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[elichee]

As I begin to write this, I know it will be difficult for me to formulate the right words to describe this series. No matter how hard I think, no comparison, no metaphor, no periphrasis comes to me to articulate the thoughts that this work triggers in me.

But perhaps, the excess of feelings is sometimes best reflected in the economy of words.

So I know in advance that this review will not be the most articulate, the best written, and that it will probably be repetitive, but that's because I have nothing to say about this series, which is precisely everything.

It's the best series I've read in the F1 community, be it on Tumblr, Wattpad, or even AO3.

To begin with, the concept is a stroke of genius in itself: appropriating the highly developed universe of Taylor Swift⏤who herself seems to personify literary art⏤is daring, but, here, it just works. I don't consider myself a Swiftie, more of a casual listener who admires an artist's undeniably gifted pen, but it is undeniable that Taylor is a fascinating character in both her artistry and her life. Transposing that to fanfiction, using it as a basis to create one's own art, is something to think about. And @scooterari had the brilliant idea to do it.

It's a perfect example of synaesthesia: between music and literature, between hearing and reading. If using music as a basis for work is not new, the extent to which Faye does it is unprecedented and impressive. It is a whole universe that she modulates and yet seeks to remain faithful to. Between novelty and accuracy, she manages to strike a balance that makes her series a perfect mix of the known and the unknown.

Now, an idea is not enough. It is the realisation of this same idea that gives the work its artistic weight and defines its real value. Once again, and even more than usual, Faye shows us her talent as a writer. I personally think she has outdone herself, even.

For indeed, this is a real masterpiece.

Each chapter is better than the last as the plot continues to be fuelled, to grow. Moreover, the hybridity of the work⏤built in such a way to alternate between written chapters, press articles, and Internet reactions⏤makes it tangible and gives it a realistic dimension that increased tenfold the pleasure one takes in reading it.

One is carried away by her prose, by the carefully chosen words and imagery that resonate so strongly with us… This is the result of the psychology of her characters, so finely developed. For me, this is one of her main assets. They are no longer just written names. They are real people who come to life before our eyes.

And these characters would be nothing without the beauty of the words that animate them. Punctuated by references to Taylor's universe (which act as a gentle refrain), the sentences are carefully chosen and form a story that is enjoyable to read, and worthy of appreciation. It is in this simplicity that relationships, loves, conflicts, and emotions are birthed.

I shall insist on this prosaic simplicity, and perhaps explain what I mean by it. I already spoke of the "economy of words" in the introduction to this review: this is precisely Faye's strength.

She doesn't need fifty interminable paragraphs to portray an emotion. She manages to capture, to encapsulate it in a few words, in a few sentences. Faye sets her scene, uses images, and describes emotions with an impressive casualness that leaves me in awe every time because I am simply incapable of doing that. Everything seems so natural. The reader is not overwhelmed by a ton of information or metaphors that would pollute the story. On the contrary, this very simplicity allows the reader to immerse themselves in the story, to enjoy it fully⏤the emotions are only multiplied, and the reading experience, more pleasant.

The story of Charles and Y/N is one that should be read with a clear head to fully appreciate its beauty.

Finally, I would like to salute (a superficial final touch, I admit, but one that also makes a difference) the overall aesthetics of this work, from the masterlist to the articles and the layout: all account for a pleasing read, which is sweetened even more by Faye's talent for writing.

☆ elisa !!

DELICATE series.

© SCOOTERARI, 2023. all rights reserved. do not steal, repost, translate and/or claim these work as your own.

“ This is for the best, my reputation’s never been worse. ”

When your entire world falls apart in a night, you find solace in a place you never knew you were missing.

warnings specific to the chapters will be mentioned at the start!

status… ongoing.

( everything will be tagged under ‘rep era!reader.’ )

notes… i am so fucking excited for this, like i’ve been doing all this instead of focusing on my exams (ik it’s bad, don’t say anything. i still somehow managed to know what i’m doing in my papers). the chapters indicate how the preferred reading order is, but you could read the articles before or after as well. and thanks to my friend who helped me bounce ideas off of them (uk who you are, ily sfm), this is delicate.

