#the picture of her and thom…

[somewherefornow]

MYSA NAL/WHITE WITCH & NURA NAL/DREAM GIRL in LEGION OF SUPER-HEROES (1984)

[the-batacombs]

Cats in the Cradle is really fun because Thomas is having a breakdown, obviously, on his revenge spree, and Lori is having a second, smaller breakdown because it's been nonstop since she joined them and she still hasn't been able to solve her problem, and also she's a teenager and things are very stressful. But in the back Floyd Lawton is clearly having yet a third very quiet breakdown trying to figure out if he can salvage any of this a mere two (2) issues after shooting Amanda Waller on the basis of his relationship to the Six. He gives Scandal a straight answer about why he's concerned and then pulls out half a dozen Thomas Blake endearments, I mean this guy is having a BREAKDOWN he is just doing it silently over a cigarette in the back of the panel.

[breadedsinner]

You've heard of Flower Shop/Tattoo Parlor AU now get ready for ... Wooden Dice Maker/Metal Dice Maker AU.

[radiance1]

Witch au but Sam looks far too much like Martha Wayne than a lot of people are comfortable with.

I hear you ask, "but Sam is younger than her in this au" and I tell you that Martha Wayne had the genetic trait of looking younger than she actually was, a trait that was in her family for generations.

Thus, we have Sam who resembles Martha Wayne far too much, the philosopher's stone that makes her immortal, and a genetic trait that has Martha looking younger than she actually is and you get misunderstandings.

So, Sam was just minding her business trying to figure out what exactly for her castle to be anywhere that wasn't Amity Park when someone stepped onto her property and, getting a feel for them she realized that they don't seem to be magical in nature.

Also, scratch that, it was more than one person.

So, she decided to give them a... 'warm' welcome.

A group of people who believed in the supernatural decided to get together one day to explore the castle that spawned randomly one day in Gotham for shits and giggles. So there they were, stepping through the fog, barely able to see the ground let alone each other.

They had to solve a puzzle for the door to the castle to open in those conditions, which was weird but it was also the fun kind of weird so they weren't complaining about it. When they opened the door it was very dark, which made them second guess themselves for a second and then they decided to step in anyway.

They live in Gotham what's the chances of this castle being worse than what they go through weekly?

The door slammed shut behind them as soon as the last person stepped inside, leaving them in total darkness for a moment before candles lit themselves up and they saw the inside of the castle in its full glory.

It looked, very, very beautiful.

So beautiful in fact, that they almost missed the woman stood at the top of the stairs. She looked very, very beautiful and was wearing a dress that looked very expensive (think Blue Diamond from Steven Universe but black) with a red gem right in the middle of her chest.

The lady welcomed them into her castle, and suddenly they found their vision going back as the woman's sinister chuckle echoed all around them and they found themselves in separate rooms of the house.

Fun fact, this group of people were also streamers and streaming everything up to the point of Sam's entrance and then her magicking them all in different rooms. They also had a pretty good following, so safe to say the chats were going crazy over what just happened.

So, the various live streamers investigate the castle to find a way to escape before their assumed death, they solve various puzzles both with their own wit and the help of their chat that were magical in nature. The various puzzles and traps were, genuinely, very fun to solve, both for the chat and the streamers doing them.

All the streamers manage to meet up again, and boy are they genuinely thankful for the fact that-so far at least, this doesn't seem to actually be anything life threatening and just seemed to be a grand time all around.

Then they all headed down a hall together, and the chat just went absolutely ballistic when they saw a large portrait of the witch and another man standing together and smiling.

The chat never got a good look at her before the streamers got teleported to different rooms, but that painting?

It changed everything.

Because the woman standing in that picture-as pointed out by a chat member, looked an awful lot like Martha Wayne, and the man standing next to her? Thoms Wayne.

The streamers, obviously, think they've hit the jack pot because their viewer count is just going up and up because of this new information and also think they've hit some sort of scandal because, wasn't Martha Wayne dead?

Eventually, the find themselves sitting at the dining table with said woman who was silently drinking tea with a bunch of food sitting on the table in front of them. The woman smirked as she placed down her cup, asking if they enjoyed the various puzzles she laid out for them.

Everyone agrees, and the chat is exploding for them to ask if she's actually Martha Wayne.

She doesn't answer save for a cheeky smile and then suddenly they were standing outside of her castle and couldn't get back in.

Safe to say, reporters were flocking to ask various questions.

[snakehatepage]

I lost my virginity to ok computer now I hate men, especially Thom York. what dating a man does to a person..

anyways here's loser Ellie hcs bc I miss Ellie tumblr! not edited, I'm still unpacking!

MDNI, no men 😝 smut at the end (DONT look at me it wrote itself) I'll catch up on requests this next week k ily bai

loser Ellie! who actually isn't all that masc she just doesn't like the feeling of make up or frilly clothes, androgyny is just easier and comfier, makes her feel confident!

loser Ellie! who is so good at math, and science, and history. English, however, has come up from the depths of hell and has always been the only class she'll fail.

loser Ellie! who will stare holes in the back of your head during class instead of just asking for your number. or a pencil. or your name. or even saying hi.

loser Ellie! who gets partnered with you for an English project and wants to either jump with joy or end her life when you turn around and smile at her.

loser Ellie! who tries to be smooth when she asks for your phone number, but ends up stuttering and stammering, explaining it's just for the project, how she doesn't want to over step.

loser Ellie! who turns the brightest shade of red when you laugh and hand over your phone to enter her number

loser Ellie! who when you finally agree for a time to meet up at her dorm to start the project, she spends the entire night deep cleaning and hiding anything even remotely embarrassing. Pictures of her and Joel, stuffed animals, game trinkets, space models, the works, they're all shoved into the small closet so you can't see.

loser ellie! who babbles and stammers when you come inside. Offering drinks, food, trying to crack jokes but she's so nervous most of them fall flat. Still, you laugh, and she's on cloud nine.

smut below the cut

loser Ellie who feels like a freak for staring at any bit if exposed skin you show, down to your knees. She ogles you like a 12 year old little boy, stumbles over her words, rambles and and just doesn't stop.

loser Ellie! who's a little bit of a freak, takes a deep breath every time you're close to try and get a wife, of your shampoo, your perfume, anything.

loser Ellie! who's fingers graze against your knee and she feels like she'll cream her pants right then and there

loser Ellie! who's totally and entirely shocked when your lips meet hers!! she's wide eyes and fumbling before she finally returns the kiss

loser Ellie! who's sooooo whiny, clutching at anything she can, her fingers digging into the plush of your thighs, grabbing and pulling you closer, closer, closer

loser Ellie! WHO IS A BOTTOM. SHUT UPPP SHE LIKES TO GET DICKED/FINGERED DOWN!!

loser Ellie! who's cunt just swallows up your fingers, leaking and sopping around them, babbling about how it's just "so good"

loser Ellie! who gets messy when you finally let her at your own folds, slobber and arousal dripping down her chin

loser Ellie! who is the most pussy drunk ever guys. she just needs it so bad!

loser Ellie! who has a girlfriend and an A in her English class now!

okay ilysm baiii

[beanstroni]

Okay so the "Damian volunteers at a hospital" thing is going around and I saw a post about how happy it would make Alfred and I just.

No.

It would not make Alfred happy.

It would crush him.

He would tell Damian he was proud.

And that night he would sit down on his bed. (In his outside clothes!)

Pull the flask from under his pillow.

Tap it up against the photo on his nightstand of the first black-haired blue-eyed boy who had kept him up until the wee hours of the night asking for a plate of sandwiches.

The first boy who had come home with blood on his clothes and a broken heart and cried on Alfred's shoulder when he lost a patient.

The first boy who looked at the man equal to him in age but greater in composure (an act , an act, it was all a role to play) and fell apart in the safety he found in gloved hands holding onto his shoulders.

The boy he had to convince to turn back around and go ASK HER PROPERLY when he came in distraught but delighted over Martha's proposal to him.

The boy who had been his friend and more, his brother.

The boy who had brought HIS son in, and placed him in his arms, saying quietly, "I don't know what to do, Martha needs sleep and you always calm me down when it's this late..."

Alfred would tap his flask to Thomas' picture, down the contents, and sigh.

