some black and white footage of Sahra being led down a hallway by a hooded figure, object pointed directly at her spine, to a airport with a woman with the same physique—hair gone or either stuffed underneath a cap and with shades on stood at the front desk with a hand gripping the back of her neck, to finally a news clip of the supposed flight reportedly missing off the coast and later some airplane wreckage was found in a desert that cannot be located on a map.

“What do you mean by that?”

“She always talked about a place in South Africa with Rio,” Arman started as he glanced over at the brooding man, “we’re still hopeful since they didn’t officially retrieve a body.”

“Don’t you believe that’s giving false hope to not only yourselves but her fans, especially when her family already processed this? It’s been over ten days.” The producer had clear confusion in their voice.

Rio lifted his shoulders, “we’re not trying to do that at all but I know neglect when i see it. It’s easier just to come to a quick conclusion especially when it comes to Black, Latin, Indigenous, Asian and other people of color right?”

“So you believe there’s negligence on the department’s part?”

“Without a doubt,” Arman answered, “Tissy was supposed to be on vacation the week she went missing…why are we getting footage of her disappearing two days after when she was supposed to be on a flight? Was she held up in that condo for those two days before someone took her to the airport?”

The producer was intrigued at their viewpoint, “they arrested the guy they suspected to be stalking her: Oliver Dumouchel who created one of the most well known fan pages about her. He was said to have engaged with her on the early hours she was leaving for her flight. Could it be him that forced on her on that flight?”

This Rio and Arman already knew. Getting their hands stained themselves as they snatched Oliver off the streets and beat him down to get some answers. He ended up telling them what sounded completely different from what he previously told the detectives. Yes he did manage to get up to the top floor on the early hours of April 16th but he left out the part where he had a scuffle with Sahra in the hallway. He did assault her with a vase, hitting her over the head with it and he left with a bloody nose, scared some residents would call the police. Where was the footage on that?

“So you think he switched her off with someone else? That doesn’t exactly make sense since he was found dead yesterday—apparent suicide.” Rio informed as the other crew had hushed whispers that filled the room.

“Was he the only one running that page?”

Arman confirmed, “Yes.”

“Listen we don’t want to feed into the conspiracy bullshit that’s out there but Sahra always knew how to take care of herself.” Arman said, “she always knew how to pick herself up after feeling what needs to be felt.”

“You’d know that better than anyone.” Rio jabbed.

Arman cleared his throat, resting his elbows against the arms of the chairs, “We love her and just want her to be okay. If it all got to be too much and she wanted to tap out then fine but no one should be able to make that choice for her in such a violent unanswered way.”

Rio dipped his head, a little slouched in his chair, “we’re doing our part in getting some answers, trust that. We won’t elaborate more but hopefully Sahra’s out there safe and relishing the thought that we still care about her wellbeing.”

[Some time in March 2022…]

[Detroit, MI]

Sahra is seen standing in front of a hooded Rio, dressed in loungewear as they hold a conversation with Rio leaning back against his G-Wagon. The conversation is hushed but it’s evident it turns serious as the previous smirk on the taller but thin framed man’s face went away the second Sahra is face to face with him.

The shutters from the cameras are going haywire since they’re used to only seeing Sahra out with Arman more than Rio. Her head turns, hand going up to block the bit of hazy sun that greets her skin. She turns back to Rio whispering something to him, in which he barely glances at the paparazzi before moving to open the backseat, revealing a fluffy white goldendoodle ready to leap from the car.

Rio interrupts, one hand going out to bury into the dog’s fur, keeping them still while the other hand waiting for the leash Sahra’s holding to hook onto the dog before handing it back over to the woman. She wraps the leash around her fist just as Rio places a kiss on her cheek then moves to climb into the car.

Sahra leaves the driveway first, now waving as the paparazzi begin to fire away questions.

“How are you doing today, Sahra? Rio buy you that dog?”

She breaths out a laugh, “nope. This is Amnati, “Nati” for short by the way. She’s my new baby. Rio was actually babysitting for me until I arrived back on his side of town.”

“Speaking of babies are you planning on having any with your two partners?”

“Arman is no longer in the equation, come on keep up with me now.” Sahra teases, making one of the paps appear sheepish.

The other laughs as they toss in, “but you’re still holding up well and got the part of this brand new upcoming thriller film, congrats. Any details you can tell us?”

Sahra spins walking backwards down the sidewalk now, a small smile on her lips as she says, “think of the film ‘when a stranger calls,’ but make is jordan peele if you will and that’s all I’m gonna say on that without getting replaced/fired.”