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[elichee]

If I knew my heart was going to be broken by this story, I didn't think it would be broken to this extent. I'm still trying to pick up all the pieces.

I think the worst form of angst is one that is filled with sadness and yet tenderness⏤which this fanfiction seems to personify.

It's amazing how @softtdaisy manages to make the love of these two beings tangible and to make it both their strength and weakness. Their strength because it is what pushes one to make the right choice. Their weakness because it is what put them in this initial situation. And what a situation ! There is nothing worse than discovering that you are not on the same wavelength as someone, especially your significant other. This admission ⏤ very well summed up by the mirroring "you just assumed I wanted children / And you assumed I didn't?"⏤turns everything on its head. To link it to Carlos and Isa's wedding is to play on this contrast between keeping up appearances and the inner disorder one feels, on the opposition between the couple who marry and the one who breaks up.

Everything in this story is built on mirroring, which reflects (pun intended) all the more the crisis of this couple and breaks the reader's heart. This sadness is palpable, it is omnipresent, and it hurts. The reader is immersed in the inner suffering of both.

This is obviously a testament to a simply fabulous writing style. There is the implicit, there is the explicit, there is one thing and its opposite. Everything is balanced and beautiful: it's all the more enjoyable to read. Well, "enjoyable" may not be the right word... You take us from the joys of marriage and interaction with the child to the sadness of a break-up in just a few paragraphs. You almost give us whiplash⏤this mimics well what the characters are going through too.

And then, this ending, which is as beautiful as it is terrible. Love is beautiful, but love can make you suffer. This masterpiece shows it perfectly well.

☆ elisa !!

CRUEL LOVE - CHARLES LECLERC

DESCRIPTION I They always teach you how love can be beautiful and magic. They never prepare you for the tragic part. When you love someone so much you had to let them go.

PAIRING I Charles Leclerc × reader

WORDS COUNT I 2,7k

A/N I Oh my god. This is the first time I’m writing for Charles, I’m super nervous about it??? But I watch Friends the other day and  the break up scene with Monica and Richard inspired me…so enjoy. I guess. I’ll pay for the tissues. (i didn’t proofread it im sorry)

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[elichee]

omg can you plz do one where charles is dating a wolff!reader or one of the drivers sister?

red love ✸ cl16.

A sudden change of heart isn’t much appreciated (at least on the outside). albon!reader.

notes… idk what format you wanted so i’m doing this as a social media au cause it’d be funnier that way tbh. i picked alex cause wolff!reader and sainz!reader are quite common.

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ynsmainchick y’all are wilding out here lol

smoothoperator don’t act like you knew all the time

ynsmainchick yeah, i got nothing there

alex_albon why am i learning of this through a fan account

yn_albon if you’d just picked up my call when i ft you instead of hogging my wife you’d have known a lot sooner

ynspineapples LMAO IM AKSHSKSK-

sharlechair are we gonna pretend like she didn’t hard launch her relationship w a FERRARI driver?

yn_albon i would very much appreciate it, lexy boy isn’t fond of the idea

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yn_albon made the trek down the paddock to the red motorhome to find lightning mcqueen, found this shroom looking guy in the third slide instead

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sharlechair so you’re telling me i lost my wife to a WHITE man who drives in circles????

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anyasjoys if we’re looking at it, it’s ONLY for the weekends

sharlechair the delusions aren’t helping 😭

lilymhe rue, when was this?

yn_albon right after new years…

charles_leclerc so, what’s the verdict?

yn_albon 9/10 i was promised more french.

charles_leclerc désolé mon âme, je me rectifiera cela

alex_albon get out of here 🤢

yn_albon lilymhe your boy toy is annoying me

lilymhe oh, young love!

yn_albon nvm, y’all both are annoying

charles_leclerc red definitely suits you better

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alex_albon back off, she’s still an albon

yn_albon lexy, buddy… uk everybody’s a fan of ferrari right?

lilymhe still prefer her in the blue

yn_albon charles_leclerc sorry, they’re right. i’m more into the blue 💋

sweetcreatures yn changing her mind cause of lily, same bestie!!

