#this is why I always stay on sunday night of gps if I can

[kingofthering]

Calculating the time between the end of the GP next Sunday and the time to get the train station and comparing to the time my train leave for the billionth time.

[niniluvsainz]

LOS ASTROS ☽ mv1

(social media! au)

in which their astrology signs match perfectly well together.

pairings... max verstappen x fem!model!reader

face claim... valentina zenere

warnings... suggestive content, cursing, isa is still with carlos in this (?), probably bad translations (reader speaks spanish)

author's note... this is my first fic so sorry if it's messy! i was listening to becky g's new album 'esquinas' and when i came upon this song i realized i would declare it as my song. it's also such a cute song, give her entire album a listen! also, i recently heard about the rumors about danny and heidi and i really hope they aren't true (there is a part in this where they are mentioned and i was too lazy to change it to someone else). if a part two is suggested, then i'd be happy to write it

maxverstappen1

location: texas, usa

liked by redbullracing, charles_leclerc and others

maxverstappen1 an amazing performance at circuit of the americas! thank you for the support! let's continue pushing for the next race! redbullracing, thank you team once again!

comments

user1 respect for verstappen button >

user2 im so tired of him winning

⤷ user3 keep crying hater

landonorris happy to share the podium with you

⤷ maxverstappen1 as am i, mate

⤷ user4 omg i love their friendship sm

user5 how can someone look so good

⤷ user6 because he's never looked so good

redbullracing happy and proud of you always, max!

yourusername

liked by isahernaez, tinistoessel and others

yourusername la vida recientemente (life lately)

tagged: tinistoessel

comments

isahernaez te extraño, amiga (i miss you, my friend)

⤷ yourusername pronto regreso a españa, para ver cuando nos juntamos! (i'm returning to spain soon, let's plan something!)

tinistoessel las perras que somos (the baddest bitches we are)

⤷ yourusername tienes toda la razon (you are so right)

landonorris oh damn

⤷ yourusername i miss you, noodles

isa: i have news

isa: i have extra tickets for mexico gp

y/n: but i have a tight schedule

y/n: i was just thinking maybe you, me, and carlos could have a night in to catch up

isa: but y/n, you have to come to a race

isa: carlos is also asking for you to accompany us to one

y/n: ugh

y/n: esta bien (fine)

y/n: i'll see what i can clear from my calendar to at least attend sunday's race

y/n: but i still plan on us having a movie night to catch up

isa: claro que si, amor (of course, love)

isa: i'll book ur hotel now

y/n: no tienes que hacer eso, isa (you don't have to do that)

isa: pero yo te invite 💞 (but i invited you)

yourusername

location: cdmx, mexico

liked by maxverstappen1, isahernaez and others

yourusername me encantaste, mexico! mandame taquitos al pastor a españa, por favor! (i loved you, mexico! send me some sheperd-style taquitos to spain, please!)

tagged: isahernaez, francisca.cgomes, alexandrasaintmleux, lilymhe, carlossainz55

comments

user7 where's max's tag tho👀

⤷ user8 right like we see that last post ma'am

isahernaez a la siguiente, amiga! (to the next one, my friend!)

⤷ yourusername ya me dieron mas animas de ir 😏 (i have more encouragement to go now)

user9 y'all notice max started following y/n AND liked the post without the tag?!

⤷ user10 something fishy is going on there

⤷ user11 honestly just waiting on the double date from these four

landonorris added to their story!

caption: so yourusername is wondering if your astrology signs align

replies;

⤷ yourusername this was supposed to stay a secret

⤷ user12 first we find out lando is obsessed with zodiacs, now y/n?!

⤷ user13 who are they tryna see if their stars aligned 🤔

⤷ oscarpiastri is this why i kept hearing you two scream "THEY MATCH" from the other side of hospitality?

⤷ maxverstappen1 y/n is into astrology? hm, maybe i'll look into it

⤷ user14 i love gemini women

maxverstappen1 added to their story!

location: são paulo, brazil

caption: catching rain in brazil☔️

replies;

⤷ user15 MAX EMILIAN WHO'S IS THAT HAND BECAUSE I HAVE BOTH OF MINE ATTACHED TO MY BODY

⤷ landonorris it was rare i was there THIRDWHEELING

⤷ user16 hold up who is that hand and why does that just scream y/n because of the red fingertips

⤷ danielricciardo ew stop you're already showing each other off

⤷ charles_leclerc wait until the lestappen fans come attacking like military soldiers

⤷ carlossainz55 wait is that- THAT'S THE JACKET I GAVE HER FOR HER BIRTHDAY

yourusername

liked by lilymhe, landonorris and others

yourusername se me juntaron las estrellas y los astros

comments

landonorris sure keep bragging about it to the single people

⤷ danielricciardo im not single and i feel single

⤷ heidiberger_ okay.

⤷ danielricciardo NO KEEP GIVINGME SOME SUGA

lilymhe ahhhh sososo happy for u and ur new man ! <3

⤷ yourusername thank u lils 🤍

user17 now you can clearly see she's trying to soft launch but that is the deadpan face of max verstappen

⤷ user18 no it doesn't (im living in delusion because i want max for me)

carlossainz55 quien es el? (who is he)

⤷ isahernaez no nos conmueve eso, carlos (that doesn't concern us)

⤷ yourusername carlossainz55 mi novio (my boyfriend)

maxverstappen1 so astros is also a shortcut word for astrology but also the baseball team the astros

⤷ yourusername exactly, maxie

⤷ user19 SHE HAS A NICKNAME FOR HIM. I REPEAT, SHE HAS A NICKNAME FOR HIM

maxverstappen1 and yourusername

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maxverstappen1 i'm happy shes the gemini to my libra

tagged: yourusername

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user20 y/n said soft launch, max said fuck that

user21 I KNEW IT I KNEW IT I KNEW IT

user22 AH NEW SHIP SAILED OFF TODAY AT 13:24 HRS ALL ABOARD THE MAXY/N

⤷ user23 its gonna sink like the titanic

⤷ user24 i hope u go sink like the titanic

landonorris so happy for my fwiends

⤷ yourusername now it's time to find someone for you for the double dates

⤷ user25 I VOLUNTEER! i volunteer as tribute!

user26 now max has two spanish-speaking natives on his ears at all times

⤷ maxverstappen1 yeah i have a mexican who keeps screaming the 'mexicanos al grito de guerra' and an argentinian who moved to spain who keeps slapping my butt like i'm the bull and she's the bullfighter

⤷ yourusername you are literally in the formula one team that is named a 'bull'.

⤷ schecoperez but you love us

⤷ yourusername schecoperez vamos a seguir con el plan de enseñarle todo el vocabulario español (let's continue with the plan to teach him all the spanish vocabulary)

⤷ maxverstappen1 wait i need to google translate what you said

carlossainz55 this is how i found out.

⤷ isahernaez sorry

⤷ yourusername sorry

⤷ maxverstappen1 sorry

⤷ christianhorner sorry

⤷ charles_leclerc i knew before you ?

⤷ carlossainz55 that's the last straw, leclerc.

[gottaluvharry]

Self Care Sunday

Carlos Sainz jr x reader

Carlos surprises you, but your self care gets in the way.

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Leaning over the counter you finished touching up your charcoal clay mask. Sunday nights, to you, were always self care nights- even when you were half drunk after clubbing with Carlos because of a good result, skincare was your number 1 priority.

Exiting the bathroom with a towel in your hair, mask perfectly placed, bathrobe and slippers on, and full body moisturized you started your weekly ritual. With your favorite tv show on in the living room and the candle that smells closest to Carlos’ cologne lit on the table, you stirred your pasta on the stove and prepared the table for your dinner. Carlos was in the U.S competing in the Miami GP, and you didn’t expect him to fly home right after the race was over- but he had other plans.

For weeks he had been looking forward to the Miami race because it meant coming home to you immediately, and staying for almost a whole week. Unbeknownst to you, he was waiting at your door with flowers in one of his hands and his suitcase handle in the other while you were setting up the couch for your future movie night. Your stomach dropped at the sound of the door turning, your mind immediately thinking of the worst case scenario. You whip your head around only for your eyes to meet with your favorite pair of brown doe eyes dawned with the smile lines you loved to kiss.

“Carlos!!!” you yelled, running to him and immediately jumping into his arms, your pasta long forgotten on the stove. He laughs and drops your flowers onto the floor, opting to hold you instead without a second thought. You pulled your head of the crook of his neck and examined your fiancé in front of you. “What are you doing back so soon?” you asked, trying to keep your face straight so you don’t mess up the face mask. “I wanted to surprise you, amour” he stated, his eyes roaming across your face. “I see you’ve started your self care early tonight” he observes. You sheepishly smile at him, “yeah well I had nothing to do so I figured why not”. He can barely get over how adorable you look, and he can’t help himself when he leaned forward to kiss you, frowning into the kiss when he didn’t feel you reciprocate. “y/n why aren’t you kissing me back?” he asked with an accidental pout on his lips. “i’m sorry amour, really! i tried but my face mask makes my face all tight and i can’t really move it without messing it up” As you’re explaining, Carlos finds it hard to stay serious. He cracks a smile before he loses it and leans his head back in laughter. “What’s so funny, sainz” you ask, trying to control your smirk. “I just think you’re cute” he says. “But if you won’t kiss me because you don’t want to mess your mask up, i’ll just have to mess it up for you”

You don’t have any time to process what he means by that before he strides over to the couch, throws you down onto it, and starts to tickle you all over the place. A fit of laughter breaks out and you scream, trying to hold his wrists and push them away from you. Carlos almost smiles at both of your little hands trying to push away one of his arms with no success, and continues his attack. At this point, the clay mask on your face has cracks all over the lines on your face, and it’s completely messed up- which was exactly what Carlos was aiming for. He leans back and admires you while you hold your stomach and catch your breath.

This time, when he leans in for a kiss you return it with the same amount of passion, basking in the fact that your fiancé came home early. Allowing yourself the pleasure to be here with him is the most effective thing you’ve done on self care Sunday.

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Personally my self care days are whenever Ferrari doesn’t fuck up🥰

also, would you guys ever want me to do a tag list? if so comment or leave me a message in my inbox:)

[gottalovef1]

I'm home late. - Toto Wolff

Suddenly had some inspiration to write. :) It's a bit short and I have not written anything in a while, so apologies if there are any mistakes.

summary: Toto is coming home a little later than expected after a long weekend in Baku.

warnings: none

words: 1.6K

It was Sunday evening and you had watched the Azerbaijan GP from home, you had witnessed a though weekend for Mercedes and all you wanted was to cuddle with your husband, who was still there. You knew that you couldn’t, because it was a six hour flight home and he had not texted yet that he was on the plane, meaning that he surely would be home after midnight. He had called you after the race, saying that the team did what was their limit for this weekend, wondering why the safety car always had such a bad timing. It wasn’t the first time Lewis or George had pitted right before an incident happened causing a safety car. You told him not to worry about it too much, there are still plenty of races left and everyone has their eyes on Imola.

After Toto finished his phone call with you, he was told to do interviews, he had dismissed Lewis already since he had to go somewhere else, meaning that there was one person less to fill in the press duties. Hearing your voice made him want to go home even more. after spending so much time at home in the previous weeks it was slightly strange to be on the road again. he had planned to be home before midnight European time, but due to a long debrief and an unplanned meeting, he knew he was not going to make that. therefore he texted his wife saying he would be late so that she would just go to bed without him. Sightly annoyed after a long day he arrived back at the hotel, quickly grabbing his stuff. The whole evening he had wondered how your first weekend with the F1 academy went, this was an important moment for you, which he didn’t want to discuss over the phone.

Right as your were putting your son to bed, Toto called. “Hey, I just wanted to let you know I’m almost on the plane and that you should just go to bed because I won’t be home shortly.” You smiled at the sight, he looked a little tired and his hair was a mess. “that is fine honey, as long as I find you next to me in the morning.” you smiled weakly to your phone. “I will be there.” He smiled. “good, I just put Jack to bed, I’m sure he will be happy to see you in the morning.” Toto’s smile grew wider. “I got him a little souvenir from Baku, I’m sure he will like it.” you nodded. “you’re not bringing home another helmet are you?” Toto chuckled at your words. “no, no, don’t worry, he’ll see it in the morning.” Toto laughed. “ETA is 2AM, safe me some space in the bed.” Toto smiled weakly, indicating that he had arrived at the plane and that he had to hang up the phone. “and promise me you will not stay awake this time, I know you have a lot to tell me but we can do that during breakfast.” You chuckled. “I can’t promise but I was really thinking about going to bed early, you are not the only one who’s had a busy weekend.”  Then Toto said it was time for him to hang up the phone, you’d say goodbye to each other. You couldn’t wait for him to be next to you in the bed. You were still right outside of Jack’s room, so you checked if he was asleep or secretly overhearing the conversation you had just had with his father. “Is Papi coming home tonight?” you heard a small voice in the dark. “yes darling, he will be here in the morning.” you turned on his little night light which you’d forgotten a second ago. “And now it is time for you to sleep, it’s just one more sleep before Papi is home.” You kissed his forehead. “see ya in the morning.” that was something he’d been started to recently say every night before he went to sleep. “good night baby.” You shook your head and smiled, he sure has that goofiness from his dad.

Toto’s flight was boring, he had tried to get some sleep and ended up getting just about one hour. When he woke up he had no idea what day or time it was, also because the time on his phone had returned to the time it was in Monaco. “the time switched back and we’re a few minutes away from landing.” Bradley spoke, as he looked at Toto, trying not to laugh. “Fuck I shouldn’t have slept, I feel like I’m on another planet.” Toto spoke, his voice sore from the cold air in the plane. “you also look like you just went to another planet, but don’t worry you’re still on earth and we’re almost home.” Bradley looked on his phone. “twenty minutes to be exact.” He added. “good I’m even more tired than before.” Toto’s head was hurting like crazy. He hadn’t slept too well in Baku and for some reason he had nothing to do on the plane which made him incredibly bored before he fell asleep. “next time please wake me up when I fall asleep, this is no fun.” Toto spoke, a bit cranky. “I’ll ensure to tell everyone that travels with you.” Bradley spoke unserious. “thanks.” Causing him to laugh even more, knowing that Toto thought he sure would.