"When will I learn how to keep my boys away from sorrow? It's all you and your big heart's fault, you know, Thom. You started this path."

The next day, the manor will wake to find a note - "Do try to leave my kitchen in one piece," and "don't touch the crock pot," "yes, that includes lifting the lid for 'just a peek.'" Alfred is back by dinner. He mans the comms, patches them up, and sends them to bed.

When Damian makes it upstairs, he finds two things:

- a skeleton in a bowler hat, plaque denoting "Anonymous Donor, given to Thomas Wayne" (when he flips the plaque over, "Falcone" is found in the cipher on the back, written in his grandmother's pen)

- a labcoat, freshly pressed, with no identifying marks until he slips it on to find patches of the Wayne crest in the cuffs. One hand makes its way to the pocket, where a strong hand has written in the script that Damian has come to learn means safety and love and harbor, "This was your grandfather's favorite lab coat. He found the reminder of who he was and who he had to return home to helpful. May it serve the same for you, dear boy."

The next day, there is no comment from either party.

But that night, when Alfred returns to his own quarters, there is a new frame on his nightstand. An embellished "P" in charcoal. "Who we come home to." Lettered precisely underneath.

[landograndprix]

「Feel the magic ๛ l.n」

part vi

✧.* it seems you slowly but finally get your old self back, making lando insecure as your new found confidence catches the eyes of more than one driver.

✧.* boosting girlies confidence before we ruin it again, just a little filler. this is just a feel good part for girlie and some struggling for lando. This is a psa for the people who wanted to be on my taglist but never got tagged, i didn't forget or ignore you, I simply am unable to tag you and therefore removed you from the list feel free to ask me again so I can take a look at it. Taglist is open Love ya ❤️

✧.* prev part - next part

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mclaren front row locked in 🔒 P1 and P2 for the best team on the grid! 🧡

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mclarennorris oh we're so back!

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fewtrelllando yeah Cecile..still a rumor but they're together in my head lmfao..we out here being delulu on the main

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Everything taglist; @thomaslefteyebrow @hopefulinlove @smoothopz @softboystarkey @honethatty12 @cixrosie @parkersmjs @ireadthensuetheauthors @celestialams @be-your-coffee-pot @heli991113 @kodzuvk @reality-is-a-con @80sloverry @bibissparkles @myescapefromthislife @lanando4 @elliegrey2803 @ravisinghs-wife

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Lando taglist: @beatricemiruna @simp-for-fictional-people @landossainz @christianpulisic10

[mega-aulover]

This is for you my bestie @norbertsmom I hope it brings a smile to your face. 🤍X

This contains SOTR SPOILERS, because its from the epilouge. It's how I pictured Katniss & Peeta coming to the decision to make the incubator. It's rated G -really fluffy and cuddly. It's also unbetaed all mistakes are mine

🦆KP🦆KP🦆

Katniss wiped the tears from her face.

This process of making the memory book, which was hard, took an unexpected turn, and she wept for all that was lost. Mourning for them and vowing to never forget them. Their deaths would not be in vain.  

“Katniss?” Peeta called out.

She didn’t answer, instead she hid further in the closet. She heard his uneven steps as he walked away. Katniss buried her face in her hands, as she cried, her heart hurting for the man she considered more than just a mentor.  

The soft click of the door let Katniss know Peeta had found her. The outside light didn’t permeate her dark corner. Peeta didn’t speak, he simply crawled in next to her. She moved over to allow him room. Since coming back from the Capitol, Peeta had gained some of his weight back and he grew taller.

“Hey,” he said in a quiet tone, once he was settled next to her.

“Hey,” she replied back in the same tone.

They sat in the dark closet each one with their legs tucked against their chests. Katniss rested her head against his shoulder. Each one lost in the memories they were uncovering as they created the book. Last week Haymitch had begun to speak to them about Mags and Wires. Katniss had no idea they’d been his mentor and had suffered greatly because of his stunt in the arena.

However it was as Haymitch opened up and told them the truth, not the one presented to Panem did their worlds implode. Katniss began thinking of how lucky she was that she and Peeta had somehow survived Snow’s regime of unnecessary cruelty.

When Haymitch began telling them about his life before the games, how he was friends with her father Burdock and her mother Astrid, and how being taken for the Games. It was a world that was forgotten, by hunger and misery. She wept all last night when she learned of Haymitch’s love.

Everything he went through. Haymitch was a combination of Peeta and her. He had Peeta’s heart and her street smarts.

“So Haymitch?”

“Yeah,” Katniss said. Peeta always knew, he just got her in a way no one else did.

“I cried myself to sleep after he told us about his little doves.”

“All those people he lost. Lenore Dove,” Katniss whispered as more tears fell.

Peeta turned  his body and crossed his legs and Katniss climbed into his lap. He wrapped his arms around her, letting her cry. She held onto him, as he too wept for the man they considered a father figure.

“We should do something for him,” Peeta said, after they’d calmed down. 

“What can we do?” Katniss looked up at him.

“We have each other, but he’s in that house all by himself.”

“He comes over to eat, but then he goes back to that house at night,” Katniss said softly.

Peeta nodded.

The night was the worst time for Victors. They all faced nightmares, reliving the horrors of the arenas, Snow, the War, and everything in between.

“No wonder he drinks,” Peeta said softly.

Katniss thought of Haymitch walking with small kids following him, like geese. A plan began to form in her mind.  “We should get him geese.”

“Geese?”

“Yeah, I can get them in the woods.”

“You mean to trap them?”

“No, silly,” Katniss chuckled. “I can gather the geese eggs in the woods. But they’ll need to stay warm, birds sit on their eggs until they hatch.”

“I think it’s called an incubator. I can ask Beettee to get us a book on how to build one, and I can ask Thom to source us the materials.”

“Okay, as soon as you finish making the incubator I’ll look for the geese eggs.”

“Can’t wait for the moment the geese see Haymitch and think he’s their maw.”

Katniss chuckled, at the image of a dozen or so goslings instantly falling in love with Haymitch. Getting him geese eggs wouldn’t replace all of his loved ones. It was hard to believe his stories unless you understood what malevolence Snow was capable of unleashing. The man was ruthless, he had an unnatural hate of the districts and specifically of District Twelve. They found out through Plutarch that Snow had served as a Peacekeeper in Twelve at one point.

It boggled her mind to think of Snow as a Peacekeeper in District Twelve, a real snake in the grass. The man was evil and liked control. Katniss rubbed her arms.

“Are you hungry?” Peeta asked. 

“I could eat.”

“Come on, I’ve got some cheese buns in the oven that are nearly finished. We can eat them with some soup.”

Her stomach grumbled. 

Together they left the closet, Haymtich didn’t join them that night. And they excitedly talked about their plans. 

Less than a week later Peeta received the book from Beettee. He’d been overcome with the portrait Peeta had made of his son. Peeta’s art had a way to bring closure to people. Annie requested Peeta make a portrait of Finnick. Johanna claimed she was in tears at the sight of Peeta’s artwork.  

When Katniss had first seen Peeta’s art, he had drawn the Games and it shocked her and she couldn’t understand why he was painting something so painful. Now years later she understood Peeta used canvas and paint as a way to deal and process what he had gone through. Katniss wished she had something to help her cope. She wasn’t much of a talker, and words didn’t come easy to her. During her hours of therapy she found that physical labor let her work out her trauma, the anger she felt, the anxiety and all of her unspoken emotions. A good walk always helped her calm the whirlwind of thoughts and memories. During the colder months she helped Peeta chop wood for their stove and fireplace. In the warmer months Katniss tended to a garden. Hunting also helped but there were times that she felt as if she was back in the 74th Arena. On those days she’d run back to the safety of Peeta’s arms. 

Today wasn’t those days. It was one of those days she couldn’t stop her mind from racing. She was battling within herself about what they were doing. Katniss had gone into the woods early, needing to do something to release her anxiety. She came back calmer, but was restless and went outside to chop some of the cut pieces of wood into smaller pieces.  After coming inside with wood, she decided to find Peeta. He had been studying the book. 