sainztander LMAO THE JUMPSCARE

ynsmainchick the third pic is the best thing i’ve seen all week

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yn_albon meilleure peuple, meillure temps

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sweetcreatures she shows him her songs??!!

cleopatras ikr, the only other person who hears them are her family and wife

lavenderyn since you’ve showed charles your music now… album when? 😤

yn_albon when i convince charles that driving on the weekends is a part time gig

charles_leclerc why am i only there twice?

alex_albon buddy, be glad you even showed up at all

yn_albon i literally have five amazing pics of you

siriuslyblack ma’am, one is of him as a car and another is you being horny on main ✋

yn_albon not my fault my bf looks like that

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ynalbonoupdates THE CHARLES PICS-

anyastaylor idk which ones you’re screaming about but i second it

fleetwoods the duality of a woman.

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arthur_leclerc send me the last two!

yn_albon already doing that

charles_leclerc i hate you guys sfm

yn_albon we love you too baby 💋

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yn_albon yeah my boyfriend’s pretty cool

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charles_leclerc je t’aime mon âme

yn_albon i think i’ll love you forever

lilymhe but he’s not as cool as me

yn_albon ofc not baby

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[elichee]

This is such a clever way to do headcanons !!

I am often left wanting more when I read the latter because I sometimes (read: always) want to know more. Some points will catch my eye and I will find myself frustrated when I realise that the headcanon format does not allow me to read the development of this particular story's aspect.

@i0veless manages the feat of mixing the expected brevity of a headcanon with the writing quality of a normal one-shot. This gives a format that is still short ⏤ and thus in the spirit of the headcanon which has for initial purpose only to distill information ⏤ but this one is much more interesting and "tangible" in its form as in its content. It is not just mere bullet points. It takes on a new dimension. We get access to little details that the ordinary headcanon would omit. It's things as simple as the description of Y/N's dress that give to a relatively simple format a literary quality, which therefore makes it more interesting to read.

Of course, is obvious that the content itself is entertaining on top of that. In just four paragraphs, we discover the essence of a couple, whose cuteness made me smile. The accumulation of nominal phrases with more detailed moments builds a perfect balance, which is pleasant to read, not to heavy ⏤ something that would contradict with the "spirit" of the headcanon.

I won't go on and on with convoluted comments that would lose quality ⏤ the very concept of the post doesn't lend itself to it, besides ⏤ but I would like to salute Lola's innovative ability as well as her talent for writing. Her posts are always a pleasure to read and make me forget about all my daily worries.

☆ elisa !!

➛ CHARLES LECLERC DATING A FAMOUS S/O

# ❛WARNINGS .·゜゜· ꒰ slightly suggestive content ꒱ # ❛AUTHORS NOTE .·゜゜· ꒰ requested by anon "hi, I love your account so much! can I please request a charles leclerc dating a famous!reader headcanon please? thank you!" sorry this took so long it was a great idea, and I wanted to do it justice ꒱

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the two of you met at a black-tie event. both of you were bored out of your minds and found yourself drinking at the bar. charles would say that it was love at first sight. you looked so perfect under the soft orange lights, your little red dress hugging you in all the right places, making you look. perfect. if he was sober, he never would have had the courage to approach you. but thank god he wasn't sober in the slightest. and by the end of the night, the two of you found yourself leaving together and under starlight and clear dark skies a beautiful romance was born.

"stay. ill make breakfast in a bit mon amour"

the first date after that faithful night was a dinner date at charles's apartment in monaco. they ended up covered in flour, a tray of burnt food, takeaway boxes, and films. safe to say it was a shit show. but you wouldn't have had it any other way. It was different from the stuck-up date you were used to. it made you feel normal. And by the fourth date, the two of you were already offical.

"shut up and kiss me you idiot"

the two of you hide your relationship from the press. you value privacy. but unfornulanly, all good things come to an end. as a gossip page, deuxmoi had got an anonymous submission about a 'secret new it couple'. but before people could figure out who they were talking about, you hard-launched your relationship on instagram. people were surprised but happy. surprised how the two hottest people on planet earth had bagged each other.

