#where are the brakes!! Why did my brain not come with brakes!!!!

[sforzesco]

caius trebonius :) I posted this a few days ago, deleted it, posted it to twitter, and now I’m reposting it here! what a circle

anyway, trebonius! sometime in his legate years, but maybe not! what the hell is a timeline*. I will be changing up his face scars until I settle on a good origin comic for them

*I’ve spent the last two days creating a sourcebook on trebonius. I did not intend to do this, I just wanted to check something really quick for a scene I was writing and got mad that his wikipedia page didn’t cite any ancient sources. what was originally 4 pages of notes is now closer to 50 pages. I’m in hell, time has no meaning, I will stab caesar myself

[nico-di-genova]

i come to your inbox with Heavily Researched News™ (i listened to off track and did some quick googling) containing info for your 'a lesson in braking' alex.

so, in 2022 there was a huge prank pulled on conor daly on day one of the indy500 (dubbed Beadgate), where someone filled his hot tub with what he estimated was 400,000 orbeez. his top list of suspects were josef newgarden, callum ilott, tony kanaan, colton herta, kyle kirkwood and scott mclaughlin.

in hindsight, daly thought he'd heard some noise outside his trailer

'there was a lot of guilty faces in the paddock this morning, and i can’t figure out which one is the culprit,' daly said. 'it’s a tough scene. i think the primary suspects are the dads of the indycar community, too, because apparently children like to fill up these little fake guns with water balls and shoot them at people.'

newgarden called daly that night 'in a very scared manner' to try to convince daly that he wasn't guilty of the prank. daly suspected callum of being involved 'cause he was hanging out with him a lot as he was looking for the culprit and wondered if callum is keeping himself close to the situation to throw daly off.

callum meanwhile, claimed he’s innocent because he wasn’t prepared for the shenanigans to ensue so quickly. (but as a rookie, he was fully prepared for being pranked himself and had bought supplies to retaliate if that was the case)

ilott said that it was a genius and clever prank and wondered why daly was considering him a prime suspect and why alexander rossi wasn’t being considered at all.

kirkwood said he spent $40 on chlorine and test tubes to keep the hot tub running properly so why would he ruin it?

marco andretti also wondered why nobody was considering rossi, as well as james hinchcliffe.

'I’m so busy worrying about my race car right now, but it is funny to look at on social media,' andretti said. 'hinch has some time on his hands. rossi is always a culprit, isn’t he?'

but rossi claimed to have an alibi 'cause he and hinch was with daly as it happened on monday night, so he couldn't have done it... right?

wrong. guess what?? turns out he really should have listened to callum and andretti 'cause it very much was alex (with the help of sage karam) who filled daly's hot tub with 1.76 million orbeez (which cost him 483 dollars which was almost as much as the hot tub itself btw). he just didn't do it on monday night, he did it on tuesday morning.

and this is how he confessed:

daly's reaction to finding out btw:

and alex explained it all in detail on the 'off track' (don't know which episode, i watched the youtube clip titled 'the hot tub prank') where he claimed to have done legitimate research into how many orbeez it would take to fill a 242 gallon portable hot tub (which is apparently how large daly's hot tub is), which honestly? very believeable to me.

the cherry on top of it all? the way daly found out about the prank to begin with. 'cause daly had guests over and he wanted to show them his brand new hot tub.... cue him lifting the lid on the hot tub and finding 1.75 million orbeez instead of water.

and the reason behind this hilarious prank??? daly did this to rossi TWO YEARS EARLIER in 2020:

so essentially, when it comes to pranking alexander rossi? fuck around and find out.

…so when I said alib Alex breaking the water pump in the fountain at school…where he dumped a fuck ton of soap in there senior year…after researching which brand of soap would produce the most bubbles…I was actually underestimating the lengths he would go to?

Jasmine honest to god this is the best possible Alexander lore dump you could have given me. I am absolutely in tears. What the actual FUCK goes on in his brain??? He plotted, he planned, he did THE MATH to figure out how many fucking orbeez he would need to fill this thing? Because…the wheels were taken off his golf cart TWO YEARS PRIOR??!!

He’s so insane, he’s so absolutely crazy insane. Nearly $500 on orbeez beads…I love him. I opened this ask with absolutely no idea where tf it was going and now I am sitting here laughing so hard I am actually in tears. I can’t get over the image of him researching this. He absolutely was not fucking around.

And not only did he own up to it, he shows the actual receipts. My respect for his commitment is through the roof rn. When people say race car drivers are competitive this is actually what they mean. I am now also a little scared of him and his unwavering resolve to finish what is started.

What I’ve gathered from this is you should probably never engage in a prank war with Alexander Rossi. It is a guaranteed loss and he will decimate you to the point that you are preparing to proudly show off your brand new possession, only to find it has been broken by toxic water balls.

[sarah-bear706318]

Chasing Storms and Finding Love. Chapter 10:

Series Summary: When Tyler's baby sister joins him and his team for a season she seems to catch the eye of a certain StormPar member much to her brothers dismay... will she listen listen to her big brother or follow her heart?

Chapter Summary: After the traumatic incident y/n is airlifted to Oklahoma city for life saving surgery. Scott and Tyler have a heart to heart and come to an understanding and we meet ma and pa Owens.

Pairing: Scott Miller X fem!reader, Tyler Owens x sister!reader

Chapter Warnings: medical talk(probably mostly wrong my only medical training comes from Gray's Anatomy), pregnancy, talks of pregnancy, talks of sex, soft!Scott

A/N: Since the reader is hurt and has head trauma most of this chapter will be in the third person! Also even tho Y/n and Tyler's Dad is technically their step dad they do have the same last name due to him adopting them since their real dad is a pos! Kinda put a bit of my daddy issues in this chapter sorry lol

@nikkicloudie @thespillingvoid @turnerintoabutler @Lindsayjoy444 @glenpowellluver @harrysgothicbitch @ambipom9 @lxaah11

Third Person POV:

Scott and Tyler pace the hospital waiting area waiting for any news on Y/n, who had been in surgery the last 4 hours. It's safe to say they were both going crazy. Y/n had been air lifted to Oklahoma city due to her injuries and the fact the hospital in the small town where the tornado had hit was destroyed.

Tyler had called their mom and dad who were in London visiting friends but they booked the first flight out, and would be there sometime early the next day. Scott had got in touch with Casey and Ashleigh who were gonna drive all night from Chicago, which was about a 13 hour drive.

"When are we gonna know something this is crazy it's been hours" Scotts says still pacing the waiting room. "Dude come sit they will come out once they are done, making a hole in the floor isn't gonna make them hurry up, why don't you have coffee or something?" Javi says from his seat "I agree with Javi Tyler come sit down too I'll go get you both some coffee" the 2 men hear Kate say. They look over to her and nod but just as they are making their way over to the seats the Dr comes out

"The family of Y/n Owens" both Scott and Tyler practally run to him

"I'm Tyler I'm her brother and this is Scott her boyfriend is my sister ok" Tyler ask the Dr, "please say she's alive please" Scott adds

"Good evening I'm Dr. Mitchell I was the nero surgeon for y/n, and Dr.Teller was her orthopedic surgeon. Y/n made it through the surgery but she is not out of the woods just yet, she suffered a traumatic brain injury more specifically Subdural hemorrhage which is a brain bleed due to the impact of the tree branch. I was able to stop the bleed but there is some swelling which is normal but it will take some time to heal. As for her leg I'll let Dr. Teller explain" the dr says looking to the other dr.

"whatever hit y/n leg cut very deep and hit the bone and broke her tibia its what known as a spiral brake so she does have a few screws holding it in place and I able reattach her calf muscle. She also has staples in holding the wound closed and she will be a leg brace for sometime". Dr. Teller explains

"She did lose a good bit of blood so she did have to be given 2 pints. She's gonna remain in the ICU until she wakes up" Dr. Mitchell explains looking at both men "how long will it take for her to wake up" Scott ask "That's hard to tell but if I had to guess a few days as long as nothing changes as of now. We also had OB come in and check on the babies and they are both fine and are not in any danger"

At those words both Scott and Tyler look at the Dr as if he has 3 heads "what babies" they both ask at once dumbfounded "Miss Owens is about 6 weeks pregnant with twins did neither of you know" Dr. Mitchell ask confused "does this look like the faces of men that knew his girlfriend or sister was pregnant...and with twins" Scott ask

"I'm sorry this is how you found out but congratulations" he smiles at Scott, "y/n is still in the recovery room, but as soon she is moved to her room you can both go see her, I'll have a nurse come out and get you, if you have any questions let us know, again congratulations" and with that the Dr walks away.

"You knocked my sister up are you serious Miller" Tyler looks over to Scott

"I'm gonna be a dad of twins" is all Scott can say

They didn't see the group coming over "so what did he say" "is she ok" "when can we see her" they hear as a few of their friends start asking questions but they don't care they just continue "Answer me you knocked my sister up I thought she was on the pill she told me today she was so how the hell did this happen don't you know what a condom is Miller" Tyler says a little louder then he meant to "holy shit y/n's pregnant" Dani says "Yeah with twins" Tyler says looking at the group "TWINS" the whole group says at once

"She is on the pill and it's none of your business if we use condoms Owens were adults but since your asking no we don't use them she's been on the pill since before we met we didn't think we needed to" Scott says looking at Tyler "damn Scott you got some strong swimmers if she got pregnant with twins while on the pill but congrats man" Boone says slapping Scotts back. "Boone now is not the time" Tyler looks to Boone.

"How the hell am I am gonna tell our parents y/n's pregnant with twins and we found out because she had to have brain surgery...from getting hit in the head trying to save a dog...while an EF5 tornado was heading for us" Tyler runs his hand through his hair "I'm so dead" he adds

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Scott sits at y/n bed side holding her hand. He can't believe he's gonna be father of twins, he was happy, scared, shocked, he was feeling every emotion he had. He knew he wanted a family with y/n it didn't matter when but finding out this way was not how he pictured it.

"Well babygirl looks like we are starting our little family a bit earlier then we planned, so you have to get better you have to wake up!" Scott says in a soft voice "I don't know if you can hear me but I promise to be the best father to our babies and one day the best husband, I love you 3 so much! I knew I wanted to marry you for the moment I laid eyes on the night I heard you laugh in the parking lot. You have been it for me since that night and I didn't know your name so please wake up baby not just me but our babies" Scott says as a test rolls down his face, he's holding your hand as he talks and all of a sudden he feels your finger move and he smile as another tear rolls down his face. "I knew you could hear me baby" and he kisses her hand.

Scott falls asleep with his head on her bed while still sitting in the chair still holding her hand, but he's jolted awake by the door to her room opening. Tyler walk in with 2 other people who look to be in their 50's. Scotts only seen pictures but he knows they are y/n and Tyler's parents. Their mom looks like an older version of y/n only with darker eyes but the same dimples and their dad is very tall and broad with a beard. Before Tyler can make any introductions their mom is running to her daughter with their dad not far behind. Scott stands from his chair and moves over by Tyler to make room for them.

"My baby, don't worry mama's here" she leans down and kisses her daughters head with tears streaming down her face. "Daddys here too princess" her father says kissing the other side of his daughters head

Tyler waits a few minutes before making the introductions. "Mom Dad this is Scott, y/n boyfriend. Scott these are our parents Brooke and Troy" Scott holds his hand "it's nice to meet you both I'm sorry it's under these circumstances Mr and Mrs.Owens" Troy shakes Scotts hand and Brooke gives Scott a hug "it's nice to finally meet the man my daughter is so smitten by all she talks about is you dear, she was right you are so handsome and you do have beautiful eyes" she says causing Scott to blush and Tyler to scoff "don't start Tyler" Brooke says looking to her son. "What has the Dr say son" Troy ask

Tyler explains to his parents what both Dr had told him(leaving the twins things out for the time being) and what they did in surgery and explains more how his sister ended up here. "All this to save a dog that is definitely your sister" their mother says shaking her head and they all laugh. Scott and Tyler look to each and they both know they need to tell them about y/n pregnancy.

"Mom Dad there's one more thing you should know Scott wanna take this one" Tyler says gesturing with his hands for Scott to explain. "Well Mr and Mrs.Owens once the surgeries were done they informed us that y/n is about 6 weeks pregnant...with twins" Scott says trying to stay calm and hoping their father doesn't hit him, he's a big muscular man he didn't need his own bed next to his girlfriend. Both Brooke and Troy stay silent for a few minutes before Brooke speaks up. "I'm gonna be a grandma of twins?" she says with tears in her eyes looking at her son, her daughter then to Scott "yes ma'am" Scott answers. "This isn't how I pictured this but I am so happy, y/n always wanted kids she's gonna be so happy when she wakes up" she leans downs kisses y/n head and whispers in her ear something the boys can't hear.

Tyler looks to his dad "dad how you feeling about this" Troy hasn't taken his eyes off his daughter since the words came out of Scott's mouth "I'm gonna be a grandpa I'm happy just shocked" he finally says. He then turns to Scott "now I'm sure my daughter has told you all about that POS Danny am I right" "yes sir she has" Scotts answers "ok" he says taking a step closer to Scott "I'm telling you this now if you hurt my daughter or my grandchildren the same why these 3 were hurt I promise I will hunt you down and kill you. She might not be my blood but she is my baby girl and my pride and joy do I make myself clear son" Troy says looking at Scott "yes sir, I promise! I love your daughter more then anything I have since the moment I laid eyes on her and I plan to marry her as soon as she says she will, and I already love those babies I will never do anything to hurt them in any way" Scott says looking at his girlfriends father "ok as long as you stick to that you will be ok ever break it and they will never find your body" Troy says "yes sir"

Y/n parents stay a few hours with their daughter, talking to her Dr's and nurses and trying to get to know Scott as much as they could. "So when she is released do we know where she is gonna go?" Brooke asked looking at the 3 men.

"Well ma'am we had already talked about moving in together and we were planning to do it after the storm season so with everybody's permission I'd like to stick to that, I can do my job from home if need be. I would like to take care of her and the twins and I'm sure all 3 of you would like to as well, so you are all more then welcome there I have a guest room and a pretty big couch" Scott says looking around. "Even me Miller" Tyler ask "Even you Owens she needs her best friend"

"If that's what y/n wants I'm fine with that Scott, once she is awake we will work all the details. For now Tyler me and your dad are going to the hotel shower eat and take a nap but we will be back in a few hours, call us if anything changes i love you" Brooke says hugging and kisses her son "yes ma'am I love you too". Brooke then walks over to y/n leans down and kisses her daughters head, and Troy does the right after his wife then they both walk out the door leaving Scott and Tyler alone.

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Both men sit on opposite sides of y/n's hospital bed in uncomfortable silence, the only sound in the room is the beeping from the machine monitoring y/n heart rate. It's Scott who breaks the silence first "I heard from Casey and Ashleigh they will be here soon they got stuck in some bad traffic, and Casey's little brother is coming with then, from what I heard y/n and him were close back at UT" Tyler looks at him and nods "ok good".