Katniss found Peeta in his art studio making sketches at his draft table. Katniss peered over his shoulder, even sitting down he was taller than her. He had a ruler with him and was making a schematic of the incubator. Katniss pulled up a stool and sat next to him content to watch him work.

Peeta glanced at her with that warm smile, she noticed the way the light made his ashy blond hair golden, her heart skipped a beat. He stretched out and she couldn’t help but watch the way the muscles in his arms tensed and relaxed. Or the way his back seemed to stretch, she could envision the muscle beneath his simple shirt rippling with strength. She felt her cheeks heat up as Peeta stood to his full height.

When he sat down on the sofa to read the book, she quietly scurried across the studio to sit next to him, eventually she ended up snuggled up on his lap with her head pressed onto his shoulder. Peeta often joked that he was her personal chair or blanket, she always wanted to be draped on him. 

Peeta didn’t mind, he was always softly caressing her, running his hands lightly up and down her back, pressing soft kisses on her neck, forehead, top of her head, and the tip of her nose. He also liked playing with the tip of her braid. When she let her hair loose Peeta’s hands would massage the nape of her neck, twirl the strands of her thick dark teases in his fingers.

It was strange that someone who didn’t like to be touched loved to feel Peeta hand’s on her person. She became much more affectionate, as they grew closer. 

Katniss would sniff his neck, cuddle with him, kiss his cheeks, and rub his leg with ointment when he had a bad day. She would sometimes press kisses around the nub. 

Haymitch called them lovey-dovey and would often react snidely to their excessive touching. Katniss however didn’t even blink. She wasn’t afraid of Haymitch’s good natured teasing. What did bother her was the need for secrecy. They didn’t want Haymitch to know what they were up to, so they were keeping a low profile. It wasn’t a hard thing to do since Haymtich kept to himself. Yet not telling Haymitch still bothered her.

Katniss closed her eyes listening to the soft woosh the pages made as Peeta flipped one page of the book to another. 

“So is it possible?”

“Yes, it’s really simple to do. I just need to get some cardboard, some plastic, tape, a bowl for the water, a thermometer, and a 40 Watt bulb.”

“That seems easy enough, do you think we could make one a little sturdier?”

“Sure I can get some thin pieces of wood.” Peeta put the book down, “What about you? Any success in the woods?”

“I’ve been scouting the lake, and found a few geese nests. I’ll need to get an egg crate so that I can carry them safely from the woods in my game bag.”

“You can use the egg crate when we finish eating the eggs.”

“Sounds good.”

Katniss wrinkled her nose and sighed at the same time. She wanted to talk to Peeta about her thoughts on the incubator endeavor but didn’t know how to begin the discussion.

“What is it?” Peeta asked.

“Nothing.” 

“Sweetheart!” Haymitch called out.

They paused hearing his voice, Katniss looked at Peeta feeling guilty. Since their life began, when Peeta came back, there was an unwritten rule between all three of them that they wouldn’t lie to the other. And keeping this secret was akin to lying. 

“It’s okay,” Peeta calmly said, stuffing the book in between the sofa cushions. “We’re doing this because we love him.” 

It always astonished Katniss that Peeta always knew how to read her. Despite the highjacking, that ability to know how to interpret her awkwardness and non-verbal reactions. “Okay,” she replied.

Peeta placed several kisses on her face. She twisted her head slightly and he kissed her on the lips. She sighed. His kisses were better than any drug the Capitol could make. The door to the studio opened.

“Ugh,” Haymtich grumbled. He slipped his hand to his eyes, “I don’t need to see you doing stuff to Sweetheart, Kid.” 

Katniss hid her face in Peeta’s neck. Her embarrassment hid her anxiety.

“Hi Haymitch, you do know this is our home, and we’re allowed to live our lives as we want. Besides I don’t mind Katniss seeing me in all of my natural glory.”

“Well keep all of your natural glory hidden, Kid,” Haymitch grumbled.

Peeta laughed, “You hungry?”

“Wouldn’t be here if I wasn’t,” Haymitch said. 

Peeta laughed, and Katniss had to dislodge herself from Peeta so that he could stand and follow Haymitch out the door. 

Haymitch stayed with them for the rest of the day, thankfully Greasy Sae and her granddaughter stopped by and all four of them had dinner. Katniss was able to not allow her nervousness over the incubator take over. 

Later that night when they went to bed, Katniss wound herself around Peeta the way Buttercup did when he wanted extra bits of bacon. Peeta spoke with Thom to give him some of the wood he needed to make the crate. He then spoke with Greasy Sae to get him hay. Lastly he spoke to  Effie over the phone to get him the lightbulb with the socket and electrical cord, a metal bowl, and the plastic film. When he had everything, Peeta set out to make the incubator, and on Saturday of that week Katniss took two egg crates and went into the woods.

Getting the eggs was not easy as the geese were very protective of their nests. Like a thief in the night she pilfered the nests getting caught nearly once as the geese ran after her. When she arrived home the incubator was done. They took the eggs and shined a light through them to make sure they were good eggs. Katniss was relieved that there was only one dud in the batch. Peeta carefully placed them inside of the incubator. Both showered and put on their best clothing to make the solemn walk across the yard to Haymitch’s.

Katniss had barely knocked on the door when Haymitch swung the door open, “What are you two up to?”

“We got you something,”Peeta said, holding the incubator up.

Haymitch’s grey eyes grew twice as large.  

“They’re geese eggs,” Katniss said quietly.

Haymitch blinked once, twice, and Katniss noticed how his nose became red and his eyes watered. He removed the gray handkerchief from his back pocket and blew his nose. She could see that he was fighting with himself. She knew that fight, the one that wanted to remain tough and the one that wanted to show emotion. He cleared his throat and nodded. 

Gingerly he took the incubator and set it up on the table. They followed behind him, and watched as his hands shook as he reached into the incubator and lightly brushed the eggs.

“You have to make sure that the temperature stays…”

“Kid, I know how to grow the goslings,” Haymitch said in a quiet trembling voice. 

“We’re having a goose tonight if you want to come, don’t worry it wasn’t one of their parents,” Katniss said.

Haymitch chuckled, “Still have the personality of a slug.”

“Couldn’t be anything less,” Katniss said quietly.

He looked up at her and nodded, and gruffly said. “I’ll be there. Kid, you make sure you got some fresh bread. I don’t want to get indigestion from the old stuff.”

Katniss snorted, and took Peeta by the hand, “Don’t worry about the bread, you just make it on time for dinner.” 

Haymitch waved them away. They walked across the street back to their home and as soon as they walked into their home they crashed into each other, embracing because they knew that despite Haymtich’s gruffness, he was happy. 

When the first goslings hatched Katniss took to sitting outside to watch Haymitch walk out of his house with a row of goslings following him. He would call them by name and would speak to him like any proud parent. It was the sweetest thing and she smiled, while holding her cups. There was a time she and Peeta followed Haymitch around like the innocent goslings. Haymitch was in her heart more than a mentor, he was a father figure and she and Peeta were one of his goslings.

[mictheweis]

Minor Veilguard spoilers but:

After reading the letter Thom writes to a romanced inquisitor, I’m just on the verge of tears picturing her stressing over wall colors in their house while he watches her with a soft smile knowing they’ve finally made it to their happily ever after

[damnikindadontcare]

Carmy having to ask if Claire is his girlfriend after literally buying Syd a personalized Thom Browne jacket, telling Syd he couldn’t do this without her, he wouldn’t even want to do this without her, and she makes him better at this, picturing Syd to calm himself down from an intense panic attack, yelling Syd’s name when he got stuck in the fridge, saying he felt like he should’ve known that her mom died, and saying you deserve my full focus and nothing less. Yeah buddy you have a girlfriend it’s just not Claire.