"tbh idk who to look at rn but I ain't mad about it"

now that the two of you were public. suttle pda is a must. holding hands, pecks on the cheek and hugs. attending races. and having the most fire fits. truly the fashion couple of the century. red carpets are blessed by you two every time you pull up. the met gala makes sure the two of you are invited. posting each other 24/7. feeding your fans content so that they don't go hungry. long sweet insta posts about each other. also making fun of the press and paparazzi that invade your privacy. truly being the funniest mf's in the world. and def gonna get married.

"I would marry you with paper rings"

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[elichee]

๋࣭ ⭑𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐬 𝐯𝐬 𝐝𝐨𝐠𝐬 !

pairing: charles leclerc x fem!reader

summary: you like cats, charles however, doesn't.

warnings: nothing <3

notes: if you're a dog person... I'm sorry

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yourusername cats are better <3

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maxverstappen1 agreed.

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user1 is that safe for a cat??

user7 omg she's absolutely adorable 💗

landonorris please don't kill the cat

yourusername calm down I wasn't driving

user4 where can I get one 😭

charles_leclerc no they're not

yourusername excuse me?? do we need to break up??

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charles_leclerc dogs are way better

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maxverstappen1 no ❤

user56 the dog is so cute

yourusername divorce babe, divorce

charles_leclerc respectfully, no 💞

charlesmymuse watching y/n and charles argue over cats vs dogs is legit so funny 💀

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yourusername he let me get another cat !!

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charles_leclerc you blackmailed me into this??

yourusername I know you love them 😌

user45 even the cats support ferrari

pierregasley when can I meet them??

danielricciardo how did you convince charles?

yourusername blackmail, I'll send it over.

charles_leclerc please don't.

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charles_leclerc I don't love cats but I do love her

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yourusername I love you too 💓

user9 I want what these bitches have

f1wagss I'm so lonely 😔

obxswift lomls 🫶

ynstyle I'm so happy for them 🫶

[elichee]

"Eeny, meeny, miny, moe..." ⏤ that's how I decided which blurb I should comment on.

Each of @scooterari works is a real burst of sunshine, it always brightens my day and never fails to make me smile, or in this case, "exhale out of my nose" (unapologetically quoting Bo Burnham, here).

In my opinion, one of the hardest things to render in literature is humour. It is sometimes off the wall, artificial, and more often than not, falls flat. It's always complicated to know when to stop and not overdo it. @scooterari succeeds in pacing her jokes, while linking them to one of the most solemn moments of one's life: the antithesis is strong and it works.

To manage to make me laugh and move me at the same time is a testament to an undeniable talent for writing. The characterisation is so well thought out and natural, the dynamics of the couple are set up even though we don't actually see Y/N until the second part of the story and they don't say much, only exchange a few words through tears of joy. And then, this bizarre marriage that makes you laugh as much as it makes you envious (because I too want to marry Charles).

If many will remember Daniel as an officiant (which I perfectly understand, it's iconic), I will ⏤ above all ⏤ remember Charles' love, touching as he can be in his anticipation and his literal overflow of love when the time comes.

Everything is perfect. And it's all the more impressive as the story is only 500 words long !! The writing is light, and pleasant and almost seems to personify the phrase "don't worry be happy." I can't really explain it, but @scooterari's writing de-stresses and enlivens me as much as it makes me smile and laugh.

☆ elisa !!

lover ✸ cl16

ladies and gentlemen, will you please stand…

includes… marriage, fluff, danny being the officiater (?? idk if that’s the word tbh).

wc… 580.

do you take her to be your lawfully wedded wife, in sickness and in health?

charles could already taste the words, the i do he was ready to share just to get it out, let it be real. his fingers thumbed the empty spot of his left hand, where he’d taken off the engagement ring he’d gotten from you. it’d been a huge laugh when the two of you had ended up on one knee together, something his mother loved telling everyone who would hear. “ma belle-sœur était…”

“come on, preceval!”

carlos poked his head inside, grinning from ear to ear. carlos had been with a pacing charles morning, who kept inquiring him if everything was set up properly and stopping him from running to find pierre, who was helping the bridesmaids. the best man had already told carlos to make sure he steers clear of the suite where the bride to be was.