The paparazzi laugh, “that sounds pretty interesting, we’ll be sure to see it.”

“no one would ever dare to replace you!” The other says while Sahra coos and fans her hand at them.

Sahra then says, “you’ve got the right attitude about that! I might just be a lot, but we gon’ be alright, darling.”

She winks at the camera before sending them a wave and glanced down at Nati who barks up at her with her tail wagging, encouraging the shaggy dog to set off into a jog down and around the street, away from prying eyes and everyone’s view.

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Continue along with my spring anthology series here.

#Spotify #manny montana #rio good girls #manny Montana x reader #rio x black!reader #rio x reader #the cleaning lady #the cleaning lady fox #arman morales #Arman morales x reader #adan canto #queued #spring writing

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gaymer-hag-stan · 2 months ago

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Thoughts on Legend of Lara Croft Episode 1

Hayley is doing an AMAZING job. I will forever be an advocate that Keeley Hawes is the definitive Lara Croft voice actress, and I hope she returns for the upcoming game, but if Hayley Atwell was to take over I wouldn't mind (and it goes without saying that I love Camilla too)

Tasha Huo said she's a Legend stan and bitch, yes I see! And I could not be happier that the best iteration of Lara is getting her long overdue flowers. Her mannerisms, her grunts even her outfit in the Chile flashback intro screams "Legend Lara!"

This has been discussed to death, but I hope we move on from the daddy drama soon. I know it has been long established as a core part of Lara's characterisation that she initially follows in her father's footsteps and eventually surpasses him but I mean come on, you have received relentless backlash from the community about this plot point yet you STILL cling on to it? I know no one takes bitter Core stans seriously, and no one should, but they're not wrong about the family drama being TIRED at this point. They said she's gonna move past it but, in the games, she's clearly shown to already have??? Why are we moving back to it? She already mourned Roth and already accepted her parents' fate. Why is she inexplicably struggling with it all over again? Unless we are expected to assume that all throughout Rise and Shadow she's just "keeping herself busy" from thinking about all that or whatever which Is... Fine... But still... Wrap it up girlies! The games are supposed to take place in the years of their release but now they seem to have retconned that into all three of the Survivor games happening in the span of a year or so which Is... Actually kinda insane, especially if you take into account the comics arcs that run in between them but, in that context, then yeah, maybe she needs more time to grief idk. Very messy handling of time and events AGAIN, I expected a bit better.

Get rid of Jonah. Enough. He is the most dead weight character ever. Just go marry Abby and leave us alone PLEASE.

Gay!Zip is so interesting to see because in Legend and Underworld he was this macho dudebro (andinChroniclesamessyculturalcharicature) and now all of a sudden he's rocking sapphire blue nail polish, a corset and boa feathers??? I'm not complaining but it will take some time to get used to Nu!Zip. Lara has so many gay fans and she's such an inspiration so it's kind of long overdue that she got a gay bff I guess 🤣

Overall I am excited, obviously, and I cannot wait to continue with the rest of the series, as soon as I have time

#tomb raider: the legend of lara croft #Tomb Raider #Lara Croft #Netflix

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kolour-me-kourt · 4 months ago

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Chapter nineteen: You’ll still be my baby

"Why you following me?" He laughed looking at her "cause I'm waiting on you to tell me.... What the surprise is" "I was thinking about a picnic out back for lunch.... How that sound?" "like fun.... We should make sandwiches? Or order some food ? What you thinking bae?" "Let's just order some food" "I'll make a fruit salad too" she kisses his lips holding him close.

"I wanna give you your gift bae... cause you deserve it and you hurting right now"

"Not too bad I think my little pills been working" "well still let me go to the bathroom and then ima show you your gift" "hmmm okay go ahead I'm ready"

After five minutes he came out staring her down.

"You ready?" "Yes!!! Come on.... Where is it?" "Outside" "come onnnnnnn" she grabbed his hand pulling him down the stairs and into the front yard.

"Oh my fuck...... baby what did you do .... I can't accept this!" "Before you say no.... Hear me out" "yes?" "I was gonna give you one right before I told you I cheated but I felt like it was a guilt gift and you wouldn't want it and then we started getting better so I found you a new one but I wanted to get it in this color" "so why two bae?" "I'll send one back to your house.... So you'll take them?"