[april-is]

April 3, 2025: On the Origin of Trans Femmes, Kai Cheng Thom

On the Origin of Trans Femmes Kai Cheng Thom

for Meredith Russo we are the daughters of witches that they could and did burn we are the daughters of witches that they are still burning & you know in my dreams, a woman keeps whispering: keep going maybe in the next lifetime we’ll make it to the water

==

Today in: 

2024: Positivity, D.A. Powell 2023: Picture This, Jiordan Castle 2022: Alba, Madeleine Cravens 2021: July, Cristin O'Keefe Aptowicz 2020: Poem Beginning With A Retweet, Maggie Smith 2019: Waiting for Happiness, Nomi Stone 2018: United, Naomi Shihab Nye 2017: If You Are Over Staying Woke, Morgan Parker 2016: High School Senior, Sharon Olds 2015: Dog in Bed, Joyce Sidman 2014: Persephone Writes to Her Mother, Tara Mae Mulroy 2013: Hook, James Wright 2012: How to Build an Owl, Kathleen Lynch 2011: Expecting, Kevin Young 2010: The Choir, Luke Kennard 2009: I Come Home Wanting To Touch Everyone, Stephen Dunn 2008: Visible World, Richard Siken 2007: Anywhere Else, Maggie Dietz 2006: After Work, Richard Jones 2005: The Sheep-Child, James Dickey

[pensbridge]

Master Post Bridgerton Live Event Season 3

Let me just say so much of what they said leans into exactly how I pictured it.

○ Some words to describe the season: Shonda-"intimate" / Jess B-"confidence" / Luke Newts-"unexpected" / Nicola-"romantic" / Luke Thom-"zoom in"

○ They talk about Colin's words last season and say it was a good place to start in the story/journey; confirm apology will come

○ Pen has 1 main suitor besides Colin who takes a real interest in her (Spoiler: it's Lord Debling)

○ Julia Quinn said it is a good friends to lovers story. She sounded so excited!

○ Someone (either Shonda, Julia or Jess) said they have some good awkward banter.

○ Julia Quinn really confirmed the Colin-Pen hand scene (1st real emotional and physically intimate scene for them)

○ How Jess B talks about Colin (again) gives me hope for his personal journey-mentioned about the 3rd son "not knowing his place in the world" & more

○ Protective El of Colin confirmed (we get El and Colin scenes), but she still loves Pen; Luke N. called it a non-romantic love triangle between the 3

○ Benedict takes roles of Anthony; he can fall into different roles very well, but who is he and what does he want?

○ Will and Alice acquire a new title this season; Martins talked about how they are "drawn out of the shadows"

○ Adjoa talked about how Lord Ledger affected her; called that romance "life-changing"; QCABS enriched Lady Danbury story coming into season 3

○ Lady D. personal journey-she's "shook" at an arrival that happens 👀

○ Golda-How do you do private intimacy in the view of the public (George and QC)? / she loves the Brimsley relationship

○ When talking about QC picking the diamond of the season said she's bored of what's going on and is "searching for something different"

○ [Other tidbit-they're hosting a Bridgerton wedding for a lucky real-life couple.]

○ Shonda quote about Bridgerton always "finding a way to give female characters agency" and Pen has a good way of coming into this in this season

○ Nicola-"so much happens" in their story

○ They talked about how the show has changed their lives-Claudia said she always walks away proud of what she's done and essentially there's not one part of the job she's unsatisfied with. aww; Adjoa said "a space for everyone"

○ Season 3 is "for the wallflowers"- Adjoa [they mentioned this a lot; the interaction on this between Adjoa and Nicola just made it seem like there is Lady Danbury-Pen relationship]

○ Nic and Newts recreated the pic in the mirror with candle stick!! what?! / They also watch fan edits and send them to each other

○ Easter egg in almost every episode according to Jess B. and they are "raising the bar on visuals"- "even brighter and more spectacular than ever"

○ Superlatives: most like character-Luke Newton; least-Golda; most bloopers-Johnny Bailey or Claudia (and I think she was offended at first, lol)

○ Chaos in Featherington fam because Pen steps out (Portia doesn't like when Pen changes from her citrus dresses)

○ Nicola "didn't expect to be as emotional as it was" from the first 2 episode screening

○ Adjoa said things will make you laugh then quickly after cry

○ Claudia said people make mistakes and people fall..., etc.

○ Theme: "Find your light." -Jess B.

○ The line in QCABS "We are untold stories" is what this season is about

[emmieloumay]

When I tell you how I had to pause my game and CRY seeing my sweet Inquisitor come walking up!

Inquisitor Avyanna Trevelyan, wife of Thom Rainier, aunt to sweet Cole, Dorian's gossip buddy and long lost sister...

I will admit that trying to get her just right in the character creator was making me pull my hair out - but I plan on doing her some justice at another time!

More pictures from my Inquisition playthrough are under the cut!

I could write whole paragraphs on my first Inquisitor and her stoic Warden...

[lenoide]

Season of Love (6/?)

+18 | Toto x reader fem!teamprincipal, romance, comedy, and some good drama.

Summary: One night on a pier in Monaco, while admiring the sea under the night skies, you tell Toto: "I came to the conclusion that love is simply not meant for me." That's the answer to a question you have been asking yourself for the longest time. But what if he proved you wrong? Author's note: This is a multichapter Toto Wolff x team principal reader fic set along a season of F1. It's a very immersive story full of drivers, team dynamics, races, mystery, and smut. You just bought the Williams team, but nobody really knows who you truly are.

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Dances with Wolff Arc Chapter 6: Collision at Turn "Your Heart"

UK

Sam and Toto go to the Soft Serve Society in London the following day to have milkshakes. They share a sizeable Instagram-able shake, asking for two straws instead of one. 

The place is intimate and small, perfect for chatting. Its location in a trendy neighborhood gives Sam the ideal excuse to pull that Thom Browne boyish suit out of her suitcase.

As Sam is asking for two matcha cookies to complement their order, she notices Toto smiling like an idiot at his iPhone screen.

—Wow, that time you two spent apart did wonders for your relationship. I thought it was a "cease and desist" situation, as if there wouldn't be a turning point, but I haven't seen you like this in a long time.

—How? —Toto moves his gaze to Sam, a bit perplexed.

—Stupidly in love. So you two are genuinely back?

—Oh, that... well, we are trying this open relationship thing. Actually, I wanted to talk to you about it.

Sam gives him a judgy look, her eyebrows slightly frowning. —Let me guess. Susie suggested it; you said no, then she pressured you, and you followed along. There is no need to explain further; I get it.

Toto shrugs and barely nods his head.

—It's always what Susie wants, isn't it? You are so blind sometimes —she sounds now annoyed.

—I thought you, of all people, would get it. You see love differently than in the traditional way. Preferences aside, you are more free regarding feelings and partners.

—Yes, yet I'm not into playing with other people's feelings. 

—I'm not being played or playing with her feelings.

—To which one of the two hers are you referring?

A silence.

It's the first time Sam addresses the elephant in the room. 

—Listen, I don't want to overstep, and God knows I don't want to get in the middle; I love you both; yes, I said that, and stop smiling like that, but for fuck sake, you two need to communicate and talk! LIKE TALK! I know it's not my place, and I have tried to remain as neutral as possible, but I genuinely care about Y/N; there's more you need to know about each other because this thing is going to blow in your faces the worst way.

—What's on this? Is this really happening? You telling me how you are feeling? —Toto picks up the shake to smell it, making a funny face and trying to lighten the mood. He also avoids giving Sam an answer but pays attention to her every word.

—Oh, fuck off —Sam pushes him a bit roughly.

—Sugar sure is a drug! —Toto's holding a laugh.

-

—How did your day out with Toto go?

—How do you know we went out? Stalker!

In response, you give Sam an exaggerated insulted expression (hand over your chest and open wide mouth). —He texted me when you two were at the ice cream place! He even sent me these pictures! —you show her the conversation. —By the way, that outfit of yours is CUTE!

—Oh! It was you then —she says quickly and softly.

—Sorry? —you look at Sam as if another head grew from her neck.

—Oh, nothing. Toto didn't mention anything. He was just smiling like an idiot and giggling like a teenager, looking all in love at his phone screen.

—All what? Sam, what you said?! —you feel your heart in your throat.

—Did you follow my advice? —she cuts your shenanigans.

—I tried to follow it and address our "situation," but he rushed to get wine. He ran from the conversation, and I didn't feel like having it much, either. I knew how it was going to end.

—Well, keep pushing, trust me.

—Is there something I should worry about? —you suddenly stop and look straight at her.

—It's not my place to tell —Sam answers neutrally.

Then you two board your jet with directions home, your new home, Monaco. 