“je viens , je viens!” he called, picking up his suit jacket as he strides to carlos’ side. they nearly left and then… “can i just have one—“

“no! you’ll see her in ten minutes, mate!” carlos steered him out of the hallway and down to the chapel. his teammate let go of his shoulders when both him and charles had reached the doors to the chapel, pushing them open as he ushered charles inside.

five minutes more, he thought, counting down the time until he could see you again. it had been a long twenty four hours. charles barely had time to acknowledge that his mother and to be mother-in-law had entered when soft piano notes sounded through the air.

pierre winked at him as he walked with your sister, her daughter the flower girl along with his nephew and carlos kids. the sound of the piano seemed to fade away when shades of white came to stand in front of him.

“don’t cry, or else i’ll be sobbing,” you mumbled, reaching to wipe away his tears as he chuckled.

“can’t have that happen,” he joked. “you’ll ruin your makeup.”

you grinned, tears already rimming the edge of your waterline. “i’ve taught you well.”

“shall we begin?” daniel looked proud as he stood in front of the two of you, addressing the crowd. “ladies and gentlemen, we are gathered here today due to the power vested in me by the bride and groom and the government— horrible idea, really,” he chuckled along with everyone else. “for the marriage of our beloved…”

the wedding ceremony was a blur, the words tumbling out of them faster than they could handle as they spoke their vows.

“and you take her to be your lawfully wedded wife, in sickness and in health?”

charles was grinning ear to ear, hands in yours as you smiled hard, eyes almost seemingly shut. “mate, i need an answer. i mean, we already know the answer from the vows, but i do still need one.”

charles brightened at the sound of your laughter mingling with the intimate crowd as they all echoed your sentiments. “i do.”

daniel smiled. “thanks for that. and now, by the power vested in me, and upon the groom’s request that i say this, i know pronounce you woman and husband. you may finally kiss your wife, leclerc.”

charles was still smiling when daniel finished. you rolled your eyes, placing a hand on his neck and pulling him towards you before he could do it himself.

“finally.”

[elichee]

It's always difficult to choose which @leclsrc fanfiction to comment on. Each piece is a testament to mastery of prose and ability to capture the personality of our favourite drivers. This person has gold on her hands. In her 2K celebration alone, she has created as many little masterpieces as there were requests. But, because I have to choose, I picked out this story, which stands out (according to me).

If there's one thing I love, it's symbolic objects in stories. They create a familiar imagery, a red thread, a symbol that guides the reader through the paragraphs and allows us to learn more about the characters who own them. More than anything, I love to see how these objects evolve with the relationships. Here, everything is perfectly orchestrated to form a coherent story with a very well found ending.

Its very satisfying circularity makes it a masterpiece. This return to each object we have come to know and which shows that everything has changed is a perfect way to introduce the break up. This bracelet, which was already then not around the MC’s wrist, will definitely never be. This constant absence, already at the beginning, was perhaps already foreshadowing this ending.

Only the uno card is tangible, was accepted by both of them: the simplicity of the object is great and contrasts with the abundance of Charles' luxurious gifts. It becomes all the more symbolic: it is the reason they met, their first memory. A distant memory that shifts gently and skillfully to the present, that break up, marked by the silence in the driveway.

The plot’s steps follow one another smoothly, cradled by a fair and beautiful prose. All this leads the reader to a bittersweet ending, which is not “sad” stricto sensu. Perhaps because we can perceive a possible spark of hope in these last lines?

In any case, because I don't know how to conclude this little (read “big”) paragraph, this text was an adventure in itself and helped me remember why @leclsrc is one of my favourite authors on this platform.

☆ elisa !!

congrats on 2k!! so happy to see such a talented writer get the recognition they deserve🤍🤍

can i request 5 gifts w/ charles?? ty and congrats again!

presents – cl16

genre: flufff, bit of angst, 2k celebration

Thank God for expensive cars—they barely make noise when they pull into the driveway of the house.

