#“what the fuck do you mean we don't have a world championship yet but at least we have queerbaiting allegations with max”

[valyrfia]

oh god i can see the queerbaiting allegations in the distance

26 yr old charles trying to explain to his teenage self why the internet has hit him with queerbaiting allegations with MAX VERSTAPPEN of all people

[astonmartinii]

honey, honey [mamma mia part three] | formula one social media au

drivers: sebastian vettel, fernando alonso & jenson button

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yourusername

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yourusername: little chick is finally showing and these old men are still obsessed with cars even though i'm RIGHT THERE !!

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user1: oh to be the one receiving those photos of fernando

user2: yeah yeah they're having a kid BUT the sheer amount of seb + fernando + jenson content we're gonna get

fernandoalo_oficial: so you go to goodwood with them but don't come to my race :(

yourusername: babe they outnumbered you but we'll be there in canada !!

jensonbutton: sorry some of us didn't choose to be a fossil in an f1 car. just hurry up and retire

yourusername: woah woah, let nando have his lil hobby

fernandoalo_oficial: y/n tell him he can't call me old

yourusername: jenson, fernando isn't a fossil, you know we prefer the term precious artefact, please apologise

jensonbutton: i'm sorry???

user3: omg this is going so fast

danielricciardo: ahhhh y/n is showing !! this is so exciting

sebastianvettel: chickie is the size of a lemon i think

danielricciardo: and you'll all be in canada?

yourusername: yes! i can't wait to meet all of you

danielricciardo: *can't wait to meet chickie's god father

fernandoalo_oficial: daniel you know we haven't decided that yet

jensonbutton: also i've partied with you, why do you think i'd trust you with my kid?

danielricciardo: ummm every child is entitled to a fun uncle ??

user4: i am once again stating how fucking obsessed i am with this set up

yourusername

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yourusername: my personal favourite snippets of the god father applications. not sure it really made me trust any of them any more than before.

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user5: i was not expecting to actually see the applications but they defo didn't disappoint

maxverstappen1: ummmmm @charles_leclerc what do you mean? you are the instigator YOU pushed me into that puddle

charles_leclerc: it's okay max get it out (@sebastianvettel @fernandoalo_oficial @jensonbutton see how i am able to de- escalate this situation)

maxverstappen1: try and de-escalate this foot up your literal ass

charles_leclerc: i will put you in time out (i.e. watch your ass going into turn one)

yourusername: you guys realise this is not helping the application right?

maxverstappen1: nuh uh who wouldn't want a world champion as a god father

charles_leclerc: low blow verstappen

yourusername: girlies chickie has dads with seven championships between them so i really don't think she'll be impressed by two

user6: i'm sorry but roscoe hamilton as the reference is killing me

user7: full government name and everything

sebastianvettel: you guys laughed at me but this has amused me to no end

yourusername: you're a genius and i love you for this

user8: L BOMB?

jensonbutton: i take back calling the idea dumb, you were right :(

sebastianvettel: oh how the tables have turned

fernandoalo_oficial: can we all just agree that we never thought those dumbasses would actually fill one in?

yourusername: it makes me even more excited to meet them

jensonbutton: trust me the charm wears off real quick

user9: the way kimi wrote nothing and will probably end up being the god father anyway

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jensonbutton: best thing about pregnancy cravings is i have an excuse to use seb's insane car collection and brush up on my french

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user13: on dad duty with the dad angle he's ready

user14: honestly my heart is so warm over the fact that they've all embraced the situation

user15: girl we saw jenson and nando at mclaren together ... it's been coming

user16: oh and that one podium with jenson and seb they just need a girl they all liked to get their shit together and that's the most them thing ever

sebastianvettel: a man goes to one meeting and suddenly julie is being taken on grocery runs

jensonbutton: y/n wanted bagels so ?

sebastianvettel: i know we're having an actual kid but be careful with my mechanical kids as well

jensonbutton: do you forget i'm literally a driver too honey

yourusername: thanks for the bagel baby bagel dates 4 ever

fernandoalo_oficial: cream cheese and salmon WITHOUT ME?

yourusername: we put it in the fridge for when you get home :(

fernandoalo_oficial: awwwww really ???

yourusername: we love you (but also you can't eat soft cheese or raw fish while pregnant)

fernandoalo_oficial: it's the thought that counts?