Tyler looks over to Scott whos holding his sisters hand. He can see the stress and worry all over his face. Tyler can tell by the dark circles under Scotts eyes how tired he is "You really love my sister dont you"

"More then anything Owens" Scott says finally looking away from y/n to Tyler. "I know you think I'm gonna break her but I promise I would never do anything to intentionally hurt her and the fact that she's pregnant makes me love her even more. I never knew if I wanted to be father but then I met your sister and all of a sudden I saw it all marriage kids growing old with someone" Scott looks back to y/n before saying "I'd do anything in my power to make her and our kids happy I'd walk through hell and face the devil himself to keep them safe and happy"

Tyler sits in his chair for a few minutes taking in the words Scott just said . "I'm starting to see that. But you have to understand she's my baby sister and I have always taken care of her" Tyler looks at his sister then back to Scott "y/n doesn't remember this since she was so young but When Danny left she had just turned 2 and she would walk around crying looking around calling out daddy or sit by the window waiting for him and this would go on for hours and I was the only one who could get her to stop and calm down. And when Danny would get her which wasn't very much she came back and would cling to me asking and making sure her TyTy wasn't gonna go anywhere" Tyler takes a moment to compose himself remembering all this "once Troy came into our life things got better but it took awhile for y/n to see that he wasn't going anywhere but until she did I was her go to. I was also the first person she called when that prick Jake left her heartbroken I drove through the night as soon as she called. I was always her number one person until you came in her life, I guess a part of me worried she wouldn't need her big brother anymore"

Scotts looks at Tyler taking in everything he just said, he knew y/n real dad left when she was young and her ex boyfriend did a number on her left out for the navy with nothing more then a note saying "sorry" but he's starting to understand Tyler even more "I don't want to take your place Owens, your sister talks about you more then anyone. That month the 2 of your weren't talking she was lost, it was hard to see her that way. She doesn't know this but I would hear her crying in the bathroom when she thought I was sleeping you truly are her best friend. I know we have our differences and we have a history, I was a dick to you and your whole crew and I'm sorry, your sister really has changed me for the better. Its because of her I want to be a better man. Why don't we put the past behind us for real this time for y/n and for ourselves, she's gonna need us both us now and I know your excited to be an uncle" he said that last part with a smirk. "Yeah I am! I'm willing to start over but just know what my dad told you would happen if you hurt her or the babies I'm hurting you down with my dad" "deal"

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A little while later Casey Ashleigh and Casey's younger brother Rusty arrive. They get the run down about their sister's injuries and the boys are introduced to Rusty. After about 20 minutes Scott decides it's time to tell them about the babies "Oh theirs one more or should I say 2 more things" the girls look to Scott with a confused face before Scott continues "y/n is 6 weeks pregnant with twins" Casey and Ashleigh look at each other in shock "Oh my God" they say at the same time and hug Scott.

The next hour or so the girls and Rusty sitt with y/n while Scott and Tyler take a break and go update their friends and grab something from the vending machine. By the time the boys get back to Y/n's room, Brooke and Troy are back and sitting with their daughter. Brooke reading to her and Troy sitting their holding her hand.

"Where are the other 3" Tyler ask looking at his mom "I sent them to their hotel to eat shower and sleep They just drove 13 hours they looked so exhausted" Tyler just nods his head. "And I think the 2 of you need to do the same, neither of you have left this hospital in almost 2 days we're here we can take tonight. Y/n would not like yall not taking care of yourselves" Brooke says looking between her son and her daughters boyfriend.

"Mama we just..." before Tyler can finish his sentence Brooke cuts him off "Tyler James when was the last the 2 of slept longer then an hour at a time huh? Or showered? Or had something that didn't come from a vending machine" she had her mom tone and her mom look so the boys knew she wasn't gonna take no for answer "I have talked to the nurse nothing big is happening tonight, she's gonna help me bathe y/n that's about it. So visiting hours are over in 30 minutes and the 2 of you are leaving until they start again understand? Scott leave your number and if anything happens you will be my first call Tyler you will be my second"

Tyler and Scott look at each other. "yes ma'am" is all they said. "Me and your father are going to get coffee and give the 2 of you some time" then she got up followed by her husband and left the room. Scott and Tyler took their seats and Scott looks to Tyler and says "I now know where your sister get her authoritiveness from, your mom doesn't leave room to argue same as y/n" Tyler laughs and nods his head "Yeah I know"

30 minutes later Brooke and Troy walk back in the room. Tyler stands and gives his sister a kiss on the cheek and tells her he'll be back in the morning, then walks to their parents giving them a hug. "Here son take my credit card and have dinner on me both of you" Tyler take his dad's card and thanks him.

Scott lingers a minute longer not waiting to leave y/n, waiting to make sure he's there if she wakes up. But he knows when she does wake up she would be pretty pissed to know he wasn't taking care of himself. He learns down and places a long kiss her head "I love you, all 3 of you. I'll be back the second visiting hours start tomorrow I promise I love you" Scott give y/n one last kiss and walks away. He really hated this!

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The next couple days things with y/n stay the same. Dr. Mitchell does another ct scan and says everything is looking very good, the swelling in the brain as gone down and there are no signs of anymore brain bleeds and y/n should be waking up any day now. Dr. Teller also comes and checks on her leg and says that is healing well and explains y/n will need some physical therapy but she will be able to walk normal again with no long term affects. As far as the twins, they both are doing very well both heartbearts are very strong even under the stress y/n body is under. The OB does but put both on fetal monitors to keep an extra eye out on them.

The first time Scott hears the heartbeats of his babies he can't help the tears that slip down his face, he never pictured himself as a father until he met y/n now he cant picture life without his twins. Tyler even had tears in his eyes hearing the heartbeats. Scott, Tyler and their parents all agree not to do a sonogram until y/n is awake so she and Scott can see them for the first time together.

"you think they will be identical or fraternal" Casey ask Scott while she arranging all the flowers and gifts y/n have received over the last couple days. "do you want boys, girls, or one of each" Ashleigh chimes in. Scott hasn't even thought about all that with all the craziness and stress going on. "it doesn't matter to me either way identical fraternal boys girls just as long as they are healthy I will be happy and I'm sure y/n is gonna feel the same" Scott says

"If I know my sister the way I think I do she'll want 2 girls, shes go girly it would just suit her with all the pink flowers and princess shit she'll want to buy. Hope you got a good savings Miller because either way that's gone" Tyler says with a laugh.

"I'm so getting ZBZ onies made if they are girls" Ashleigh says with a bright smile

Scott laughs and shakes his head before saying "We'll be fine I have plenty I'll let her spend every penny if that's what she wants, that's if my mom doesn't buy the baby store first"

"how did your folks take the news when you them" Tyler ask "They were happy, with me being an only child they cant wait to be grandparents and the fact that its twins made my mother the happiest person, shes already wanting to set up a room in her house for them. she's even starting buying diapers wipes and all that crap" Scott says shaking his head

"Yeah our mom too, might not want to get them together these kids will have to have their own house for all the things they buy" everyone in the room laughs, and go on talking.

"Are you going to propose" Casey ask

Scott looks at y/n with a smile then to the others in the room "I plan too yes and I have already been looking at rings just don't know what style to get" he says

"We can totally help with that, she's our sister after all and we know her style" Ashleigh says clapping her hands and smiling. "Thank you" Scotts says then looks to Tyler "I know I still have to ask your dad but I also want to ask y/n big brother, Can I have your sister's hand in marriage Owens" Scott ask Tyler

Tyler looks from his sister to Scott a couple times before answering "Yes Miller you can" he says with a smile "thank you" Scott says with his own smile

"Case we get to plan a wedding and a baby shower oh my God yay" Ashleigh says almost jumping up and down "She gets very excited as you can see" Casey says laughing

A while later they hear a groan coming from y/n and hear the heart monitor speed up a bit, they all jerk their heads rushing over to y/n bed side. Scott grabs her hand not knowing what was going on then he hears in a very soft horse voice "Scott" then sees y/n start to flutter open.

[doromoni]

Hunting Affections

Charles Leclerc x photographer!reader

Max Verstappen x photographer!reader

Part 6.

fanfic + smau fic

y/n faceclaim : Hwang Eunbi

warnings : Ferrari bashing ( Im so sorry , the plot needs it 🥹) , mentions of abuse.

A/N : UP FOR EDITING 🤍

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Summary; Love is but a concept — just connections of neurons that take part in the brain … and yet, why is it the most painful when one falls alone?

or

Loving someone who doesn’t love you back , until you can’t no more. Maybe then they’ll actually know what they’ve lost.

Ignorance is medicated by knowledge and experience — but ignorance can only be cured when the problem is seen and acknowledged.

I used to think that I was just what you made of me, thinking that what I’ve accomplished was because of your influence. You were sensitive, I wouldn’t say that you were insecure, no— you just had the tendency of being self righteous and self serving , I grew in fear that I would’ve taken a piece of your spotlight, so I hid in your shadow … always so quiet and obedient.. But I guess , I now know that i was also at fault, I was ignorant of how you made me so dependent to you and your actions.

I liked to think that I grew apart from ignorance, being enlightened by my own wrong actions and thoughts. Braking the chains that hindered me from living life— the chains that you’ve shackled on me. Maybe, it wasn’t your intention to cage me and poison me with your affections… maybe you’re we’re ignorant , just like I once was. But your ignorance is still no excuse.

I could only hope that you find your own peace and fulfillment . Because I have found mine, and I will be selfish this time and I wont ever let go.

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Majority of racing fans see Red Bull Racing as the evil power hungry villain of Formula 1 , that and all people in its team are hateful scums of the motorsport world . When in fact , they are the most kind and loving team I have had the chance to work with — where people who treat each other with respect and warmth no matter their organizational hierarchy . But do not get me wrong , the other teams aren’t bad … it’s just Red Bull has its business and employee relationships balanced to a tee.

Moreover, the issue of sexism had been rampant in the motor world, that is already a fact, yet I felt both seen and understood in the premises, in walls of the Red Bull Office… who would’ve known. My presence here was not for a diversity hire or some agenda. I was put here to actually innovate the Red Bull Racing brand and pull my own weight.

Never in my career in motorsports have I felt so appreciated and significant enough to be treated correctly , most specifically in this moment , that sadly I cannot say hadn’t happened before .

I was discreetly pulled from my meetings to talk face to face with Christian Horner. All the possible mistakes I could’ve made came rushing in to my mind. It hasn’t been a week since I’ve officially worked for the racing team , yet here I am walking towards the office of the CEO and team principal of Red Bull Racing.

With a deep breath , I gently knocked on the mahogany door that separated me from my possible dismissal.

“Christian, its Y/N”

“Oh , yes yes . Come in!” Christian’s voice echoed through the thick wood. Slowly opening the door , there I saw my boss with his back pressed on the plush leather material of his office chair ; a hand perched on the bridge of his nose as he signaled me to sit.

“ So , am I in trouble? Why did you need me?” I gave an awkward laugh as I tried to lighten the mood

“It’s about Max” Memories of the meetings and debriefings of relationship lectures from the Italian team came to mind. The lectures were harsh and are mostly one sided , as the fault was somehow always pushed to me ; even if I wasn’t entirely involved , but who could they have blamed? Charles? He was their golden boy — so the nearest person to point to was me. It was always me.

Just like muscle memory, my words instantly echoed.

“I’m so sorry “ slipped from my mouth.

My hands trembled as I waited for the unending reprimands to be more careful not to taint the team brand and all the crap that followed.

But, nothing came … Christian’s face contorted to a face of confusion and perplexity

“…For what? “ He then asked leaning a smidge forward ; his chair squeaking a little.

“Oh … uhm , you said something about Max? I’m assuming that I did something to dirty his image?” I said slowly, now also confused.

“What? No! Max’s image has never been better., Well not if we couldn’t cover this issue. I called you here because I wanted you to work closely with the PR head to cover a fight with Max and other drivers”

my brain stop working , as I heard the words Max , fight and other drivers, slowly connecting the dots ; my mouth spoke before I could realize

“WHAT?! Is Max okay?! How did that happen??”

“Max , is physically ok .It was after the press conference. It was between Max , Leclerc , Daniel and Oscar . We couldn’t get any of the drivers to talk … We were hoping that you could talk to Max.”

As I processed his words , the dilemma of professionalism and personal life came tumbling down and the distinction between the two are becoming blurry. The trauma of working for Ferrari with Charles once again came rushing back.

“Sir, are you asking me as an employee to interrogate my boyfriend? “ I asked , swallowing my nerves . Hoping that what I was thinking of was no where near the truth.

“No y/n , I’m asking for you to see If Max is alright and If he would like to sit out the practice races tomorrow … and if he does open up to you about the fight, then you are not obligated to tell us anything without Max’s consent” As Christian said those words , I let out a breath that I didn’t know I was holding in; the huge weight leaving my shoulders , because even if they had asked that of me I refuse to betray the person that I love for my career.

“Thank you, Christian. Where is Max right now?” I asked standing up .

“He’s currently inside his driver room — he’s not allowing anyone to enter. Well we hope you’d face a different outcome ” Christian said as he walked me out of his office.

I chuckled at his statement , a very typical Max Verstappen move. Not that he doesn’t want anyone to near him, he’s just afraid that he might say something wrong in the heat of the moment ; something that I’ve learned to handle in the years that i’ve known the Dutch Red Bull driver.

“Hey, Christian… thanks for not asking me to break Max’s trust” I said as I hesitated going out the door.

“Of course, kid. Max is family and now you are too.” He said as he ruffled my hair, earning a groan and a swat from me.

— — —

Pacing through the Red Bull motorhome in a mix of a jog and sprint , I made my way towards Max’s driver room.

And right outside the door was Mary : Max’s Pr manager, pacing back and forth as she spoke to someone on her phone.

Her eyes met mine , and in an instant she was in front of me

“ Oh thank goodness! , y/n! Finally ! you go talk to Max , please . I need to sort important matters about the issue, which of course will be debriefed in our meeting later… alright bye!”

And just like that , Mary was gone . And once again I am facing a mahogany door, only this time it was my boyfriend on the other side.

I raised my knuckles towards the door and gently knocked. Pressing my ear towards the door

“My love , it’s me . What happened? Can you open the door” I heard rustling, but there was no reply.

“Max, please open the door, love . Remember what we agreed on? Communication is the highest priority, please love, let’s talk”

then a soft click and a knob twisting was heard , as the door opened I was then pulled into his embrace . Max’s head buried in my neck , as I felt wetness and heard soft sniffles, Max was crying.

Suddenly alarmed with the severity of the situation, I instantly wrapped my arms around him , a hand softly brushing his hair ; saying soft reassuring words in his ear.

I continued to hold Max tightly in my embrace, as rouge tears slowly fell from my eyes. hurt filling my heart at the sight of the person I love breaking down. Briskly wiped the tears from my cheeks, I heard Max mumble.

“Max?” I asked as I gently maneuvered his face towards me , cradling his cheeks and wiping his tears away with the pad of my thumbs.

“I- I lost control, and I hit him. I punched Charles … I’m sorry. He was insulting you and I-i … it just happened. I was so angry … and I enjoyed doing it., am I really a monster?” His voice broke . A gasp fell out of my lips as my eyes fell to Max’s knuckles , they were bruised and bleeding from the cuts.

The conversation that we had about physical violence came to mind. Max had entrusted me with the knowledge of the extent to which his father had used physical violence to discipline him in his childhood. They’re relationship was better now… but the trauma still stays. Max had sworn to no longer resort to physical violence , he didn’t want anyone to go through what he had before.

“ Shhh, shhh Max, my love . It’s alright. Everything is okay , you’re okay. You didn’t enjoy hurting him , you fought for me, you protected me… that’s it my love, that’s it . You’re not a monster , you never were and you never will be. Max you’re the farthest from it . My love, I’m sorry that you’re facing this because of me. Im so sorry” I lifted the his busted hand and gently pressed a kiss to his wrist.

Guilt suddenly came twisting my stomach, bile rising to my throat. Because of me , Max had done what he hated the most. Im so sorry Max.

“N-no , I don’t regret protecting you , Schatz. I regret my way of doing it. You will always come first.” Max’s change of attitude gave me whiplash. Gone were the tears and vulnerability. The look of determination overcoming his entire feature, he looks so determined for what? Am not so sure.

“My love , what do you mean by that?” I asked as I searched the answer in his eyes.“The track , Liebling … the track” a grin now stretched his face.

“Max , please think straight .You don’t need to do anything “ I said as I once again raised a hand to his cheek softly.

“It’s my job to protect you, My Schatz” Max said , now pulling me closer in his embrace.

“Yeah , yeah … but who treats your wounds, huh? Big baby, please be safe” words muffling as Max pressed my head to his chest. The worry never leaving my mind.

y/n_stills.