Now, thanks to Sam's words, an eerie sentiment fills your head. Is she trying to warn you something?

-

It's a quiet flight; well, if it wasn't for Samanta's snoring, not even an English Bulldog snores that loud. 

Which makes you laugh hard; you have forgotten how terrible Sam sleeps. 

It's been a while since you two slept nearby, which was the most common thing for all those years you lived at the Manor.

You have always been very much like sisters.

You take out your phone and start recording a video of Sam sound asleep with T-rex arms, open mouth, and loudly snoring, all weirdly placed on the comfy, big seat next to you.

-

Monaco

Why, every time you land in Monaco, your mind is in desperate need of a Toto detox?

-

As soon as you are in the car ride home, you hit the send button on the "Get a grip, loca🏎!" group chat.

After you share the video of Sam sleeping, a long list of replies and reactions appear in the group.

She threatens to murder you in your sleep.

-

Two nights after being back, when Charles enters the apartment wearing the world's most oversized outfit while trying to juggle four bottles of wine - one held under his chin - and a big fancy grocery bag while avoiding stepping on "Robbie" - your Roomba robot - you feel so at home; this couldn't be a more domestic scene for you two before you rush to help him.

Never mind, too late! Now, the kitchen floor looks like a crime scene. 

God, how much you missed him! Keeping your friendship while hiding it from the rest of the Scuderia has been difficult. 

Ferrari is a hermetic group that likes it that way; being extra friendly with the enemy could cost Charles' head, thanks to Binotto's paranoia.

—FUCK! FUCK AND FUCK! —he lets out, looking at the now red floor, followed by various French cursings coming out of that pouty mouth. 

—At least the other three survived —you hear Sam say, entering behind him and holding two more bottles and a cake.

—Several bottles of wine and lots of food. This is an intervention for me, isn't it? —you ask, looking at them suspiciously.

Both of them energetically nod.

—We need to talk about Bruno —Charles jokes; he obviously means Toto while grabbing the paper towel on the kitchen counter to try cleaning his mess, which is as useless as you expected.

—Damn —is all you let out.

At some point, Charles gives up and prefers leaving a fat tip and a Post-it for Rosita when she comes clean tomorrow morning.

-

—Hi, I have a quick question: How much do you weigh?

A text from Toto comes in the early hours of the day as you are about to hit the treadmill in your luxurious building's training center. You rushed down there, unable to sleep a second more.

After the intervention, you comprehend lots of things need to change.

—(Y/N's weight), why? —you reply. 

It's still dark outside.

Only you and three others are alone in the enormous gym section, which feels quiet and isolated, perfect for decompressing. 

Apparently, when Toto and you are apart, you are both early birds. It's always a snooze fest when you two are tangled in sheets. Probably, it's because he makes the world's most fabulous pillow or because he loves having you wrapped in his arms.

Judging by his text's unusual hours, he may be overthinking it too. Lately, you have felt driven to exercise earlier in the morning as well to avoid losing your sanity.

A couple of minutes later, a video of Toto adjusting the weight of his barbells to your weight before doing a couple of hip thrusts comes as a reply.

You watch the video a couple of times, okay, several times, before hitting the reply button. —I can help you do some repetitions if you want; I know a very effective routine! My trainer also advised me I needed more cardio —you tease him, feeling a tingle down there, hehe. 

Fuck! You are falling for it again, and you just swore to Sam and Charles that there would be no Toto during this break!

As Toto reads your text, a pleased smirk forms on his lips, and then he exhales and returns to exercise. 

He shouldn't be feeling this desperate for your attention. It has been only the first week without seeing you.

The way you have turned his life upside down is unimaginable.

-

—Your girl is in town! —Normani sends a selfie of herself in the group chat, throwing a pose on the Monaco pier, looking flawless and stylish in a two-piece Casablanca outfit (an orange thee with colorful stripes and shorty shorts and pulling the coolest glasses) while blowing a kiss. —Let's hang out tonight!😈😈

—OH, I KNOW JUST THE PLACE —Lando writes back.

—Italy.

Several "???" appear.

—I'm in Italy —Seb clarifies.

Now, it makes sense.

—Someone needs to help Seb with this, really —George says.

—Let's take him to one of those free classes at the Apple store, you know, with the senior citizens —Checo jokes. —I'm with Carola's parents and the kids in Guadalajara, so we are out of the fun this time.

—Tell Carola I love her —you request Checo.

—I will, thx.

—I don't wish for an apple, thank you —Seb replies.

—Dear God —Lewis texts.

—Jk! Jk! I'm not that inept, and I'm not yet a senior citizen, but soon, 2032 let's go! —Seb exits the conversation.

—Lando, send the location —Lewis texts. —That's great to know, Seb. I'm already saving for our turbo wheelchairs to challenge you in races at the retirement home.

—There, see you guys at 1 a.m.

—I want to live enough to witness that, Lewis —Mick enters the conversation.

—This club looks like a shithole! I don't wish for my organs to get stolen —Charles points out after looking for the place on Google Maps; it's only a run-down facade photo of the place in a not-that-neat street.

—Trust me, you are going to love it —Lando comments.

—Is it private? —Lewis asks. —Cause last time we went out in London, getting us out of there was a nightmare.

—That's precisely why I'm suggesting this place!

—Spain.

—I'm in Spain —Carlos texts, mocking Seb. —Have fun without me, guys, even though I don't think you can. Send pictures. I miss you, my friends.

—Te extraño, too🙇‍♀️ —you reply, Carlos, you have become fond of him.

—🥰🥰 —Carlos sends.

—I'm liking this sketchy, mysterious place already —Sam joins in.

—Sam, is Millie still in town? —you ask her, you met Millie for brunch two days ago.

—No, I already left 😭😭😭. Mick invited me to hike in Patagonia—a photo of them out in nature follows her text. 

—Okay, the ones who are going, please send a hands-up emoji; I'm booking the table —Lando texts.

-

You make your way through the winding streets of Monaco on Charles' bike at full speed; you are sure you flashed at least four people with that party mini dress you are wearing as you head to the mysterious nightclub. 

As soon as you park, you agree with Charles that it looks like a sketchy part of town, but the faint sound of pulsing music and the flickering lights emanating from a door down a narrow corridor between two buildings right in front of you quickly distract you and guides you in.

Soon, as you enter and go down the long stairs, you are immediately enveloped in a world of luxury "decadence." 

The atmosphere is electric, and the air is heavy with the scent of exotic perfumes. 

—It smells like good sex —is what Lando tells you as he greets you, looking at your two "trying to discover the scent" faces.

The walls are decorated with striking artwork, each more provocative and daring than the last.

For sure, this place is the stage for many wild escapades.

As almost everyone gets there, the group is drawn to the center of the club, near where the main stage, lit up with swirling lights and seductive, almost naked dancers. 

Your table in the VIP area "it has the best location in the place", again, according to Lando.

As you sit next to Nomani, who gave you the world's greatest greeting hug, you get mesmerized by the hypnotic rhythm of the music and the dancers' graceful motions. 

You get transfixed, unable to tear your eyes away from them. Gorgeous he/she/they are on the stage.

—Beer, gin, what are we drinking? —Normani asks you.

—Tequila —you answer too quickly for her and Sam's amusement.

—Tequila, it is! —she says loudly and makes a little dance, shaking the girls around. The more than happy waiter witnesses it before getting the bottle.

You pour everyone a shot to start the night. Lewis just arrived, and George is running late as usual.

—Can you smell it? —you ask everyone.

A couple of "What?" come along.

—The regret —you joke as you all take the shot.

The group then goes full party core, joining the pulsating dance floor and losing themselves in the music. 

Laughter and shouts fill the air as the exotic dancers approach you and the crowd to exchange some sensual moves.

Amidst the chaos and allure of the night, Toto arrives. Unexpectedly.

Charles and Sam instantly look at you, almost throwing you darts.

—I swear to God I didn't invite him!

George did.

-

As alcohol skyrockets Lando, he starts doing push-ups for you in the middle of the dance floor as a techno-dub mix of Olivia Newton John's and Dua Lipa's "Physical" starts playing while he looks straight at you.

—Is that supposed to impress me? —you raise an eyebrow, cross your arms, and lean on Lewis, who is also witnessing the action.