user17: god this looks like domestic bliss, how does one come about three men to have a kid with in the swiss mountains?

yourusername: honestly i'm so lucky

sebastianvettel: we're luckier

jensonbutton: we're luckier

fernandoalo_oficial: we're luckier

yourusername: fucking hormones are making me ball my eyes out

f1

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f1: category is ... baby presents !! y/n y/ln made her paddock debut with sebastian vettel and jenson button to support fernando alonso 💚

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user21: omg seb in his aston martin gear to support nando

user22: imagine showing this to someone in 2010 i think they would have a heart attack

danielricciardo: i had the best present ever god father is in the bag

charles_leclerc: i read your application there's no way, plus seb loves ferrari so my gift will be the best

mickschumacher: lets be real my application was the best

estebanocon: eh i think kimi's was the best

mickschumacher: he literally wrote nothing ????

estebanocon: and yet he outdid all of yall... embarrassing for some

user23: i feel like this fight to be god father is gonna end with a fist fight in the parking lot

yourusername: and i'll be there with my popcorn

sebastianvettel: maybe let's not encourage fighting

yourusername: why not, these squabbles over being in charge if all FOUR of chickie's parents die are the most entertaining thing in the world to me

jensonbutton: lets halt it on the fighting and dying talk okay (i will also be front row to watch these morons fight)

maxverstappen1: if it's a fist fight clear win for me imo

fernandoalo_oficial: how did we get here (i will referee)

danielricciardo: respectfully maxy, i will beat your ass

maxverstappen1: NUH UH

kimiraikkonen: i'm winning no question

sebastianvettel: now that i agree with

yourusername: i thought you were against fighting?

sebastianvettel: i guess it would be kind of funny (especially because any physical violence is an immediate red flag)

user24: okay but can someone actually let us know who got what cause i know these men probably got the dumbest shit that can never actually be used by a child

user25: there's a thread on twitter!

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fernandoalo_oficial: old man still got it 👍 thank you to the team for your help, needed to impress y/n with my day job x

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user27: impending fatherhood got nando looking like he can make it an eight championship house

sebastianvettel: @yourusername he's good but i was better

jensonbutton: @yourusername and i was even better x

fernandoalo_oficial: ummm this is literally my post about MY podium?

sebastianvettel: i would've won but that's just me 😬

fernandoalo_oficial: 2013 called and it wants your attitude back 🤨

jensonbutton: it's been ten years guys... (i would've also won)

sebastianvettel: well my trophy cabinet is the fullest so chickie will know who was the best by that :)

yourusername: the sexual tension is killing me, how did yall not shag back in 2010?

jensonbutton: too busy winning and being sluts elsewhere x

maxverstappen1: yall claim you would've won? yall wouldn't get close to me sorry not sorry

sebastianvettel: oh look who's out of the running for god father

maxverstappen1: NO I TAKE IT BACK

yourusername: don't worry maxy, he's joking the bee keeping suit went down VERY WELL

charles_leclerc: he's such a cheat i didn't even know they existed :(

maxverstappen1: you snooze you loose

yourusername: @charles_leclerc i'm craving pasta, i heard it's good in the ferrari hospitality

charles_leclerc: on it 🫡

fernandoalo_oficial: so is no one going to congratulate me?

yourusername: CONGRATS BUB! turns out you ARE great at your day job (and very sexy drenched in champagne)

sebastianvettel: i agree

jensonbutton: i agree

yourusername: once again how did yall make it through the 2010s

user28: i'm trying not to be weird about this but i know their sex life must be crazy

yourusername

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yourusername: baby's first f1 weekend and daddy nando did not disappoint (neither did the grid, yall are so generous thank you)

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user29: i am so unwell this is all so cute i might die

fernandoalo_oficial: i would get any shit box on the podium for you guys

yourusername: NO BRAKES! NO TYRES! OUT OF THE POINTS!

jensonbutton: babe that was over five years ago...

yourusername: ummmm i'm doing my research on your careers? i'd never watched f1 i needed to catch up

sebastianvettel: who showed you this?

yourusername: oscar and lando said they'd give me a quick fire history lesson

fernandoalo_oficial: @oscarpiastri @landonorris i've won 32 races and you show y/n that?

landonorris: funny?

oscarpiastri: we also showed her multi 21, sorry not sorry seb

sebastianvettel: not my four championships?