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y/n_stills. I didn’t sign up for this @redbullracing I was promised 2 normal drivers. But good job on P1 and P2 on practice 3 I guess

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user1 not you using these pics 😭.

user2 y/n outing the red bull drivers. i love it!

user3 Keep em coming @y/n_stills.

y/n_stills. You’re welcome children

maxverstappen1 wow… thanks dear

y/n_stills. Love you 😘 @maxverstappen1

redbullracing you’ve signed the contract

y/n_stills. unfortunately :))

redbullracing excuse us?

y/n_stills. nothing ~ thanks for the snacks 😘

user1 y/n is continuing the beefing with motorteams saga 😭

schecoperez thanks y/n

y/n_stills. you are welcome checo 😇

danielricciardo the sarcasm is so nice 😇

maxverstappen1 you’re lucky you’re not here @danielricciardo

landonorris oh, are we bullying @y/n_stills.?

alexalbon another reason why I don’t regret leaving Redbull. 🫶

y/n_stills. I hate you all >:(( and @alexalbon? lily wants a word with you 😇

mclaren our drivers are well behaved 😇

y/n_stills. Im giving the fattest side eye. 👀

landonorris I am well behaved!

y/n_stills. This u?

landonorris … touché

danielricciardo what did I do??

y/n_stills. @danielricciardo fault by association

oscarpiastri but i’m good right? @y/n_stills

y/n_stills. You’re safe for now @oscarpiastri , little papaya… better watch your attitude 🤨

user4 y/n is not playing y’all HAHAHAHAH

user5 she ain’t holding back fr fr , the grid should watch their back 🤣

user6 everyone say thanks to y/n for giving us driver interactions.

user7 it’s great to see Redbull’s wacky side tbh~ they are not as evil as people make them to be .

user8 they literally instantly cut off their second drivers.

user9 @user8 woah thats statement is baseless, they do give them chances for the drivers to prove themselves… at the end of the day the goal is to win.

scuderiaferrari work for us again

y/n_stills. I don’t go back to my exes , sorry ☺️

user1 SIDE EYE

user2 did y/n really just 🫣

user3 THE TEA IS HOT , y/n your never escaping the rumors , girl.

mercedesamgf1 get it line! you already let her go once smh

user4 which ex 🤔 hmm ? Don’t be shy y/n , which ex.

y/n_stills. 10 mins

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maxverstappen1 Thank you, Liebling! I love you 💙

y/n_stills. love you more 💙

maxverstappen1 lmao no.

y/n_stills. Emilian 🤨 Excuse you? Dafuk you mean , no?

maxverstappen1 no, because I love you more.

y/n_stills. Your love disgusts me 🙄

maxvestappen1 well then be ready to be disgusted for the rest of our lives.

y/n_stills. Woah wut?? Max?

y/n_stills. MAX?? Hello??? You don’t get to dip after that

y/n_stills. max max max max

y/n_stills. safe driving … luv u 💙

maxverstappen1 Love you more 💙

y/n_stills. ugh I hate you >:((

oscarpiastri make em chow their last ka-chow?

y/n_stills. You’re too young to understand top tier humor , oscar

oscarpiastri I’m literally 1 year younger than Lando and 3 years younger than you

y/n_stills. Yes and still a baby

oscarpiastri Wowwwww. Ghee and you’re old, mom

y/n_stills. Watch your mouth, young man 🤨🤨

oscarpiastri sorry mom

y/n_stills. That’s better! Good luck with qualifying ,little papaya 🧡 drive safe

oscarpiastri thank you 🧡

charles_leclerc seriously y/n , stop it

y/n_stills. seriously charles, move on.

charles_leclerc do you honestly not miss me at all?

y/n_stills. nope, so stop whatever you’re doing and be happy with what you have.

charles_leclerc you’re just confused

y/n_stills. Dude? You’re the one who’s confused . For the last time, leave me aloneeeeeee . I swear I’ll block you and file a restraining order.

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f1wags Y/N L/N spotted with Victoria Verstappen today in the F1 Paddock! But the Red Bull Senior Designer is not in a Red Bull Uniform , I see. It looks like y/n is a full time wag today and she is off duty. Go support yo man, girl! 😏

Y/N L/N was a no show today at FP3 , which had fans curious and speculating of the photographer’s absence on the grid . But the curiosity of fans are quickly satisfied, as it was reported that y/n is indeed within the confines of the Red Bull motorhome offices , catering to her responsibilities to Red Bull. Nevertheless, she had shown support by posting congratulatory memes of the 2 Red Bull drivers on her instagram account.

Moreover, it looks like we will be in fact seeing more of y/n l/n but this time within the confines the Red Bull Garage; as a support of Max Verstappen and the whole Red Bull crew!

user1 it’s great to see that y/n takes her job seriously.

user2 we do love a boss bitch

user3 Red Bull had hit the home run with y/n fr fr

user4 a professional queen 🤍

user5 she supports Max both emotionally and professionally, we love to see it

user6 you know what I love the most? Right after her work , she said bye to the uniform

user7 I mean, no one can stop a fashion icon 😎

user8 she’s so extra , I love it HAHAHAHAH

user9 Im in love with her jacket! Someone please tell me where to get it pls pls

user10 Brunello Cucinelli … and the price hurts 😀

user 11 I always forget that they are literally loaded

“ So everybody , welcome back to Formula 1 . It’s a sunny day , no rain forecasted for today’s qualifying. Teams are stowing away their slicks and wet tires and our drivers are all at standby in their cars as they wait for the firsts qualifying session to officially start.”

“ I must say, Crofty . Our drivers are quite tense today during FP3, and even yesterday during the practice sessions; specially our drivers in red .The Ferrari Garage not particularly happy with Charles Leclerc’s rookie mistake during the 4th turn — almost causing a collision with his own teammate Carlos Sainz.”

“Ferrari was not having any of it! the drivers were called to pit instantly— was this another lapse in strategy? Or perhaps a driver error? I cannot tell, the issue was not brought up to the FIA… I mean it’s their own teammate. Very aggressive on Leclerc’s part, I might say”

“ And do you know who’s also driving aggressively during the free practices? Max Verstappen and Checo Perez — I believe that Christian Horner is loosening the reigns on his drivers. There were no radio calls to the drivers when both cars were given warnings for impeding Leclerc’s car during free practice 2 yesterday “

“ Also , another impending incident had also happened to Charles Leclerc, only this time it was by the Mclarens, By rookie Oscar Piastri and Lando Norris .They were also only left of with a warning by the FIA , as the both Mclaren were bound to enter the pits.”

“Wow , wow, The FIA is very lenient with the teams this Grand Prix… but what an unlucky session for Charles Leclerc, They could only hope that his chances in qualifying would be better”

“ First one to go out of the garage is the 7x Champion Lewis Hamilton , and not long after is George Russell. Both Mercedes are out of their garages and is waiting at pit-lane exit. Along with Fernando Alonzo’s Aston Martin.”

“And out goes Charles Leclerc’s Ferrari and Max Verstappen goes next, last year’s pole position and winner”

“Will he be able to do it again? Will Max Verstappen be able to grab another pole and another win?”

Max’s eyes never left the car infront of him , his gloved hands flexing on the Red Bull steering wheel. Body fueled with adrenaline

Mind zeroing on the red Ferrari, til the radio sound came on and the voice of GP sounded,

(Radio conversation are italicized)

; Max we are with you. Do what you need to do;

;Thanks guys, will do. I’ll keep it clean, tell checo I said thank you;

;Thanks Max, will relay your message to checo;

Max’s eyes came to view the Ferrari’s side mirror , to see Charles already looking at Him ; eyes glaring with rage. Max scoffed , lifting his visor — staring back with no fear nor regret.

“Oh, a radio from Max to his engineers, “say thank you to perez”. What could that mean?”

“And that starts the first qualifying session for this week’s Grand Prix!”

***

“ 17 minutes in Q1 and all cars are out of their garage with Lando Norris is currently leading and Piastri 0.100 seconds behind his team mate. 1 minutes left in Q1”

“Oohh! And Charles Leclerc spins out to the gravel… the wing might’ve taken some damage on that turn. It looks like the car is beached! Let’s look at it in another angle .Ferrari could only hope that Leclerc’s time will get him to Q2”

;MERDE!! THE CAR IS UNDERIVABLE!

; You’re pushing the car so recklessly!! Go back to the garage!;

;Fix this, Oversteers like shit…;

“ And that’s the checkered flag! Sargeant, Zhou, Magnussen, Hulkenburg and Ocon . And that is it for Haas and both Alphatauris are in q2! Leclerc barely making it! “

As Q1 had ended, both Red Bulls are called back to the garage and asses damages.

;That’s P3 , P3 , Max. Don’t push the car … let’s conserve the tires for now , Leclerc has been beached;

A scoff escaped Max’s lips.

;Copy;

Heat, sweat, the roar of the engine and enraged shouts filled the Ferrari garage. Charles Leclerc was seen in an argument with his engineers and mechanics — tension within one side of the garage grew rampant as the mechanics scramble to replace the front wing of the car.

Q2 was not any better for Ferrari, barely qualifying both drivers to Q3. Having everyone confused at the driver difference — as Sainz qualified in P4 while Leclerc qualifying P9.

“And welcome back to Formula 1 , We are starting Q3! Verstappen , Perez , Leclerc , Sainz, Norris, Piastri, Alonzo, Hamilton, Russell and Stroll battling for pole position”

“And that’s 12 minutes on the clock! And Half of the cars are on the circuit”

“ Hamilton sets the fastest 1st sector and 3rd sector , while Piastri sets the fastest 2nd sector!”

***

“And that is the checkered flag! The drivers have 1 one more lap for qualifying!”

“LECLERC TAKES THE FASTEST TIME! That’s P1, and Sainz crosses the line! That’s P2 and P3 for Oscar Piastri!— an amazing drive by the Ferraris!”

Everyone was tense at the red bull garage as they wait for Max to cross the finish line.

;Max , your currently in P7 , P7 , thats P7. You can do one last lap , send it Max;

;Copy, copy, where’s Leclerc?”

;Currently P1;

Max’s fingers flexed , a smirk growing in his face.

“Max makes the fastest 1st sector, and the 2nd sector…. and that’s the fastest 3rd sector!! And max crosses the checkered flag! ”

“AND THAT’S P1 FOR MAX VERSTAPPEN ! MAX TAKES POLE AGAIN! “

; What position was that?;

;That’s P1! P1! You got pole Max. Nice driving!;

; Amazing job everyone , let’s do well in the race;

“And that Qualifying! P1 for Max Verstappen, P2 for Charles Leclerc, and P3 for Carlos Sainz!”

The three drivers parked their cars to their respective places . The spaniard came rushing to hug Max , excitedly patting the Dutch driver’s back while the words “great driving” and chuckles were exchanged. The spanish driver parted from Max, then nudging the pole sitter towards the car of Charles .

The 1st Ferrari driver was getting out his car, clearly fuming. Max went near the Monegasque driver only to whisper “That’s for Y/n”, then moving away not once looking back.

“Max! Max! Congratulations on getting pole today! How does it feel to be in pole in this circuit again?“ Max went to answer the question

“Getting pole was amazing , specially this one… this holds a significant meaning to me personally.Today had been great , the car was amazing to drive ; and the team was as cooperative as ever.”

“Also Max, People had noticed that you were particularly motivated today? Is there a particular reason for that?”

“Well it’s always a motivation to win for the team , for all their hard work and all the time they spent making sure that the car was to its best. Also my friends and family are here to support… and of course my girlfriend who’s in the garage cheering me on right now”

Max answered smoothly with a practiced smile , as Leclerc was fuming from his peripheral vision.

“Ah ,of course! Y/N! A dear friend of ours here at Sky Sports! And lastly , any words for tomorrow’s race , Max?”

“Winning is always the goal , so yeah , We will try our best to keep the adding wins to the record. Thank you”

Max turned his back to the camera , handing the microphone to the Monegasque Ferrari driver — a face splitting derisive grin plastered on his face further infuriating the Ferrari driver.

“Thank you Max! We now have Charles Leclerc here with us! So Charles, how does P2 feel?”

Charles wanted nothing more than to storm out and leave the interview , as his face grew redder by the second .

“Well , its not better than pole. To be honest I’m very disappointed with the results.”

“Still an amazing effort for the team! That’s P2 for you and P3 from your teammate, right? Basing from the previous races, Ferrari had brought serious upgrades”

“Yes , but it is not enough for pole. But we will do our outmost best to beat Red Bull in tomorrow’s race. That I am sure. Thank you” and with that Charles went storming back to the Ferrari garage

“Oh! Uhm.. thanks Charles! Next we have another Ferrari Driver, Carlos Sainz on P3! So how do the upgrades feel Carlos?”

“I personally thought that the car was great compared to the last car during the last Grand Prix… the upgrades worked. We are very far from the Red Bull level of machinery, but we are getting there ….”

y/n_stills.

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y/n_stills. Another pole for you , love! Amazing driving as usual. Couldn’t be prouder 💙

P.s you didn’t have to show off, just because I’m here 🙄

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maxverstappen1: I mean that pole was for you :))

y/n_stills. 🥺🥺🥺

redbullracing a motivated Max is a scary Max

y/n_stills. Boy you said it 🥵

maxverstappen1 🫣🫣🫣

landonorris ew, keep it in your pants

y/n_stills. go cry somewhere else , norris ~ we are happy here.

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—SPORTS HUB DAILY—Formula 1 driver Charles Leclerc sparks fire within the Ferrari Garage

Article by Joseph Bens

Ferrari Driver Charles Leclerc was seen to be having a heated argument with his team, despite qualifying 2nd for the race this Sunday. The team statement was that they are happy with both of their drivers’ performances during the qualifying. According to Sainz , the car was very pliable and relatively easy to handle— and so we can rule out Leclerc having major issues with the car.

The Monegasque was reported to be unusually touchy and erratic based on fan reports as he was very adamant not to sign merchandise and interact with fans. The usually friendly driver was then seen storming off the circuit with alleged girlfriend scurrying in tow .

An inside source had tipped that an scuffle had happened between the drivers last Thursday, after the driver press conference , between Leclerc and Verstappen . The details of the fight were unknown, but it was said that Verstappen came storming out of the room — followed by Daniel Ricciardo, Oscar Piastri and a bloodied Charles Leclerc. The FIA not taking action as the incident was said to be just that, an incident and the drivers involved has refused to release a statement.

The Red Bull driver and the Ferrari driver are bringing heat on and off track! And we cannot wait for it to unfold. Tomorrow’s race would be one to watch indeed!

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——— F1 Breaking ———

Ferrari appeals for FIA investigation towards Red Bull Racing and McLaren Racing for Impeding and possible brake checks

[rivet77]

Meditation used to be a practice that always confounded me, if I'm being honest. I would set a timer, close my eyes, focus on breathing fully & naturally through my nose, and it would feel like I'm attempting to stop a speeding train. My body would *fight* me, going "you can't stop, you have shit to do, you have things to worry about, how long as it been, surely the timer is getting close to being done, maybe you should check." Practically vibrating in my seat. My eyes would twitch. My body would itch. I'd literally be able to feel my heart squirming uncomfortably in my chest on every inhale. Every cell in my body would want me to stop, and prior to the last few months, I absolutely would have stopped!

Instead, I pushed through it. Insisted on holding the brakes down until I fully stopped, no matter how much the train wanted to keep going. I'd ask myself "why am I so uncomfortable" and start "scanning" my body, going through each part and intentionally relaxing it.

As this process goes on, eventually the breathing pattern stops feeling forced. The air begins to feel much like a drink of water when I'm thirsty, nourishing me, and it feels *good.* My thoughts happen, but I'm only observing them. I watch the lights & patterns on the back of my eyelids, no longer feeling my heart pounding against my chest, and I begin to feel an odd, almost... serene sensation above my eyes. As if a heavenly room opened up in my brain; where observations, ideas, and more come to me without much effort at all. It feels almost as if you're on the very edge of sleeping, without falling asleep. Before I knew it, the timer was going off. That's when it clicked. That's the meditative state I've been looking for.

Ever since I've been practicing it more and more. It's never anything long; I started with ten minutes, then fifteen, and I did twenty for awhile. It doesn't sound like a lot, but when you're sitting with your eyes closed, doing nothing, it can feel like forever (before you hit that meditative state, that is). Fifteen minutes is my sweet spot now, and by simply remembering the feeling of that meditative state, I'm able to reach it pretty quickly in those fifteen minutes. Before, i would spend most of the time trying to get there, but it's gotten much easier, and I almost always feel so much more clear and calm afterwards.

So yeah. If meditation has ever been a problem for you, just know that if you haven't practiced it, you're going to be stopping a moving train when you try. You need to keep holding down the brakes until it stops, or it will just keep accelerating. It'll be uncomfortable, and you'll need to learn to sit with the discomfort, feel it, and let it pass. What I found beyond that is 100% worth it

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Brother’s Rival: Prove It Short Story

Prompt: Hey can you please do a request w max verstappen where the reader and him are married and their teenage daughter wants to go on a date but Max is super overprotective please ❤️

Written by raelee / posted May 21

Word count: 1274

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We watch through the links of the fence as Keagan gets out of his kart, removing his helmet and balaclava, turning towards Laurent Leclerc, and shoots daggers at him, in my opinion, in a petty manner.