"Oh baby!!! How can I say no" "if it makes you uncomfortable I can sell them" "no I love them baby" "okay good" "can I go look?......" he gave her the keys "be my guest" "you got me two carssssssssss whew chile" "I want you to use the green one here ..... look at the the license plates"

The pink car said Tatum

The green car said goodluck

And it had the Celtics symbol right beside it

"Awwwwww babyyyyyy" YN sat in the Lamborghini looking in the seats she sees a small box "what is this" she said softly trying to calm herself down he walks to the car door "can you hand me that box?" He smiles "yes" "I was thinking about all the ways I can continue to show you how serious I am with you ..... without moving too fast with you being here so much I had even thought about asking you to move in but I knew it was too soon and you haven't met Deuce yet.... So that was a no go so I continued to think and all I wanted to say to you is I promise I'm in this with you until one or both of us are no longer happy I hope that day never comes cause I truly wanna be with you for the rest of our lives I know saying stuff like this scares you so I'm hoping you'll just breath and listen to me when I tell you I promise I'll be in your life as long as you'll have me" she was in tears she didn't know if it was her hormones or him just being this sweet but it had her crying like a baby.

"Bae? Say something please" he laughed she looked into his eyes "I don't deserve you at all..... I love you sooooooo much and I promise to hold you to your promise.... I promise to continue to be someone that you wanna be with for the rest of our lives.... Lean down here and give me a kiss" he laughs kissing her lips "alright then give me your hand" she reaches out her left hand and he finally opens the box placing the promise ring on her finger

"Ooou she's big" "yeah I know ... you're engagement ring will be bigger" she smiles " Not to kill this moment but I think I'm ready to meet Toriah... it's clearly time" "and then right after meet Deuce?" "If it goes well I'm just hoping her and I can at least be cool and like no weird stuff or bad blood and that makes things easier for you.... Reach out and see if she's even ready for that" "yeah I honestly haven't brought anyone else around our son so...."

"Well we keep talking about forever and that includes both of them especially if we have children.... I'm thinking about all that we can't keep ducking the fade she's grown I'm grown I don't think she wants you no more so it should be fine" "don't be too sure" he jokes "boy don't play with me" YN smiled "let's go eat so I can sleep before this game can we dive into all this tomorrow?" "Absolutely.... Let's eat so you can get your mind right"

* it's game time

"I wanna driveeeee👀" YN says as they walk outside he laughed "should've saw that coming when you matched the car" "well your good luck charm is here let's spread it" "alright bae you drive" they get in the car "you know your way?" "I guess we gon see"

*time skip*

As she sat in the crowd she watched the game intently every move he made was intentional it's not like he every played sloppy but today he was was extra precise working off the energy of his team he was aggressive she liked it and then he made a play and accidentally tripped over a camera man and it landed him on top of a fan.

YN squinted her eyes trying to figure out what actually was happening. Little did she know her confusion face was gonna turn into a trending topic for the next week "Jayson Tatums extremely jealous girlfriend"

But anyway

She noticed her man and how he was uncomfortable she watched as his teammate pulled him away but they continued the game playing hard and eventually winning.

*ride home

"That shit was crazy I was just trying to get her off Me" "I think she was in shock.... If I didn't touch you all the time I know I would be" he laughed "I guess you right" "mhmmmm I usually am" she smiled "the ring weighing your finger down?" "In the best way possible .... I'm not complaining" "it'll probably scratch my back up next time we fuckin" her eyes started to water "we really can't fuck for so longgggggg" "bae?🧐" "I'm just saying it's gonna be forever until I see you again" he grabs her thigh and then holds her hand. "I see what you were saying about your little mood swings I'll hold you extra tight tonight" "what if I get use to it and can't sleep when I get home" she laughed slightly.

"It'll be fine I promise" "I did call Toriah by the way" "who tf told you to do that?" "Unmmm I'm sorry huh?" YN was genuinely confused he had raised his voice and cursed at her... for seemingly no reason "you called her for what?" "We talked earlier.....I didn't want it on your mind so I called her" "we talked about you meeting her that didn't mean to take matters into your own hands and call her" YN rolled her eyes "you clearly have lost your mind" "nah I haven't but you have" "soooooo everything you said was what? A lie? Down to this ring?" "Why you think I'm lying" "cause me contacting her shouldn't be the end of the world.... She didn't have a problem with it we actually had a long talk and she was sweet. She felt like it wasn't even necessary to meet in person no time soon cause we just clicked..... she even kept my number" "go be with her then" YN pulls into his driveway parking the car.

"Hmmm clearly I'm missing something so when you wanna tell me you can" "whatever" he got out of the car unlocking the house he continued walking in but left the door open for her.

She slams the car door walking into the house slamming that door too he was standing in the room on his phone scrolling and texting.