When he arrived home the lights were all turned off. Good, he thought because that would mean that you were asleep already. As quiet as possible he dropped his luggage in the hallway, before taking of his shoes and jacket and heading up the stairs. He had already done his night routine during the final minutes of the flight so that he could go straight into bed. First he checked on Jack, quietly opening the door to his room, seeing him fast asleep in his bed. It was a bit of a routine for him to check on his son right as he arrived home after his bedtime. Then he went to his own bedroom, trying not to make any sounds while opening the door. Quickly he went to the bathroom to take off his clothes not bothering to put on some pajamas, almost dropping his belt on the concrete floor, which would’ve woken up the whole neighborhood for sure. He looked at the belt in his hand, which had almost reached the floor  for a second, before laying it down on a towel so that it would not make a sound. He turned off the light and then used the brightness of his phone as a light to find the bed. He stopped for a second, enjoying the sight of you sleeping in the bed. Your hair was already a mess but he still wondered how he got so lucky to have you as his wife. Carefully he put his phone down on the nightstand, not unlocking it so that he would still have a source of light as he got in the bed carefully.

You were a light sleeper, so you felt movement onto the bed. You kept your eyes closed, but you couldn’t resist smiling a little knowing that your man was back home. You were sure of it when you felt his leg against yours, as you may have been a little bit off your side of the bed onto his. This was also the confirmation you needed to turn over and move a bit closer to him. He knew by then that you weren’t really sleeping anymore and he was sure of it when you opened your eyes for a second. “hi.” You whispered, you noticed the source of light which made you able to see his face. He simply replied with a kiss on your forehead. “how was the flight.” You’d always ask that. “good, lets talk in the morning.” you opened your eyes again as you heard his sore voice. “are you ok?” you wondered, looking into his eyes, he looked like a ghost. “yea, I fell asleep on the plane and I woke up with a headache, sore voice and the feeling that I was on another planet.” You couldn’t help but chuckle. “let me guess Bradley brought you back to planet earth.” Toto just nodded. “yea, it was just switching time zones. “you’re just tired honey, let’s just get some sleep.” you moved closer to him, resting your head on his shoulder and moving your hand through his hair and letting it rest on his neck, carefully pulling him closer so you could kiss him. Those small kisses meant so much though they were so little. He then shifted a little so his head was on the same level as yours, wrapping his strong arms around you while he cuddled into your neck. “looks like you missed me after all.” you whispered, moving your fingers through his hair. “always, keep going.” He mumbled into your neck. “good night my love.” You whispered, placing a soft kiss on his cheek. “love you.” he muttered before letting out a big sigh. You just knew how tired he was from the fact that he didn’t bother sleeping in just a boxer, which you thought was funny. You smiled into his hair, continuing moving your fingers through his hair before the both of you fell into a deep sleep.  No matter how often he was gone, no matter how used you were to it, there was no better feeling than falling asleep and holding onto each other like it’s been months since you last saw each other.

[sp00kysk3lly]

Not one person fought for me in my life.

Not my teachers (primary and secondary), not my doctors (former and current), therapists.

Neither of them have fought for me to receive the best care, treatment, help that I SEVERELY needed.

There was one therapist, one person, who contacted my doctor, and said “I think this child has autism and an assessment should be made.” What my doctor did? Ignored it. Didn’t even respond. So one person KNEW I had autism and wanted me to have a referral, but GAVE UP trying once my doctor ignored her!!!

I always find myself, fighting for people in my life. Especially my friends. But they never do the same for me. If I messaged them and told them I was done and that I’m going to end it. They wouldn’t even respond. They wouldn’t say “no! Don’t do that, don’t even dare do that. I’m here. If you need to call me, or video call me, then please do it but don’t do anything so severe.” They’d just ignore it or read it and never respond.

They wouldn’t tell me they miss me. They wouldn’t tell me that they love me and that they will fight for me to stay on this planet. But no. I get nothing like that. Not a single thing.

I’ve seen it when I post things on instagram, (they’re not attention seeking. But I guess they sort of are because I just want my friends to reach out to me and ask me what is wrong). But when I post them no one is in a hurry to message me. No one is commenting telling me to message them.

Like recently I gave my so-called “best friend” a piece of his own medicine and read his message and never responded for a week. He then messaged me Sunday night and just spoke about when he could come here and see me.

No “how are you”?” No “are you ok?” No “I saw you read my message and didn’t respond, is everything ok?” Nothing. Just dates to when he could come here.

I don’t even want him here. But I have no choice. I can’t confront people. I can’t do that. It’s not in my personality to do that. I wish I could though. I wish I could tell him and everyone else in my life who pretends to care.

I wish I could tell them that you’re a shitty friend. I don’t want you round my house because all you want to do is play on my new PlayStation to see if it’s worth it. And when you do get a PlayStation, you will ONCE AGAIN not want to play a game with me.

This friend use to play GTA 4 and GTA 5 with me. Then he just stopped for no reason. I asked him to play and he just was like “I can’t be bothered tonight.” And this friend use to sleep round my house every time he stayed here, now he doesn’t? But he can go around his other friends and sleep there. Why not my house? Why don’t you want to anymore? It makes NO SENSE!

But yeah, no one has fought for me. The signs/traits of autism were right there! Right in front of their fucking faces! And now, 21 YEARS LATER I have to watch my own nephew get the help and fucking support that I should have got. And it makes me angry. It makes me want to murder those people who failed me and set me up to fail and never fought for me.

I was called fucking ODD by my DOCTOR! My own fucking GP called me ODD from when I was a toddler to when she retired in 2016! What fucking doctor does that? I am AUTISTIC! Not odd or weird or a freak.

And I’ve looked up the definition and the synonyms of ODD, there’s nothing good. There’s not one fucking word that is associated and used as a replacement word that is positive or good!

I think I might end it. I really do. I don’t want to be here anymore. Everyone and everything is getting worse. Worse and worse. It’s never going to get better for me. So why am I waiting around for that “better time”? It’s not worth it. It won’t get better. It will only get worse.

I’m done….

[schuministyles]

Hi can you do an imagine about DR where the reader is dating him and work at the emergency and Daniel had like a crash or something and then he goes to the emergencies where the R work and she/he has to take care of him but didn't know that he was him and was surprise to see him ? Thank you and sorry for my English this is not my first language

Heartbeat. (DR3)

♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡

Notes: Changed it a little bit, hope you like it lovely anon, and don't worry about your English 🥺. This was a little personal because I'm actually in med school so I enjoyed it a lot.

Warnings: Mention of accident, non blood or anything. Sweet Daniel is a warning. English is not my first language but I try my best in each post.

"Take care please" you pleaded while hugging tightly your boyfriend Daniel, he laughed a bit and stroked your back with the tips of his fingers sending chills through your spine.

" I'm always carefull, dove" he reassured calling you the sweetest nickname he had for you.

His arms pulled you closer if it was even possible, and kissed your hair line to comfort you, it was hard for both of you saying goodby, even after all the time you have been together long distance still hurted.

" You are always the tough one between us, why are you suddenly so soft? " the australian teased as a form to make less tension between the two of you.

Annoyed you punched him playfully in the arm, he acted like his arm hurted really bad, and proceeded to kiss your lips as many times as possible, he knew that there was not much time.

"Dan, you have to leave or you are going to miss your flight" you mumbled against his soft lips that tasted like the coffee he was drinking earlier, even when you wanted him to stay you had to be his inner voice keeping him completing his responsabilities .

The McLaren driver kissed your lips again makiing sure to remember the taste of your mouth, his arms tightened again around your waist and he putted his chin against the top of your head loving each second that the last physical contact lasted.

When he letted go you felt so empty, and you looked at his face where his signature smile faded, he kissed your hand and turned around walking to his gate.

You couldn't keep looking and walked to the exit, trying to start thinking on your work to keep away the sad feeling deep inside of you.

---

" I miss you, little one" the australian said one of your nights of FaceTime "You look tired, Did you sleep well?" maybe your under eye bags where really noticeable.

Without doubt you nodded, but in reality to cope with the fact that you missed him so bad you took every shift working as emergency staff in the local hospital where you worked.

" Y/N "

He called you without a nickname or petname letting you know he was not sure if he could trust your word.

" Dan "

" Tell me the truth"

" I'm okay, I promise, actually I'm starting to enjoy been apart, I'm really used to you been really annoying that I didn't remember how it felt to have some peace and quiet " you teased.

The australian putted his hand on his chest acting offended by your words, but then smiled "Soon we are going to be together, one week until I'm in our home".

---

Daniel didn't find it funny when he found our you were working on the GP weekend, you didn't really looked at the calendar when accepting the shift and there he was making you hear each excuse that you could give to your superiors, but it was not that easy and he knew it.

" Dove, please, you have to call in sick" he suggested snaking his arms around your waist refusing to leave the bed and go to the gym until he was sure you will be there in the paddock with him.

" I can't baby, it's a hospital, I can't just pretend I'm sick" you explained again, " I promise I will try my best to see the qualy".

The driver sighted hiding his face on the crook of your neck.

" My love, in order to be there on Sunday I have to work today", you turned to your side now facing him, "I'm sure you will have a good weekend".

" I'm just going to miss you to much" he said under his breath.

----

" I wasn't aware that GP weekend ment a lot of accidents" Gia your friend since med school and colleague entered saying to the staff spare room.

You sighted, only having the opportunity to sit down some minutes ago, you were tired but also disappointed because you didn't have time to catch a break to answer any of Daniel's missed calls or at least look in your phone how did qualy go.

" I'm one 'my child had a heatstroke' away from quitting " you snapped, "my feet are killing me".

" I need someone in bed 7" Joe, your boss announced entering the room " I have an anaphylaxis case and can't look at it my self".

Gia and you looked at each other, you gave her a warning look, but soon she opened her mouth.

" I'm going to have lunch, but Y/N has your back" the smartass claimed.

Not really amused you went out, some nurses asking you to give some instructions to the patients that were not really at risk distracting you from your main job.

" Y/N! Please bed 7!" Joe snapped when he saw you taking care of a discharge.

Frowning you entered the little space of bed 7 where the curtains where closed, you imagined the worst feeling guilty for not coming sooner.

" Dove? " you stomach turned upside down.

" Daniel? " you asked turning around to see you soulmate resting in the hospital bed with an orthopedic collar around his neck.

" I missed you" he tried to make it seem less serious.

" What happened? " you asked quickly getting to his side and starting to do the usual physical exam you did in car accidents.

The McLaren driver started explaining the accident to you, your heart beating hard against your chest everytime he mentioned smashing himself against the barriers.

You were really having trouble focusing, but you had to keep it professional giving instructions to the nurses and the med students that were around.

"You look really good with that stethoscope in your neck" the australian flirted, "Let's not talk about the white coat".

" Shut up! I'm trying to work" you protested.

" One kiss will make me feel better" he insisted making a kissy face.

" It would not Mr. Ricciardo"

He laughted a bit when you putted a light for his pupils to react, finally he looked around and brought you closer to him pulling you by your hips.

" This seems like a bring your boyfriend to work day" he joked while you rolled your eyes before giving up and kissing him.

[notlycheesden]

Rearview Mirror

Heyyo ✌🏻 this is my first written piece for Endeavor , as a gift for my friend @kogo for the evil exchange. so I hope you like it my dude 👍🏻. A piece I will def be coming back to write more for sure.

⤍ Endeavour x reader

⤍ 3.6k

⤍ TW.incest, TW.dubcon, TW.father/daughter

⤍ Summary:

Enji was trying to be a better father, a better man.

And you never lied to him.

Guess it was a time for a lot of firsts.

Everything was always red between the both of you.

It's past four when his phone rings.

He was awake. even on his day off -those becoming more frequent now- years of routine were still strong. His body alert and aware way before the break of dawn for hours of training before patrol, and later to go to his own agency, the literal empire that wouldn't run itself.

He was pretending to be asleep, unmovable laying on his stomach, face buried on his pillow. Deep breaths in and out in a rhythmic pattern. His massive frame takes most of his king-size bed that for more than a decade he slept right in the middle, no reason to let the right side of it unoccupied.

It was almost meditation-like. There in the quiet and calm of his bedroom between his sheets, he could organize -or at least try- his thoughts. A time in his day where he gets lost in self-reflection. The things he would have to do that day, what work in his agency he would have to supervise, and even stubbornly he would do a little steaming out, analyzing his “actions and emotions”, passing commentary from the resident agency therapist threw his way.

“A strict but good man, if not for some, mishaps, from your intense and fiery nature.” was his professional opinion about Endeavor. The man really lived to throw things his way.

It used to help calm his turbulent mind. But lately there was nothing in his head but turmoil.

It was something he would do until 6 AM, when he couldn't take any longer and had to get up, body and muscles aching from staying in bed for too long, the sun already rising on the horizon, painting the sky with yellows, pinks, and reds.

The silence of his room is broken by the ring of his phone. Instead of the familiar tone of the morning alarm, it was his normal ringtone. When he opens his eyes, the room was not bright as he expects, still shrouded by darkness. Endeavor sits on his bed at once, alert.

Getting it from the bedside table quickly, his posture falls when he catches the time and the already saved contact of who was calling him: Natsuo.

Enji picks up, but before he could question the call, the time, or even say hello, Natsuo speaks, voice grave and serious.

“You need to pick up your daughter right now.”

It’s a punch to the gut. One that makes all the air from his lungs escape at once. In a second, he feels like he is thrown into a rollercoaster.

The only thing he can muster in his shock is a guttural and deep bark of incredulity “What?”

Natsuo cuts Enji off immediately. His tone triggering him into snapping, memories hushing in -not the time for this- “She just called. She was a crying mess, begged me to come for her but I live two hours away-Shouto is on patrol and not picking up and Fuyumi is with her fiance's family at the onsen-”

Enji inhales sharply. Dread takes hold of him while he can't even see straight with the sudden rush of adrenaline, sirens blasting off in his head.

“She was supposed to be with fuyumi at the onsen.” His voice echoes back at him in his bedroom walls, he doesn't realize he is shouting.