—Is it working?

—Never stop believing in your dreams —you laugh it off, and Toto playfully rolls his eyes at him, then winks at you.

"Oh, God, I'm weak! I'm not going to resist the temptation."

—The dancer with the jockstrap hasn't taken his eyes off you the entire night —Toto points out for Normani, gesturing to which one he refers.

Normani makes a "definitely wouldn't mind" expression. —Too bad I don't do one-night stands —she confesses.

—Like ever? —Lewis looks at her like she is from Mars.

—Hopeless romantic right here! —Normi answers. —I like to party, but I'm so old-fashioned. Thanks, Mom!

—What a classy lady, indeed! —George says.

—It's my Britishness britishing —she jokes. —I want a husband, a big house in the countryside, horses and babies, you know, the traditional.

—Like, literally, this is the worst place to discuss family! —Sam warns them with a "Don't kill the mood, guys" look.

—The worst! —you all burst out laughing.

—I'm not sure if she is messing with us or..? —Lando comes closer to saying to Charles.

—No, really! It's my biggest wish. I can't wait to be a mom! —Normani lets out. 

—But you are so young! —everyone looks so shocked at her. Quite the revelation!

—I KNOW, but I want four! So, I better hurry up.

—FOUR?!! —everyone kind of screams in response.

Normani looks at them with a big smile, happy with the chaos her confession is causing.

—I get you, girl. I do love one myself; I have wanted to be a mom for years now. I feel I'm close to adopting one, but I need to do something with my schedule first. It would be impossible with a baby!

Toto listens to your conversation, very quiet and still, looking as if something inside him broke.

-

—Hey, I want to talk to you privately. I have something important to tell you; it's been on my mind for a while —Toto approaches you to whisper in your ear.

—Oh, sure, yeah —you agree to. "Okay, breathe, the moment it's coming."

When you reach a quiet spot to talk without all the people buzzing around, the loud background noises, and the almost butt-naked performers, you two remain there in an awkward silence for a minute.

Toto looks like he wants to say something but doesn't, so you break the ice first, feeling your hands shaking a bit.

—So what do you want to tell me that's so important?

He looks straight at you and takes two steps to close the distance between you. —Ahem, so... so what are you planning for... for the off-season? —he takes you off guard.

"Okay, this is not what I was expecting."

—I... I don't know... yet.

—Maybe we could spend it together. I know a private island that would be perfect —Toto offers you, totally improvising.

—Oh, I see...

—I mean... if you want to.

—No, no, of course, I want to!

—Perfect, then —he says, his voice deep. Toto then takes your hand, and you're surprised by the warmth from his touch.

"Coward" "Selfish" is all Toto thinks for himself. "But I don't want to lose her. I need her just a bit more. I don't know how to quit her."

—What do you say if we continue this conversation somewhere even more private? —Toto invites you, his intense dark eyes piercing right through you. 

Before you have time to respond, he takes your hand and leads you toward the exit at the back of the place and into his car.

Soon, you arrive at his luxurious penthouse, abandoning almost all of your party clothes in the process. 

You glance around the dimly lit living room, admiring its opulence. The walls are decorated with fine art, and the scent of wealth lingers in every corner.

Toto, already bare-chested, removes the rest of his clothes, revealing himself. You can't help but stare at his toned abs, defined muscles, and delicious dick. 

He smirks, noticing your admiration, and pushes you closer to the sofa. It creaks softly under your weight as he sits you down, eyes locked onto each other.

—You're stunning —Toto says while tracing his fingers down your body as you remove your last piece of clothing.

Your pulse quickens at his touch, and you move in, pressing your lips hard against his.

Toto's tongue sneaks its way between your parted lips as he pulls your naked body close to his. You moan softly.

Slowly, he leans back onto the plush pillows, taking you with him. Your bodies intertwine in a passionate embrace, enjoying the heat from his broad chest into you as you run your hands all over him, feeling every inch of Toto pressing against your core.

He grabs you by the hips, grinding you against him forcefully, causing an excited whimper to escape your lips. You can't help but crave his every single inch.

Sliding yourself lower, you feel him harden beneath you. —Fuck, you're so hard —you whisper into his ear as you stroke his length up and down. 

Toto flips you onto your back, not letting you control the show yet, spreading your legs wide. He effortlessly glides both of his hands beneath your ass, lifting you up like you weigh nothing.

His left-hand squeezes your ass cheek possessively while his right supports your lower back. Then Toto lowers his mouth to your inner thigh, his tongue trailing a path of wetness up to your core, where he tastes you. 

You gasp, your breath hitching whenever his tongue flicks your clit.

Plunging his tongue deep inside you, he tastes the sweetness of your essence. Moving back up to your clit, he sucks hard, provoking you to tremble under the pleasure.

Your fingers entangle his thick hair, tugging and pushing as waves of delight roll over your body. 

Toto stares at your swollen clit and massages it gently, building an almost unbearable tension in the pit of your stomach before he slides first one finger, then two inside of you, feeling you tighten around them as he moves them in deliberate circles.

—What the fuck, you feel incredible —he mumbles against your folds. He increases his pace, sucking harder, flicking faster until you are shuddering against him, gasping for breath, about to break apart.

Your vision gets blurry as an involuntary moan escapes your lips.

—I'm so fucking close —you cry out, inarticulate with pleasure. Toto looks up and climbs back up your body, kissing and nipping at your soft flesh as he goes up until his thighs are between yours.

—You want me to make you come, don't you? —he whispers seductively, nibbling on your earlobe.

You nod, biting your lip. You need Toto to fill you, to end this unbearable craving he had built inside you.

—Please, Toto —you beg, thrusting your hips upward. A desperate whimper tears from your throat when your sexes don't meet.

Toto chuckles softly, smirking at your desperation. —Then fuck me —he murmurs, placing you on top of him, inviting you to ride him right there, inviting you to guide him inside of you. —Fuck me hard.

The feeling of him filling you up, inch by inch, sends waves of ecstasy through your body. —Oh, god, yes —you moan, encouraging him deeper.

Your bodies move together in perfect harmony as you ride waves of pleasure. Toto grunts and groans with each bounce, whispering obscenities in your ear as you cowgirl him with an arched back, panting heavily. Wetness pools between you as your sweat-slicked bodies slap together rhythmically.

Toto grabs your hands and pins them behind your back, changing the angle of his thrusts. He hits a spot deep within you that sends shivers down your spine, producing a guttural moan from your lips. 

He smirks at the sound and repeats the action, watching your reaction with fascination.

—Fuuck —you cry out, every muscle tensing as your fingers curl into fists. 

Toto continues to plow into you, each thrust harder and deeper than the last, making your tits bounce without control, making you a mess. 

You look down at him to see your bodies moving in a slick rhythm, leaving trails of sweat and lust on your skin. He looks wild, eyes burning with desire and mouth parted in a low growl as the scent of sex permeates the air around you.

You whimper as he releases one of your wrists, allowing you to wrap your hand around your breast. Your fingers tease your sensitive nipple, sending a fresh wave of sensation flooding through you.

Toto watches you touch yourself, entranced by the movement of your hand on your breast as his thrusts become erratic.

—Fuck, you're so goddamn beautiful —he mutters roughly, his hips slamming into yours hard. The sound of your bodies colliding resonates throughout the room, mixing with your erratic breathing. 

—You like that? —Toto asks, smirking at your eager expression. You feel yourself getting closer to the edge, ready to burst at any moment.

Toto's dark eyes pierce into you, watching every twitch of your face and every moan of breath.

His thrusts become more deliberate, each one pressing into your womb.

—Fuckkk —Toto groans loudly, struggling to contain himself. His muscles tense as he gives it to you very fast; sweat drips down his face, onto his chest, and you.

—Toto! —you moan very loud as you come all over his dick.

—I need you —he confesses to you as he is about to come. You bounce hard and desperately on his cock, till you hear him grunting loud; a mess of panting Toto fills you up.

-

Ferrari's big anniversary is coming up next weekend, and they are set to throw the biggest party ever, a very fancy gala that will take place in Rome, or so Charles discloses to you.

—I'm actually excited for this one! —then he turns to show you the jewelry bracelet he likes before trying it on while cheerfully chit-chatting.