On nights where the bed’s emptiness is just a bit too painful to bear, your ears grow attuned to the silence so they can hear the car better. Because from then you can judge the rest of Charles’ synchronized routine—his shit parking, turning the key into the lock, heavy footsteps through the foyer and up the stairs, deliberate turning of the doorknob so he doesn’t wake you.

But he never does, because you’re never asleep. “Did I wake you?”

“Mmm, no,” you assure him, sitting up a little. He sports evidence of training, a bruise on his arm, extra stubble, a tighter fitting tee. He climbs into bed beside you holding a tiny box, rattles it so you can hear the chain shake inside. 

“Good. I have a gift for you.”

“Can it wait?” You ask throatily. “I miss you.”

He looks perfect like this, you think, pretty and handsome and tired and yours. He is rarely yours in these triple headers, season peaks where neither of your schedules give. So you envelop him into a hug, the box is laid on the bedside table, and they’re both gone by the time you wake up to the sun.

—

You were never one to accept presents, especially if they looked like they cost a month’s rent. Charles had given you a bracelet to commemorate your first year together, one that matched his.

“We agreed small gifts,” you’d said, jaw to the floor at the shiny object.

“It is… small.” He responded dumbly.

“Small, like…” you pull out your paper maché cat, which you painted to look like a Sauber driver. “Like this.”

So he’d kept the bracelet because you insisted, with all the love in the world, that you simply could not bear to wear it. Then he posted six pictures of your gift, claiming it was the best he’d ever gotten, pressing kisses all over your face.

—

“Would you like a message on the card, Sir?”

“Oui, oui. Can you write, uh…”

Charles rifles through his journal, onto which he’s written every detail of his life. There are race stats, strategy comparisons, crude venn diagrams of plans, tic-tac-toe games on slow meetings with Carlos, long-winded spiels on life that evolve from French to Italian to English, dinner date reminders, interview scripts.

But none of those is what he’s looking for. He seeks something else, a line he’d written on the day you fell asleep hugging him, comforted by his arrival. He had to leave early that day, so he enjoyed your presence and spent time writing. 

He spends a minute too long searching for it, but finds it eventually, sandwiched in between a doodle of Fred and Antonio. For all his trying, however, he later learns he miscalculated your checkout time, and the flowers never arrived on time for you to see them. He pictures the lilies, wilting alone, pictures the card you never got to unfold and read.

Thinking of you. I fall in love with you every time you walk into a room. Charles

—

You meet his eyes across the table, and narrow yours in silent challenge.

“Woah!” He laughs, amused, pointing an accusatory finger in your direction. “What was that—” He mimics your challenging expression, eyes briefly flitting down to where he holds his Uno cards. The rest of the room watch idly as the game comes to an intense close.

“It was me telling you I have great cards,” you proclaim with a giggle. “Aaaand uno.” 

The intense close is won by you, much to your opponent’s chagrin. It was an easy win, you state, I had a plus four and he handed it right to me. He finds you by the kitchen of the mansion chewing on a potato chip and extends a bottle of beer toward you, in a truce of sorts.

“Winners deserve a drink, no?” He grins, his eyes crinkling. “Consider it a gift. From me.”

“No, thanks. You already gifted me a win.”

“I just let you win,” he teases. “It was easy.”

“Was it?” You raise an eyebrow, and you both laugh. “All this talk, and I don’t even know my nemesis’ name.”

“Right, how rude,” he tsks, shaking your hand. It stays a bit too long, steals your words. “It’s Charles.”

—

In the end, your relationship befell the same fate as the collection of gifts he’d never been able to get you to receive: it just didn’t work out. 

But sometimes Charles revisits his piles of storage, picks out the florist’s business card or the winning Uno number he’d folded up and kept. He checks and rechecks boxes, wrappers, of gifts ungiven. And he goes to his trophy shelf, full of shiny metal and hard edges, and sees there, in front of them all, the Sauber driver paper maché cat.

And you sometimes go through pictures of the both of you, stare at your empty wrist and wonder what it would look like with a bracelet looped around it. You think of waiting, of the empty bed that’s now become the norm, the phone call from your hotel receptionist who asked if you wanted to return for the flowers that were sent late. 