“Laurent’s not going to like that look,” Rowan comments. The rivalry between a Verstappen and a Leclerc has continued to this generation- although it’s not as friendly as Charles’ and Max’s.

“He shouldn’t have braked so soon, then,” Max responds. No matter what, even if they are clearly to blame, Max will defend his kids.

They could be standing outside of a bank with a bag of cash in their hand and Max would be asking the bank why they don’t secure their money more safely.

“He would’ve run into the debris from the crash earlier, otherwise,” Rowan replies.

“Well his engineer should’ve told him about it sooner,” Avery pipes up.

Avery Verstappen, with looks just like her mother and brains just like her father. Both of which can get her in trouble from time to time.

“Uncle Charles would not be happy hearing you talk like that, Avery,” I remind her.

“Neither would Laurent,” Rowan smiles smugly at her. She reaches across me and her dad, punching him squarely on the arm. He whines to himself, rubbing the bruised area.

It’s a known fact that Laurent has a crush on Avery. From the way that he blushes whenever he sees her to the way that he stutters whenever he speaks to her, it’s been common knowledge for years. But because of the battle between Charles and Max and now Laurent and her brother, Avery refuses to even entertain the thought of dating Laurent.

Plus he would have to work up the nerve to even utter the words ‘Will you go on a date with me?’ Which currently seems impossible.

“Keagan would,” Max grins at his daughter.

I roll my eyes at the interaction. With the mentality being so similar between the two, Max and Avery will encourage each other to do anything that they think is a good idea.

Key word: they.

We wait for Keagan to get cleaned up and talk to the media before coming over to us.

“Good job today, buddy,” Max tells his son. He always makes sure to tell him those words, because his father never did.

“I crashed out, dad,” Keagan sighs. I reach out, rubbing the back of his neck comfortingly.

“Yeah, but that was Laurent’s fault, too.”

I roll my eyes. Typical of Max to suggest taking partial blame and shoving the other part onto someone else.

“I’m going to go grab a water bottle,” Avery informs us, shoving her two brothers on the way to the paddock.

Rowan glares at his sister’s back as she walks away and Keagan scoffs at the action.

“Don’t instigate her next time,” Max warns them.

“We were literally just standing here.”

Twenty minutes later, Avery still hasn’t returned from grabbing a water bottle. And the boys are getting impatient. And by boys, I mean all of them.

“Where is she? I told the boys that I would sim with them tonight,” Max switches from foot to foot, restlessly checking his watch.

“I’ll go check,” I inform them, leaning up to kiss my husband on the cheek before rolling my eyes at his behavior, walking towards the paddock to find my teenage daughter.

As I turn the corner, I hear familiar voices extremely close by. Once I catch sight of Avery and Laurent chatting with each other- closely, might I add- I duck back behind the wall. My head peaks around the corner to see if they noticed me. Luckily, they didn’t.

The two stand approximately a foot apart. Laurent looks down at Avery with a look of adoration. Avery is looking up at Laurent, twirling her Y/H/C hair around her index finger as she bats her eyelashes at him.

That’s a look that I’m all too familiar with.

It’s the look that I give Max when I want something.

“Hey babe, did you find-”And if I recognize that look, so will Max. I whirl around, pressing my hands onto Max’s chest to keep him from moving forwards.

“Oh, I don’t think she’s over here, she must’ve gone-””What are you talking about? She’s right there- oh.” Rowan stops speaking once he notices the situation that Avery and Laurent are in.

“What?” Max moves forward despite my protests, turning the corner.

“Avery Zandvoort Verstappen,” Max exclaims once he sees the pair.

“You’re named after a racetrack?” Laurent murmurs to her.

“My mom lost a bet.”

“Just what do you think that you’re doing?”

“Flirting with Laurent Leclerc, that’s what,” Keagan narrows his eyes at his sister.

She glares back at him.

It all makes sense now. Laurent exhibits his crush towards Avery through his shyness, but Avery acts the complete opposite towards him. She’s always seeking him out, wanting to talk to him about this or that. She has a crush on him too.

“Mr. Verstappen, I was actually going to try to find you later,” Laurent states.

Max raises his eyebrows at him. “And why’s that?”

“I think that your daughter is absolutely marvelous-””You think? You don’t know?”

I nudge Max in his side, giving him a hint to take it easy.

“No, no, I know, sir,” Charles’ son doesn’t skip a beat, though. “I was wondering if I had your permission to take your daughter out on a date.”

“Absolutely not,” Keagan says at the same time Avery asks, “Excuse me?”

Laurent looks between the two siblings in horror. Rowan leans against the brick wall next to us, watching the situation play out with sparkling amused eyes.

“You just caused my race to end,” Keagan says in disbelief. “And now you’re asking my sister out on a date?”

“Okay, I did not cause your race to end-””You’re going to ask my dad permission to take me out on a date? What is this, the 1950s?” Avery interrupts Laurent.

“No, I just know that you’re close with your family-””And why just my dad? My mom raised me, too. Actually, my mom was there more than my dad because of his job.”

“You’re completely right,” Laurent agrees, turning towards me. “Mrs. Verstappen, do I have your permission to take Avery out on a date?”

“You do, Laurent,” I smile at him kindly.

“Mr. Verstappen, do I have your permission to take Avery out on a date?”

I squeeze Max’s arm tightly, reminding him to be nice to the poor kid.

“Fine, just one date,” he grumbles.

“Um, aren’t you going to ask her brothers for permission?” Keagan raises his eyebrows.

Laurent opens his mouth, then closes it. It’s clear that he doesn't know what to say or do.

“You’re alright, Laurent,” Rowan shrugs with a charming grin.

“Well my answer is no,” Keagan snaps.

“Keagan-””I mean, seriously, Avery, he ends your brother’s race and then you’re going to go on a date with the guy? Stop being so stupid,” Keagan interrupts his younger sister.

Before me or Max can step in, Laurent surprisingly does. “That’s enough, Keagan, I’m not going to stand here and allow you to treat Avery that way. You know that she’s not dumb. She’s the smartest, funniest, and most beautiful girl that I have ever met. Treat her like she is.”

We all pause, looking between Keagan and Laurent for movement as they have a staredown. Finally, Keagan grins, reaching out to shake Laurent’s hand. Laurent shakes his hand unsurely.

“You’ll treat her right with that mentality. Welcome to the family, Laurent.”

[dis0rderly-cl0wn-nerd]

Crack A Smile and Cut Your Mouth

Ledger!Joker Origin Story

Chapter One - Jack

Warnings: Child abuse, domestic violence, alcoholism

Chapter Summary: Jack is introduced and we get a glimpse into his childhood and teen years.

Author’s Note: I finally finished the first chapter and came up with a title! (Title may change because it’s kinda dumb. I was scraping my brain for ideas okay) Anyway the first chapter came out shorter than I expected but the next chapters should be a lot longer 🤞 I’m super excited about this story! I’ve been planning this for a while. I hope you enjoy <3

Next >

The cool night air blew in Jack’s face as he whizzed down the pavement on his skateboard. He was on the main road but he didn’t care. Nobody was out during this time of night. 

The small town was quiet. Businesses were closed and porch lights were on. The only sounds to be heard were crickets chirping and the flickering gas station lights at the end of the road. 

Jack came out here often to get away and clear his head. He loved to skateboard and he was good at it too. He didn’t like skating with the other kids in town so he stayed clear of the rink. The streets were his safe haven.

He glanced down at his watch and decided it was time to head home. His mom would be worried. He shifted his weight to his back foot on the tail of the board, braked, and turned around.

He dreaded the thought of going back. His father would be home. No doubt yelling at his mother for something she did “wrong.” There was no telling what kind of mess he would walk into once he got home.

He left the main road and turned onto his street. It wasn’t long before he reached his house. The house was one story tall and painted white with a front deck built by his father. The deck had withered and rotted with time. Some of the boards were missing. His father had yet to fix it. Their home was plain but got the job done for a family of three people. 

Jack went around back where his bedroom window was. He pushed the window open and tossed his skateboard onto his bed. Then he hoisted himself up and climbed inside. He closed the window, listening intently to his parents in the kitchen.

Just as he predicted his father was shouting at his mother again. From the sound of his voice Jack could tell he was drunk. What else was new? 

“Why is the food cold?!” His father yelled.

“You told me you would be home at 6. You got here at 9:30.” His mother told him calmly.

Jack heard a loud smack and his mother scream. That was his que. He cracked his door open and stuck his head out to see what was going on. His mother was on the floor and his father stood over her, beating and berating her. Jack saw enough and sprung into action.

“Leave her alone!” He shouted and shoved his father away.

The drunk then turned his anger towards Jack and shoved him to the ground. He kicked him in the stomach repeatedly. Jack grunted in pain. He assumed his usual position and curled into a ball to protect himself. 

“Scott, no! Stop! Leave him out of this!” His mother cried but was ignored. 

“Shut up, you stupid bitch!” Scott shouted and didn’t hold back beating his son.

Eventually he became bored and stopped. He turned to his wife and snarled, “I’m goin’ out. Next time you better do as I tell you.”

With that he stormed out, slamming the door behind him. Once Jack was sure he was gone, he uncurled himself and rolled onto his back. He closed his eyes and sighed. His mother, Jacqueline, sat upright and gazed at her son sadly.

“You didn’t have to do that.”

Jack smiled softly. “I wanted to.”

“Are you okay? Did he hurt you?”

“Eh, I’ll probably have bruises later but I’ll be okay. Don’t worry about me.”

“I have every reason to worry about you. Come here.” 

Jack crawled over to his mom and she pulled him into a hug. She kissed his cheek. 

“I love you so much. I’m so sorry you have to deal with this. It isn’t your fault.”

“It’s not yours either, mama. He’s just an asshole.” 

Jacqueline eyed him for cursing but agreed nonetheless. Jack rested his head on her shoulder. She stroked his long brown hair and laughed to herself.

“What?” Jack asked, raising an eyebrow.

“You need a haircut.” Jacqueline told him and pointed to his curly strands cascading past his shoulder blades.

“Nope. I’m keeping it this way for as long as I can.” 

���Uh huh. What are you gonna do when you enlist?”

“Cut it off since I have to. But once I get out I’m growing it back.” 

Jacqueline shook her head. She glanced up at the time.

“You better get to sleep. It’s getting late.”

Jack nodded and helped his mother stand up. She kissed his cheek one more time and then they retreated to their bedrooms for the night. 

Jack stripped down to just his t-shirt and boxers. After moving his skateboard from his bed to the floor, he climbed into bed and curled up underneath the covers. It felt good to finally lay down. He was exhausted. 

It hurt a little to lay on his side because of the bruises that were now forming but he was used to it. There was rarely a night where Jack slept without any discomfort. His father had been beating him for as long as he could remember.

The booze wasn’t entirely to blame. Scott Napier was extremely short tempered and quick to violence. The alcohol only heightened it. How his mother ended up with him Jack never knew. Most likely it was one of those situations where someone doesn’t realize they’re in an abusive relationship until it’s too late.

Jack closed his eyes and tried to forget about his father so he could fall asleep. He often tried to block out the abuse but each time Scott beat him, it brought back the memories all over again. Sometimes in the form of nightmares and other times through random flashbacks throughout the day.

He was 17 now and becoming a young man but that didn’t stop him from wanting to curl up underneath his covers and cry himself to sleep like he did when he was younger.

He rolled onto his back and gazed at the ceiling, lost in thought.

“My leg hurts, Mommy.” Jack whimpered into his mother’s chest. 

“I know, baby. Mommy’s doing the best she can.” Jacqueline said as she bandaged the cut on Jack’s small leg caused by another one of Scott’s violent outbursts.

She finished the wrap and kissed it. “There, all better.”

…

“Come here you little shit!” Scott shouted and grabbed Jack by his shirt. 

He pulled him close and struck his face. Then he hurled him into the wall. Jack got his breath back and crawled underneath his bed. He gasped when Scott grabbed his ankle and dragged him back out. Scott kicked him in the side repeatedly and then resorted to using his fists. Jack cried and begged for him to stop.

“There you go with that crying again! You’re just like your fucking mother!” Scott bellowed and kicked him hard, knocking him over.

Jack curled in on himself and sobbed.

“Stay in here and cry then!” 

The door slammed and Jack was alone.

Jack sat straight up and brought himself back to the present. He breathed in shakily and slicked his hair back. The memories always kept him awake when he should be sleeping. After taking a few minutes to calm himself, he was finally able to clear his head and lay back down. Before he knew it, the comforting embrace of sleep took over and Jack was out like a light.

[dizzyduck44]

A week on from Miami 🌴☀️🏎️

Let’s talk about how that may have been the most significant race week in about a year and a half. And no it’s not because I’m a Lando fan.

McLaren’s upgrades

Ok first we heard they won’t be significant, then Lando got given virtually a new car! Then we are told that what Oscar has is worth 2 tenths, what Lando has 4 tenths. Seems pie in the sky until Lando started sprint quali on medium tyres and suddenly it wasn’t bullshit! Lando won the main race and only lost fastest lap to his teammate. That car has pace and the drivers to unlock it. Also consider Lando won his first Grand Prix with a car he wasn’t happy about the setup on. There is more to come from that car. By the end of the weekend McLaren had fighting talk. They expect to be in the Championship mix before 2025 if not before.

Aston said they would, McLaren just knuckled down and did it!

Ferrari seem to be checking the wrong things!

Another weekend, another he pushed me/he gave me no room incident between the scarlet teammates. In the main race by lap 6 there is the usual squabble of let me try and pass (insert driver here) if my teammate can’t. Thing is around lap 10 Lando got a message telling him he was saving his tyres better than Oscar and the two Ferraris. So consumed with the fight to go forward, they forgot to look behind them and left the door open for Lando. Ferrari you have the car, the drivers, the knowledge. Just engage your brains. Right now there is a chance for Red Bulls to have mirrors full of scarlet and papaya. Don’t fuck it up!!

Fingers crossed the Imola upgrade package steps them forward as McLaren has done.

VisaCashapp RB’s, the paint job wasn’t the only thing with impact

Daniel’s first points in the sprint and another solid weekend and points in the main race again for Yuki show that their upgrades work. If Aston continue to flounder this is the team to watch step out of the “also ran” pack. Quietly just getting on with it.

Red Bull lost its vavavoom?

Not even sure where to start with this. Sprint race, no surprises. Quali, more of the same. Race, well. The Red Bull dominance is boring, because we have seen Max gets podiums with half a floor or a hole in his side pod. The RBs are the cockroach of the grid, unkillable. Bleeding every last bit of hope out of the other teams.

So the idea that floor damage meant Max couldn’t keep up with Lando after the safety car and that Checo never really looked in danger of a podium from the first corner is difficult to understand. Max complained about that car ALL weekend. Yes there are upgrades coming but to see the Red Bull not just hit hyper mode and check out was new.

Which leads me to my point why this was so important. This season is far more open than any we have seen for a while. After the 21 from 22 Red Bull show last year, they have already missed out on two wins this season. One due to a brake failure (see earlier cockroach comment) and another to an apparent lack of pace. (Where’d the pace go?)

More importantly two other teams have already taken the top step this year. Two teams that are showing the capability to fight back at last. I fully expect to see at least 7 different race winners this year.

And with Lando now a Grand Prix winner, can we all agree that with a decent midfield car, Yuki is in fact the most underrated driver on the grid and has been for sometime?

[shunshunrika]

Angst 10 + Fluff 2 + Fluff 8 + Kaiser

₊˚Ꮚ𓂅୨⊹ JAMAIS VU - Michael Kaiser

warnings - ANGST!! Depiction of car accident, blood, hospitals, swearing, etc.

The sound of deafening sirens, strobing red lights and the screams were overwhelming your brain.

Your hands were on the steering wheel and your eyes were on the road. You were wide awake and absolutely alert, even when listening to Kaiser softly ramble about his day at practice. Your eyes were on the road. Then how did it happen so quickly?

Kaiser had offered to drive home but since you were a new driver and needed practice, you had pushed to be the designated driver. You followed all the rules, were paying attention to all parts of the road and yet, when a semi-truck blasted towards you, possibly due to a brake failure - there was nothing you could do. You couldn't react fast enough. You couldn't move out of its way.

CRASHHH!