oscarpiastri: justice for my manager

user30: obsessed with how y/n can watch old races and most of the time one of her bfs win 😭

alexalbon: so great to finally meet you! the albon pets hope it's a girl!

yourusername: don't tell them i told you this but me too

jensonbutton: we can literally all see this?

yourusername: you guys would be such girl dads lets be real

user31: potential girl dad seb, jenson and fernando DO NOT THREATEN ME WITH A GOOD TIME

user32: do NOT let seb name them he's already used all of the good bond girl names

sebastianvettel: i'll have you know kinky kylie is a top tier name

yourusername: for a car. do not suggest any names affiliated with any spy films

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sebastianvettel: thought i'd have a quiet life after retirement, i thought wrong

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user33: the BEAR ???

user34: what if i die so i can be reincarnated as the f1 baby

jensonbutton: always arguing over who is the best driver but yet i am always designated driver ... makes you think

sebastianvettel: you're the one who pulls the "i'm the oldest" card ... makes you think

fernandoalo_oficial: only one of us is still racing ... makes you think

yourusername: someone is waiting to go to bed but some people are arguing in the comment section ... makes you think

user35: this kid is going to have the most entertaining childhood ever...

yourusername: @fernandoalo_oficial retire so you can join the crochet club

fernandoalo_oficial: no can do i need to bring home the bacon (and beat lewis)

lewishamilton: why am i catching strays? can i join the crochet club instead of fernando?

yourusername: it's strictly bring your own yarn and real housewives only

lewishamilton: make it beverly hills and i'm there

fernandoalo_oficial: ummmmm ??? @mercedesamgf1 ur driver is retiring you heard it hear first

yourusername: you guys gonna beef over crochet as well?

fernandoalo_oficial: yes.

lewishamilton: yes.

jensonbutton: okay nando you're the only one we're waiting for, we're debating god fathers

fernandoalo_oficial: one sec my pr team called me, turns out you can't make up a rumour that lewis hamilton is retiring, who knew?

maxverstappen1: VOTE FOR ME PLEASE

charles_leclerc: you've won enough this season, let me have this one

mickschumacher: i'll bring breakfast in the morning for three votes at least

yourusername: do NOT try and bribe the jury.

note: PART THREE! okay so it's finally here and i hope it's what you guys were looking for... the race for god father is heating up and the name arguments are only just starting... i am enjoying the pregnancy content but i'm excited for baby time !!!

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[creativewritersposts]

fucked up - Nico Hischier

summary; Nico Hischier x reader.

The honest opinion from a person you really like can hurt the most. But what if Nico regrets it?

warning(s); bad language, angst, argument, fluff, maybe grammar errors

author's note; based on a true story. I'm sorry for not posting "happy-clappy fluff imagines" like usually (promise they'll come back soon). I can't write just pure fluff when I'm crying a river.

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It's the third day in a row that Nico doesn't want to talk with you. You can't explain why, but your stomach feeling tells you, something is not okay. You tried to distract yourself with work, work and more work. But when you step in your apartment, you're mentally break down. Your overthinking says hello. You grab your phone, trying to call him, just his mailbox.

"What did I do wrong", you mumble to yourself, biting on your lip. It's rainy outside, like how you feel. You're starring at other people out of the window, until your phone vibrates. "hello?", you start the conversation without looking on the screen, who it is. "it's Nico, are you at home?", his voice sounds deep and kinda annoyed, "yes", you smile, happy to hear he's alive. "Ok bye", he hangs up without a second. You stress yourself to cook a nice dinner in an hour until the door bell rings. "hi baby!", you want to wrap your arms around his neck, but he pushes you politely away, "we need to talk, something is bothering me", his brown eyes let you feel confused, he never been so serious. You nod and let him walk in your kitchen. "I cooked dinner for us two", you smile to blow the negative vibes away. "Do you think dinner will change the fact you act exaggerate?!", his tall body turns around because he stands before you. "huh?", you're even more confused. "We're not together and you stress me out", he tolerates no argument whilst speaking. Honestly you're not able to argue. It's like a punch in your face. "what did I do?", you feel so small. Even when he told you this in a respectful way. "you stress me out. You want to text non-stop and you're not my girlfriend, not yet. After last night with five text messages I'm thinking if it's a good idea to ask you for that", Nico grabs your shaky hands,"it's not like I'm not interested anymore", he kisses your forehead. You're just able to nod and accept the fact. What he needs and wants.