“Look, this is really not the time. She has no money and her phone’s dead. I was able to get her to tell me an address before the call dropped. she's all alone there. Are you gonna pick her up?”

Natsuo calms his own breaths now after snapping and shouting back, and he can hear shuffling noises on his father’s side of the line. The older man was up in a second, not really seeing anything, rushing through his stuff picking his keys and wallet. He hates the way his father could make him snap so easily.

Enji was completely distraught.“She said she was going to be with fuyumi…” He mutters under his breath while running through the corridors, even forgetting the phone by his ear, his son still on the line.

But Natsuo hates even more the blatant difference in the way his father treated all of them and you in comparison. Always. Like he could fix his mistakes. Hide his sins.

“Well. Think your little princess lied to you old man.”

Enji didn't even register the venom in his son's words, nor when he hangs up on him.

He’s out of the house in a blink. He tries not to rip the door out of its hinges on his way out.

——

He drives fast, almost no other car in the streets making it easier to speed up in his nervous state. The GPS voice droning about the directions, a forty-minute drive that he would make in twenty.

you said you were going to spend the weekend with your sister.

You lied to him.

Enji’s heart hammers in his chest and his flames burst multiple times on his face out of control. His grip on the wheel tightens to ground his shaking hands, his jaw set with such force that he could feel a headache already forming.

Thoughts were flying through his mind a mile a second. Where are you? What happened to you? Who were you with? Were you safe? Why were you crying?

Why did you lie to him?

It was like his heart was being squeezed by dread and being broken at the same time.

You were his youngest. After he realized what he did to his children as a father, he tried his best to do better; connect, communicate, but he was emotionally and socially stunted -Thanks doc.- and by the time he tried to reach out, it was just a little too late.

Fuyumi was the pillar of the household, replacing their mother too much young and having to fit in a mould not meant to be hers, barely holding the treads of the family and house together. Natsuo was out of the front door as soon as he finished high school and got into med school, choosing to live in the dorms and work part-time rather than stay at the manor. Shoto was another history in itself.

And there was you, a couple of years younger than your now up-in-the-ranks pro hero brother, at the time just a pipsqueak. Too young to remember Rei, remember the worst of Endeavor.

And when he tried to connect, you were there. As if just waiting. Wanting your father to look at you. Frail and innocent and just in want of care, of attention, of love. You welcomed him into your life with open arms and heart.

Enji did try to make it right by you. And for some time things were progressing, even his other children were starting to turn their heads around his direction.

Until Touya’s incident.

The media cracked down on him and his family with a vengeance, almost nothing was left unturned or whole.

Natsuo was the first to cut ties. Shouto threw himself into his hero work, completely closing himself off. Even Fuyumi decided that she was done, took the next step, and went to live with her now fiance, completely ignoring whatever Enji tried to shout about costumes or honor.

Then it was just the two of you.

He tried to be a good father.

He was a quiet man in his private life, strict and with a violent nature, but he reached out for outside help to make it right. An older and trustworthy housekeeper to not chain his daughter down at the manor, guidance from therapist to help him become a better father, a better man, anything to do right this time.

Call it atonement, call it his redemption, call it hypocrisy, he didn't care.

He only cares that at the end of the day, you were there at his side, happy.

This morning he saw the note on the fridge.

Going to onee-san family trip,

Be back on Sunday.

You never had lied to him before.

Guess it was a time for a lot of firsts.

——-

The music blasting through the night tipped him off even before his car's GPS tells him he arrived at the destined location.

He parks way down the street and assesses the place inside the darkness of his car.

Enji’s way out of the city now and inside the industrial district, the building seems old and falling to pieces, people are lingering all around the street, but it’s thicker there. At surface level the building was empty, but the music was definitely coming from there.

He dreads the worst.

Getting out of the car still in his sleeping sweatpants and tee, he throws the hood of his workout jacket over his hair to conceal himself. He’s going for discretion, get you and get out, no need to make this a public affair. Not with this, not with you, not right now.

He searches around but still can't find you. Half an hour has passed since Natsuo called. He's in a frenzy. Endeavor forces himself to calm down and think.

His son didn't mention music. He looks far into the street and he can see the entrance of an alleyway, he hushes there.

His stomach tied in knots when he sees in the dark your small figure crouched down beside a dumpster. your shoulders ate shaking with silent sobs holding your dead phone for dear life, trying to make yourself smaller than you already were, head down.

Enji barks your name and your head snaps to the entrance of the alleyway in shock, your body trembling and fat tears running down your smudged makeup.

“Daddy!”

In a second you were up and running, throwing your body against him and hugging his middle. He doesn't know what to do first, but he opts for following his instincts. Enji hugs your shaking form, shushing you lightly while petting your head. He doesn't know if it's him or you who's shaking more.

He doesn't remember how, but he manages to walk both of you to his car without being seen, his hulking form covering your smaller one.

He's shaking. When Enji puts you in the passenger seat and the car lights momentarily shine everything in an amber glow, rage fills his chest. You are in a dress he has never seen before, he knows it was not yours. He would never allow a thing like that or let you use it in public. Your makeup that before being ruined by your smudging and crying, was heavy and meant to seduce.

He closes your door and gets in the car.

He's shaking.

——

Enji can only control himself enough to not rip the wheel or step on the gas right through the flooring for only three blocks. and thank the gods again for the hour, because he could not quite see the streets in front of him. If they weren't deserted while he drives double the velocity permitted, it would be likely that the fears of his family being again under the cruel and ravenous judgment of the public eye would become reality, although for a completely different reason from the ones he has been dreading until this point.

When he reaches the fourth block, he makes a sudden stop, turning and parking harshly with the front of the car almost all the way over the curb, the tires skidding loudly into the quiet of the night and scaring you out of your still shell shock state. your small sniffles stop when you let out a muted yelp of surprise.

Enji quickly pries his hands that have a death grip on the wheel and smash the roof of the car to turn the lights on in such a way that later he’s impressed he didn't send the entire ceiling flying. As fast as he did that and the darkness of the car is now cast in warm gold, his hands are on your small frame like a striking snake, a big calloused one gripping your face between meaty fingers, squeezing your wet cheeks and the other one in your far shoulder, turning you in his direction with a barely controlled yank. Enji wasn't sure if the shaking was coming from your body or his.

He's frantic, hectic, eyes going up and down your body trying to find anything, something. “Are you hurt? tell me,” His voice is harsh, too loud into the small space. You jump startled, but his grip locks you in place, he doesn't notice.

Why did you come to a party? Why are you dressed like this? Why did you do this?

“Are you?? Someone did something? Gave you something, touched you?” He barks again louder, bending and twisting to be in your face now, eyes scanning all over your body. But again and again, they would be drawn to the too short hem of your dress, from your ruined tearstained makeup and down again to your soft and creamy thighs, trying to find a mark, a scratch, a stain. Anything, something.

“Fucking answer me!”

“Dad please!”

Enji lets you go as if you just slap him in the face. He blinks.

You are shaking. Looking at him in fear, silent tears running down your cheeks. Your jaw is set as you try to hold your whimpers back, his fingers make red marks bloom on your face and arm under his digits.

Memories come back rushing. Phantoms scourging in blue flames.

He releases you as if you burn him.

His hands hover in place, and he doesn't dare to move, still crowding you. Both of you staring at each other in fear and confusion as if something would break.

He slowly backs away, and you keep still. He turns the light off and stares at the road.

Enji couldn't take more things between both of you breaking.

He takes a deep breath. Starts the car again to drive back home.

——

Friday nights are your nights.

Enji doesn't really remember when it started. But he knows it wasn't something that was spoken of or agreed beforehand. It happened once, then twice, then his job got in the way, then thrice, and when he noticed, it was a routine between him and his daughter.

Like most things between both of you, it just… fell into place. And it just felt right.

Endeavor would arrange his schedule in a way so that his Fridays would be empty, any emergency at the agency could be easily solved that way, patrols and hero work set on the weekends so he could come home at a sensible hour, just by dinnertime.

He would be just taking his blazer and shoes off at the entrance when Enji would hear your running steps from the kitchen, your pinky apron-clad figure hushing to meet him with a bright smile, eyes shining.

you would get a hold of his tie and gently tug down for him to bend at the waist to your level, your arms were thrown in a warm hug on his neck and a sweet and lengthy kiss on his cheek after he steps through the threshold. you would giggle against his face from the tickles you got from his stubble while warmly welcoming him, the food still hot on the table.

It was one of your multiple habits together, just the two of you. And it felt right.

It was routine. And it felt so domestic, warm and right.

Friday nights are your nights. After he gets home, you guys have dinner, something you cooked by yourself, sending the older housemaid away earlier.

Sometimes it is a new recipe, sometimes something you already tried before. But it's always good, and when Enji compliments your cooking skills and how much he enjoys it, your cheeks blush red. You daintly try to hide your smile as you thank him, bashful behavior so alluring even when he knows is just a little act, playing coy. There's warmth in his chest.

The lights in the dining room cast everything in this whimsical warm glow and maybe it's the beer, but Enji thinks it reflects lovely on you and the color of your blouse today. He says so.

“Looking so pretty tonight, princess.”

The red on your cheeks grow stronger. From across the table, he hides his smirk behind his can at seeing how you fidget in place, trying to contain your coquettish smile while biting your plush bottom lip. The warmth spreads lower.

Only later it dawns on him. Enji was flirting with his own daughter. And it was a habit.

It was routine.

Enji is sprawled on the big sofa comfortably, already showered and in his sleeping clothes after dinner, the second movie of the night halfway through.

It was a period drama and he tries to pay attention to the main points for your quiz about it the next day, but he was mostly checked out, lulled by the comfy dark of the living room, the buzz of the beers he drank, sleep and your warm body draped over his.

He doesn't really remember when it started, but he knows it was gradually. One day in your Friday movie nights, he notices you were glued on his side, and on the next one you had an arm draped over his torso while both of you were laying on the reclining couch, and since then, you were always over him, arms and thighs and breasts glued to his body, but most of the time cutely laying on his chest.

That night was no different. You are laying on his broad chest, using your arm as leverage to look down and back at the tv in front of the sofa, and for you to not slip he has one big palm over your waist and the other in a secure hook on the slope of your knee, propping your bent leg higher across his stomach. Your breathing matches his, and if not by your little grunts and noises of surprise, the redhead would have thought you had fallen asleep on him. It would not be the first time.

The clothes you are using are small and had hiked up a long time ago, a loose tank top and booty shorts, both of them old and worn out, sleep clothes.

From where he was, he could see all your body over his. From the crown of your head to the slope of your waist as it dipped under his scarred hand. His gaze follows the curve of your thigh draped over his waist to the fat of your ass pointing high. He muses in a daze that he could see the inside of your tank top, the soft swell of a breast making an appearance. He leers.

You move a little, and this time, he can make out the shade of a nipple. It’s pert and small and pretty, and blood rushes to his clothed cock, but is late, and he's tired and buzzed out. It doesn’t connect in his mind.

You move. you are getting yourself higher on his chest. Enji feels small hands wandering under his shirt. Presses of lips on his neck. Wet kisses on the stubble on his jaw.

The soft touches pull him deeper. There's a young and wanton body over his. It’s been so long since he truly touched another, let himself be touched. Smooth lips and an uncertain tongue were kissing him, and he wants to devour them. It’s hot and burns and makes his insides coil, his cock hard and heavy inside his pants. A warm slit humping it.

Could have been the tiredness, the beer, the comfort of the situation, anything really.

Enji kisses you like a man starved. Head moving and ravaging your much smaller mouth with his tongue. His hand yanks your tank top down exposing your breasts, and now he’s pulling and pinching the sweet nipples in a way that makes you moan against his tongue with a voice he couldn't recognize.

His other hand was down at your ass, guiding your movements back and forth on his erection with vigor, the friction against your slit makes you weak, but he keeps you moving, his calloused hand encompassing most of your behind. At each needy thrust his fingers would slide down between the cleft of your ass more and more.

His meaty fingers push the bottons of your shorts aside with a flick of his wrist, and now he's touching directly your puffy lips that are messy and wet all over. Enji growls in your mouth as you moan louder when he starts playing with your pussy, a pitched whine as he flicks your clit up and down, a strong hold on your breast.

A loud bang from the TV is what snaps him back to reality.

It was his daughter.

His daughter was over him. It was his daughter that was humping his cock, that he was sucking her small tongue and tweaking her nipples until he made her squeal.

He jumps to his feet and throws you across the couch.

Different from him, you look wide awake. Flushed face and startled eyes stares up at him, exposed breasts still heaving. Nipples rosy and hard. Between your legs, a glistening trail of where his fingers dragged when he ripped them off of you. Your shorts are drenched.

There's a moment of silence.

Enji snaps. He sprints to his bedroom, leaving you alone in the living room.

He locks his door, drops to the floor, and whips his hard and heavy cock out. in three pumps, thick ropes of cum cover his hand and clothed middle.

Taking big gulps of air trying to calm his breathing, his eyes glancing everywhere in a panic state, he looks down, and spot the wet patch on his clothed thigh. Yours juices that leaked on him. Its still in his other hand, fingers wet.

Enji wants to cry.

He tried to be a good father.

He ruined it again.

[alinastracker]

I MADE SOME BREAKFAST IF YOURE HUNGRY for my beloveds pls if u so wish

ANYTHING FOR U MY LOVE

Better Late Than Never

Mal had been half-watching a replay of the England-Scotland game, half falling asleep the previous night when his phone sent him jolting awake.

Beep-beep, is that my bestie in a Tessie? Fresh blow out, skin on tan, ooh, she ready Bitch, you look goodt, with a T at the end I'ma hype her every time, that my motherfuckin' friend

He knew from the ringtone alone who was calling, so where normally he might pause before taking a call — he'd go mental talking to one more damn scammer — Mal answered instantly, fumbling to bring the phone up to his ear.

"'Ello," he answered, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. He quickly checked the time on his phone and frowned. 12:30 AM. His roommate slash best friend slash unrequited love of his life never called this late. She was either already home, sitting beside him on the couch watching a bad movie, or settled in her destination for the night. Genya's. Inej's. That asshole she'd been hooking up with.

"Mal?" Alina said, her voice shaky. It sounded like she was crying.