"Jayson" he ignored her she takes the ring off her finger throwing it at his head and then throwing the keys too. "I'm going to a hotel room" "for what?" "Cause you being dumb" "hm okay" she took a deep breath this was completely out of the ordinary she had to be smart about this without acting off emotion.

"Can you tell me please what line I crossed .... Because clearly I did something that you didn't want me to do... and I don't understand what the problem is .... So instead of yelling or not speaking to me I would appreciate if you would just .... Talk" he sighed walking closer to her.

"I was gonna reach out to her because I felt like that was for me to do it's not your job. Me and her have a good co parenting relationship at this point so it seems a lil crazy for my girlfriend to be hitting her up talking about getting to know eachother.... When and if she get a nigga I would want her to come to me first and introduce us .... You've thrown everything off that's all I'm saying" she respected the fact that he was calm while speaking to her.

"She wasn't upset" "good... but it isn't about her being upset it's about... communication down the road .... Maybe we are moving a lil fast can you wait to meet Deuce" "uh yeah that's fine" "it's just this could've went the wrong way I'm glad it didn't but it could've and in the future I can't have my wires cross like this specially regarding my son that's the most important relationship I have" "yeah ... um yeah I get it"

She walks into the closet taking her clothes off grabbing a towel heading to the bathroom and then getting In the shower.

He came in the bathroom. "You making me feel bad" "just let me take my shower please" her voice cracked "I'm sorry I made you cry" "I crossed a boundary I can acknowledge that .... But why did you have to be so ... cold? Like when I really piss you off you get so dark that scares me" "cold how?" "I said I was gonna leave and you said okay..... how do you go from wanting me all the time to not caring if I leave your house in the middle of the night knowing I don't know where I'm going .....I asked calmly what I did wrong and it took you forever to answer me... I wanna be able to do what you do to me but you're tougher" "let me just let you know I wasn't about to let you leave this house without me and what you mean by that last part?"

"Just— how you pull it out of me we talked about this before you're able to get all my thoughts out of my head just by asking the right things and being patient..... I wanna do that for you but it's almost like you have to snap before you can relax and talk to me but after you snap I either shut down or I'm ready to fight ...." "You gotta touch me" "huh?" "You right I snap a little bit before I can come have a conversation so you know how I get you to tell me everything is by making sure you looking me in my eyes...... you have to touch me" she swallows hard

"anywhere?" "The back of my neck.... My back, my face.... Just hug me ... any of that" "so next time you screaming at me ....ima just hug you" "you think I can yell at you when you holding me?" "I hope not" "I don't mean to scare you no matter how mad I get I'm not gonna hit you or nothing crazy like that" "sometimes words hit harder than fists...." "damn..." he licked his lips "I don't mean to sound so ..... whatever you wanna call it but like I'm being truthful" "I know you are... and I'm sorry" "I'm sorry for crossing that line I honestly thought I Was being helpful ... you have so much on your plate so I figured I would just talk to her make sure we can be cool and co exist .... Cause regardless of whatever she's in your future and since I also wanna be.... Well I thought I was helping" he leans into the shower kissing her forehead "thank you for that it was sweet but in the future regarding anything Deuce related just run it by me?" "Of course I wasn't thinking... I guess" "we'll we can't afford for you to not think when you around Deuce .... It's no point of you meeting him now if I cant trust you two alone.... If that sounds harsh I don't want it to I'm just trying to be honest" "I get it and I wouldn't do anything to hurt him at all .... I feel like you know that" "I know you wouldn't want or try to hurt him on purpose" "but...?" "You can't just make decisions without thinking..... like he's not allowed to do certain things or eat certain things so you can't just assume things regarding him" "of course I get it"

"let me call her and make sure everything good Fr" YN rolled her eyes "k" "what?" "Nothing.... Go make your call so I can finish my damn shower.... Bye" he laughed walking out of the bathroom

YN let's the hot water run over her body trying to relax and not cry cause she didn't want him to feel bad but she felt bad she honestly was thinking he would celebrate her being up front and taking this like a G but once again she misinterpreted.

About fifteen minutes later she got out of the shower walking into the room he was staring at her.