"Thank you for telling me this", your fake smile shows sadness. Nico doesn't want to hurt you on purpose. "I'll pack in the pesto for you", with blurry eyes you do that, giving him the lunch box. Nico just stays calm, taking it and when you close the door behind you, he thinks of hoping you understood what he meant.

The next days your chest feels heavy, texting no message, you don't call him, you let him his freedom. You know Nico lost the finals of the world championship, he looked so disappointed and usually you would at least send him something lovely, but your brain tells you; you were clingy. You're the problem. You're a bad Person for bothering someone. You don't enjoy being a clingy girl.

In the middle of night your phone vibrates again, like ten times until you groan, you're not in the shape to talk happy phone calls. "hey, are you ok?", his voice sounds occupied. "Sure", you reply. "You didn't text me once. I'm worried. We lost", he let you know the news. Of course you're not saying that you watched his game. Like he gave you a clear message. You would be clingy you're not his girlfriend and he owes you nothing.

"I'm sorry to hear that", your hands shake again. You don't feel comfortable anymore, more like you have to hide your personality to be not the problem anymore. "I didn't mean that I don't like to talk with you", he coughs. "I really like you anyway as a person who you are", he talks more. "I'm tired, good night", hanging up until he can hear how much you're hurt. Just thoughts hunting you in your head;

what are you doing now?

What is the right way to deal with this?

[kiwisa]

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in which... Y/N's invitation to the Miami GP means trouble !

AS THE HALL & OATES' SONG GOES: "Watch out, boys, she'll chew you up." Because, if there's one thing we know, it's that putting Y/N L/N and 20 conventionally attractive men in the same place is never a good idea. 

Yet, that is precisely what's going to happen in a few days at the Miami International Autodrome. The actress, who will play the iconic Barbie in Greta Gerwig's adaptation, has been invited by Ray-Ban to the Miami Grand Prix on May 8.

The news was announced on Ferrari’s TikTok account⏤which the eyewear brand sponsors⏤and has since then sparked numerous reactions. While these vary, one common thread stands out: the fear of havoc. Admittedly, L/N turns heads and sows discord wherever she goes. 

Formula One is already a chaotic world, adding Y/N L/N and her shenanigans to the mix would only make it worse. 

Since her list of actors waiting to be seduced is dwindling, this event presents itself as a bargain for the Academy Award-winning actress, who will only have to draw someone from 20 options to be her next prey. 

If the possibilities are considerably reduced by one small element to consider⏤the WAGs⏤L/N has shown before that she is not above immorality when it comes to getting her way. Her affair with Harry Styles, even though he was rumoured to be in a relationship with Olivia Wilde at the time, is formal proof of this. 

Hide your men, ladies, because The Heartbreaker is in town and ready to pounce!

✷ SEE ALSO ON LOVE CLUB... !

Y/N L/N named the highest-paid actress of 2021 by Forbes

"Name a more iconic character? You can't" Y/N on being cast as Barbie for Greta Gerwig's movie

Is Harry Styles cheating on Olivia Wilde with Y/N L/N?

Of course, all eyes are now on the two Ferrari drivers, with whom L/N will spend most of her time (common sponsor dictates), and more particularly on Charles Leclerc, who is single.

It has been almost a month since the woman was last seen with anyone. A record! She's probably more determined than ever to get her hands on some fresh meat, and what better than a handsome, muscular driver who can speak French? We all know L/N's soft spot for the language of love. Her interviews remind us of it enough. So do her many French conquests.

We just hope that the actress' famous bedroom eyes will not trouble the Monegasque and make him lose his race. The fans of Il Predestinato would not react kindly to this.

He is, after all, one of the current favourites for the championship.

In any case, no matter what happens over the weekend, the outcome is bound to be interesting. Because, while her actions are open to criticism, Y/N L/N's impact is undeniable.

The woman is already the talk of the paddock and she hasn’t even set foot on it yet.

FILED UNDER #Y/NL/N #F1 #ACTORS #SPORTS #MIAMI #DATING

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Anonymous 15 minutes ago

It's already a miracle that she hasn't tried to fuck football players yet, if she could keep this up with F1 it would be great.