He was up in an instance, already moving to the door, stuffing his feet into slides and grabbing his keys, any thought of sleep long forgotten.

"Send me your location."

By the time she did, he was already in the car, flooring it out of the building's parking garage. Alina was sniffling, trying to hide just how upset she was. But he knew, he always knew.

"Did he hurt you, 'Lina?"

"Mal—"

"I swear, I'll kick his ass. I can call Nikolai for backup, but I'm sure I can take him on my own."

"Can you stop being a stereotypical man for five seconds, please."

He sighed. "Right, 'course. Sorry." Mal glanced at the GPS on his phone. Thank the saints she was close. "I'm five minutes away. Do you want me to stay on with you?"

"No," Alina said, followed by another sniffle that only made him drive faster. "Just hurry. And can we get chips?"

Twenty minutes later, they were back at the flat, Alina with a McDonald's bag and chocolate milkshake in her hands. Her makeup was smeared all over her face, a mess of black smudges. How dare her, he thought, still look so fucking beautiful.

Mal had tried asking her what happened, but she'd only shaken her head.

"I don't want to talk about it," she had said, her voice so delicate that he nearly turned the car around and let toxic masculinity win this round.

Instead he took her to get her food, then drove them home. Let her lock herself in her room, and by the sounds of it, cry some more.

It was morning now and Mal was standing in nothing but his old plaid jim-jams, fixing up breakfast for the two of them. Crepes, because he knew she loved her sweets, and hash browns, just in case she still had a hankering for potatoes. He got out their old wooden serving tray they only ever used when one of them — or more often, both of them — were sick and wanted soup in bed. Mal stacked up the crepes, piled on the hash browns, bringing all the sugary syrup and wicked hot sauce she liked for the respective items, and knocked on her bedroom door.

Alina appeared a few moments later. She was still wearing last night's clothes, her hair up in a clip yet still all over the place, some of the makeup still holding out on her face. She looked tired, and he wondered how much she had actually slept.

"What's this?" she asked, the hint of a smile on her face.

Mal shrugged. "Err, I made some breakfast, if you're hungry?"

"Crepes and hash?"

He nodded.

She smiled a real smile then — the smile he liked to think she saved for him alone, but he knew better. Alina motioned for him to follow her in, and they settled on her bed together.

"This is all for me?" she asked, holding up the single fork he'd brought along. When he nodded, she laughed. "Mal, this is enough food for an army. Go get a fork, you dork." She backed up the statement by poking his side, and Mal blushed.

A moment later, he was back with a fork, and for a while, the two of them ate in silence.

When they had reached the point of only picking at the remaining food, he asked, "Do you want to talk about last night?"

Alina sighed. "I do suppose I owe you an explanation."

"You don't owe me anything," Mal said. "I just want to make sure you're okay."

She looked down, fiddling with the end of her dress. The fabric had started to bunch up, exposing so much of her thigh and — no, nope, this is not the moment, Malyen.

Blowing out a breath, she said, "I went there for a hook up. You probably guessed that. But, I don't know. When it came to actually . . . hooking up, something in me just didn't want it." She was still looking anywhere but his face. "And I told him that, and he stopped. He didn't try — it wasn't like that. But he got really, really angry. Said I had no right coming over and drinking his alcohol and dressing the way I did just to hold out. And then I started crying and he got even angrier."

Mal couldn't help it. He pushed the breakfast tray away and wrapped his arms around her. Alina relaxed against him, tucking her head under his chin. She always had been tiny like that.

"I was just really scared. So I ran out and I called you. That's it, that's all that happened. It was my fault—"

"Don't you dare," he whispered into her hair. "It's not remotely your fault, Alina. I don't care what you drank or how you dressed. You should know that more than anyone, miss self proclaimed raging feminist."

Alina laughed, and it was better than any song he'd ever heard. Just hearing her laugh after last night, after hearing how upset she had been. He hadn't really relaxed, he realized, until that exact moment, with her safe and laughing in his arms.

"I'm sorry, Mal," she said softly, taking him by surprise.

"Sorry for what?"

"For doing this to you, every time. Any mess that I get myself into, I always call you, and you're always there. Every time."

"Of course, 'Lina. You don't have to apologize." Mal swallowed the lump in his throat and hoped she hadn't noticed. "That's what best mates do, huh?"

"Right," she muttered. "Best mates."

"You don't sound very pleased with that," he teased, disguising the sting in his chest.

The room was dark for a Sunday morning, storm clouds ruining any chance for sunlight. But he could still see the look on Alina's face as she pulled back, the same look she got when she was doing something new, whether it be riding his skateboard for the first time or asking out a stranger, nervous but determined.

"You're right," she said, softly, firmly. "I'm not pleased with that."

Time was moving too fast. In a blink, Alina was closer than ever, pressing her lips to his. And like an idiot, he froze.

She pulled back when he failed to respond, disappointed but not defeated. "Sorry," she said. "There's a reason none of my hook ups have been working lately, and I just had to try."

Mal shook his head, trying and failing to form words. So he forced time to slow and kissed her instead. Softly, firmly. An exploration he had imagined so many times, and none of them held a light to the real thing.

Alina curled her arms around his neck, pressing herself closer. She was so soft, from her lips to where his hand rested on the small of her back. When she ran her tongue along his lower lip, Mal opened for her, and they moaned into each other. She tasted sweet from the syrup with the occasional lick of heat from the hot sauce. Though there was plenty of the latter between them already.

Neither of them said anything for a long moment when they finally pulled away, sucking air into their lungs. But their eyes were locked, and after all these years, they never needed words.

Alina was on him again in moments, their kiss no longer soft and sweet, but hard and desperate. Mal bit down on her lower lip, she felt her way across his bare chest, left scratches down his back when he started kissing her neck.

He's not sure which one of them kicks the breakfast tray off the bed. Maybe they both had a role. But at the sound of crashing dishes, they broke apart once more.

"Oops," Alina mumbled.

"Shit," Mal breathed. "We should probably clean that."

"Yeah, 'suppose. Ants or whatever."

A moment of silence stretched between them as neither made a move toward the mess on the floor.

"I mean, the ants won't move too fast," Mal reasoned.

"Not at all. We're on the third floor, anyway."

One look, and Mal reached for her again. Alina giggled as his mouth found her neck once more, her hand taking hold in his hair, directing him. Meanwhile, he was positive he currently had the most throbbing erection of his life. As if sensing this, Alina rolled her hips against his, and when she gasped, he knew she had felt it.

"'Lina—"

"Saints, Mal. You're . . . wow."

He was blushing again. "I'm sorry."

"Sorry? Why the hell are you sorry?"

"Because you were just talking about that twat pressuring you for sex! Not exactly time for the erection from hell!"

Alina laughed. "Mal, I didn't want fuck him. But I've wanted to fuck you for five years."

"Well now you tell me."

They both laughed then, and Alina pulled him into another kiss.

"Better late than never?"

Mal groaned as she rolled her hips again. "Definitely."

That morning, after living in their flat for three years, Mal and Alina got their first noise complaint.

Two Months Later

Mal was half-asleep, half-watching some shitty horror movie on a lazy Sunday afternoon, when the sound of his phone had him jolting awake.

Can I go where you go? Can we always be this close forever and ever? And ah, take me out, and take me home You're my, my, my, my Lover

He didn't have to check before answering. Mal knew exactly who was calling.

[anotherhamiltonblog]

Foreign Touch ch 4

Chapter Summary: Adeline and Thomas finally meet and go out! What do you think is gonna happen? Will things go smoothly or will things end in disaster?

Warnings: Once again, I didn’t proofread. Sorry <3 cursing? FLUFF annnnd Alexander being an asshat.

Word Count: 1,850 (Give or take)

Previously 

(new cover! made by ME. I like it!)

Enjoy!

Y/N really didn’t have much time to process what was going on when she was being woken up on Sunday. After spending all of Saturday with a group of kids to help them study at the public library. Only to come home and help Alex with his speech and work on the posters. Y/N was tired, her Saturday turned out to be busy, it didn’t help that she stayed up texting Thomas. In fact, that’s how she fell asleep. Phone on the pillow besides her head.

“Y/N!” a voice yelled out and Y/N groaned in response.

Opening an eye, she saw the time before narrowing her eyes. Who the hell was bothering her at 8 o’clock in the morning on Sunday?

“Y/N! Why the HELL are you texting Jefferson!” the voice yelled out again and this time Y/N sat up.

Seeing Alexander standing beside her bed, with her phone in his hand. Y/N’s mouth opened and closed a few times. “I mean, I’m helping him with something.” She said slowly and shrugged.

“What? Why the fuck would you do that? He’s an asshole, remember? We all agreed on that!” Alex ranted off while Y/N got up and slipped on her house slippers.

As she walked out of her room, Alex right behind her. Y/N rolled her eyes.

“No, Alex… YOU said he’s an asshole because he beat you in the debate from History class in sophomore year!” she narrowed her eyes at her brother. Knowing full well their parents and friends were around and listening to them. “He never did shit to me. I ignored him so I wouldn’t put up with your bullshit complaining.”

“Now wait a minute….”

But Y/N never let him finish. “If the shoe fits wear it, Alex. You are the biggest drama queen I know. And I’m around cheerleaders all the time!”

Thanking her mom for the vitamin shake, she kissed her parents cheeks before turning around and heading back to her bedroom. Ignoring the boys as they tried to hide their laughter.

Y/N: ‘Wanna meet up to go over the plans?’ T. Jeff: ‘Thought you were gonna relax today? We can plan another day.’

Y/N found herself smiling at the text and stopped looking for an outfit to wear for the day to reply.

Y/N: ‘Well, Alex found out we’re talking. Got pissy… I need a distraction.’ T. Jeff: ‘Alright… stop by my house and we can plan. Thanks for this again.’

After they finished texting, Y/N pulled on some black skinny jeans and her black booties. A red tank top and black jacket over it. Deciding to add a colorful scarf along. With minimal makeup, just mascara, some concealer and lipstick (after brushing her teeth), Y/N made sure to spray some perfume.

As soon as Y/N was ready, she grabbed her purse and made sure to chuck her phone into the small bag before putting the strap around her shoulder. Placing sunglasses over her eyes, Y/N left her room and ignored the boys who were all sitting around the living room.

After leaving the cup she had taken to her room in the sink in the kitchen, she passed by the boys again to walk towards the front door.

“Hey! Y/N, where you going?”

“Oui, mon ange… why not stay with us?”

Y/N smiled at Hercules and Lafayette; she could always trust those two to want to hang out with her. “Sorry boys, I have plans.” She smiled waving. “But, lets get coffee tomorrow before school?” she raised an eyebrow and grinned at them.

Walking out of the house, to her car. Y/N froze when Alex called out to her.

“Tell me you aren’t going to see Jeffershit?” he asked, and Y/N had to bit down on her lip to not go off on Alex.

“Actually, I am. I promised I’d help him plan something. That’s what I plan on doing.” She sent her brother a fake smile before getting into her car.

“Oh, COME ON! He’s….” but Alex stopped talking when he felt a hand on his shoulder. Y/N glanced over and saw John was speaking to Alex. By the look on the boys face, he was not happy. Which made Y/N grin and nod to John who glanced at her.

Backing the car out of the driveway, Y/N was soon driving to the Jefferson’s house. The GPS in her car turned on and guiding her. Not that it took long, ten minutes later she was pulling up to a gate and she had to stop herself from laughing.

Pressing on the intercom button. Y/N waited. “How may I help you?” she heard a voice and with a sigh, Y/N leaned her head out the window.

“I’m here to see Thomas Jeffershi…. Uh Jefferson. My name is Y/N Hamilton.” She shook her head and waited a few more seconds before the gates opened.

Driving forward, Y/N finally parked in front of the house and got out. Rolling her eyes when she saw Thomas leaning against the front door frame with a house robe, slippers and his hair a mess.

“Jesus… you could have told me you weren’t even ready for the day!” Y/N laughed when stepping out of the car. Glancing at her watch on her wrist, it was just past 9:30.

Watching Thomas shrug, he grinned. “It seemed like you needed to get out of the house. Come on, breakfast is getting cold.” He nodded only to stand up straight as Y/N walked up the steps and finally reaching the front door.

“Breakfast? Trying to get on my good side, Tommy?” she wiggled her eyebrows and laughed at the scowl on his face at the nickname she called him.

“That ain’t cute. Don’t call me that, sweetheart.” He stepped inside and waited till Y/N was in before closing the door.

After breakfast, the two making small talk about what they did on Saturday. Y/N finding out that Thomas was at football practice almost all day, while she was tutoring all day before helping her brother.

“Can he not do his own speech?” Thomas asked and raised an eyebrow.

“Uh, he does. But he has all of us over and hear it to make sure it sounds good… so it’s us sitting around, making his posters while he reads for six hours.” Y/N shrugged. The two laughed.

Once the food was devoured, Thomas showed Y/N around the house, only to stop at the backyard. “This is where I was thinking of having the party. Lots of space, my parents love barbeques, so we could do something simple, not too fancy.” He suggested, watching as Y/N had out a small notebook and pen. Writing down ideas, only to glance down and see she had done a simple sketch of his backyard.

The sketch was simple, it had the huge pool, the lots of space and the trees. “Right, so we could do something at night… we string up lights and balloons...” she spoke softly, walking around and looking at everything and down at her notepad. “Twenty-five years represents silver… so that would be lovely. It would be in December as well. So perfect for the wintertime.” She went on, not noticing the smile Thomas had on his face as he watched her.

After a few more minutes, she set down her things and turned to Thomas, grinning. “What?” she asked, laughing quietly under her breath.

“Nothing… it’s just. You are so adorable when you plan. It’s like you forget about everything. You get a cute smile on your face as well.” He shrugged, on to notice the light pink spreading on her cheeks. “Are…. Are you blushing?” he stepped forward and Y/N shook her head.

“Whaaaat… no.”

Gulping slightly, watching Thomas, Y/N snapped out of whatever trance he had her in and turned around. “Right, uh…” she blinked a few times, trying to think of what to even say.

“Come on, lets hang out a bit. Then I’ll treat you to dinner. You know, for being so kind to help me.”

With that, the two spent the next few hours laughing and watching tv. Talking about school, Thomas’ trip to Paris and spending a whole year there.