The sound of metal crushing metal was so thunderous that you weren't able to process anything before the airbags kicked in and smothered you in your seat. It was silent for a second when you felt the sensation of a heavy body weighing down on you and quickly scrambled to open the car door and crawl out on all fours. Your heart was beating so fast as you saw people run towards the scene of the accident and help you to your feet.

"Mi-Michael?" you asked, turning around to see if anyone knew anything.

"Call the police and the ambulance!" Someone yelled over the crowd.

You fought your way out of their arms to search for Kaiser. You couldn't spot him anywhere near the car until - your eyes fell on a bloodied mass laying underneath two gigantic slabs of car metal. You blacked out after that.

The sterile smell of a hospital room woke you after God knows how long. You lay in the bed, your body aching terribly, eyes wide awake. You jerked up out of your position and were just about to scream when a nurse caught you.

"Michael!? Where's Michael?" You shrieked, trying to escape the nurse's grasp.

"Ma'am-" the nurse grit her teeth. "Calm down. The man who was with you is currently resting. He survived and is stable."

He survived.

"Okay." you say, taking a deep breath and calming yourself down. "Can I see him?"

The nurse hesitated a bit. Bad sign.

"Show me. Take me there." you demanded upon receiving that reaction. The nurse reluctantly helped you to your feet and started guiding you down a lobby and two floors down. You were soon in front of the suites marked "Special Unit"

"Ma'am, I need you to remain calm." the nurse insisted yet your heart wouldn't calm down. You opened the door slowly to see a figure propped up on the bed.

It was Kaiser. He was staring out the window, sitting under a blanket. He looked alright except for some bruises and cuts here and there. He didn't notice any of you come in. Or maybe he did but had no intention to look in your direction.

"Michael?" you asked tenderly, stepping towards him. He looked towards you with glassy blue eyes that bore absolutely no emotion.

"Why are you here?" he asks.

"W-what's wrong? I came to see how you are doing?" you said maintaining your composure but gulping down a big lump.

"Hmm." Kaiser thought for a bit. Maybe he was fine. Maybe he was just tired.

"My legs are completely crushed."

Huh?

"The doctor said I might not be able to walk, let alone play again."

What?

You must have started losing your balance because the nurse immediately moved to catch you.

"M-Michael what are you talking about?" you managed to say, your stomach dropping so low, as if you were about to throw up.

"Didn't you hear me the first time?" Michael said, smiling menacingly, looking like he was about to breakdown.

"I CAN'T PLAY ANYMORE, YOU FUCKING BITCH!" he shrieked making you flinch.

"W-wait. Michael. I-That's not it. Maybe-"

"I should have never let you drive. I told you to let me. This is all your fault!"

"Michael, maybe we can consult another doctor. Maybe we can fly out to another country to try. We have the money for that-"

“Nothing you do will fix things; no amount of money will turn back time.” he hissed through his clenched up jaw.

"Get out of my sight." He spat. "I never want to see your face again."

When you heard those words, your heart shattered into a million pieces. The room started to swirl around you, and you didn't know if you were going to pass out. The shock was so severe that you were thrown out of this scene, Michael and the nurse becoming blobs until they disappeared into the void.

"Hah.. N-no!" you found yourself gasping for air as you woke up, drenched in sweat.

"Y/N." Michael was right beside you, holding your forehead and looking extremely concerned.

"MICHAEL!" you yelled out, hugging him by the neck and making him fall on top of you.

"I am sorry. I am sorry!" you pleaded. "Don't go. Don't leave me. I- We will do something about your legs. So please, don't say you hate me!"

"Y/N!" Michael yelled back. "What's wrong? What happened? You were asleep!"

"Huh?"

"Yeah, you were mumbling at first and then you started tossing and turning." he said, rubbing your back to calm you down. His blue eyes bore concern, stark comparison to the emotionless orbs you saw in the dream.

"Your legs!"

"What happened to them?" he asked, confused.

"I crashed the car. Your legs got crushed. They said you'd never walk again." you said between gasps and sobs.

“Shhh, it was just a bad dream. It’s okay, baby.” he said, caressing your hair to calm you down. It helped to some degree.

"Michael-" you began. "Never let me drive when I'm with you okay? What if this is an omen?"

"You kidding?" Michael scoffed. "You think a nervous perfectionist like you would ever make a mistake on the road? You've never even driven one mile over the speed limit. If something happens, it's the other person's fault."

"No! You'll say that and then- then-" you gulped. "In the dream, you said you never wanted to see me again. You hated me!"

"I can never hate you Y/N." he said, kissing your forehead.

"And my destiny is to be the best striker in the world. I ain't losing my legs before that, got it? I reject the notion." he said, smirking at you, making you giggle a little.

“Stay with me, please." you said, cupping his cheek.

"Forever." he said, pulling the blanket over the two of you.

[astermath]

hey aster, happy 1k!!! love your work and you fully deserve all the love💗💗

so i’m sending in a prompt from idiots to lovers (“you’re so cute.” “what did you just say?” “i said you look like a boot.”) for robin buckley because this literally SCREAMS her

aww tysm that’s so sweet, hope you enjoy and ty for sending in a request! <3

♡ aster's 1K celebration ♡

wc: 0.9K

tags: lovestruck robin, crushing, fem!reader (duh), just some pining lol, not rlly proofread! normal sized font below

Robin is a girl that tends to fall hopelessly in love. She can’t simply have a crush, or think someone is cute, no, she always falls head over heels, straight into a vat of hearts and sappy confessions.

And usually that’s fine, that works for her. Her crushes give her a reason to go to school, to get stuff done, to put extra effort into her appearance. But she tends to admire from a distance. She knows how much she talks, and how hard it is to stop talking too.

That’s why she usually just sticks to looking at you from a distance, cheek leaning against the palm of her hand as she daydreams about the dates you could go on. In the timeline where she musters up the courage to talk to you.

But it seems that the universe has other plans. The universe being your English teacher, and the plans being a duo project about a country of your choosing.

You couldn’t choose your groups, which you didn’t mind, you could work with just about anyone. You’re smart, you could probably do this whole thing by yourself.

But to Robin, this was a huge deal. She’d never even talked to you before, besides the one time she had to apologise for bumping into you in the hallway. She still dreams about that interaction.

And now she’s gone for embarrassingly daydreaming about you to sitting in your room, surrounded by books about Italy, writing down interesting facts and discussing the order of the presentation.

But her mind is only halfway there. It’s hard to focus on wine, Rome, and pasta when you’re sitting right in front of her like this. The sunlight coming through the window is hitting your skin just right, she can smell your perfume, and your PJ shorts are the cutest she’s ever seen.

“So, do you have anything to add, or can I start writing out my part of the presentation already?”

“You look so cute.” The words leave her lips before they can even register in her own brain. It’s like her body has decided it needs to tell you how adorable you look, without her mind being able to pull the brakes at all.

You look up, quirking an eyebrow, clearly confused by what you’ve heard. “Sorry, what did you just say?”

“Ah! I, uh—“ She sits up straighter, her eyes averting to the papers scattered in front of her, cheeks tinging pink from embarrassment. She’s not great at coming up with excuses, but she doesn’t exactly have a choice right now.

“I said you uh… You look like a boot.”

Shit.

She could have slapped herself right then and there.

'Seriously, Buckley? A boot? That’s the best thing you could come up with? Not fruit, or something else nice?'

“Oh,” You look up, scratching the back of your neck for a moment. “Well, like a nice boot?”

“What qualifies as a nice boot?”

“I don’t know,” you smile, leaning backwards onto your hands. “I like cowboy boots. And gogo boots are cute too.”

“Huh. I see.” She tries not to make it seem like a big deal, but she enjoys learning small things like this about you.

A few moments pass, and she’s already got her nose shoved back into a book while you try to write down a good introduction.

“Did you actually have something to add though?” You ask, looking up from your paper.

“To the presentation?”

“Yeah.”

“Oh, I don‘t know.” She puts the book down, thinking it over for a moment. “Maybe that the word America comes from the Italian language?”

"Huh, seriously? That's really cool." You smile, and it makes the blood rush straight to her cheeks again. You're already noting it down under the 'fun facts' section of the presentation, your pen scribbling away as Robin tries to compose herself.

"Yeah, uh, Vespucci came up with it. Italian explorer." She fiddles with the bit of frayed fabric at the hem of her shirt to keep her hands busy.

"You're really smart, aren't you?" You flash her another smile, and she thinks it actually might kill her this time. There's no way someone could look this pretty.

"Oh, uhm... I-- I guess." She chuckles bashfully. "You're pretty smart too, though. You always know the answers to like, every question in class. Even though you never raise your hand."

You grin, knowing damn well that's out of pure laziness and not shyness at all. "Yeah, I guess so. 'M glad I got stuck with you on this assignment though. You're full of interesting facts, Buckley."

She smiles, averting her eyes in hopes of not looking like the complete lovestruck fool she is. "Yeah, well, maybe I'll teach you some Italian here and there too."

"Wait-- you speak Italian?" You sit up straight, eyes practically sparkling after finding out this new juicy bit of information.

"Well, only halfway so, but I like learning languages. Keeps the brain juicy, you know?"

You chuckle at that, leaning your elbows onto your knees and letting your cheeks rest on your palms. "You're somethin' else, you know that Buckley?"

"You're one to talk."

"Well, you did say I looked like a boot. I guess that counts as 'something else'."

The both of you start laughing, and suddenly she doesn't feel so bad about her slipup from earlier anymore. Or this project. Bless the universe for putting her in your room that day.

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[ambrosia-ghostie]

i am so upset.

here are my real-time thoughts from tua series finale, i guess:

- is gun control not a thing in this timeline? jeez

- i don’t even know where i’d get a gun lmao

- this is giving MAGA… yikes

- i love meghan so much. national treasure. AND she can sing. EGOT, please.

- lila isn’t the only one hiding stuff from her husband 👀

- diego talking about lila with a new lease on life 🥺

- awh this is very “it’s a wonderful life”

- lila’s family is fab. the spinoff we need.

- i love how many actors get to perform as other actors performing another role on this show

- the whistle !!! call him out dr. jean !!!

- THAT WAS SO UNNECESSARY

- dr. jean deserved better !!! 😭

- i love the fast food lady (featured extra). she understood the assignment.

- “it smells so nice in here!” why are me and klaus the same person but completely different?

- call back to viktor drawing the umbrella tattoo as a kid !!!

- holy shit, ben is the fly

- body horror is so cool

- oh hey! they’re seeing each other and it’s neither a wedding nor a funeral

- klaus still eating because he deserves it - just give him all the nourishment, please

- why do they always wait to tell each other the most important thing ??? one brain cell - i stg

- “not during christmas” - oh, diego. for those of us with chaotic families, it’s always on christmas

- klaus scooping up five’s empty seat is such big family/sibling energy

- “i didn’t see that one coming!” klaus, luther, and allison look just as confused as i still am

- THIS IS SO WEIRD AND RANDOM

- LITTLE GRACE NOOOO

- time travel is wild. five was right in s1 - i am not smart enough for it.

- “do you love him?” 🥺

- cronenberg would love this. i wonder how much of the virus effect is practical vs. cgi

- klaus’s clothes make a lot more sense for the final showdown since he probably borrowed from one of lila’s relatives

- luther’s borrowed clothing is a bit too luther to be believably borrowed tho

- this is my favorite van 🚐 set piece since little miss sunshine

- allison pulling the emergency brake is the ultimate mom arm 💪

- i too, like five, always end up in the subway (as a new yorker)

- oh shit, i just realized that no one probably told klaus how ben really died - ugh

- but, you know what, allison probably didn’t want to overwhelm the poor guy with more trauma so i’ll let the lack of communication slide this time

- “i can fly now! oh it hurts”

- aim for the tanks… like jaws… the… 🦈 ?

- sigh, five and diego beef is just really not necessary - i’m annoyed

- “my hand is stuck in its ass” !!!

- FIVE AND DIEGO STOP THIS NONSENSE

- WHO CARES ??? this romance is not that important, dude. you’ve been trying to save your family for decades, my guy 😭

- oh damn - is five going to find the right subway station now?

- if they all forget everything like fucking dorothy in kansas, i’m going to be so mad

- holy shit - PET CEMETARY, but like PET SEMETERY !!! you can’t bring someone back, not really… that’s the show 😭

- netflix loves their stephen king

- this is also the lesson in 11/22/63… JFK… yeah

- i could write a thesis on this rn

- we got our coffee shop AU ?!?!

- can i be “cheesecake five”?

- oh… oh no

- THE COMMISSION! THE FOUNDER! AHHHH

- no no no

- don’t make my children not exist 😭

- THIS ISN’T WHAT I SIGNED UP FOR

- i’m sobbing… out of hurt and anger, tbh

- the children/family are on the lifeboats 💔

….

….

…

i’m not going to be ok for a while

klaus didn’t find out how ben died ???

wouldn’t ghost ben have been able to tell him ???

they really did borrow from stephen king because the alien reginald plot was pointless (i’m looking at you, under the dome)

all in all, i’m glad i got to spend time with these characters… we could have gotten even fewer seasons based on how netflix operates. but this ending could have been written/executed so much better.

i would have even smiled if the last scene was with everyone in the void. but no. we get the original ending of the little mermaid with the marigolds instead of sea foam 😫

there were parts of it i did like - especially the cleanse - but i feel like we all deserved better…

i dedicate this post to the memory of dave, sissy, ray, and every other beautiful character who ultimately became disposable. 💔

[vvatchword]

Slow Drive

Delta couldn’t get in the car. Instead, he walked beside it as Sinclair slowly drove out to the edge of town. Sinclair kept the window down and didn’t speak at first. The Sisters followed alongside, Eleanor sobbing uncontrollably. Every now and then Delta felt her questing thoughts probing at the edges of his mind before she jerked back. The other Sisters didn’t stop her—perhaps there was some sense that he was hers—and this alone rankled.

They could have stopped her, couldn’t they? And they didn’t. They let her just slide into his skull anytime she liked. Not even Cecilia said anything about it, and Cecilia always seemed to read him better than anyone else.

“So, chief,” Sinclair said, somewhere around the ten-minute mark.

Delta bristled, waiting for the inevitable.

“What kind of TV do you watch these days?”

Delta squinted in at him. Sinclair was keeping his eyes on the road. Had he always looked this old? Delta could see a reflection of his face in the glass and tried to gauge his own age. Taut skin, dark hair, no age spots. Thirties, perhaps? He hadn’t aged while he’d been dead. That seemed right.

“Do you watch TV?” Sinclair asked. “Or do you still listen to the radio?”

Delta shrugged. Sinclair took a moment to wave at another driver, who was gaping at Delta without any shame at all. They were so busy gawking that they went over the curb; in a squeal of rubber, they slammed on their brakes and smashed into a post-office box.

“You liked adventure serials, last I remember,” Sinclair said. He snapped his fingers. “You loved adventure films.”

Why had Delta wanted this, again? There was something horrible about having someone with power over you, but the kind where someone knew more about you than you did about yourself was a torture past reckoning! It was true, wasn’t it—that he was just a big kid stuck in this monster body? Maybe it was right that a girl half his age ordered him around.

“You’re lookin’ pretty down in the mouth,” Sinclair said. “Now, honey, I promise you nothing is going to happen outside the pale. All right? No lock-ups. Nothing you don’t ask for. Just a warm meal and a drink and some entertainment. Maybe a smoke. You still like cigars?”

“I’m never free,” Delta said at last. “I never get to go where I want. Even in my dreams I don’t go where I want.”

Sinclair grimaced. “Juan, honey.”

He said it low, so quietly that it could have been lost.

“I’m so tired,” Delta said. “Nobody loves me.”

Sinclair hissed through his teeth. “That’s not true. Why, look at that girl crying over there. She loves you more than life itself.”

“She wants to order me around. She doesn’t listen to me.”

“Well, that’s teenagers for you.” Sinclair laughed. “She’s starting to realize she can make decisions of her own, that’s all. She just doesn’t know where she needs to stop. No, you’re right to put your foot down. You have a right to your own life. You know what your problem is, chief?”

Delta shook his head.

“The problem is that you’re just a big softy. You get thrown into this world outside Rapture and you have to learn all its rules again. You feel off-balance. You deal with it by trying to make everyone your friend. You know how that makes me laugh?”

Delta glanced up, brows knit together. Sinclair was grinning at him like they were sharing a big joke.