Both of you remember. Both of you look for the other.

But perhaps most of all, both of you hope there’s a life where gifts were received and love worked. Charles passes the freeway exit that leads to your house and wonders, for a second, if he should turn into it. You lay in bed, ears attuned, wondering if you’ll hear the sound of his car.

[elichee]

I don't know what it is that makes me like @headphonegrl's work so much. Maybe it's the emphasis on the moment, maybe it's the evasive yet poetic and accurate prose, maybe it's the ability to create such a tangible character and a captivating story in just a few paragraphs... Whatever the reason, each story is a masterpiece. It is as if they encapsulated life itself and its most beautiful moments.

Everything is so natural in these small instants the writer depicts. The reader's eyes glide over the words, simple and yet so well-thought.

Here, the chemistry is created effortlessly between two characters. We seem to forget that we didn't know them three paragraphs ago. It is as if they had always existed. And then this description of a budding love, which already makes one want to look to the future. Everything is so tender, so heartwarming. It feels like a hug.

Each piece of their writing is a little enchanted parenthesis, a little protective bubble that makes me forget my worries. Like Ghibli movies, it is a poetics of the mundane, here to remind us that these little moments are worth living for.

☆ elisa !!

“You can have this if you want!” It’s the first words Kylian ever says to you and it's muffled by the sound of torrential rain hitting against concrete. He uses the end of his finger to point at his umbrella, a navy blue one his dad let him borrow when he was thirteen which he’s failed to ever give back. It’s the start of his favourite story, one he’ll tell enthusiastically to anyone with the patience to listen. 

“Sorry?” You shout back, he’s only a few steps from you but he might as well be a mile away with how loud it is. The mascara you applied earlier that morning is now running down your cheeks in thick black lines, but all Kylian can think about is how cute you look. Crushingly so, like he will for the rest of his life. 

“You can have my umbrella!” He strides closer and raises his voice a bit in the hope that this time you’ll hear him. When he tells this story later on, he’ll exaggerate his shouting for comedic effect and all his friends will laugh. A fuzzy feeling in his chest will ensue

“Really?” You look up at him through your eyelashes and Kylian has to make a conscious effort to breathe. In through his nose and out through his mouth in long puffs that empty his lungs. “You don’t need it?”

“I haven’t got far to go.” Which is a lie, he’s got half an hour of walking ahead of him. Though he doesn’t care, he wants you to take the umbrella. He’ll take the jacket off his back if you ask him. The first time he ever saw you was only two minutes ago and it’s already embarrassing the amount of things he’s willing to do for you, like he was yours before. Perhaps in a past life, when you and him were just atoms or two constellations sitting next to each other. “I’ll be fine.”

You furrow your eyebrows together, a neat line appearing between them. Droplets of rainwater run across your forehead without a coat-hood to catch them. “Are you sure?” 

“I’m sure.” Kylian can now feel the water rushing into his brand-new shoes but he can’t move, like if he does you’ll just vanish as quickly as you appeared. He’s afraid you’re just a figment of his overactive imagination and he’ll wake up in a car somewhere with his forehead leaning against the cold window. Now he’s seen you once he’s not sure he’ll be able to live without it, it would be practically torture. 

“No.” You shake your head, like it’s too much of an ask. One good deed too far that you could never possibly accept. “Just share it with me.”

“Share it?” He repeats it back like a parrot, making sure he heard you right. You’re only standing in front of him and he already feels lightheaded. If you stand shoulder to shoulder he thinks he might die, and he hasn’t even written a will yet. 

“Yeah.” You smile at him, all your teeth showing cutely. 

“Okay.” After this Kylian will ask for your number, and he’ll put a little umbrella emoji next to your name. It’ll take two weeks of hyping himself up to ask you out on a date. Your first kiss will make his heart thud so hard it feels like it’s going to fall out his chest. For your first anniversary, he’ll handpick flowers for you from his grandma's garden. For your second he’ll edit an embarrassingly cheesy video. Though for now, all you do is share this umbrella. “Let’s share it.”

[elichee]

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