A little past 6:30 that evening, they agreed on a pizza place to have dinner at and left the house.

Never in a million years would Y/N have thought that she would spend a whole day with Thomas Jefferson and actually enjoy herself.

»»-————　♡　————-««

The next day when Y/N, Lafayette and Hercules were walking towards the football field, Y/N dressed in her cheer workout clothes. Which was just a pair of plain black leggings, a hot pink crop sports bra and her white tennis shoes. Her H/C hair was up in a ponytail. They were each complaining about the last class with Professor George Frederick. The big-headed idiot who thought too much of himself. That and his love for giving as much homework as he possibly can.

“It’s like he wants us to get held back!” Hercules was complaining and frowning as they sat down on the beachers and Y/N passing her bag and jacket over to them.

“It’ll be alright!” She laughed and winked at the two before jogging over to the girls. Only to turn quickly on her heal when someone called out her name.

Sadly, for Y/N, the grass of the field was slightly wet and as she turned, she slipped the slightest and was about to fall. Only the fall never came. Two hands grabbed onto her waist and her own hands grabbed onto a muscular set of arms.

With a gasp, eyes wide as she looked at the man in front of her. Her body feeling like she was shocked from the touch. Y/N watched as the skin where she had grabbed onto, had handprints that matched hers. The print slowly disappearing before her eyes and so her E/C eyes looked into the wide, brown eyed male who held onto her.

She focused on his eyes, which were darting back and fourth, shining in the sunlight. They were a deep, earthy brown- the intense gaze making it, so Y/N held her breath.

“Alexander is going to kill me…” Y/N said softly, a small smile coming onto her lips.

Thomas just grinned at the girl and he shrugged. “Not if he kills me first.” Was his response before he leaned down and captured her lips against his.

The dreams now made sense, why she kept dreaming of Thomas since he came back. The pull towards him whenever they were together. He was her soulmate, the one she was supposed to be with.

Cheering could be heard from the girls, the football team whistling and hooting. Y/N could even hear Lafayette and Hercules laughing and singing about how Alexander ‘ain’t gonna be happy now’ not that any of that mattered.

Wrapping her arms around Thomas shoulders, fingers making their way into his curly hair. Y/N pressed herself closer to his body as the kiss deepened.

Monday, who would have thought that Mondays would be Y/N’s new favorite day of the week?

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[shinymooncolor]

Hi! So...

Here’s a little chat for you all this fine Sunday. Wasn’t sure I wanted to write more but after encouragement and support from @frombeauxbatons and @canesinthecrease and my favorite Rae of sunshine - I wanted to share this little thing.

As always, @lumosinlove has given us these amazing oc’s and sweater weather 💖

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Olli is introduced to a special group. Kuny is lost. Nado has great abs. Kasey is amazed. Sergei is one incident from moving to Siberia. Sunny has a lot of fun. Dumo is still a dad. He can’t help it. He really can’t. Sergei and Kuny text in Russian (just pretend and play along please). I want to be their cat. Sex dreams are discussed.

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Wednesday 3.02 am

Olli: sergei. Pick up

Olli: sergeiiiii

Olli: pick up.

Olli: code red

Sergei: someone be dead or I’m kill someone

Sergei: it’s 3 am

Olli: Kuny is missing

Sergei: where r u

Olli: their house. Nado is freaking out. Police might be involved

Sergei: give me 15

——

Wednesday 7.22 am

Dumo: did you find him?

Olli: yes.

Dumo: what happened?

Sergei: I’m kill him.

Olli: Nado called me at 3. Said Kuny was missing. I went over there and he was actually missing and they were even sober.

Dumo: where did you find him?

Olli: he was lost in the woods behind their street. Apparently he woke up when he heard a cat and he followed the sound because he thought it was princess in distress and he got lost but he did find a mama cat with tiny kittens and he got lost and of course didn’t bring his phone. He didn’t want to leave the kittens and cat and because he’s a freaky caveman he just decided to stay in the woods until someone found him.

Sunny: how did you find him?

Sergei: gps in his watch. He like baby bird. Get lost all time

Dumo: you track him? 😂

Sunny: good call. That’s what the disaster twin rescue squad is for

Sergei: I’m not want cat. He show picture to anya. Now I’m have 7 kitty and cat. I move to Siberia

Olli: hehehehe Sergei grounded him. But anya sort of undermined him by making us pancakes

—-

Friday 8.22 pm

Dumo: what just happened?

Olli: I am not sure.

Sergei: girl punch Nado? What Kuny say? They hug him and leave?

Sunny: oh. That was Vladimir

Dumo: who’s Vladimir?

Sunny: apparently it’s nado’s gay lover... when he’s messed up with girls and needs an excuse...

Dumo: they don’t know who either of them are?

Sunny: dumo my friend. We’re in la. No one knows who we are here. Haha.

Dumo: strong move.

Sunny: he’s a russian mobster. It’s fun - ask Kuny to tell you about him. Very entertaining.

Sergei: he is idiot. Embarrassed.

—-

Monday 11.20 pm

Nado: hi. Dumo. Hypothetical question

Dumo: what did you do. Do you need me to call a lawyer ? do you need me to bribe someone with tickets? Are you hurt? Will I get in trouble?

Nado: no.

Nado: So hypothetically if someone accidentally set off the alarms at the rink? How bad would it be?

Dumo: what? Nado what did you do?

Nado: it’s not my fault. I forgot my lucky boxers. Had to go back and get them. Guys switched alarm on and I’m trapped in the toilet in the locker room

Dumo: why were you in the bathroom?

Nado: my abs looked good.

Dumo: so?

Nado: I had to gift the world with that. It’s like criminal if I don’t share my abs with the world

Dumo: I’ll call management. Stay where you are.

Nado: too late. Dumo. They have tasers. They won’t taze me? Dumo

—-

Thursday 9.11 am

Z: is it bad if you have a sex dream about someone’s mother?

S: who?

Z: nado’s mom.

S: why are you telling me this.

S: it’s too early to deal with this.

Z: I don’t have anyone else to ask. He would hit me.

S: I’m not your dad.

Z: you promised mama you’d care for me

S: I promised to take care of you when you were a gangly rookie at 19 who only knew the words fuck, sex, pass, puck and Tupperware.

Z: I’m still your kid. Anya call me son and your kids are siblings to me. Help me or I’ll tell Anya you lie about late workouts when you, Sunny, Brady and dumo have your poker nights.

S: alright. Fine. If you want to do this. What happened?

Z: I mean I wasn’t having sex with her in the dream but I wanted to. She’s hot.

S: just let it go zhenya. It’s just a dream. Don’t get weird about it.

Z: you’re not helping.

—-

Olli: why are they fighting now?

Sergei: z had dream about nado’s mom.

Sunny: uh hahahahaha that’s awkward

Dumo: why did he tell him?

Olli: it’s fun to watch. When do we intervene?

Dumo: only if they become a danger to their game. Or someone else

Olli: so we’re not worried about the most passive aggressive game of loopin Louis I’ve ever seen?

Sunny: if they move on to darts we intervene. Oh. Kuny broke the game.

Sergei: I go pay bartender.

Sunny: I’ll throw in their kryptonite

Olli: what? What’s the kryptonite

Dumo: we tell them someone was hitting on Marlene. Nothing unites those two idiots than the chance to defend a damsel in distress.

Sunny: I don’t think she’s ever been a damsel or in distress. She once offered to show me how to use a melon scooper as a weapon.

—-

Blizzard: you guys won’t believe what I just witnessed

Timmyforrealz : is it sexy stuff?

Blizzard: no.

Blizzard: I was dropping by the disaster den to pick up my keyboard. Kuny kept getting booty calls

Ollibear; that’s nothing new? We once had to postpone halo night cause he was having some weird really loud sex

Blizzard; he said no

Dumodad: is he sick?

Bradygunz: @russiangod u ok?

Sunnysideup: I just dropped my favorite mug. Is he ok? Is he dying? Did his dick die? Is Kuny jr dead?

Blizzard: he said and I quote “I not see u anymore. My cat not ready for commitment”

Blizzard: it wasn’t even a euphemism. He literally said no to a booty call to have dinner with his cat. Nado too. They had candles, the cat has a freaking seat at the table with her own plate. They had their food service deliver a tuna steak for her

Sergei_81: idiots

Ollibear: it’s cute. Can cats eat tuna?

Russiangod: Princess only lady in our life.

Nadotheman: you’re all just jealous.

Prongstar: so you use your cat as an excuse to get out of relationships?

Nadotheman: she is the best investment we ever made. And that includes the massage chairs and our cinema screen

—

[donaidk]

Rhythm of Time - Part II

Happy New Years everyone! Wanted to get at least one more part out before the end of the year 🤪 so here it is, before I get back to the other two in the works. Next one will probably be a bit more action filled, but I just wanted to let you guys into the background story behind the main character, for now 😉

As always, every kind of feedback is appreciated ❤️ Thanks for reading!

Part I | You’re here | Part III | ...

Getting back from the winter break was a lot more exciting this time. Knowing that I will have a bigger role in the team’s life meant I couldn’t wait to finally get back to them. For example pre-season testing was usually not the most interesting part of the season, I still felt like it was the biggest event of the year. I knew it would just get better with the races, but at that second it was everything I was hoping for. I couldn’t even care less about having to work with Mick, as it felt like I was floating over cloud nine because of the few days I got to work in a position that gave me so much control. The only thing I hoped for was it not getting into my head too much. No one really needed me acting like a bitch who knew she could easily break someone’s online character before getting kicked off the team. Mick was a tad bit lucky that I wasn’t truly angry at him.

Travelling to Australia made everything seem even more real as I had to manage all the press day activities even before we got to the country. I knew it won’t be easy work, but I was still looking forward to it and was able to do everything with a smile staying on my face as I actually enjoyed planning everything and not just looking at the plans someone else put together. That was fun too, and the only way you can learn, but after experiencing what it’s like to manage everything myself I would have never changed it back to the original setup. Only if it was the only way to fix a horrible situation.

Arriving at the hotel I knew it would be a night full of turning and tossing as my excitement over the top for the whole flight and car ride to the hotel. I tried having a shower so I could calm down my mind, but as soon as I met up with the team again it just started racing all around the space in my head. We had a little meeting about the next few days in Mick’s room, before everyone called it a night and returned to their rooms. As I wanted to still ask about some of his preferences I stayed with him, as he was packing out a little from his suitcases. I was now just watching him after noting down his answers for my probably dumb questions.

„ Do you usually pack out even for just a few days? ” I asked curiously and saw as his movements stopped for a moment. Thinking about it he probably didn’t expect a question that wasn’t about something professional after what we just went through.

„ Yeah, usually. It feels more organized. ” He shrugged a little, getting out some more t-shirts as I realised I should probably leave. It wasn’t something that strangers should watch you do. At least that’s how I felt like. Just as I was about to stand up and leave he spoke up again. „ Are you comfortable with working next to me? Working with me? ” He asked, still looking only at his clothes.

„ Why wouldn’t I be? ” I asked back immediately before I could have thought about it. If I had waited just a second longer I would have realised what he’s talking about. Or more like implying. „ When I told you I’m over it, I meant it. I would never say something like that without it being the truth. ” I shook my head gently, still standing up from the chair because I felt like it would be better if I leave after this is over.

„ I know, or more like I hoped so. It just feels shitty to know that I acted that way and now you’re almost forced into working with me. ” He sighed, finally turning to me, although his fingers were still fiddling with one of his sweaters. „ I just know that this is still fun and games but will be a lot harder as the season goes on. I just want to make sure that we’re okay and that you know I can be trusted, even if I fucked up in the past. ” He let go of the cotton, coming closer to me but just as my breathing would have stopped from his proximity, he sat down on his bed.

„ Quite literally, yeah? ” I tried joking with him, but as soon as his expression changed I knew it wasn’t the best decision. „ Hey, I was just joking, we’re okay. I have never thought of you as someone who’s irresponsible just because you did something most teenagers do at least once in their life. ” I shook my head, still smiling so he could be sure that I meant what I said.

„ I know most people take part in it at least once, but I have never been like them. I can’t really be like them ever. Still I don’t want to be treated better than how they would be. ” He sounded anxious and I felt like he wanted me to be mad at him, because he thought he wouldn’t deserve how I treated him.

„ I don’t give a shit about who you are. ” I blatantly told him, probably stopping his rambling. „ I’m not mad at you, because you did nothing wrong. If you would do something stupid and would have treated me wrng while we were together, you wouldn’t like to be in the same room as me. Your name couldn’t have saved you from my fury. ” I shrugged looking him straight in the eyes so he would finally understand and accept the situation. „ The only thing I want you to do is to forget about it finally. The quicker we stop talking about it, the less awkward situations we’re gonna have in the future. '' I added as a last thing, so we could fully close this chapter of our life.

„ Understood. Never bringing it back up again. ” He let out a sigh but was finally accompanied by a smile on his face. I was about to stand up and leave finally, when his expressions changed again and I knew he will speak up. „ When did you change your name? ” He asked, making my eyebrows furrow as for a second I didn’t understand his question.

„ Oh… a little after we met. After my birthday. ” I answered, but felt like it was the perfect moment to leave, before we would go too far with this topic. „ It’s my mum’s. Felt more comfortable living with this one. ” I shrugged a little, as I got to his door and opened it so I could finally leave. I quickly wished him a goodnight before turning towards my own room and crossed the hallway to get to it in just seconds.

The next few days still felt awkward, even more because of him bringing up my dad in a way, but I tried to get over it and hoped he wouldn’t ask a lot more about the person I always tried to close off from my life. Even if I could never fully accomplish my plan as he would still be my father and he will be connected to me in a way forever. Luckily with the race weekends time seemed to fly by at 5 times speed and forgetting was a lot easier when you had to focus on your job and tasks. We were already at the fifth circuit when I realised that we finally got over our past and could have conversations without even touching onto it.