Anonymous 38 minutes ago

I will never understand why celebrities who have nothing to do with F1 and probably don't give a shit about it either are invited to all GP. It's ridiculous.

Anonymous 51 minutes ago

There's something about Y/N that I just hate. It's physical at this point. I can only stand her in movies. Probably because she doesn't act like herself in those...

Anonymous 1 hour ago

No, but I swear she really has a libido problem. This is the only explanation. She must be a nymphomaniac. Or just a whore. Or both.

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[struggling-with-drivers]

This is pure brainrot

Been having a lot of thoughts lately, since I can't seem to finish and actual fic, have this idea of some wish au or time travel au or whatever.

Au where Charles got granted a wish to change one thing in his past.

Max is on his knee in front of him, and Charles can't take it anymore.

"Charles will you marr-"

"I did something bad." Charles rushes out, tears already prickling.

"What?"

"Max I did something terrible." Charles repeats himself. "Something horrible."

Max's face twists as he looks up at Charles, a sight that usually would bring him nothing but pleasure, but now it rushes him with guilt.

"Charles. What did you do?" Max is slowly closing the ring box. A loud snap accompanying the motion.

"I- you- we- I'm sorry." Charles breathes out, "I'm so sorry, I had to do it, and you need to know."

Max is getting up from the ground the box clutched in his hand as a look of disappointment washes over his face, maybe even anger with the way his face is turning red.

"Charles, what. Did. You. Do." Max is punctuating each word.

"You were a world champion."

"What?" Max nearly laughs, "what excuse is that?! Charles did you sleep with someone else?!"

"Wha- no, no!" He screeches, "you were a 3 times world champion on your way to your 4th, and I just, Max. Max I made a mistake."

"What do you mean world champion?"

"I got a chance, I didn't think it was real, I was drunk and this guy showed up, and talked about if I could change one thing, and I told him, and I don't know, then everything changed, and chèri I'm so sorry."

"I'll humour you, what did you wish for?"

"Remember when we were 6, the 2nd time we met, I saw your dad hit you over the head. I wished I had told my dad instead of staying silent."

"What do you mean? But you did say something, your parents helped my mom and-"

"No Max, I didn't..." Charles watches as Max's face scrunches, an urge to puke forms in Charles.

"You didn't." Max's voice cracks as he seems to look like a train hit him, a lifetime of memories that aren't his floods his mind.

Max went to live with him mum, the Leclerc's helped them, and Max didn't, he was never left a gas station, he never kept karting, he went to school and was good, he got into university, he kissed Charles. He... Won. A lot Max won a lot and fought with Charles, and called him horrible words, and Charles hated him, and Max kept winning, Max drove fast cars, Charles by his side. Max won 3 championship, nearly a 4th as well. Max didn't go to university for a degree. Max was a formula 1 championship and Charles took it all away from him.

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Charles had watched Max get hit by his dad when he was 6 and said nothing about it.

During a night out after a race, a club he shouldn't be in considering that he got 9th in a fucking Ferrari, and yet he was. Unable to forget the stiffness of Max's shoulders as Jos didn't even congratulate his son for the win.

When black hair flooded his vision asking questions about his life, his regrets, what he would change, and Charles must have been drunker than he thought.

Because out of everything he regrets, he told the stranger, "I regret staying silent."

And Charles never said about what or when or how, but then he had blacked out. He didn't even remember leaving the bar, but a pair of arms was around his waist, and then he had been shocked when he recognised those hands, and then a gruff voice had asked him why he was awake so early, and Charles...

Charles had let himself fall back asleep, all too content with pretending everything was normal, with how Max looked at him. Max looked so happy whenever he looked at Charles, and Charles just couldn't take anything else away.

So he stayed, and pretended to be the Charles this Max knew, the one who works as a model, the one who listens to Max talk about V8 engines that he's working on for Audi.

Charles hoped that it had all just been a far too vivid dream that had stuck around in the back of his head, muddling his memories, but he knew. He knew what he had done, and he just couldn't take the lightness away from Max again.

Not when he smiles so brightly, not when he looks so relaxed, not when he looks at Charles in the way Charles had wanted for more years than he had ever been able to process.

[leqclerc]

i’m glad i’m not the only one worried here. great for the team and all, but this feels like chaos waiting to happen. i thought we finally had it. even if we didn’t get a wdc, they couldn’t even bother to try and prioritize charles for once.