"Can I help you?" She gave him a stank face "Yeah .... Come here" "no ... you can come here" he smiled walking over to her he gets on his knees catching her by surprise he kisses her stomach and then he roughly grabs her hand sliding the ring back on her finger. "You're mine" "for now" she smirked laughing slightly "I see you don't have a attitude anymore" "why you have to call her while we were talking" "I thought we were done ... what else was their to say?" "Nothing I guess" he stands up kissing her lips. "What she say when you call her?" "That y'all talked and she trusts my judgement when it comes to Deuce so whatever I wanna do at long as she knows about it"

"well that's good" "why did you think I was lying about the forever shit? I don't just talk to be talking" "that's what I'm use to... all talk and no action" "I've always been about that action" she laughed "okay I was just saying bae ...."

"You'll start hugging me when I go off?" "I'll try to ... I be wanting to slap you Fr tho" "you like when I'm mad at other people tho" he smiled "who tf told you that? That doesn't even sound smart" She laughed "you the one said that to me" "must've been your other bitch" He lifts an eyebrow "I ain't got nobody but you ... stop playing with me" he smacks her ass and kisses her she moaned "when I say that?"

"when you're mad during games I be getting turned on cause you don't be snapping like that in real life" he says mocking her voice "that sounds vaguely familiar... but I feel like I was talking about your voice being deep ... and your muscles popping out" "what's the difference between that and this" "when people yell at me I wanna cry.... Im your baby don't talk to me like that". He kissed her lips getting serious again "You are right ...you're my baby and I love you" he kisses all over her face making her laugh "okay Jayson baby we're good" he sucks her neck "you promise?" "Mhmmm I promise daddy"

********* Tuesday night******

Jayson arranged for a car to take her back to her house her phone was on two percent, she was tired af and she had work in the morning but it was worth it cause she got to see Jayson for four days straight but she was gonna miss him holding her to sleep cause these cramps were no joke. When the driver pulls up she sees the famous Slime colored car and Lamelos Tall frame at her door.

She exhaled he looked in to the car as the driver helped her out and then got her bags . "I got it from here big dawg" Melo says tipping the guy "Thank you sir...you okay ma'am?" the driver says staring directly into YN soul. "Yes thank you for driving me" YN unlocks her door letting Melo take her big suitcases in as she got her bags once he came in he stared her down..... she knew that look and it still made her heart race.

"I saw the pink lil Barbie car where you get that?" "Jayson bought it for me actually" "I ain't miss your birthday or nothin did I?" She laughed "no it was a just because gift..." "I see that rock on your finger too.., courtesy of him?" "Mhm" "engagement?" His voice cracked "no ... promise ring" "oh okay ... good" he mumbled good under his breath she didn't hear him. She smiles "so not that I don't always appreciate seeing my good friend because I do but what brings you here" "I figured you would get back today..... did you have to glare at that fan like that? You know they calling you a jealous girlfriend" he switches the subject quickly she laughed "you know I can't see Melo I was trying to figure out what happened"

"Yeah you really are blind..." "yea... so👀 I know you didn't come to talk about that" she smiles "yeah....I just need to tell you something you can take it or leave it but.... It's my truth"

They stayed firmly in the doorway because he kept his shoes on she could tell he wasn't gonna stay for long..... unless she wanted him too. She stared into his eyes she already knew what he was gonna say he got back with LBG and she don't want them to be friends.... Something like that it's YN's Karma coming to bit her In the ass.

"Okay I'm listening"

"I can't do this no more.... It should've been you and I get I pushed for this friendship cause I thought I can handle it but one thing remains the same..... you and that pussy belong to me....." "Lamelo ughhhh" "I'm just being honest" "that's not true anymore ..... me and Jayson are going to be together for a long ass time I hope forever I'm meeting his son soon.... This isn't just a little fling and I love you so much and I need you to be my friend Lamelo.... It'll never be physical again" he stared looking at her he wasn't expecting her to be so blunt

"so if I get back with LBG then what?" She sighed " I want you to be happy.... She makes you miserable" "you make me happy" she started creating distance cause she noticed he was getting closer and closer. "But I'm not available for that anymore .... Now If you want me to help you find a girl .... Or something I will" "I'm respecting what you're saying I just needed to get this off my chest and you turned me down.... So I get it I just needed to hear it was no chance at all" "I really want Jayson...." He licked his lips "okay ima head out" he went towards the door she grabbed his hand "so what does this mean?" "Give me a about a week ... okay?" "A week for what?" " to understand then I'll call you and we can do something .... As friends" "okay I love you" "love you too" he walks to his car hoping in and then speeding off.

She walks back into her house shutting and locking it shaking her head can her life be boring for a while like of course she saw this coming with Melo but she thought he would just hold those feelings inside. She knew she would have to be straight forward with him but now the question is .... Does she tell Jayson or not.