“All the best scientists of the world stirred your brain up like a soup, but they couldn’t get rid of you. Back when I knew you, the minute you figured out you couldn’t make friends, you’d run for it. And here you are, over a decade later, running from your problems—like clockwork.”

Delta drooped, rubbed at his face. There was a pressure starting in the back of his mind. The memories were going to come back. He could feel it. He’d end up rocking back and forth in Sinclair’s back yard next.

“Now, what’s sad about that?” Sinclair asked. “I thought it might make you happy to realize you’re not some machine. No, you’re John Barton. You’re a hell of a worker and a good man. Many went through Rapture and came out unspeakable. You went through and became something better. Who else has done it?”

“I killed people,” Delta said. “I’m not better.”

“You had no choice. Better than those of us who did.”

Sinclair’s face had become stern. He was looking in his rearview mirror.

“Looks like ol’ Jack there is going to keep an eye on us,” he said. “Wouldn’t doubt he’s had us all figured out for weeks now. I wonder how long he’s been looking for us.”

“Do you think he’s telling the truth?” Delta asked.

“No reason to doubt him. You two do have the same problem, all things considered.”

“What does he want with me?”

“What’d he ask you for?”

“He wanted to see Tenenbaum. That’s all.”

“Then why go to you, honey?” Sinclair asked gently. “If he needs Brigid, he should go to Brigid.”

“I’m not stupid.” Delta’s hand movements were choppy.

“I’m not saying you are. I’m saying you are a little too eager for friendship, though.”

“I have no friends.”

“Good god, John, that’s an outright lie, and frankly, I’m a bit hurt. Do you not consider me a friend?”

Delta thought about apologizing. He decided not to. Instead, he asked, “Do you think he likes me?”

Sinclair laughed. “Now, what kind of a question is that?”

“He saved me from the police. He knows what it’s like to be me.”

“So does Dr. Porter,” Sinclair said. “And so do I.”

Delta shook his head.

“Dr. Lamb was in my head.” Sinclair’s voice was low again. “She was pulling my strings like a puppeteer. Son, I went through your hell for all of a day, thinking: I may have to live like this for years if he doesn’t knock me down. Before that point, I had never wished for death in my life, but in a matter of hours I was ready to go. All that, and I hadn’t gone through even a tenth of what you did. But hell, son. Hell. When I consider what that does to a man—over weeks, over months, over years.” He took a shuddering breath. “That was your greatest fear, you know. And I’ll never be able to forgive myself for making you live it.”

Delta didn’t dare look at him. He kept his eyes on his feet. What would his old self have felt? He was too frightened to reach back where his memories were. If they started flooding through him again, here on the street… Eleanor would have to touch him again. Eleanor would probably say, “Oh, he has to go home now and sleep in his own bed.”

It did sound nice. To go home, take a shower, go to bed. All of this seemed so pointless. To run away, just to go to Sinclair’s house, where he’d probably sleep on the floor, and Sinclair would talk to him like he was pitiful the whole damn time. Tomorrow he’d probably just go home, and everything would go back to the way it was, and he’d just take it, because of course he would. Who else could love him? Where else would people make a home for him?

It startled him to realize that this was why Sinclair couldn’t love him anymore. His previous self had been a whole person—a person who could speak, who was nice to look at, who knew who he was. But his current self… what was he to Sinclair but a child, an invalid, more dog than a man? Who could love that?

“I’m tired of thinking about it,” Delta said. “I’m tired of people feeling sorry for me. I just want to feel like a person. I don’t. I scare people.”

“That’s my fault, too.” Sinclair’s voice was thick.

“I don’t care.” Delta shook his head. He still didn’t look at Sinclair. “You feeling sorry doesn’t change it. I can’t change it. It happened. I don’t care. I just want to be a person.”

“But you are a person and we can help you. It’s just a matter of time at this point.” Sinclair slapped the side of his car. “And won’t you look at that! Home sweet home.”

Delta jerked his head up. They had pulled into a residential area. A series of brick houses spread out under comfortable old shade trees. Kids were throwing frisbees for their dogs a couple of houses over. The house that Sinclair was talking about was a red-brick affair with a nicely manicured lawn and a door with a stained-glass window.

“Eleanor!” Sinclair said, waving her toward him. “Come here!”

Delta froze as Eleanor, red-eyed, shuffled up to the window.

“Sweetheart, I swear on everything true and good in this world to treat your pops like a gentleman,” he said. “You understand me? I keep him off the street a night, and he gets that guest bedroom all to himself. But, see, I need some help from you to make sure this works out.”

Eleanor’s eyes were swollen and red. She stared at him without expression.

“I need you to get some clean clothes for him,” he said. “Let’s say—two days’ worth. Something for bed, something for daytime. Maybe a toothbrush and a razor and his shampoo, things like that. If you bring that on over, I can make sure he’s comfortable, and you can see how he’s settling in. And don’t you worry. I’ll bring him back as soon as possible, hopefully in better shape than he left.”

Without a word, Eleanor turned away and disappeared in a flash of light. The kids with the frisbees started shouting about it. Equally silent, completely expressionless, the Sisters all turned together and walked back toward town.

“You know, that’s the kind of thing I’d expect to see in a horror film,” Sinclair said, watching the girls troop away.

Sinclair turned into the driveway. Delta wavered for a moment, stuck between following him and turning to follow the girls back to Tenenbaum’s. The kids and their dogs had stopped to watch now. The dogs were alert in an unpleasant way—ears up, rigid-legged, tails swaying side to side slowly.

Delta held his face. Even dogs didn’t like him. Maybe it was Eleanor’s sadness pushing in on him, but he thought he was going to cry next.

“Hey, chief, look at this,” Sinclair said, leaning out of his window. “Come’ere!”

Delta slogged up beside him, leaned down. Sinclair held a little plastic doohickey with a button on it.

“Watch,” he said, and pressed it.

The garage door grumbled and lifted. Delta jumped. He must have made some noise because the dogs started barking.

“I’m living the good life,” Sinclair said, winking at him, and pulled into a spotless garage. “Get in here before you die of heat stroke.”

Delta wished he could tell him it was fine; poison couldn’t kill him, bullets couldn’t kill him, the cold couldn’t kill him, so what was the sun? But without a word, he ducked into the garage. The door closed behind him, cutting out the light and the Sisters, until it closed with a heavy thunk.

~*~*~*~

Sinclair’s home was dark: dark paneled wood walls, dark wine-colored carpet, heavy embroidered curtains draped over the windows. Delta caught sight of a living room set up with an easy chair and a sofa and a nice TV set. Everything smelled like cigarettes. As Sinclair flicked on lights and air conditioner, he headed down the right-hand corridor into an equally dark office, all mahogany and stuffy-looking, with uncomfortable-looking high-backed chairs. Delta eyed them warily from the hallway.

The first thing Sinclair did was sink into his office chair, grab his phone, and call Dr. Tenenbaum. Delta, feeling obnoxiously large, waited at the door.

“Brigid!” Sinclair said. “Found him. Oh, he got all the way to town. I had been out of the car maybe ten minutes when you called… all I did was pull out onto 9th Street and there he was. The man’s athleticism is unreal. Nope. Well, he did have a little run-in with the police, but… well, you won’t believe who he met.” He waited a second. There was complete silence on the other end.

“Jack Wynand,” said Sinclair at last. “Don’t know what he was doing with our boy here, but apparently he wanted to speak with you abou…”

“NO,” Dr. Tenenbaum said.

“All right, good enough,” Sinclair said. “I don’t know what he’s up to, but I don’t feel good about it, either. I thought you said he was a young man?” His brows drew together as Tenenbaum spoke. “That’s not right. He can’t have been a day under sixty.”

A muttering sound.

“He’s still a big guy. I wouldn’t get in a fight with him.” Sinclair drew out his pistol, released the magazine, popped out the bullets one by one, counted them under his breath, loaded the gun again. “Say, John?”

Delta jerked upright.

“Can you do me a favor and grab my holster? It’s right in that drawer across from me. Right there. Thank you, buddy. Sit down, sit down, take the weight off.”

The couch’s legs looked delicate, and the armchairs were too narrow, so Delta sank down on the floor, folding his arms over his knees. He loomed over Sinclair despite simply sitting. He felt so strangely childish.

“My question is this,” Sinclair said, throwing off his jacket. “Do I need to be worried about Mr. Wynand?”

When Tenenbaum spoke, it was quietly, and the rhythm was too even for Delta to make out anything. Sinclair buckled his holster. His smile sank into a frown.

“All right,” he said. “Understood. I just can’t figure what use John would be to him. Might it be to get to Eleanor?”

Delta whipped his eyes up to Sinclair’s. Sinclair was staring straight into his face, eyes solemn. He tucked his pistol under his arm.

“I thought not,” Sinclair said. “Well, thank you. Let me know if anything changes in the night. I sent the girls to get John some overnight clothes.”

Dr. Tenenbaum said something short.

“Doctor, if Eleanor and the girls had gotten there first, I’m afraid John would’ve left with Wynand. Hell, there might’ve been a fight, and frankly, I shudder to think of it. I think I was a fair option.”

Dr. Tenenbaum snapped something.

Sinclair took a deep breath and pressed his fingers against his temple. “Let me make this plain. I won’t take advantage of him. I swear on my dear sweet mother. He’s barely two months out of the suit and he’s like a whole new person; god knows who he’ll be by the third. I aim to spoil him rotten and nothing more. He will stay in the guest bedroom.”

Dr. Tenenbaum started talking. Sinclair listened, lips pressed together. He reached into a drawer and pulled out a carton of cigarettes. He opened it and shook it at John. John took it with a grateful nod and plucked one out. It was so tiny and delicate and soft in his hand.

“I understand. You don’t have to worry about me. If you feel like you have to check up, do. I promise it’s all above-board here at Casa de Sinclair. You don’t have to believe it, but that’ll just give you more worry than it’s worth. Go to bed with a clear conscience. I will.”

Sinclair tucked a cigarette in the corner of his mouth and held out his lighter, the flame snapping into life above it. John lit it and sank back against the wall, one knee drawn up, one leg thrown out. He breathed in; breathed out.

“All right. Give my love to the girls. Reassure Eleanor I’ll be nothing but a gentleman. And don’t forget the man’s toiletries! Bye.”

He shook his head as he slapped the receiver on its cradle. “Good god, Juan. Your lot is going crazy without you. How do you do it?”

Delta paused, staring, before shaking his head.

“They do fine without me,” he signed.

“So you say,” Sinclair said, pushing pencils around on his desk with an idle finger. “Now, look. Brigid says you shouldn’t go out without someone from now on. I tend to agree.”

“I’m not stupid,” Delta said, hands stabbing through the motions.

“Of course you’re not stupid,” Sinclair said. “But you know Mr. Wynand killed several of your coworkers, don’t you? And those were fully kitted out. I doubt he’d hesitate for you.”

Delta growled. “I’d run away.”

“Good thinking. Do not fight him.” Sinclair rapped the table with every word. “Leave. In fact, take it one step further: you see him coming, you just run the other way.”

“What if he’s a friend?” Delta asked. “What if he wants to help?”

“Help with what?” Sinclair asked. “He’s the one who came to you. Now, although I doubt Mr. Wynand there went out today intending to catch you, he clearly wanted to use you in some way, and I’m guessing whatever it was wouldn’t have been very kind.”

“I don’t care,” Delta said. His eyes were burning.

A pencil bounced off of his forehead. He recoiled, only for Sinclair to flip a second one at him. It bounced off of the wall and against the back of his neck. Delta growled, yanked at his sleeve—only to feel the pencil tilt down his collar and slip into his shirt.

“For god’s sakes, don’t be dramatic. You’ve cared every step of the way. I should know.” Sinclair slapped another pencil down on his desk eraser first. “Now I suppose there’s no better time to address the, ah… Big Daddy in the room, as it were.”

Delta snarled and twisted his shirt out of his jeans. Crumbled leaves and dirt sprinkled onto the carpet.

“You clearly have some feelings for me.”

Delta’s breath caught in his throat. He kept his eyes down on his shirt.

“Now as touched as I am—and I will not lie, I am deeply, deeply moved—we were very different people 13 years ago. And even if we hadn’t changed as much as we have, right now is clearly a very sensitive time for you.”

Delta shook his shirt out until bits of hay filled the air.

“Do you know what you look like right now?” Sinclair asked, rising from his desk.

Delta reddened, fabric knotted up in his hands. The pencil plinked onto the floor.

“You look like a new human being every damn day,” said Sinclair. “I had no idea you were going to get this far. None of us did. It’s almost like you’re back.”

Delta smoothed his shirt out, dropping his eyes. The ash was building up on the end of his cigarette until it looked like a closed lotus.

“Tomorrow, you may realize you hate me,” Sinclair said. “I may have to call Eleanor from a payphone on the other side of town because you decided to throw my car at me. And frankly, I wouldn’t put it past you. You know what your last words to me were?” Sinclair slapped his pencil down. “You told me to go fuck myself.”

Delta squeezed his hands into a fist on his knee.

“Son, you’re about to have more ash than cigarette there. Come here, for god’s sakes.” Sinclair pushed an ashtray over the desk.

John tapped off the ash, eyes lowered. In the back of his brain, he could feel an electrical static building.

“Sorry,” he signed.

“I don’t know whether you’re apologizing for the past or for now, and either way, I don’t give a damn,” Sinclair said. “You don’t have to apologize. You’re being honest. You have nothing in you but honesty. It’s like I get to see you in your childhood.”

Delta snarled and shoved himself upright. “I’m not a child.”

“That’s not what I meant. It’s a good thing. It’s you before someone beat all that fear into you.”

“What do you mean? Who beat me?”

“Don’t listen to me. It doesn’t matter.” Sinclair cleared his throat. “I just want you to know that as long as you stay here, my bedroom is off limits, as yours is from me. And you will not try to do anything beyond a handshake, you understand?”

“I’m sorry. I understand.” Delta took a deep drag of his cigarette. He couldn’t take his eyes off of the carpet.

“Again, you don’t have to apologize. You owe me nothing. But you aren’t well yet. You’re nowhere near well yet. I say you rest for a year at least before you start thinking about romance. And given what you’ve gone through, I’ll be frank: maybe it should be two or three or… lord. Five. The longer you wait, the better you’ll feel. Take some advice from an old rake.”

“I’ll go back,” Delta said. His fingers moved listlessly. “I’m sorry.”

“I don’t mean that at all. Look at me. Look at me, Juan.”

Delta shook his head. Then he saw Sinclair’s shiny shoes up next to his beat-up sneakers. Sinclair leaned in, stared up into his face.

“I love you, Juan,” Sinclair said softly. “More than you know. But think about it this way. You need some time to understand what you really want. If you move too fast, you’re more likely to make regrets than good memories. All right?” He took Delta’s hand and clapped it between his. “Worry about recovering. Wait for Tenenbaum to collect the ADAM we need for your procedure. Learn a little about yourself.”

“Is Eleanor going to be safe?” Delta asked. He felt like his arms and hands were moving through syrup. “Should I go back?”

“Is Eleanor going… good god, honey, she nearly took the whole damn house off its foundation this afternoon,” Sinclair said. “There are 12 other Big Sisters at that house, all just as powerful as she is. I don’t like it that Wynand’s here, but I’d like to see him try and cause trouble with a house full of Supergirls. No, if there’s anyone in trouble here, it’s you.”

Delta closed his eyes. He had to go home. It was the right thing to do. The whole house full of Sisters and an enemy skulking around the perimeter! And at the same time, he couldn’t seem to move his legs.

“You okay there, chief?” Sinclair asked.

Delta shook his head, blew out a cloud of smoke, watched the patterns shift and dissipate.

“I’m glad you’re here. Do you understand? I’m pleased as punch. It doesn’t even seem real that we’re underneath the same roof again. Hell, forget about me—I think you might benefit by getting out of the house a while. Think of it as a vacation—a little time to recoup. Now come on. There’s a case of beer with your name on it and a night full of the world’s most rotten television.” Sinclair rose, throwing his jacket over his arm. “As for me, I’m going to make a roast beef sandwich. How about it? I’ve got fresh bread. As the kids today say—it’ll blow your mind.”

~*~*~*~

Delta’s bedroom was clearly not meant for someone his size. The bed was too small, the ceiling too low. If he turned on the fan and stood up, he’d get whacked in the forehead. His stomach sank. Was this the plan? To make him capitulate through discomfort?