As for racing, Mick was doing quite well. He was still deemed new to the F1 cars and the other drivers, but he took on the challenges and did his best. We all knew he won’t be winning the championship this year, also with a Haas car, although we never really talked about this in front of Günther, but he still pushed it to the limit and got everything out of it. Sometimes he asked for more than what it had, but he always caught it in time and got it under control, before anything could have happened. I was mostly just happy that my job only involved the outside world, and not the one inside the cockpit. My nerves could barely handle watching the races now that I knew someone quite personally from the grid. I knew most of the drivers and had talked to them on several occasions, but I never really got close to them. Mick was really something else compared to them, as I spent almost everyday following him, and we never really stayed silent as we attended interviews one by one before and also after practices, qualis and races too. I could say that I did not feel regret when I thought about my decision I took just a couple of months ago.

Even when we arrived in Spain at the beginning of the week, and realised how hot it will be on the weekend, I did not regret having to walk around the paddock almost 24/7 for three days in a row. I wasn’t the only one affected by the heat wave as everyone in the garage moved around slower than usual. They mostly got themselves together for Sunday, as I was quite surprised to see the speed at which everyone was running around when we entered after all the interviews were done. While Mick had to go get ready I took a seat next to the engineers and let everyone else work around us while I took one of the headsets so I wouldn’t lose my hearing this soon.

„ Everything good? ” Pete, Mick’s engineer asked from next to me, as he turned towards me with the headset pushed off of one of his ears.

„ Yeah, he’s doing well. Composed but still confident, whatever they ask him. ” I nodded a little, while I almost blindly got the team profile open so I could make sure it was up to date. „ Is she already here? ” I asked back, knowing that Corinna wanted to attend today’s GP to support Mick.

„ Yes, I saw her talking to Günther but she tried to stay away from the garage. She probably wants Mick to focus on the job and not her. ” He shrugged a little, looking back at the screens in front of him when someone from the mechanic crew came up to him with a question.

Mick was already in the car, seconds away from leaving the garage when his mum showed up. She still stayed in the background until they were given the sign and both cars could enter the pitlane. I sent her a small smile when she passed me, giving up my seat gladly, so she could watch the race and be close to the radio, as I was completely fine with watching it on the screens that were set up for the mechanics. I didn’t really get to talk to her yet since the start of the season, but she seemed kind and I looked up to her for coming to races, even after everything that happened to their family. It meant a lot to her son, every time she came out to support him. Even I could tell, seeing it from the outside.

Both of the Haas cars took the start perfectly, taking up better positions for most of the lap before they all started fighting each other. After the first few laps I went to get myself a coffee, before sitting back down in the garage out of the way as I didn’t really want to block the mechanics if there was going to be a pit-stop or anything. They were just about to call both of them in when we saw Mick spin at turn 10, sliding off the track into the gravel trap, right until the tyre barrier caught the car. My hand stopped in the middle of lifting the mug to my lips, as I watched him crash and hoped that they would show him getting out of the car as soon as possible. I let out the breath that was stuck inside my lungs when I heard Pete talking to him as it meant he was fine enough to communicate. I immediately felt pathetic about my reaction and tried to just slip into the background before someone would spot the worry on my face I was experiencing inside.

Turning towards the engineers I saw Corinna shift in her seat uncomfortably, probably listening to Mick explaining what happened. It wasn’t a horrible crash but there was always a possibility for injuries whenever they hit each other or the barriers. We watched relieved as he finally climbed out and left the car with the marshals, and got onto a golf cart that brought him back to the garage. He was checked out by the team doctor as soon as he got back and was fortunately cleared by him for any serious injury. I let Corinna talk to him before I would bring up having to talk to the reporters.

I only went into his room when the race ended and I knew we would have to leave for the media pen if we wanted to be on time. He was already changed back to team clothing with a little ice pack on his left wrist while holding his phone in his other hand. I cleared my throat to get his attention and he immediately looked up at me, before pushing himself off the bed. I let him leave the garage hallway first, following him as we aimed for the people already standing around the cameras.

„ You only have two. If you feel dizzy or anything just let me know and we can leave immediately. Everyone will understand. ” I told him when I caught up to him. I always hated how I was almost running next to everyone if they were walking at their normal speed, thanks to my shorter legs.

„ I’m fine. ” He answered shortly, looking mostly at the ground in embarrassment. He didn’t seem happy, and I knew that his mood probably won’t change for the day.

He still forced a small smile onto his face when we got to the pen and he held it right until he answered the last question. I was proud of him for how he held himself together even though I knew inside he was angry at himself and how the day went. I followed him back to the garage, being the first one to enter so I could get my things from inside. I waited for him to get his backpack and we left together.

„ What a shitshow of a race it was. ” He let out a sigh as we were walking through the paddocks, towards the parking lot. „ And in front of my mum… ” He added with a sigh, pushing his hands into the pockets of his jeans.

„ Everyone crashes once in a while. Corinna was probably just happy to see you get out of there. ” I shook my head a little looking up at him. „ There’s always next week when you can try again. ” I added, trying to lift his spirits even though I knew it probably won’t help.

We were just about to get into the car when someone called my name from behind us, and I knew from just the voice who it was. Stepping away from the door I motioned for Mick to get in so they could leave before my dad caught up to us. I let out a sigh as I watched the car leave and I turned back to see my dad just seconds away from reaching me. I really wasn’t in the mood to talk to him, although I couldn’t remember the last time I felt like talking to him for longer than exchanging a quick ’hi’. Somehow I felt like this won’t be a simple conversation about me getting a real job or about how my siblings are. It was never that straightforward with him.

[calmlftv]

the girl. - c.h.

description: the story of a cynical fem!reader and calum, v sweet and cute!

word count: 2.2k

warnings: pure fluff! some mentions of sexual situations but it’s very vague 

w/n: this was inspired by the girl by city and colour so pls go give that a listen! 

taglist: @spicycal​ @castaway-cashton​ @irwinkitten​ @n-ctarinenga​

*** 

In your mind, soulmates had always been a platonic idea. It was never something you entertained in a romantic sense, and you were only proved right as each partner you had ended up being the wrong person for you, so why entertain it in the first place? As far as you were concerned, love was a scam, and you were never going to allow that feeling to fill you in a romantic sense ever again. 

That is, until you met Calum Hood. 

It was an accident when you backed into his bumper on your way home from work, anxiety immediately overwhelming you as you stopped and jumped out, trying to find the owner of the car until giving up and leaving a note with your name and phone number so you could hopefully get in contact for insurance. You didn’t expect to keep in contact once it was all said and done, and you certainly didn’t expect numerous dates he took you on after you had been talking for a bit. 

Your first date was a picnic in a small park, both of you providing your favorite food for the other to try as you sat and laughed on a blanket, the sun setting as you lost track of time and talked well into the night, the two of you giggling as you finally noticed how late it was and got back into his car. Much to your surprise he walked you to your door and kissed your cheek as you said your goodbyes, a blush and smile on your face as you stepped inside. 

He was your breath of fresh air, his smile and laughter bringing you absolute joy every time you heard it. When you finally made it official he stayed the night, the two of you tangling together underneath the sheets until you fell asleep in each other's arms, your dreams filled with images of him that made your head spin. It became a new normal for you, sleepovers on the weekends and breakfast together on Sundays, always made together while you played whatever music you wanted and danced together. You always started and ended each meal with a kiss, even when you had to eat together over FaceTime, Calum usually sitting in a hotel room or in a corner of the bus as he smiled at you through your phone screens. 

For once you truly understood the idea of a romantic soulmate. Calum was everything you wanted and more, often becoming your biggest fan and comfort when you needed it. Something you loved about him more than anything was the way he would sing to you when you had trouble sleeping, his sweet voice serenading you with whatever love song was in his head while his fingers played with your hair, the mix of the two your favorite solution to your sleepless nights. On the nights when he was traveling you simply called him, his voice soothing you to sleep from miles away until you were dreaming, his voice pausing and letting out a chuckle before he said goodnight and hung up. 

Towards one of these particular traveling periods you had woken up later than you had planned, looking at the clock and flying out of bed to quickly shower and then get dressed before Calum came home. The two of you had been together for over two years now, your anniversary having been celebrated while he was on the road, and you wanted to surprise him with a meal when he walked in the door so he could relax. 

You got to the kitchen and was startled when you saw a man sitting at the island, Duke sleeping in his lap as breakfast sat on the counter. You grinned as you got closer, Calum turning when he heard you moving. His eyes were bloodshot and tired but he grinned, picking up Duke as he stood and putting him on the ground. When you were close enough he grabbed you and pulled you close, his arms sliding around your waist as he leaned down to kiss you. 

Seeing him gave you butterflies, his smile and touch sending electricity through your body as you melted against his chest. You wrapped your arms around his neck as he tightened his grip around you and lifted you up, breaking the kiss as you laughed and wrapped your legs around him. He spun the two of you around before he set you down again, his hand against your hip as you took in the spread on the counter.

“Good morning, sleepyhead,” he teased you, his voice tired and a bit husky. You swatted his shoulder lightly as he laughed, kissing your temple sweetly as he sat back down. 

“What are you doing home so early?” You asked, still shocked that he was here in the first place. 

He smiled at your question, tugging you closer by your shirt. “I missed you too much. Had to get home sooner to see my beautiful girl.” 

You blushed at his words and smiled, burying your face against his neck and taking a deep breath, your lungs filling with his scent until you sighed. “I missed you so much. I’m so glad you’re here, even if it does ruin my plans.” 

Calum laughed at that, gently tilting up your head to press another kiss to your lips. “Sorry, bug,” he said sweetly, lips connecting with your forehead before you pulled away. 

“Well, since you brought breakfast,” you teased, moving to get a plate for you both. “I guess I can forgive you this time.”

He grinned at your teasing, the two of you sitting and enjoying breakfast before sneaking up to your shared bedroom, your teasing heating as you went a few rounds before collapsing against each other. 

The days following Calum’s homecoming were full of bliss, the two of you spending much needed time together whenever it was possible. You noticed he had started waking up before you, something he almost never did after a tour, but you pushed it to the back of your mind, focusing on how happy you were to have him home with you again instead. 

A month after he came home Calum woke you up with kisses, Duke quickly joining the two of you as you giggled. 

“Good morning,” you said through the giggles, Duke whining as he tilted his head. You laughed, scratching his head until Calum scooped him up and put him on the floor, your boyfriend turning back to you to give you another kiss. 

“Mornin’,” he mumbled, a smile on his face. “C’mon, up, we have things to do today.” 

You raised an eyebrow but sat up, watching as Calum stood and walked out of the room with Duke trailing behind him. You sighed and got out of bed, quickly getting in the shower and taking your time getting ready. While you were in the bathroom Calum went into your closet and pulled out some clothes for you to wear, laying them out once he had made the bed for you. When you stepped out in your towel you were surprised, Cal pressing a kiss to your cheek before he stepped into the bathroom and took over the mirror. 

You pulled on the clothes he laid out and inspected the outfit in the mirror, a small smile playing at your lips as you silently approved and moved on to put on your makeup. 

Once both of you were ready Calum got Duke on a leash, the three of you leaving the house together and getting in the car. Cal had been quiet about his plans for you, but you could tell he was nervous; the way his fingers bounced on the steering wheel and his eyes flicked between the GPS on his phone and the road gave it away, his thumbs dancing across the screen once he had pulled in and parked. 

Your heart melted when you realized you were at the park, your mind flashing back to your first date in the very same location. The three of you got out and Calum started walking with you, his hand closed around yours as Duke trailed behind, his little legs staying close to his dad for most of the walk. 

After a few minutes you noticed some figures in the distance, a picnic table all set up as people moved around it. As you got closer you realized it was your friends and the boys, everybody chatting and laughing while music played over a speaker. You grinned, looking over at Calum as he watched you. 

“What is this?” You asked, laughing as your friends all saw you coming. Andy was off to the side, snapping photos like crazy as you did so. 

“Just something I wanted to do for you,” he said sweetly, squeezing your hand as he gently pulled you along. 

You walked up and hugged all your friends, everybody complimenting your outfit as Calum chuckled at your side. The boys gently guided him away, Duke following him as your friends brought you to the picnic table, which you see now was covered in all your favorite foods, the drinks all off to the side in a cooler. You sat and watched as your best friend piled a plate with food for you, handing it over as Calum sat beside you, your favorite soda in his hand as he slid an arm around your waist. 

He was beaming, his smile bright enough to light up even the darkest part of the world as he pressed a kiss to your temple. 

“Calum, what is all this?” You asked, absolutely speechless as your friends all mingled together. 

Cal smiled, giving you a squeeze. “You do so much and never ask for anything in return,” he said softly, meeting your eyes. “So I wanted to do something for you.” 

Tears pricked your eyes as he spoke, the gesture truly the kindest thing anybody could have done for you. Calum chuckled and pressed a kiss to your lips before he kissed your forehead. 

The day passed quickly as everybody talked and danced together, all of them having a great time getting to know each other as the sun set, Andy snapping photos of everybody like his life depended on it. As it got darker Ashton started a fire in a nearby pit, Calum tugging you over there as Michael picked up Duke, smothering the small dog in kisses as Cal pulled you away from your friends. 

A giggle left you as he pulled you close and kissed you, the fire crackling beside you as it burned up the piece of wood inside of it. When Cal pulled away you saw the nerves written on his face, his hands taking yours and holding them tightly between the two of you. 

“Sweetheart,” he said softly, his eyes meeting yours again as he spoke. You were confused but said nothing, it being obvious he had something to say. 

“Sweetheart,” he repeated, lifting your hands to his lips. “I adore you more than anything in this world. You are...my rock and the biggest and greatest blessing I’ve ever received, and every day I get with you is an absolute gift.” 

Tears welled in your eyes as he spoke, a small chuckle escaping you as you tried to keep them at bay. 

He smiled at you, squeezing yours hands gently as he lowered them to chest level. “Coming home to you is something I want to do forever. I can’t imagine having a life without you, and I don’t want to.” 

You blinked away your tears as best you could while Cal got down on his knee, dropping your right hand as he reached back into his pocket. He pulled out the most beautiful ring you could have imagined, your breath hitching in your throat. 

“You’re my soulmate, my love. Will you do me the honor of marrying me? Will you be my wife?” 

You let out a breath you didn’t know you had been holding, your free hand reaching up to wipe away tears. 

“Yes, absolutely and always yes.” 