About five minutes later Jayson calls her. She answers the phone. "Yes?" She said softly "nice to see you're in the house you ain't tell me" "sorry bae Melo had dropped by" "oh for what?" "Just tell me something he didn't know I was with you" "oh ... anything interesting?" "Just friend stuff.... You settled?" "Mhmmmm waiting for Deuce to come" "oh so late? He going straight to sleep" YN laughs "yeah probably but he missed me while they were gone so of course I said he can come" "that's sweet what you feeding him" "pizza? I'm thinking kids always want pizza" she laughed "you right about that ... but that's what you want ain't it?" "You right" "well I Gotta shower and everything I'm trying to be sleep before 10 so I can make it into the office on time" "okay I'll call you tomorrow enjoy you're alone time tonight ... I love you" "I love you too baby ... forever" "and always goodnight" "goodnight"

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Apophenia 0.5 Part 3

Summary: The bloodborn changes tactics.

Words: 2426

Content Notes: Manipulation, interrogation, restraints, being hand-fed, swearing, thoughts of violence

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Thirst and a full bladder conspired to make Isaac admit a sense of relief when he heard the sound of the lock again. He refused to show it, though, and remained motionless while the bloodborn set something on the nightstand with a ceramic thunk. His stoicism came crashing down as soon as the smell hit him. Thick, rich beef stock. The heat of dried chiles stewed in it for hours, guajillo, ancho, pasilla. A note of sweetness from fresh grilled corn. His stomach grumbled and whined like a begging dog. Not the expected instruments of torture maybe, but they had broken him nevertheless.

“I figured you’d be ready for some dinner,” the bloodborn said, a chuckle in his voice. “Probably want to visit the bathroom too?”

Isaac had already weighed the pros and cons of refusing out of spite. It still made his stomach churn for entirely different reasons to answer, “Yes.”

A warm hand slid into the crook of his arm, giving a gentle tug. “All right. Up you go then.”

Suppressing a groan, his spine stiff and back muscles knotted, he managed to get to his feet. The bloodborn maintained a loose grip on his arm, guiding him around to the other side. A click and the handcuffs came loose.

“Take your time. There’s no rush.”

“How generous.”

Fingers hooked underneath the collar, pulling upwards until Isaac had to wobble on tiptoe to keep from being more than mildly strangled.

“Would you prefer I act more like a monster?”

Leather biting into the soft flesh of his throat, Isaac managed to shake his head.

“I see. Let me know if you change your mind.”

The choking pressure vanished. Coughing, Isaac stumbled away and barged through the bathroom door. It rattled in the jamb as he slammed it shut behind him and hit the tiny push lock. Absurd, but it felt good to have some kind of barrier between him and the bloodborn. He leaned against the counter for support until he caught his breath.

What was he going to do? What could he do? This fucker had thought of everything so far. Isaac fumbled around the sink and wall. Not even a sliver of glass. A bar of soap, sage-scented, sat in a dish by the faucet. Neither had enough heft to make promising blunt weapons. He paused while pulling more slack into the chain now running under the bottom crack in the door. Might be possible to wrap it around the bloodborn’s neck. Could he be strangled? Bloodborn weren’t undead like in stories. Isaac would have to make a note if this one breathed when he got a chance. But…even if he choked the bastard unconscious, or bashed him in the head with a length of doubled up chain, what then? The fucking collar wouldn’t let him get far. Could he pick the lock? Maybe. All he really needed was the right tool. A tool and time. Which meant he had to stay alive as long as possible.

Idea gaining appeal and beginning to spark others, Isaac shuffled to the toilet. Took care of business well enough despite the blindfold. Washed his hands and sipped some tap water before opening the door.

“Better?” asked the bloodborn in his tour-guide-to-the-pits-of-hell tone.

Isaac didn’t waste his energy on answering.

“Do me a favor and turn around. Hands behind your back. Please.”

Survive. Survive for as long as possible. Jaw and fists clenched, he submitted. The handcuffs were slapped on once more, and he was nudged to sit on the edge of the bed. More tantalizing tinkling of keys and his sight returned to him.

“Aw, come on now, it isn’t fair to use those big brown eyes against me like that.” Laughing, the bloodborn tossed the blindfold onto the nightstand. “Look. I’ve brought you a little something from up the road. Consider it a peace offering.”

Isaac turned his glare to the plate. His nose hadn’t been mistaken. Chile colorado, red and thick as heart’s blood. Corn tortillas bundled in foil to keep them warm. A baying howl rose from the depths of his belly.