“I don’t think I thought this through,” Sinclair said, clucking with displeasure. “Perhaps if we get the mattress on the floor of the den and lay the couch cushions at one end? That might be nice. Much roomier in there, in any case. And you can turn the television on in the morning and watch it in bed.” He winked. “Very cozy.”

“But I can’t keep you out of the living room,” Delta signed nervously.

“Oh, I won’t need to go in there past ten,” Sinclair said. “You’ll be snug as a bug in a rug, as my grandmother would say. Ah, son, cheer up!” He slapped him on the shoulder. “I can’t stand you lookin’ so sad. How many times were you making these faces under that helmet? I can’t stand the thought.”

Delta felt at his cheeks. He felt strangely naked all of a sudden. He wanted his suit again. He wanted his helmet.

“What are you feeling for up there?” Sinclair asked.

Delta shook his head. “I should go home.”

“You are home, honey.” Sinclair set a hand on his wrist. “Can you do me a favor, though?”

“Sure.”

“Can you drag the mattress yourself? I hate to ask you, but this leg makes everything a trial.”

“It’s no problem.” Delta leaned down into the bedroom, flipped on the light.

For a second, he saw the flash of a human shadow against the window. He started. Just as suddenly, he felt silly; he was seeing his own shadow thrown up against the blinds. No one could see in. Why would they want to, anyway?

“What is it, honey?” Sinclair asked.

“Nothing,” Delta said. “Bad thought.”

“You’ve been doin’ better, I thought.”

Delta was startled to realize the memories had settled back down. Was that all he had to do? Get upset and run to town? Maybe they would come back in the night.

Try not to think about it. Thinking about it will make it worse.

“Do you remember how to play gin rummy?” Sinclair asked as Delta lifted the mattress.

“I don’t know.” Delta pushed it on its side, leaned over almost double.

Sinclair sidled out of the way. “Well, we’ll bring out cards and see if you do. If you can’t remember it, well. We’ll just teach you again. Meanwhile, we’ll get you another cigarette, eh?”

Delta looked at his hands pressed against the mattress. God, they were huge.

“When will they get enough ADAM for me?” he asked.

“I’m afraid I don’t know. We’d have to ask Dr. Tenenbaum that.”

“When I go crazy,” Delta said, “what will you do to me?”

Sinclair paused. “Let’s not think about that right now, honey. Besides. You’re doin’ great. Much better than we ever thought you would!”

“Something’s wrong with me,” Delta said. “I can’t think. It’s better, but it’s… worse. It should be faster.”

“You’re worried, that’s all. You haven’t been away from Eleanor this long and you did just have a fight with her. Come on, let’s get you settled down. I’ll get you a beer.”

Delta was about to ask if he thought Eleanor would forgive him when it struck him suddenly: if he wanted Sinclair not to think of him as a child, he should stop acting like one. He sounded like a child, didn’t he? Complaining all the time?

At first, he resolved to stop flapping his fingers so goddamn much. But the thought of shutting up filled him with a loneliness so complete it was a physical ache. Suddenly he completely understood Eleanor’s hatred of Sinclair. It was all his fault! It was all his fault he was like this! In the memories, he had been holding full conversations, jumping from subject to subject with ease! Even his terror in front of the whipping-man had been something—pure, almost. Since waking up, he couldn’t remember feeling anything that strongly except for his love for Eleanor and the power of his anger, and even then, both feelings made him feel tired, like there was such a frantic need to feel anything at all that he clung to them overlong.

The sheer level of work and uncertainty ahead of him squashed him so suddenly that he burst into tears. Horrified, he mashed his face into his opposite shoulder, rubbing his eyes so hard that fireworks went off behind his eyelids. But the tears wouldn’t stop, nor would the awful choking sounds. He couldn’t help it. Oh, of course he’d start crying here! Right in front of Sinclair!

Sinclair had started patting him on the shoulder.

“Shhh. Come on, John. Just get that bed all laid out so you can lie still a while.”

Delta shook his head over and over. “I didn’t mean to!” he said. “I’m sorry!” He mashed his cheeks against his shoulders, one after the other.

“You’ve had a rough day. Hell, a rough few months. You’ve cried before this; don’t worry about it.”

“I don’t remember!”

“Don’t worry about it,” Sinclair said, slapping him on the back. “Look, you have plenty of very good reasons to cry, don’t you?”

Delta flung the mattress on the living room floor.

“I hate being like this!” he said. “I shouldn’t be like this! Like a baby! Giant and stupid!”

“I won’t have you insulting yourself,” Sinclair said softly. “You’re not stupid and you’re not a child. It’s just that right now it seems like too much. That’s fine. Look. Even if you could have been reverted in one go—why, look at Dr. Porter. It took him months to get to the point he’s at now. Hell, it’s taken me months just to be able to hobble around. And Dr. Porter had to deal with brain trauma on top of all of it, which, I’m told, makes the situation particularly heinous. Dr. Porter was the Alpha series right before me, wasn’t he? Second to last ever made?” Sinclair turned Delta’s chin down. “The process was standard by then, honey. He didn’t have half as much done to him as you did. You were in the pipeline for years. Not days, not weeks, not months. Years. It will take you more time to get better than either of us. And anyone who’s worth half a damn will give you that time. Do you understand me?”

“But what if I never get better?” Delta asked. “What if I’m like this forever?”

Sinclair’s hand clamped down on Delta’s wrist. His voice rose.

“Then they will give you that time,” Sinclair said, enunciating each word. “Anyone who matters will give you that godforsaken time. Do you hear me? Show me you understand.”

Delta nodded. His hand was pressed over his eyes.

“Good.” Sinclair slapped him on the shoulder. “You’ll feel better if you’re clean. Come on. You’ll fit best in the master bath.”

Delta followed along, rubbing his sleeve under his nose. The fear and shame was drifting away. In its place was an aching emptiness.

I want to be worthy, he thought.

Worthy of being a man. Worthy of being respected. Worthy of being wanted. Worthy of being loved.

UPRISING: BLACK SCRAPBOOK HUB

[andichoseyou]

THE ERAS TOUR ASK GAME!

💗Miss Americana And The Heartbreak Prince: it's been a long time coming... what was your opinion on the Lover album when it first came out, and what are your opinions on it now?

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💗The Man: i'm so sick of running as fast as i can... can you name some songs, movies, poems, etc that make you feel powerful? like you could do anything?

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🍂THE EVERMORE ERA: if you could add one Evermore song to the setlist, which one would it be?

♟️...Ready For It?: in the middle of the night... what is the last dream that you can remember? what was it about?

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♟️THE REPUTATION ERA: if you could add one Reputation song to the setlist, which one would it be?

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💟Long Live: we will be remembered... what is your favorite Taylor related memory?

💟THE SPEAK NOW ERA: if you could add one Speak Now song to the setlist, which one would it be?

🧣22: it feels like one of those nights... when is your birthday? how old are you turning? what is something you want to do for it? do you have any birthday traditions?

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🧣I Knew You Were Trouble: so shame on me now... name 5 songs to scream-sing in the car with the windows down

🧣All Too Well (Ten Minute Version): i know it's long gone... what song(s) by taylor would you want a ten minute version of?

🧣THE RED ERA: if you could add one Red song to the setlist, which one would it be?

☕️The 1: i guess you never know... do you prefer The 1 or Invisible String?

☕️Betty: i know i miss you... what taylor swift song do you feel like she wrote just for you? a song that you relate to so much that it feels like she got inside your brain?

☕️The Last Great American Dynasty: 50 years is a long time... if you could write an essay/book/song/etc about any historical figure, who would you choose and why?

☕️August: you were never mine... favorite month of the year? why is it your favorite?

☕️Illicit Affairs: don't call me kid, don't call me baby... top 3 favorite taylor swift bridges?

☕️My Tears Ricochet: why are you at the wake... what are your go-to songs for when you need a good cry? (doesn't just have to be taylor songs!)

☕️Cardigan: i knew you... what is your favorite piece of clothing that you own?

☕️THE FOLKLORE ERA: if you could add one Folklore song to the setlist, which one would it be?

🦋Style: take me home... if you could ask taylor to cover one song, which song would you choose?

🦋Blank Space: if the high was worth the pain... what was the first taylor song you ever heard?

🦋Shake It Off: it's gonna be alright... list ten things that make you happy!!!

🦋Wildest Dreams: i bet these memories follow you around... would you consider yourself an optimist or a pessimist?

🦋Bad Blood: blood runs cold... all time favorite taylor collab? who do you want to see her collab with next?

🦋THE 1989 ERA: if you could add one 1989 song to the setlist, which one would it be?

🍀Surprise Songs: what are your two dream surprise songs that you want to see live?

🌌Lavender Haze: i just need this love spiral... what is the funniest/stupidest rumor about taylor swift that you have seen/heard?

🌌Anti-Hero: too big to hang out... are you a sexy baby or a monster on the hill?

🌌Midnight Rain: all of me changed... do you prefer sunshine or the rain?

🌌Vigilante Shit: don't get sad, get even... post your favorite taylor pictures from the eras tour!!

🌌Bejeweled: a diamond's gotta shine... out of the 4 music videos from midnights that we have, which one is your favorite? which one is your least favorite?

🌌Mastermind: none of it was accidental... what is your favorite "big word" that taylor has used in a song? (ex: Machiavellian, incandescent)

🌌Karma: sweet like honey... karma is cat for taylor, but what is karma to you?

🌌THE MIDNIGHTS ERA: if you could add one Midnights song to the setlist, which one would it be?

[gabykatttt]

Separation

Final pt

This song is called Grenade so Ellie this is for you Theodore said as the song started playing.

Theodore 🎶🎤

Easy come, easy go, that's just how you live, oh

Take, take, take it all, but you never give

Shoulda known you was trouble from the first kiss

Had your eyes wide open

Why were they open? (Ooh-ooh)

Gave you all I had and you tossed it in the trash (ooh-ooh)

You tossed it in the trash, you did (ooh-ooh)

To give me all your love is all I ever ask

'Cause what you don't understand is

I'd catch a grenade for ya (yeah, yeah, yeah)

Throw my hand on a blade for ya (yeah, yeah, yeah)

I'd jump in front of a train for ya (yeah, yeah, yeah)

You know I'd do anything for ya (yeah, yeah, yeah)

Oh, oh, I would go through all this pain

Take a bullet straight through my brain

Yes, I would die for ya, baby

But you won't do the same

No, no, no, no

Uh

Black, black, black and blue

Beat me 'til I'm numb

Tell the devil I said "Hey" when you get back to where you're from

Mad woman, bad woman

That's just what you are

Yeah, you'll smile in my face then rip the brakes out my car (ooh-ooh)

Gave you all I had and you tossed it in the trash (ooh-ooh)

You tossed it in the trash, yes, you did (ooh-ooh)

To give me all your love is all I ever ask

'Cause what you don't understand is

I'd catch a grenade for ya (yeah, yeah, yeah)

Throw my hand on a blade for ya (yeah, yeah, yeah)

I'd jump in front of a train for ya (yeah, yeah, yeah)

You know I'd do anything for ya (yeah, yeah, yeah)

Oh oh, I would go through all this pain

Take a bullet straight through my brain

Yes, I would die for ya, baby

But you won't do the same

if my body was on fire

(No) ooh, you'd watch me burn down in flames

(No) you said you loved me, you're a liar

'Cause you never, ever, ever did, baby

But darling, I'd still catch a grenade for ya (yeah, yeah, yeah)

Throw my hand on a blade for ya (yeah, yeah, yeah)

I'd jump in front of a train for ya (yeah, yeah, yeah)

You know I'd do anything for ya (yeah, yeah, yeah)

Ooh-ooh, I would go through all this pain

Take a bullet straight through my brain

Yes, I would die for ya, baby

But you won't do the same

No, you won't do the same

You wouldn't do the same

Ooh, you'd never do the same

No, no, no, no-oh

The crowd clapped their hands as Theodore dropped the microphone and got off the stage.

Eleanor followed him.

Theodore Theodore please stop Eleanor said.

How could you do this to me Ellie? I loved you so much and this is how you repay me cheating on me with a skank Theodore said.

I wanted to tell you but was scared Eleanor said.

Of what that I’ll find out well GUESS WHAT I did so go tell your little pathetic boyfriend of yours that we’re unofficial Theodore said.

What does that mean? Eleanor asked.

Are you stupid it means that we’re DONE AND I DONT WANNA SEE YOU EVER AGAIN Theodore said turning away before walking out.

I…f*cking quit this band tell Simon that Theodore said bursting into tears and walked away.

Alvin you can’t just give up it’s been your dream to become a singer Jeanette said.

She’s right Alvin don’t quit just because you’re going through something doesn’t mean you can quit Simon said.

Alvin remained quiet trying to hold back his tears.

Alvin are you okay? Brittany asked.

NO IM NOT OKAY I WANNA STOP SINGING BECAUSE IM DIAGNOSED WITH A MENTAL DISORDER I CANT CONTROL IT Alvin yelled bursting into tears.

That’s why you wrote that song because you’re dealing with a mental breakdown? Brittany asked.

Yes…I’m always been struggling with my mental health and I can’t do it anymore so I’m quitting the band like or not you can’t force me to stay Alvin said.

If you’re quitting so am I Brittany said.

Why? Jeanette asked.

Because I’m sick and tired just being all perfect and I don’t wanna fool myself anymore it’s sickening Jeanette it’s time to go on separate ways Alvin’s dealing with his mental health and I personally dealing with my health too so it’s over Brittany said.

Goodbye Simon you’re on your own now Alvin said getting up from his seat and left.

Bye Jeanette tell Eleanor that she’ll no longer live with us Brittany said.

You’re kicking her out? Jeanette asked.

Yes she cheated on Theodore Brittany said walking out. Leaving Jeanette speechless.

I guess we’re on our separate ways Simon said.

Yeah…we are Jeanette replied.

Our singing careers are over Eleanor said crying walking away.

Jeanette I have something to tell you Simon said.

Yes Simon? Jeanette asked.

Will you be my girlfriend? Simon asked with a blush on his face.

Yes Jeanette said.

Simon smiled pulling Jeanette into a kiss.

Theodore was watching them still crying about his heartbreak and left.

Alvin in the other hand was no longer the awesomest one he’s more like a psychopath.

The end….

@simplydannie @skydiverdrawings @horrorartist23 @juniper-666 @justnat3 @once-ler-ask-blog153 @zephyrmars

[mymisfitsbabe]

The other sides

****TRIGGER WARNING FOR Toxic behavior, threating tones, screaming matches***

*A Max and Billy bonding fic* *But lets face it, Billy is a dramatic shit and he lets his anger rule him*

“I just mopped the floor with Dustin!” Max said with an ear splitting grin plastered across her face as she rolled her window down. “You should have seen it! I lulled him into a false sense of security then,” She clapped her hands together, cupping them slightly so the sound she created boomed in the confined space of the car. “Wham! .K.O.”

Max laughed and rambled on about the game and how she wished everyone else had been there to see her demolish Dustin.

“Why was it just the little Harrington brat, where’s your boyfriend?” Billy asked in confusion as he drove them home from the arcade.

It was still early morning, Billy had woken up to Neil yelling at him to ‘go find your sister or else’. Lucky for him it was a Sunday, so that meant their parents would be at church for a few hours and they weren't  due to be home till afternoon. Honestly Billy was surprised the arcade was open so early, and even more so that Max had just come right out when he’d honked for her.

“Henderson?” Max had corrected, looking at Billy like he’d just said the sky was green. 

For a split second Billy didn't know what Max was talking about, but slowly his brain absorbed the information. “Wait, I thought that one was Steve's brother? The one with the hat, right?”

“What? No, that's Dustin Henderson, he’s an only child.” Max shrugged. 

“Wait, then which brat is Harrington’s brother?” Billy asked, confused. 

“Uh, no one. Steve and Dustin are just, like, best friends. That or Dustin has some really good dirt on Steve.” Max laughed.

That had all the alarms in Billy’s head going off. Billy slammed on the brakes, veering the car off to the shoulder of the road and throwing it in park. Billy glared at Max anger rolling off him so hard Max flinched in her seat.

“Why the fuck is he always hanging around you guys if he hasn’t got any siblings?” Billy yelled at her.