—This one is more your style, I like it better —you agree with his pick, as you two are out shopping.

While the sales lady adjusts it to his wrist measurements, Charles continues telling you: —This party has been in the making for so long, and all the rumors we have been hearing about it from the planners keep getting better; it honestly sounds so good!

You attentively listen to him while trying on a set of butterfly diamond earrings. Yes, you need them.

He continues: —I really wish I could take you like my plus one! But I'm taking my mom; I promised her way before meeting you.

—Oh, sweetie, no worries! But do tell me more about it. Sounds fabulous.

—Well, it will be very VIP, with only big clients, a couple of A-lister celebrities, and influential motorsports people. There's a lot of gossip about what or who will be the entertainment.

—I guess I'm not part of the big names of motorsports yet because I haven't been invited, haha. Mattia doesn't like me, isn't it?

—He is not your biggest fan, but almost no one has been invited; as far as I know, it's just the Scuderia and people Mattia considers his "paddock friends." —Charles gestures with his hands. —And some special guests with a history with the brand, like Niki. He is going! I know because Sam is his plus one; she told me yesterday.

—Maybe I should buy Ferrari to party with you at that fabulous event —you laugh it off as you sign the check for the earrings.

—And to party with Niki —Charles adds, joking.

—I heard he goes hard! —you joke back. Nowadays, if Niki stays up after 10 p.m., he considers it a wild night, in his words.

-

As you are about to finish your grilled salmon at that gorgeous "Gaia" restaurant in Monte Carlo, your phone buzzes on top of the white mantelpiece, grabbing your attention.

—Didn't you lose something?

—Not that I know.

—How weird, cause I have this plus one ticket with your name on it.

—Haha. You got me!

—Feeling like going to a fancy party in Rome?

—A getaway trip to Italy? SIGN ME UP! —you happily reply, already thinking about what you will wear.

-

Rome

As the sun descended over the iconic Roman Colosseum, flashing cameras lit the red carpet at the ancient structure's entrance. 

Sleek Ferraris pull up, each more luxurious than the previous, dropping the celebrities and high-profile guests off to make their grand entrances, dressed in the most glamorous outfits and adorned in shining jewels. 

Amidst all that circus, you two stay on the sidelines, watching the spectacle unfold before quietly skipping the paparazzi and splitting apart to enter the temporarily built ballroom.

—Surprise! —you extend your arms to Leclerc; he is now fresh off the red carpet, the one you avoid to keep it as discreet as possible.

A prominent smile forms on the lips of the Monagesque. —We could have shared the flight here, you know! Instead of you flying here all by yourself —Charles rolls his eyes at you and then hugs you. —I really believed you when you said you didn't get invited. You got me!

"But I didn't fly by myself!" You want to correct him on that, but you don't.

Inside, the atmosphere is as opulent as outside. Red lights illuminate the ancient structure, and lavish decorations adorn every table set. Cirque du Soleil performers move gracefully through the crowds, dazzling costumes twirling and shimmering as they entertain the guests with their mesmerizing acts.

You take in all the sights and sounds of the extravagant gala surrounding you, where motorsport legends mingle with billionaires, entertainers, engineers, celebrities, and beautiful models. 

Laughter, loud music, and chatter fill the air, along with the clinking of champagne glasses.

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After having a blast dancing around, chatting, and goofing an hour later, you go to look for Sam, knowing she must be somewhere around. 

But the place is enormous, the crowd is big, and no luck so far; she is nowhere to be seen.

You get tired of searching for her and go to the bathroom. By this point, you have had many drinks, "Damn, that waiting line is long!"

As you try to find something to entertain you while you wait, you start scanning the place with your eyes, observing every gorgeous detail, when the silhouette of a beautiful blond woman steals your attention. Four girls in front of you in the line, there is Susie.

She is as beautiful as you expected her to be in person but more petite; she looks fit and fierce but kind. You can't help but stare at her before wondering what she is doing here. Then a "Duh! Idiot! She is a big name in motorsports!" hits you.

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As you return to your table from grabbing chocolate-covered strawberries a bit later, you run into Sam.

She stares at you with the widest eyes ever, completely surprised. —What? —she lets out, standing still.

—Surprise! —you reach to hug her. —I have been looking for you all damn night! —she barely hugs you, and your big smile starts to fade away. —Is all good? —you ask, concern while looking straight at her.

—I'm so sorry, Y/N. I genuinely am —she mumbles. Samanta's features are full of dismay.

—Sam, you are worrying me.

She gestures to you to turn around.

"Oh, there is that feeling you remember so well." 

That awful fucking feeling of getting your heart shattered. Like a bullet going through the flesh, a sting of pure pain as if your heart was glass and was getting crushed by a hammer, pure and profound pain as you watch Susie wrapped around Toto's neck with no inch of space in between them, standing by the Mercedes guest table, sharing soft kisses and pets. 

Yet you are so skilled at hiding your feelings that it requires an expert - like Sam - to figure you out.

With a neutral face, you faintly say: —I need a moment.

—Y/N... I will go with you...

—I need a moment, I... I need to get fresh air. I will be right back —you start walking in the opposite direction to them, and Sam follows your every step.

—Y/N. I'm here for you...

—I'll be back, Sam. I need a moment, please —you make her stop following you around. So she contains herself and watches you walk away, worried about you. 

Sam knows your mental health hangs from a fragile thread.

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—I want a Tequila and tonic with three tequila shots in it, please —Samanta brusquely drops herself on her seat at the Mercedes guest table and asks the waiter for a heavy drink.

—That would be two, please. You have learned from the master herself. Where is she, tho? I spotted Y/N and was going to greet her, but I got distracted by a sexy lady asking for a selfie. Now I don't know where she went to —Lewis asks while looking around, trying to spot you among the crowds.

The music is loud, so conversing is challenging if you aren't near enough.

—She's outside chatting with Vettel —Charles inserts himself in the conversation between a pissed-off Sam and a clueless Lewis, arriving a bit rushed at the table and placing himself between their two chairs.

—Hi mate! —Lewis pats his arm, and half hugs him while still sitting. Charles rubs his shoulder in response.

—Hey, Sam. I made the changes you suggested to my speech. Do you approve? —Leclerc hands her a folded piece of paper; "She is out there crying" is written in big caps.

Sam and Charles exchange warry looks.

—It's perfect. I will help you practice it.

—Great idea, let's g...

A loud "ow" sound from the crowd interrupts them. A tray hits the floor loudly, followed by glasses breaking. It's all coming from far on their left. 

They all turn their heads toward the noise, as does almost everyone in the entire place.

—I'm so so sorry! Oh my god! I'm an idiot! Please forgive me! —a very distraught and nervous Vettel apologizes frantically to you. 

He accidentally crashed into the waiter holding a tray of wine glasses as he crossed paths with you, the ones that landed all over you, fucking up your dress, before smashing on the floor. 

Which made poetic sense since you felt wounded, and now you looked like it.

You could sense Toto's eyes burning into you. You weren't supposed to be there.

Lewis gets on his feet. —Jesus, poor Y/N —and he notices how Toto looks utterly shaken by seeing you here and looking whiter than a ghost, and at that moment, he gets it. Fuck.

—Seb, Seb, SEB! —you raise your voice as Vettel keeps apologizing and talking nonstop. —It's okay, sweetie. No worries; I will go change! It's all okay.

—I'm sorry. Please forgive me; let me escort you out. It's the least I can do.

—Okay. Fine —you finally agree, looking a bit done with Seb.

You two start walking to the exit, which is all the other way around for your fucking luck. As you depart, you can hear the people whispering and staring at you. 

A frozen Toto watches you walk past them, and you can't help it; for the briefest moment, you make eye contact with him before Vettel blocks the view.

—Sebastian Vettel, you are a good man —Sam whispers.

—What? —Charles reaches even closer to her.

—Y/N is not coming back. Seb was her exit out. 

—Was that on purpose?!!

—Yes. That's why you saw them talking out there, for sure.

—Are they that close? Since when? I had no fucking clue.

—Since Y/N set foot on the paddock —Sam replies, knowing the whole story. —She's an expert at hiding in plain sight.