“Well, that answers my first question.” The bloodborn carried a wooden chair over from the other end of the room. The precise creases of his slacks brushed Isaac’s knees as he had a seat directly across. Setting the plate on his lap, he gave the tender-looking chunks of beef a stir with a spoon.

“I know how this is going to sound, but I honestly want to apologize for treating you so roughly. You were only doing your job. And I’m sure the opportunities to advance your career were too good to pass up. The Coven does tend to reward its faithful, I’ll give it that much.”

The thought of playing ignorant shriveled faster than a worm on a hot sidewalk. From weaseling out of blame for (accidentally) dropping his new binoculars into Lake Michigan as a kid, to coming up with a convincing cover story for what he actually did for a living to his ex, Jeremy, lying had never been Isaac’s strong suit. He huffed.

“How did you know I was Coven?”

That brought out the bloodborn’s dimples. “The way you kept switching between typing frantically on your tab and staring at me was a big hint. You were either an agent or extremely shy. I have to say I was more than a little disappointed when I realized you weren’t following me to ask for my contact code.”

Heat climbed up Isaac’s neck and concentrated in his cheeks. Not from the way those glittering eyes watched him from beneath lowered lashes—he’d survived enough bar crawls with Elfy and been to too many company holiday bacchanals for that to fluster him. No, he just finally understood how transparent he’d been. How reckless. He hadn’t taken his pistol into the diner. Why would he? He’d been getting something to eat and stretching his legs after the three-day drive from HQ in Confluence. Hardly as risky as crossing through smuggling routes or a hostile commune’s land.

“What did you do with my stuff?” he asked. “My car? My bags?”

“I took the liberty of relocating them here. I’d be happy to return your clothes, of course. I’m sure you’d like to have a shower and change.”

So, little to no hope of the enforcers finding those then. “You’d be happy to. You’d like to apologize. You fucking kidnapped me.”

“I did.”

“You’re holding me prisoner against my will.”

“I’m afraid so.”

“You’re going to drink me like a bottle of cheap wine and toss me in the gutter when I’m empty.”

“Eventually…yes. Although, it doesn’t have to be that way. It all depends on you.” The bloodborn scooped up a morsel of beef and blew softly on it. “Here, we’ll start easy and slow. What’s your name?”

How many of his previous sixteen human prisoners had played this game? Some must’ve answered every prying question, thinking emotional intimacy would make them harder to kill. More human and less like food. Isaac’s mouth dried up. He’d gotten the part about bloodborn absorbing someone’s energy through feeding. But the unflinching honesty about what was going to happen…the insistence on pretending to be polite despite what was coming…It was like his death wouldn’t be enough. The monster that called itself Renato Faria Dimas wanted to break his will and suck out the marrow before the end.

The valiant thing to do would be to spit in the sadistic sack of shit’s face. The valiant thing would also get him chucked against a wall again. Or worse.

Isaac’s bound hands clenched until his knuckles throbbed. “Soto.” It came out as a snarl.

“See? Not so hard, was it? Well, here, Agent Soto. Down the hatch.” He moved the spoon towards Isaac’s scowling mouth.

No. It had to be a joke. Or a trick. Except Dimas stared at him, eyebrows raised, with a straight face.

Survival. That’s all that mattered. Food meant life. Strength to escape when the opportunity rose. Isaac snatched the meat from the spoon and recoiled like a wary animal. His mouth tingled from the spices, but he tasted nothing.

“Second round, just as simple,” Dimas said, scooping up another piece. “How old are you, Agent Soto?”

Sick. Sick and cruel. Bloodborn were humans once, weren’t they? What did it take to warp someone enough that they forgot that kinship? The first century of an indefinite lifespan? Or the initial rush of supernatural power and speed? Then again, none of the werecreatures Isaac had met after becoming a researcher had forgotten their roots, their bonds. They didn’t make a habit of eating strangers either. Maybe it had nothing to do with magic at all. Maybe some people were monsters long before they grew fangs.

“I’m twenty-nine,” said Isaac. His flat tone could’ve been mistaken for boredom. He accepted the resulting reward, chewing mechanically.

“Almost thirty, how exciting. I sometimes wish I’d waited a few more years before transforming. They say your bones aren’t done growing until twenty-five.” Dimas shrugged one shoulder. “Not that I believe I would’ve gotten much taller.”

Isaac had been dead wrong. Listening to this asshole was the true torture.

Something in his face must’ve betrayed him because Dimas shook his head. “Ah, but we’re talking about you, aren’t we?” Tearing off a bit of tortilla, he wrapped it around the next piece of meat. “Would you care to tell me what brought you out to the coast so close to storm season, Agent Soto?”