“H-he’s Dustin's friend!” Max had yelled back letting the shock fade into anger.

“No, Max, he’s not. No highschooler just hangs out with middle schoolers for fucking fun. Why was he there that night?” Billy demanded.

“I told you not to bring that up agai-” 

“I'm not fucking joking, Max!” Billy snatched her arm and yanked her closer to him. “Why the fuck was Steve Harrington hanging out all alone with a bunch of fucking kids? I want the truth.”

“Fuck you!” She hissed at him. “I still have that bat you asshole!”

“Max, this is serious! I swear to you if you don't tell me the fucking truth I’m gonna take that bat and use it on him!” Billy hissed.

Max looked at him with so much horror on her face that it turned his stomach, but he didn't back down, didn't loosen his grip on her arm.

“He was protecting us!” Max growled through gritted teeth. 

“What the hell does that mean?” Billy asked, letting her go.

“It's none of your business.” Max sneered.

“Not my-.” Billy scoffed. “If it involves you, then it's my goddamn business, Max.”

“I can't tell you!” Max screamed at him. “I can't tell you and you promised you wouldn't talk about that night ever again.”

“I’m going to rip his fucking head off!” Billy growled, clenching his jaw so tight it hurt as he started to shift the car back into drive.

“Wh- what are you doing?!” Max asked shifting in her seat as Billy pulled his car back onto the road.

Billy ignored her as he sped his way toward the Harrington house. Max watched the road with wide, fear filled eyes, her hair whipping around like flames in the wind. Billy could all but see the little hamster wheel in her head turning as she started to panic.

“Billy, please! Don’t do this!”

“Then just tell me why he was there!” 

“I can't!” Max screamed at him.

“Why not?!” Billy yelled back at her, taking a turn a little too hard. “Did he tell you not to?!”

“Billy!” Max screeched, she scrambled to pull on her seat belt and Billy laughed feeling down right feral.

“You think I won't go to his house?” Billy yelled glaring over at Max as she clung to the seatbelt. “You think I won't break him?”

“You’re an asshole! He didn't do anything wrong! He was protecting us, I swear!” Max screamed at him, her face going red in splotches. 

“Not good enough!” Billy growled slamming on the gas as he sped down Steve’s street.  

“Billy, just stop, please! Just stop!” Max begged, grabbing his shoulder and yanking at him.

“Not a fucking chance.” 

The tires screeched as Billy jerked the car into Steve’s driveway, he threw the car into park beside the beamer and started to get out of the car. Max wrapped her arms around his neck and yanked him back into the car, Billy choked, grabbing at her arms and trying to keep upright.

“Get offa me Max!” Billy yelled as he tried to slip from her grip.

“You can't do this, Billy! Steve didn't do anything wrong!”

“Then tell me what he did! Tell me why you can't talk about that night, what the fuck happened?!” Billy yelled as he struggled out of Max’s arms, he grabbed her thumbs and pried himself free.

“Billy! Billy, please! Please, I swear he was just protecting us!” Max fisted her hand in his shirt, bunching up the black tee shirt at his sleeve. 

“Protecting you from what?! Huh? What the fuck is out there that's so goddamned bad that some random highschooler needs to protect you and a bunch of other middle schoolers ALONE in the middle of now where, at night, in FUCKING INDIANA!” Billy bellowed, his anger spilling over into fury. 

“Billy,” Max whined, she looked around panic clear on her face. “I can’t tell you, I can’t, but I promi-”

“Max, there is no good fucking reason for grown man you ask you to keep things from me! Whatever he told you, is just some bullshit tactic to get you to trust him.”

“Wait…” Max’s face scrunched up in confusion, she stared at him for a moment in disbelief before cracking a smile.

“What?!” Max laughed, the sound so abrupt that it startled Billy. “You think Steve Harrington was trying to-” She couldn't finish the sentence she was laughing so hard.

“Then why was he there, Max! If he wasn't being a fucking creep why was he there, why did he lie and why the fuck can't you tell me?”

Max shook her head and wiped at her eyes. “I already told you,” She said as the laughter died down. “He was there to protect us, nothing else. Dustin kidnapped Steve cause he was the only one around, or something.” Max shrugged and put her hands up to show she had no idea.

“Steve went to go help Dustin because Nancy was pissed at him, or something, I didn't really pay attention to that part and Steve, kinda, just bonded with his captor. I don't know the whole story there.” Her face twisted into something close to nonchalants.

“The poor guy had no idea who I was. Dustin had no idea I was going to be there, Lucas invited me and Steve was just trying to keep us alive so Nancy didn't kill him.”

Billy looked at her in disbelief as she kept rambling on. “You snuck out of the house to… go do what?” Billy asked, confused.

“Well, Dustin found this… dog… and it killed his cat, we had told him the.. Dog wasn't safe and he hit it from us. So, when it turned out to be dangerous Dustin found Steve and Steve helped.” 

“You,” Billy took a deep breath. “You went to go hunt down a feral dog?” Billy asked, anger so thick it shook his voice.

Max shrugged her shoulders. “Kinda….” She said, sinking into the seat.

“Hey guys..” Steve’s voice called from outside Max’s door.

Max startled, letting out a yelp and jerked away from the door. Billy flinched, he’d forgotten that they’d been parked in front of Steve’s house, forgotten that people could probably hear them yelling at each other, forgotten that Steve would be home and that he would definitely come out to investigate. 

“What's going on?” Steve asked bending down to look into the car.

Billy’s mouth went suddenly dry, Steve was standing there in his pajamas, red plaid pants with a well fitted gray long sleeved shirt, his hair was messy and he looked amused.

“Billy thinks that you're a per-” Max started to say, a laugh clear in her voice.

Billy clapped a hand over her mouth and glared down at her, a clear warning on his face. Max’s eyes glowed with a wicked glee and Billy had just enough time to wonder what the hell she was up to when she stuck her tongue out and slobbered all over his hand. 

“What the fuck, Mayfield?!” Billy screeched, jerking away from her and slinging saliva from his palm out his window.

Max laughed and Steve tried his best to hide the fact that he was laughing too. 

“Oh, yeah. I heard.” Steve nodded his head and smiled wide. “Suddenly the scar on my face makes much more sense.” Steve said, humor clear in his voice.

Billy looked over at Steve, confused and slightly interested in seeing the scar he’d left on Steve’s freckle dotted skin. 

“I'm making pancakes.” Steve said, looking at Max.

“Blueberry?!” Max shrieked a little too loud, lunging toward the door and grabbing the frame so tight her knuckles turned white. 

“Yup, bacon too.” Steve had backed away from the car when Max had slammed herself into the door and he leaned back in when he answered. “The guys are on their way, if you wanna join us.”

Max opened the car door and started to get out of the car when Billy snatched her arm and pulled her back in.

“No fucking way are you going in there, Maxine.”

“Billy, come on! I’ve never had fresh pancakes, and blueberries are my favorite!”

“I don't give a shit!” Billy hissed as quietly as possible. “You are not going in there alone.” 

“You can come in too, I’ve got plenty.” Steve said with a flat half forced smile.

Max beamed, and Billy withered, he really did not want to go inside Steve Harrington’s house.

“Over my dead body.” Billy muttered under his breath, but his grip loosened as he tried to picture what the inside of Harrington’s house looked like. 

Max pulled free of his hold and bolted out of the car before Billy could grab her again, very nearly running Steve over on her way out. “Come on, Steve makes the best food. You’ll love it so much you hate it.” Max called back to Billy as she ran toward the house. 

Steve watched Max run past him and shook his head, he looked over at Billy and shrugged putting his hands up in a ‘So, what are you going to do’ sort of way.

“Fuck,” Billy whispered to himself as he reluctantly got out of the car and followed Max inside.

The pancakes on his plate looked so good Billy wanted to scream, he wanted to throw the perfect plate of food across the room and stomp out of the homely house like a petulant child.

“Where are your parents?” Billy asked bitterly as he cut into the golden brown circles. 

Steve frowned, he leaned back in his chair to look at something Billy couldn't see. “Japan.” Steve answered.

Billy looked up at Steve and frowned, his brows furrowing together. “What?”

“They have two more days in Japan, then they’ll be headed back this way.” Steve shrugged and settled back into his seat, picking up his fork to eat.

The first bite of food had Billy tossing the fork back down and groaning, he turned away from his food angry that it was that damn good.

“I told you so” Max said around a mouthful of food.

Steve laughed, he opened his mouth to say something when the front door crashed open and the sound of four preteen boys scrambling inside echoed through the house. Billy turned in his chair to look toward the noise.

“Close the door you animals!” Steve yelled as he got up from his seat.

The door slammed as Mike, Dustin, and Lucas rounded the corner and raced toward the kitchen. When they finally noticed Billy they all stopped, tripping over each other as they tried to give themselves as much space as they could from Billy, who couldn't help but smirk at them. Another kid came scurrying in a moment later and ran right past Billy.

“Will, Will,” The three huddled boys hissed looking after their friend. 

The new kid turned toward them and gave them a look of confusion. “What? What's wrong?” 

Billy turned to face the new kid, who in turn looked back at him. 

“Oh, uh, sorry. I'm Will, nice to meet you.” The new kid walked over and put his hand out to shake.

Billy’s brows raised up and he scoffed, but put his hand out and shook Will’s without hesitation. “Billy. It's…” Billy looked over at Max for something, help maybe? “A pleasure.”

Will looked over his shoulder to Max then turned back to Billy, he slowly pulled his hand away and made an ‘O’ shape with his mouth.

“Ohh, Billy… Max’s brother.” Will said nervously scratching at his head. “I thought you looked familiar.” 

Billy’s face crumpled up with confusion, one brow arching up as he put his elbow on the table and rested his chin on his fists. “Now, what do you mean by that?” Billy asked in an accusing manner.

“Will,” Steve interrupted. 

“No, Harrington, let the kid talk.”

“I-I” Will looked around the room. “I’m Will Byers…”

“Oh,” Billy said, cocking his head to the side and taking another look at the kid. 

“Well it's nice to finally meet you, since I missed you the last time I was at your house.” Billy frowned. “Where exactly were you, by the way. Cause it seems a little odd to me to invite all your friends over to your house then leave.”

“Alright, alright, foods getting cold guys.” Steve interrupted again, but was quickly ignored.

“I,” Will looked over his shoulder to Mike who shook his head, Billy glared over at the kid who stiffened and shrank back against his friends. “I have this condition. I sometimes get seizures… My mom had to take me to the hospital.”

“Really? How interesting. And why exactly was this guy there?” Billy tipped his head toward Steve. “He doesn't quite seem like the type of guy you’d be hanging out with.”

“He was there for Nancy.” Will answered quickly.

“Interesting, cause I didn't see Nancy at your house that night. Where was she?”

“She went with us to the hospital, my brother was really worried and she wanted to be there for him.”

Billy’s face turned up in mock surprise, he clicked his tongue and shook his head. “Well now that's a surprise since she was dating Steve at the time wasn't she?”

“That's enough. The kid was sick, he wasn't really in a position to know about everyone's love life, Hargrove.” Steve said sternly.

“Well then maybe you can fill me in on what the hell happened at the Byers house that night, since you’re such an integral part of this little group of middle school brats.” Billy shot back.

“It’s complicated.”

“I’m sure I can follow along.” Billy answered.

“Short story is Nancy dumped me while we were all at the Byers, Will got sick. I told Nancy to go with Jonathan because I could see she wanted to, she did. I stayed with the kids.” Steve shrugged trying for nonchalant, but his shoulders slumped a little too hard and his mouth twitched down into a frown. 

Billy let the conversation drop, he glanced over at Max who was glaring daggers at him. 

“Why’d you lie to me?” Billy asked, turning his eyes back to Steve.

“Because you’re kind of a dick. And I thought I was protecting Max.” Steve sighed with a shrug. “The way you barreled in the house and attacked Lucas, can you blame me?”

Billy turned to look at Lucas, the kid had gotten taller and he stood with his chin up, clearly showing that he wasn't intimidated by Billy.

“No. I guess I can’t. I would have hit me too.”

The boys were skittish at first, but it wasn't long before they were all talking over each other and shoveling a large quantity of food into their mouths. Billy watched them in disgust. 

Once all the plates were cleared to the kitchen Steve started wiping down the table, Billy watched as each kid aside from Max started helping Steve clean up.

“It's your turn to wash, Max.” Dustin said, handing her a towel.

Billy’s eyes almost bulged from his head as he looked down at her in complete shock, anger once again settling into his features. 

“Your turn? What the fuck, how many times have you been here?” Billy snapped.

“N-never! I swear!” Max said, putting her hands up. “Dustin brings Steve’s food to the AV club and the arcade sometimes but I’ve never been here before I promise.”

“I-it's her turn cause she’s new. She hasn't done dishes yet and we have, so it's her turn.” Dustin said, backing away from them.

“It’s true,” Steve said, stepping between Billy and Dustin. “This is Max’s first time over, and she’s only here today because you were with her.”

Billy looked into Steve’s eyes searching for any hit of a lie. With a heavy sigh Billy gently shoved Max toward the kitchen. 

“You dry.” Billy muttered as he started arranging the dishes on the counter.

They’d made it halfway through washing the dishes before Billy growled in frustration, his hair kept falling into his face and he was angry at himself for not putting it up before he started. Using his shoulder, Billy pushed the curls from out of his eyes for the fifth time since they started.

“Here,” Max said as she stood on her toes and scooped his hair up into her hands.

Billy flinched, jerking away and glaring over his shoulder at her. “What the hell are you doing?” Billy hissed like she’d burned him.

“Oh, relax. I'm not going to mess up your hair. I'm just gonna put it up like when we wash the dishes at home.” Max rolled her eyes and went back to gathering all his hair up.

Looking around cautiously, Billy let her finish putting his hair up, she took a rubber band off one of her braided pigtails and used it to tie his hair in place. 

“There, now you can stop growling like a feral dog at your hair.” Max snickered.

“Fuck off.” Billy muttered without any real bite to his words.

[tobiasdrake]

Ten paces from where we left off and I found Fubuki's final bauble. Let's go say farewell to my Bestie.

Are we at the Nail Man Murder clock tower? Why did you call me here? What a weird place to hang out.

NOPE. PUMP THE BRAKES. You're like early 20's and Yuma is... a number. I know you have trouble with numbers but this is giving me the yikes. And I don't mean character-yikes, I mean writer-yikes. Why is this happening.

I mean, I know why this is happening. Kodaka's made clear his intent to perv on adult women by proxy of his juvenile protagonist since the introduction of Shinigami's humanoid form. I just. Was hoping. It would stay contained to that.

Kurumi has game-long slow-burn waffling anime bullshit and Desuhiko had that heavily coded band conversation but fucking Fubuki gets to just come right out and say that. I am not comfortable with this conversation.

Please do not. I adore you, Fubuki, but I do not ship it.

Why is this Fubuki's final conversation topic. Goddammit Kodaka.

Though that bit about the arranged marriage is unfortunate. A reality of feudalistic politics, capitalist or nationalist, is that marriage is more often a political piece than anything else. Upper-class relationships are more contractual than affectionate.

At least she's not trying to follow up on it. Great. Thanks. Let us never speak of this again.

That's great and I support you. I've been wanting you to break free from their yoke and go your own way. Fuck 'em.

*gritted teeth* I just. Wish. It was happening. Because of. Something else.

There we go. I'll take that. I am declaring that that was what this conversation was about. Nothing else happened. Fubuki simply was inspired by her companions at Nocturnal Agency to break free from her parents and her stupid arranged marriage. Yes.

So. Fubuki Clockford. What can we say about her? Well, if anything, this final conversation confirmed exactly why Kodaka is not to be trusted with these kinds of characters.

Fubuki is a fascinating character. I could pick her brain for hours. She sees and experiences the world with a sense of childlike wonder that I almost yearn for. Of course she became a detective. What else could she be when every facet of normal life is itself a mystery to unpack.

She is on an expedition to the mystical realm known as life, and I feel that. I'm old and bitter now, and sometimes I think back to what it felt like to have hopes and dreams that life has long since beaten down. I bawled like a fucking baby when I saw this Penny Arcade comic one day.

And that was over 15 years ago. I'm even older and more cynical now.

Fubuki is a treasure. If only one person gets to live out of all of us then i want it to be her.

I just. Wish. Her creator. Saw this character as more than "LOL Sexy kindhearted bimbo".