Calum grinned, a breath of relief escaping him as he slipped the ring on your finger. You grinned as he stood, his arms wrapping around you in the tightest hug you’ve ever had as your friends cheered behind the two of you. You laughed, tears falling down your cheeks as Calum spun you around, only setting you down again so he could kiss you. 

The next thing you knew your friends were running over, Duke still in Michael’s arms as everybody crowded around for hugs and congratulations. You beamed as your best friend hugged you tightly, their thumbs wiping away your tears before they looked at the ring on your finger. 

After your magical moment Calum laid out a blanket, the two of you sitting on it as you hung around your friends for a bit longer, sneaking kisses and I love you’s whenever possible. All too soon the fire died, the smoldering embers the only thing lighting up the pit until Ashton carefully covered them up. Everybody said their goodbyes, a few more congratulations heading your way as you, Calum and Duke all went back to the car, your hands locked together like they would be forever. 

Once you were home again Calum pulled you in for one more long kiss, his hands locked together against your back as yours rested on his chest. When you pulled away your foreheads rested together, both of you giggling a bit. 

“I love you,” Calum whispered, his breath tickling your lips as you smiled. 

“I love you more, Calum Hood.”

[someone-worth-racing-for]

Hey there!

I am quite new here and I was wondering how you got into this fandom. Specially the carlandofandom :)

Also, when did you start writing? I saw your posts the other day about not being able to write all of it, so it somehow triggered me to write some stuff myself (some requests were just too cute).

Havent been properly writing for ages though and I am not quite sure if anybody wants to read my stuff...any advice? Im so indecisive...

Thanks for all your great stories and have nice day :)

Hey you, anonym and especially – welcome to the fandom! 🤗❤️

Oh my God, believe me – you actually don’t want to know how I got to this fandom, it’s such a long story.. You better grab yourself some Coke and popcorn, because this will be a longer one.. 🥤🍿

But alright, everything has begun with that the TWD (The Walking Dead) fandom has started to annoy/boring me, also because the show has become pretty bad and I wanted to leave the sinking ship before it will be too late. That must have been around autumn/winter 2018. During the winter months I really, really love to watch ski jumping, also because it’s pretty popular in my country (Austria). I was already a fan of it since many, many years, but I only became a real fan at that time. I always say I love this sport so much, because those jumps are always so “quickly over” – meaning that I don’t have to wait for too long to find out the results. Yeah, the competition itself isn't that short, but the individual jumps of each athlete are. That’s why I actually “hate” F1 so much, because I have to wait freaking two hours of pure stress, several mental breakdowns and heart attacks later to finally find out who will win, and also because so much can happen during a race, while those ski jumpers are practicing individual – does that make any sense!? However, so I got pretty deep into the ski jumping fandom over that time, especially also here on Tumblr, where I have met a pretty nice girl back then, who had been as thrilled about the fandom as me. But you know, during the summer there aren’t any competitions, so it had been pretty boring in the ski jumping fandom and then suddenly that girl came up with F1.

The first thing I have thought was ‘NO WAY! NEVER EVER!’ – you have to know, I have really hated F1 with a passion before August 2019. I was always making fun of my boyfriend watching those cars driving in circles for two hours. I just couldn’t understand it how someone can watch that voluntary (I sometimes still can’t..😅) and I really, really hated it with everything I had. My boyfriend even was at the Austrian GP in 2019 and back then my biggest nightmare would have been if he would have forced me to come with him (he got there with his father in the end – today I would give everything to get there!)

I remember, we have been on vacation during the beginning of August 2019. We were in a theme park, when my boyfriend said at one point that he will get over to that bench in the shadow under the tree now and watch the qualifying. I have really thought he was kidding me, because I couldn’t understand how the hell someone would watch something so stupid like F1, while being in a freaking theme park. Well, today I would be the one sitting there on the bench, while my boyfriend would probably urge me to please finally stand up so we could go on 😅

That was at the beginning of August 2019 – so I must have slowly but sure fallen for the fandom around 15th of August. And if you believe me or not, but I have neither fallen for Lando nor for Carlos at the first place. It was actually Max, also because he was one of the less drivers I have known next to Lewis, Sebastian, Valtteri (I always had to think about Harry Potter because of Bottas..😂) and probably Nico. But I have actually began to “stalk” when I have got to know about that Max has a little sister and I have found those sweet pics of him with her together (Do you know which pics I mean? You should really check them out – they are so cute). And somehow Lando came into the play as well and so my first story for this fandom resulted. Back then I have really, really thought it would be the first and also last story I will ever publish for this fandom. Well, that didn’t aged well..😅 Somehow my interest grew and grew with every more day stalking the internet for content and by the time of the first race after the summer break, I was already a fan. Spa 2019 has been the first F1 race I have ever watched from the start till the end and I have to say that this weekend has broken me (literally). Of course, because of Anthoine, but also because this time of the year is since 2017 never easy for me and on that weekend also Carlando finally came into the play. Check out this post from a few weeks ago – Carlos’ birthday on Sunday and that Lando has supposedly hugged Carlos after his DNF has really, really touched my heart and since that day these two boys own my heart and I remember, that the next day after the race I have got up at five in the morning to write “Tomorrow will be kinder” – because writing is sometimes my only way to deal with things, so I just had to write my thoughts/feelings down and it was the beginning of something beautiful actually.

But there is one more little story I have to tell you about my F1 past – this story right here is actually one of @hurtsprincess favourite ones. Because back in 2015, when F1 was finally back in Austria again, I was there by the race as probably the biggest F1-hater under all of them. Half of our town and so also most of our friends has got there, so it was kind of peer pressure, why I have finally joined them as well. We had to stand up really, really early – actually it was still in the middle of the night (I think it was three in the morning or so) and got to Spielberg with the bus. It was one of the hottest day of the year back then and after watching “the race of generations” with Niki Lauda, Gerhard Berger and some others and then following also the F3 and F2 races (Me, back in 2015: What do you mean there are races before the actual race? What the hell is F3 and F2?) and because we were so damn tired after standing up so early, most of us, including myself, were sleeping in the meadow during the F1 race. So I have missed over half of the race and I really can’t even remember anymore who has won 😅 But it had still been a funny day for my as a F1-hater, but believe me - if I should ever get to a GP again, this won’t ever happen to me again! 😅 I promise! 🤞🏼

Wow, this has turned out longer than you have actually wanted it, right anonym?! 

Your first question about how I have got into the Carlando fandom is probably answered now and also half of your second question. But I have actually started writing fanfictions back in autumn 2016 for the TWD fandom. I have written overall 16 stories for that fandom and 4 stories in German for the ski jumping fandom, but as much as I have already loved to write fanfictions back then, it only really became my passion and biggest hobby with Carlando. I just can’t stop writing about them, also because they make me so happy and for me so easy with those dorks just being them 😊

Yeah, I’m still very sorry about that I just can’t write stories to all of these great requests, even tho I would really, really like to do - but if you have got inspired by one of these, you should give it a try!

But if you are really that indecisive and shy, you could use the anonymity of the internet for your favor (in this case this posibilty is a good thing - as long as you use your anonymity not for spreading hate/attacking/bullying someone) You know what I mean? I actually did/do that as well. Only three people here on Tumblr know who I really am. Some of you may know from where I am (because I don’t make a secret out of it) and some here even know my name, but that’s it. I don’t share any more personal things about my identity, because I also prefer to stay anonymous here, especially because only my boyfriend, my best friend and my mother know about that I’m writing fanfictions. All those other people I call “friends” don’t know about it or me having this account here and I also don’t want them to know, because they simply wouldn’t understand it.

What I’m trying to say here - if it makes you feel better and also more secure, you could upload your story on AO3 without telling anyone it’s you. Or if you don’t want to post it on AO3 and you also don’t want to post it on your Tumblr account, I offer you to send me your story anonymous. I would post it in your “name” aka anonym, saying that this story isn't mine and you could watch/read the reactions.

You don’t have to lose anything, anonym 😉 I would really, really like to read your story, no matter if you will decide to publish it with your name or anonymous. Because there won’t ever be enough writers out there, blessing us with their great stories. Also because I am as much a passionate reader than a writer. And I’m also pretty sure about that you are talented and also about that your story would be more than just worth reading it 😊

Thank you so much for your message, anonym and I’m sorry my answer turned out to be so long 😅 but I really hope my words have helped you in some way, because I’m pretty sure about that you actually don’t have to have a reason to be that shy and indecisive 😉 Just give it a try, as long as it makes you happy 🤗❤️

[mrsgaryrennell]

Do u have some domestic life hcs for the s2 boys cause i do be missing them 😔 no pressure tho

Heeey girl 👀 I’ve been working on this one because it’s the most challenging one I’ve received 💀 but here goes:

Noah:

He wears slippers in his home and is never barefoot nor wears regular shoes inside. 

His house smells just like him. Whatever cologne/body spray he has, his home has a subtle fragrance of that. But he also likes using those scented oils - something I can see him picking up from his parent’s house.

Probably has the cleanest home and tidiest place out of all guys. Especially, if he looked after his siblings, he definitely had to be the responsible one and just kept that trait 🤧 

Ibrahim:

Sleeps with a lot of pillows lol he likes his comfort and takes multiple times to adjusts those same pillows to only find himself adjusting them as they were the first time 💀

Doesn’t wet his toothbrush before putting toothpaste and doesn’t rinse his mouth after brushing his teeth lol like he’ll just spit out the excess of toothpaste 

His fridge is always stocked with high end/expensive brands. So, whenever he has company, he loves to offer drinks or snacks. I’d like to think that Rahim is a very accommodating host imo 😌

Rocco:

Takes the quickest showers ever lol I feel like he just does the minimal thing to maintain his hygiene lmao

Cannot start off his day without his wheatgrass smoothie because he’ll feel like there’s no productivity if not consumed 

He is a night owl but still manages to wake up early in the morning with a lot of energy  

Bobby:

Occasionally watches anime during his weekend nights Idk why but he does. Bobby always gave me the impression that he casually watches anime and no one can change my mind lol 

His home always smells like a comforting bakery because he has something in the oven most of the time. Baking is ofc his favorite pass time so when he’s not busy, he’s always baking something and his pastry scents are forever present 😌

He loves to watch creepy YouTube videos late at night and only has the source of the TV light on 😂I want to think that he likes to get scared but gets scared easily 

Lucas:

Drinks black coffee every morning and it’s part of his routine to start off his day. He definitely won’t feel himself if he doesn’t have his coffee first thing in the morning. 

Would love to have a pet but because of his work schedule, Lucas doesn’t get one to avoid any negligence. But, if he could get a pet, I don’t know why but I can see him getting something small, like a hamster lol

Likes hot showers/baths before going to bed. It’s a way to release any stress after working long hours and can stay there for a while too lol 

Henrik:

Doesn’t hesitate to adopt dogs and he’s always giving them a Swedish nickname that will symbolize their characteristics and personality 🥺

This guy goes big with his breakfast lol he will feed himself a hearty meal and it’s definitely his favorite part of the day haha

Is always punctual for work and any meetings/activities he has. Mountain boi is always there on the dot lol not a minute sooner/later. Oh! And, he’s the most requested instructor 💅🏼 Henrik is highly recommended and people always come back for more. Our Swedish man is that good at what he does 😭 

Gary:

Kind of canon already, but he loves it when it rains, especially at night, because it helps him sleep and/or relax. Overall, Gary just really loves the concept of rain and gets excited to see drizzle, especially in the morning 💛

Still doesn’t know how to cook and every Sunday dinner, his nan preps him his week’s meals lol And I mean, all of the meals 💀his lunch for work, dinners, everything - you name it 😂 

Gorilla boi is an excellent driver 😌 he knows where to go without the need of a GPS because he knows his city too well lol This is why his nan had him take her for bingo for the longest time lmao 

Anyways, those are some headcanons lol idk why but I had the hardest time with this one but it was so much fun 🤧 I miss them sm ugh and if you guys have more to share

please do 👀

[lindoig8]

Sunday 18 April

We were on the road a little earlier than usual and soon met up with a couple (Dad and adult Daughter, we think) going the other way. We had seen almost no other cars on this road, but they hailed us down and asked if we had seen the other two cars in their party of three vehicles. We had, just a few minutes earlier, so they were not far ahead of us and this car had obviously passed them without recognising them. We knew of a side road up to the Strzelecki Track and suggested that their companions may have taken that route, but it was in the opposite direction they wanted to go – to Lyndhurst rather than Innamincka. They turned around and we let them pass us while they raced off to find their friends – only for us to pass them again 30-40 clicks ahead where they were again studying their maps and GPS. We stopped again and used Heather’s Maps.me app to give them the lie of the land because they couldn’t understand their own GPS. Off they went again and we caught up with them and their travelling companions at the junction with the Strzelecki. They had finally found each other, having probably never been more than 10 clicks apart and having passed each other at least once, possibly twice. I have an excellent navigator aboard so I hope we never get into the sort of pickle they seemed to have succumbed to.

The Strzelecki was something of a disappointment! We drove it 191 kilometres west to Lyndhurst and at least half of it was sealed with a good deal more prepared and ready for sealing. I reckon the government, all governments, should just decide to seal the entire surface of Australia and be done with it. There is so little adventure left in the Outback and we are continually hearing stories of the Outback Way, the Plenty Highway, the Tanami and who knows what else being sealed. It is just so sad!!! It will change the face of the Outback once the luxury hotels and resorts are built to take advantage of the bustling tourist traffic on all the sealed freeways (probably tollways!) – totally destroying the last vestige of romance, excitement and challenge. Within a very few years, there will be no authentic Outback to see and explore. If you want to learn about the Outback, do it now or it will be too late.

We had a few more stops along the way and at one place, I heard water dripping onto the road and found that the tap on one of our water tanks had been broken off when a stone flew up and hit it. I plugged it with 'Blue-tack' but doubted if it would hold (and it didn’t).

We were going to get fuel at Lyndhurst, but the bowser was not working and would be fixed in a few days. So we went south to Copley – alas, it was Sunday and the bowser there was closed too. So we ended up at Leigh Creek again, close to 50 kilometres south of Lyndhurst when we wanted to go north, but at least we got fuel. We booked into the Caravan Park at the service station so we could have showers, only to find we had to return to the servo to get the code for the ablution block.