—Should we check on her? —Lewis turns to them, still on his feet, looking tense.

—Y/N will be fine; she always is —Sam says aloud for the entire table to hear. She can feel Toto's eyes on her but doesn't care to look back at him.

-

Vettel takes you inside a black-tinted Suburban. As the chauffeur speeds away from the Colosseum, he holds your hand and never lets it go.

Seb asks you to stay at his place so he can care for you and keep you company, and you agree.

You two cuddle in the back seat while you cry in his arms all the ride to his place. 

It's a long one.

You don't know if it's because your heart is shattering into a million pieces, or because you feel vulnerable right now, or just cause Seb is such a kind and precious being that you pour all out. 

You let him know everything, every single fucking detail about your fling with Torger and how you feel right now. You had never been so forthcoming with anyone about this, not even Sam.

—I'm so sorry about how the night turned out; I invited you as my plus-one with the idea of having the best time. I wish I had known all of this before! Finding it out this way, gosh, that's harsh —Seb tells you, with a mixture of mortification and sadness.

—You aren't the one who should apologize! Hey, at least we had a good time on the flight here. Thanks to you, now I want to build hundreds of hotels for the bees.

He smiles brightly before adding: —Right now, you need to rest and feel, let it all out of your system, and tomorrow start new! I'm here for you.

—Thanking for acting out that exit; you deserve an Oscar.

—I have been mistaken for Brad Pitt before, you know —he jokes to try to make you smile, but it's in vain. —You are a good actress, too.

-

You crash on his couch. Barely making it inside, collapsing as soon as you cross the entrance door, feeling drained.

You have experienced the "heart broke syndrome" before and know how it goes, so you needed to lie down ASAP.

-

After God knows how many minutes since you blacked out on the sofa, you hear a noise above you. You slightly and a bit unwillingly open your eyes to see Seb covering you with a remarkably soft blanket that feels so delicious. He drops a puffy pillow on the rug beside you and lays himself down there next to the couch.

You move to face him as he gets comfy there on the floor. —What are you doing?

—Oh, shit, did I wake you up? I'm staying here if you don't mind —he looks at you with apprehension in those stunning eyes.

—You are the sweetest —you tell him as you slowly drift off, exhausted.

As you fall asleep again, you understand now why Lewis dared risk it all for Seb and start wondering what happened to those two.

-

You wake up disoriented and feeling anxious. 

It's still dark. 

Seb is profoundly asleep and relaxed in the blueish-tinted living room, with the moonlight sneaking through the large windows. 

You stay there, unable to sleep but with zero energy to move. You observe his breathing, which weirdly helps you soothe yourself when suddenly, your phone screen lights up, stealing your gaze.

You try to reach for it since Seb placed your purse and phone on the coffee table at arm's distance before going to look for an oversized T-shirt that could work you as pajamas. 

It's a simple text from Toto. "Can I please talk to you?"

As you navigate your phone, you notice many missed calls from Sam, Charles, and Lewis.

Well, now it's clear communication and sincerity weren't your thing. You weren't one of those couples. 

Were you even a couple?

"Maybe it's best this way," is all you reply to him before turning your phone off.

Tears start coming down again as your phone screen dims and fades to black again.

-

The following day, Seb offers you to stay for as long as you wish, and you will take his word for it.

You don't feel like returning to the city you share with Toto; it's way too risky for you to be in Monaco. 

You need time to compose yourself. A lot is about to happen soon, and you need to be at your best. You can't fail. To be continued... < Previous chapter | Masterlist | Next chapter >

[jakelopezzz]

i just remembered that this buddie picture is taken by THE miss tracie thoms, which means that karen is most likely to be on the bachelor party and it makes me smile because we didn't talked enough how her and chimney's friendship goes waaaaaay baaaaaack 💗

[waywardangel-wilds]

Peeta-Delly sibling conversations I write in my drafts as jokes to myself (in some of these I imagine them as actual blood siblings lol):

D: drive me to the store.

P: no

D: drive me to the store drive me to the store drive me to the store

P: no, no, and no.

D: but I want to buy some pants

P: don’t care

D: I hate you

P: don’t care

D: drive me to the store

P: no

D: drive me to the store

P: no

D: DRIVE ME TO THE STORE!

P: NO!

Silence

D: you wanna get pizza?

P:… fine

P: smell my armpit

D: what? No!

P: just tell me if it smells!

D: smell it yourself!

P: I can’t tell! Come on, I’d smell yours!

D: No you wouldn’t, you liar.

(Based on a recurring argument with my sister that did indeed involve smelling her armpits)

P: look!

D: (ignores him)

P: Dells! Look! (Throws something at her) Dells!

D: what?

P: check it out, come here.

D: no just do it from there

P: ugh, why are you such a chicken?

D: just show me!

P: I don’t want to do it if you don’t come here!

D: I’m not going there!

P: just come here!

D: no!

P: fine, look. (Goes over to her). Look at my hands.

D: …no

P: you’re so goddamn annoying

D: then why are you here?!

P: just look!

D: fine! (Looks)

P: (flips her shirt over her head and runs away)

D: PEETA! DAD! Peeta’s being an absolute shit again!

Their father, somewhere: kids! Be nice!

P: can you come over and watch the kids?

D: I’m busy, sorry.

P: what are you doing?

D: stuff, okay?

P: please come over. I’ll leave you something in my will.

D: pfft. No thanks, I can live without your dumb cd collection.

P: please, please, please,please, please?

D: ugh, fine. Where are you going?

P: just out.

D: okay, are you going to tell me any details?

P: I’m going to play basketball, okay? Happy?

D: that’s why you need me to babysit? Just take them with you!

P: but you’re auntie Delly! You love them!

D: not enough to giveup Saturday night, dumbass.

P: please!

D: No!

P: how about this, you come with and I talk you up to Thom.

D: not worth it. I bet you’re going drinking after. And I’m stuck with two snotty kids? Screw that.

P: I’ll give you a hundred bucks.

D: five hundred.

P: two

D: three, final offer.

P: FINE! Just be here in twenty minutes.

D (ignoring Peeta’s phone calls)

(He calls again)

D: WHAT?

K: Peeta’s in the hospital! There was-He- just, oh my god, come quick okay?

D: I’m on my way.

P: (talking to a random stranger) this is my nephew, isn’t he adorable?

Random stranger: um, sure.

P: he’s my first nephew ever. My sister - well she’s not really my sister - but my sister, her names Delly, she said I can go visit him today. She just gave birth! Can you believe it?

Random person: I believe it.

P: what does that mean?

RP: I-I mean the kid looks like a newborn.

P: oh! Yeah, of course. Haha. Right. Anyway, what can I get you?

(On the phone)

P: ya?

D: what’d you get Katniss for Christmas?

P: books. New shoes. Oh, and that thing you told me to get. What was it called?

D: yeah, yeah. The um, dehydrator?

P: yeah that.

D: do you think she’d like a photo album? I could put a bunch of pictures of the family in there.

P: yeah, why not. Did you get my present?

D: no, what do you want?

P: a new car.

D: keep dreaming. So you want a new paint set?

P: sure whatever. By the way, you’re getting a craft beer set from Gale.

D: what, why?

P: I told him to.

D: Peeta! Come on.

P: just kidding. Do you wanna come for dinner? Katniss made lasagna.

D: nah, I’m busy. Just let her know I’ll see her on Thursday, okay?

P: yeah, yeah. See ya.

D: later.

P: did you teach my kid to say fuck?!

D: um

P: what the hell?!

D: it was an accident!

P: fuck you!

D: okay, I don’t think that’s a great reaction or example in this situation.

P: you-just. Watch your back.

D: oooh I’m sooo scared.

D: can I borrow 500 bucks?

P: why?

D: I just need a little help

P: is something wrong?

D: um..

P: what?

D: my building manager raised the rent with no warning.

P: he can’t do that. Do you want me to talk to him?

D: no, it’s fine.

P: I’m going to talk to him.

(On the phone)

D: Do you know anything about cars? Dad isn’t picking up.

P: I mean, I guess so?

D: sweet. (Off the phone) can you explain what you just said to my brother? Thanks. (Back on the phone) okay talk to this guy.

P: um, hello?