Dimas couldn’t think he was an enforcer or bounty hunter—not with his lack of weapons, nevermind lack of fighting skill. The focus in the bloodborn’s unblinking gaze wasn’t for nothing, though. A layer of clammy, clinging sweat broke out over Isaac’s skin. No way in hell would the truth fly. He’d hardly believed it when Director Khang had offered him the assignment. Lie by omission it was, then.

“I was on my way to touch base with the weresharks around Eureka.” He did his best not to tense up, and kept his gaze fixed on the mother-of-pearl buttons of Dimas’s pristine white shirt.

Being offered the next bite came as a relief.

“Oh? I’ve heard of their settlement up there, but haven’t had the pleasure of meeting any myself. Why were you going to see them?”

“It’s my job,” Isaac replied, his mouth still half-full to cover for any quiver or hesitation. “I do field research for the werecreature department.”

“How fascinating. Are you a legacy?”

The scars carved into his back tightened and itched. Just nerves and imagination. Isaac refused to squirm. “No, I didn’t know about any of this while growing up. I joined the Coven ten years ago.”

“Ah. Unfortunate circumstances then?”

“You could call it that, sure.” No way was he going to share the story about the first monster that had tried to eat him.

“Were you sent out here all alone, Agent Soto?”

Isaac glanced at the food and kept his mouth shut.

Dimas took hold of the bowl, but didn’t pick up the spoon. Instead, he set the whole thing on the nightstand and stood. Panic scrabbled at the insides of Isaac’s stomach. Three mouthfuls weren’t going to tide him over, even if he spent the next day chained to the bed. Then the day after that. And the next one after—

The sight of keys pulled him out of his spiral. Taking a seat next to him, Dimas unlocked the handcuffs.

“We’ve moved past our misunderstandings from last time, haven’t we?” The bloodborn dangled the cuffs from one finger, letting them swing like a pendulum.

With a grimace, Isaac nodded.

“Perfect.” The restraints disappeared into Dimas’s pocket. “Go ahead and help yourself. Don’t let the food get cold.”

No second invitation was needed. Isaac grabbed the bowl and dug in with purpose if not appetite.

“You were saying about traveling companions?” prompted Dimas.

“I came out here alone.” Technically true. The fact he’d gotten enforcers involved the other night didn’t count. And would be more likely to result in rescue as long as it stayed a secret.

“Alone! Weren’t you worried about smugglers and highway bandits?”

“I don’t bother smugglers, so they don’t bother me. Thieves are on the lookout for marks with something to steal, which is why I pack light and drive a ten-year-old used car. I’ve only run into a roadblock a few times. Pretty reasonable bribes got me through.” From the corner of his eye, Isaac noted how Dimas watched him lift the spoon to his mouth each time. Envy over no longer being able to eat? Wistfulness? It was creepy either way.

“And what about charming bloodborn in small town diners, Agent Soto? How do you handle us usually?”

Isaac stopped halfway through mopping up sauce with a piece of tortilla. He looked over at Dimas fully. The bloodborn’s unwavering stare didn’t match the question’s flippant tone. And again, Isaac couldn’t think of anything more strategic than sticking to the truth.

“I’ve never met any before, not in person. I thought most of you stuck to bigger cities.”

“I’m your first one? Goodness, now I’m afraid I’ve left you with a bad impression.”

“Don’t worry. I figure not all of you are bastards who snatch humans off the sidewalk to turn into midnight snacks. Some of you are registered.” Isaac tensed as soon as his mouth snapped shut.

Dimas only tilted his head. “Mm, I see. And what made you feel the need to follow me?”

The scrape of the spoon on the bottom of the bowl grated against Isaac’s nerves. He set it down. “I thought you were planning to ambush one of the people working in the kitchen later on.”

“Ah, so you were just concerned for the safety of others.”

“You don’t have to make it sound like a joke.”

“Except it is funny, from where I’m standing. Because if you’re telling me the truth—”

“I am.”

“—then this has been a big misunderstanding.”

Isaac didn’t dare check what expression Dimas was wearing. Because whatever it was, it’d be sure to drive him into doing something stupid, like smashing the bowl over the bloodborn’s head.

“What,” he said, hands clenching, unclenching, “does that mean?”

Dimas stood and pulled the keys from his pocket. Isaac didn’t move a muscle while one was fitted into the back of the collar. It sprung open, sliding away from his neck.

“It means you’re free to go, Agent Soto.”

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