We then found that another stone had broken the inlet hose to our water tanks so we have had to rely on our own tanks and the DC pump in the van ever since. Fortunately, we figured we had plenty of water to last us to Alice Springs so it was not going to delay us while we arranged repairs - at some unknown location!

It is interesting that we always have hundreds of small gravel stones rolling around on the car roof, making it difficult to open the back because they get lodged in the joint between the door and the roof. Every horizontal surface under the car and van is chockers with similar stones, often quite a lot larger, but the only way they can get onto the roof of the car is to be flicked up onto the sloping front of the van and bounce the 2-3 metres forward onto the car roof. There is plenty of evidence of minor stone damage on the van so I don’t suppose it is all that surprising.

A car and trailer turned up a few minutes after we arrived in the caravan park and the woman pleaded with me to tell her the code for the ablution block because she was desperate to use the toilet. I was reluctant because I thought it was a con, but eventually agreed – and they never returned to the servo to pay for their stay in the park. But next day, they wanted to empty their Portaloo and found the dump-point was padlocked. We never had a key so when she asked me for one, I redirected her to the servo and an hour later she returned, presumably having been forced to pay for the night in order to get the key to the dump-point.

We had a loquacious busybody parked next to us at Leigh Creek who was very eager to tell us all the things we were doing wrong and where we should go instead of what our plans involved, but I eventually escaped him and hid out in the van instead. And he left well before us next morning so I avoided most of his ramblings then too.

Monday 19 April

We needed to exchange our empty gas bottle for a full one so went to the servo only to find that the dust had clagged up the padlock on our gas bottle and I had to use some bolt-cutters to cut the lock off. Dearest gas ever at $50 a bottle – usually under $30. (I subsequently had to cut the clogged padlock off our second gas bottle too!)

Our first stop was Farina – the ruins of what was once a sizeable town of well over 300. There were lots of ruins around of shops, a smithy, school, hardware outlet, train station and yards, a bank, mill, bakery, etc., but in 1955 everyone simply walked away and left the place to crumble in their wake. We have seen quite a few places like this, mainly based around a single industry or service (telegraph or train station, for example), but this was a significant diverse township with a Council and local laws – yet within a single year, it became a deserted, heavily-vandalised ruin. Where did everyone go? What did they do in their new abodes? If they left everything behind, how did they survive? It is not much more than 50 years ago, certainly well within my lifetime, and it seems so hard to understand how people simply decided to leave en masse and how they survived afterwards. It certainly gives me cause for thought.

And why are all such buildings so heavily vandalised? Vandals will wreck anything, but most of the wrecked buildings we saw were made out of stone, often constructed of two layers with an air-gap between and up to about 6-700mm thick. What induces vandals to demolish such structures? It would be bloody hard work for no reward. One of the sidings we saw beside the old Ghan track had been left in such a state that I could have given some of the walls a gentle push and the entire wall and roof would have collapsed on me. It looked quite dangerous so why would anyone deliberately leave a building in such a precarious condition? Some very strange people inhabit this world!

We stopped in Marree to fill out our Northern Territory border forms. It took almost an hour – and they were never even looked at. So much bureaucracy for so little benefit. I have probably always been something of a bureaucrat myself but hopefully, always for a purpose. This Covid thing seems simply to always have been a device to keep the population under the thumb of the politicians.

Marree is at the eastern end of the famous Oodnadatta Track (and at the southern end of the Birdsville Track that we drove a few years ago) and the road itself was probably in better condition than it has been for any of our earlier 3-4 crossings. It is more than 600 kilometres of gravel and ends at Marla on the sealed Stuart Highway. We stopped at several places that day: a couple of defunct railway sidings (from when the Ghan paralleled the road en route to Alice Springs) as well as a few dry riverbeds and occasional watercourses, looking at plants and looking for the very elusive birds – of which there have been very few so far this trip. Surprisingly, at one expansive patch of water, I saw a flock of Silver Gulls (500+ km from the ocean), an Australasian Grebe, some Pacific Black Ducks and some Little Black Cormorants – as well as the usual Budgerigars – many more of them than I can recall on previous trips, but many fewer Zebra Finches.

We stopped to photograph some of the Art in the Desert, quirky stuff erected by a local pastoralist who decided that there needed to be more entertainment along the Track. It is just a string of quaint installations a couple of clicks long on his property beside the Track. I will post a couple of pics if I can find them.

We camped overnight at Coward Springs. Literally an oasis in the desert with an extensive permanent wetland that is the habitat of quite a few waterbirds, despite us not seeing any this trip. There were about 150 people there overnight: very different from our previous visits, and a nice little earner for the current owners at $15 a head (plus $10 a head for day visitors). Mind you, there is a lot of work for them to do, just the two of them looking after a big area with diverse challenges not encountered at most ‘resorts’. There are several big date palms there and on our first visit several years ago, we picked some and put them in our pockets for later – needless to say, our pockets ended up full of a dusty gooey mess that was quite inedible. Once bitten…… so we never indulged this time.

Before dinner, I walked to the natural hot spa but never went in. It is not all that big and there was a family already in it so adding us (even if we had wanted) would have made it a bit crowded. I strolled around the edge of the wetland hoping to see some of its inhabitants, but although I was almost constantly regaled with a cacophony of gentle squeaks and squawks from the reeds and shrubbery, I saw only Crested Pigeons.

[artsninspo]

24hrs PART II

MASTERLIST 

PT. ONE

Authour’s Note:

You’ve been wanting and i’ve been sitting on different variations of this add. So I’m pulling the trigger and here it is. Maybe one or three more adds - we’ll see which direction I want to take it. 

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There was something soothing about spending time to create meals that served people. It was a career that allowed him to be near people and serve them in a non threatening way. One conducive to his mental health and emotional stability. He had his regulars, some occasional a and the few women that always came around near the end of his day to see if they could get some of his time. It would be twenty-four months to the day removed from being in a psych ward - in a few hours. The series of events that lead to your release out of your control and the ordinary. To outrageous to share. It was one of the few things Nebraska still took with him. She was in his dreams, sometimes he thought he’d see her around, and he had waited for a year until he’d given up hope that she’d ever show up. His days were regimented. It’s what his therapist and him had settled on. Almost twenty four months to the day since he’d been released from the psych ward and he’d had no incidents. Accepting her absence and letting her go was what allowed him to excel in his new life.

He smiles looking out into the diner from the kitchen to see everyone enjoying his food and talking with each other. Every Sunday night like clockwork him and some colleagues would head down to a shelter in the area and invite the homeless to come eat. His restaurant could fit thirty at a time and they’d trickle in throughout the day.

The doorbell rings and another older woman hobbles in with a cane.

Seeing his staff occupied he heads over to the woman sitting her in the back and assisting her in the secluded booth. She looks around before settling and looking up at him with cloudy eyes.

“Got anything fresh?” She smiles.

“What are you looking for?”

“Blueberry pancakes and some tea?” She asks.

“You sure? We make them extra sweet”

“Boy, I’m old but I ain’t cold yet, everyone likes sugar!” She choses making him smile as she sits comfortably in the booth. 

A woman walks in looking like she’s lost. Her figure is amazing and she’s overdressed for a place like this. One of his employees rushes over to take her order.

He heads to the back after smiling at the remaining customers and flipping the sign to say closed and making the back exit available for them to leave as they finish.

Two year anniversary and a full moon, he thinks mixing up some batter expertly before pouring it on a hot griddle.

His thoughts drift again. Two years since he had sex with his alleged integration officer on his real integration officers penthouse. He’s spent some time looking into her. Used some resources too, all he could find was a person named Amber with your face and redacted crimes. Perhaps they’d been related for her own good like his were upon his completion of therapy and stint in the psych ward.

“Your pancakes” he smiles placing them on the table.

“Come on, sir and keep me company” she says with a warm voice and he does always respectful of his elders.

“Are you from around here?”

“No, baby, sent here for a bit to look for someone. Its a long story.” She looks outside smiling curtly. “What about you”

“Born and raised” he returns a smile.

“Baby, you’ve got eyes of the world, and you don’t talk like a small-towner either” she corrects.

“I was in the military” he says and her smile fades. She looks down into her plate cutting the pancakes into triangles before eating them two at a time.

“Are they okay?” Nebraska asks

“Baby, breakfast isn’t your thing but I don’t suppose it matters when the chef is eye candy, barbie overthrew keeps staring over here” the woman says amusing Nebraska as she eats.

“Are you the breakfast expert?”

“I don’t cook sweetie”

“Come on” Tre smiles always the charmer.

“Nope, not a thing.”

“CLOSING IN TEN!” One of the managers shouts before heading into the back. Nebraska excuses himself to give everyone their pay checks for the week and ensure everything is clean and in its correct place.

Nebraska’s routine is simple once the diner is clear and everything is locked up. Head to his car and head home after picking up a fresh bag of popcorn from the theatre and heading home. He’d put on a record while he showered to get off all the food smells and then he’d watch a movie until he fell asleep.

Opening his front door he puts the popcorn down heading into the shower. His scar had healed substantially now and was barely visible. He tried his best to be an upstanding citizen and atone for his sins while in the military in more progressive ways now.

Out of the shower and in clothes he hears his front door close.

“Ma?” He calls hanging his towel and striding to the living room. His mother was the only person with a key. His brows bunch when he sees the old woman from the diner.

“You know Nebraska, your instincts are pretty shit” her voice is different - his jaw drops the moment it registers. She doesn’t say anything else taking something from her purse and heading to the sink. She peels pieces of her elderly mask off her face and hands before pulling off they greyed wig and letting her black hair fall form under the cab. “So you’re just going to stare?” She asks putting her hair up and washing her face.

A million questions race through his head.

“Theres a lot to say” he swallows in an unforgiving tone that makes her smile.

“I got you out of there, whats the hostility for?”

“Integration officer?”

“I wouldn’t risk my job for a fuck, isn’t fraternizing with patients against their constitution?” You sign looking at him.

“Why are you here?” He asks still standing his ground.

“Ouch” you mutter running your hand over your shoulder. “I just came for movie night, I’m in town for the next few weeks” Elle shrugs. “You were a leader of men Nebraska, now you’re a house cat” you comment looking him over. He says nothing so you put your things away grabbing your bag and heading to the door. He stops you holding your arm to keep you back. The anger in his eyes is evident and so is the conflict. You shift so your back is against the door and tilt your head up at him.

“I have an extra room, you can stay, we can watch something” he reasons letting you go and heading to his couch. You change  out of your disguise and head onto the couch giving him some space.

“Why are you in town?”

“For work” you explain smiling when he looks annoyed by her response.  “For you” you wink teasing playfully.

“Save it” he snaps being short and flicking through his television programming to find a movie. It happens fast she grabs his car keys running out of the front door like bolt. His reaction is moments too late leaving her satin house robes flying in the wind as she runs out in slippers and her nightclothes.

“Hey” he shouts as you get into the car locking the doors before being caught. Your laughter is infectious as you grips the steering wheel. Heart-racing, blood rushing, his eyes are a mixture of pure concern and curiosity.

“Come on Braska, I didn’t come act like I’m old married and miserable” she shouts loud enough for him to hear through the class. “Go lock your front door and come for the ride”

“You’re in nightclothes” he reminds.

“Its night hours” 

He contemplates his options heading back into his home and coming out five minutes later. Always the gentlemen. He has a black dress and a pair of sandals in hand for you to change into.

“Don’t worry, I know you’re still mad at me” your eyes are sincere but he smiles shaking his head. Changing out of your night gown and into the cotton dress takes no time.

“How long are you in town?” He asks.

“Keep your heart out of it” you caution taking note of his eyes. “ Same as last time, thats all it takes for me to get things done usually”

“So what do you do? That job you wouldn’t risk for me” 

“If I told you I’d have to kill you; I’m sure you can piece it together” Tre nods swallowing. A spy, an agent - it was one of the possibilities he’d mulled over through the months.

“Lonely” 

“Not usually, its hard to find people I can half stand being around”

“Lucky me” Tre scoffs looking out of his window. He watched you enter the wrong side of town not friendly to people of colour.

“How long have you been here, you’re not using a GPS and you knew my schedule”

There was a method to your madness and there always had been. Play could only happen when work was arranged and ready to go.

“You know I heard some things about Nebraska Williams; I’m starting to think you’re not him”

“Sorry to disappoint” Braska butters not game to play.

“Fearless, no man left behind, take care of your team, bend the rules of bureaucracy to save lives kind of guy. Always down for a good time cause life’s too short” you list looking him over.

“Still don’t know why you’re here”

“I need a favour and you’ve been good at keeping secrets” you admit stopping at the private airport. A great abuse of resources, selfish, a detriment to the environment but it had to be done.

“I’m not getting on a plane with you until I have all the facts”

“Can I tell you after we join the mile high club?” You ask with a mischievous smile you already know he can’t resist.

“To sweeten me up”

“Oh come on, I’m not that good. You did all the work last time” you indulge his flattery heading up the steps of the plane and Tre follows. It’s impossible not to know that everyone is a suit.

“If I need anything I’ll ask otherwise I want no disturbance or turbulence. I want an 8am arrival, tell air traffic control what you must understood?” You instruct as Tre watches your persona change to all business in a moment.

“Is the favour personal or professional?” He asks once their in the air.

“Personal” you smile pecking his lips lovingly. You look him over admiring his features - it would be hard to pull off with anyone else. He deepens the kisses taking your chin an intimate way to say he’s missed you.

“Tell me now” his tone is assertive - he won’t be taken for a ride again.

“My aunt, we grey up like cousins or sisters - can’t stand her and she’s getting married. I’ve never brought anyone home before, it’s a big deal at family functions. She gave a a plus one and made a comment I didn’t like” you explain aloud realizing it may sound absolutely nuts but theres no nuclear option - she’s family.

“You belong in the mental hospital” Nebraska laughs shaking his head - his smile is perfect.

“Don’t make fun” you pout.

“Ill do it, but you have to come see me again after this - 24 hours just us” he clarifies and fair is fair so you nod in agreement. He gets up taking you to the room with a bed on the aircraft.

His eyes tell you its going to be a great few hours.

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