You're not alone in feeling like this! Being worried and not immediately jumping for joy and accepting every decision the team makes isn't any less valid. Because this is weird, this is unusual, this is something I never thought would happen. It's a lot to process. I've cycled through all five stages of grief today, from "oh lol funny memes" to "alright what the fuck does this mean for Charles?"

I get that a lot of people are super hyped about this, especially if you've always supported both drivers, I get that it must feel like a dream come true.

I'm so conflicted because on one hand, okay, maybe our concerns are unwarranted, maybe this will be the best thing ever, just what the team/Charles needs, massive success all around. But unfortunately I'm a chronic overthinker with pessimistic tendencies so of course I worry 🧍🏻‍♀️

But also, like you said, I thought Ferrari were done with bringing in world champions in favour of making world champions, you know? This just feels like it's going to complicate something that's already very volatile and complicated all on its own (see: plethora of issues that usually held Charles back, whether it be mismanagement or poor strategy, etc.) It already felt like everything needed to come together perfectly for him to maximise his chance of winning and now they throw this massive curveball and I really don't know what to think. Especially given the "multi year" deal (2+1 is I think the version journalists have settled on.)

It kind of just feels like the issues that already existed with Sainz will be magnified, you know? The media machine around Lewis is huge, so that's going to be ten times as intense (Sky is already putting down Charles and it's just going to get so much worse), the fan wars ten times as intense... It just feels like he can't win in any scenario, like all the work he's put in so far to get Ferrari back to their winning ways will be overshadowed by the new big star signing. If they create a competitive package and start winning when Lewis enters the team (even if Charles did the heavy lifting in terms of feedback and development) he will be credited for the team's success. I mean, just look at the way this misleading narrative of Carlos "single-handedly saving the strategy" stuck. Oftentimes people don't care about the facts, if a narrative appeals to them they will perpetuate it.

Plus, there will be so much pressure on Ferrari to "get Lewis that 8th title!!!" Mercedes's inability to do so soured a lot of fans' relationship with the team. If Ferrari really puts team interests above driver interests, then I'm sure they'd see the value in being the team that makes that happen. History book worthy stuff. Kind of concerned that in the midst of that Charles and his ambitions and goals might fall by the wayside. And he's got way more to lose in this situation—no matter how Lewis's time at Ferrari goes, he's a multiple WDC, no one's ever going to take that away from him. Same with Fernando, same with Seb. Charles has never even had a proper chance to go for one title with the team yet.

Like, if you think about it, you have clear "eras", right? Someone says Red Bull, you immediately associate them with Max and/or Seb. Lewis will, I think understandably, be associated with Mercedes due to his long stint and all the success he's enjoyed at the team. I guess I imagined that Ferrari was finally gearing up to be that with Charles going forward. But this shakes things up massively and while winning a championship with Ferrari was already a tall order, now it's, like, full on a herculean task.

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Watched Chess Netherlands today because... well, I can 🙃 It was surprisingly not all horrible. Definitely flawed and problematic but it had some parts I really liked! Of course I had lots of thoughts again so here is me venting them. 99% sure no one else cares about Dutch Chess but what the hell, tumblr is for screaming into the void right? ✨️

Act I

- You can instantly tell this is a Dutch production because the championships take place in what looks like a school gym. I mean we do our rubiks cube tournaments there. Is fine for chess, no?

- Explaining chess to the audience bc that's what the show is really missing

- Many Svenska Vibes

- Anatoly with an i is the most Dutch Soviet Russian i've ever met. Just, no nonsense. 'go take care of my children woman.' Calling each other names is how we show affection <3

- I will say the boys (Anatoli's kids) playing chess during the opening is a nice touch

- Story of Chess also has very to the point lyrics. "chess requires reticence so u don't kill each other" see now this actually sets up the show real well :)

- Awkward humor no one laughs at ✅️

- Anatoli's kind of a downer

- Freddie's sort of charming but his relationship with Florence is gonna be garbage i can tell

- strike 1: ableism

- (honestly he just reminds me of every Dutch white guy on tv)

- strike 2: assault

- Florence is already so done with his shit good for her

- also "with me there, he is brilliant" tru tru

- Singing Nobody's Side while random people have a lil party behind her?

- oh it's an excuse for karaoke ONIB

-Are they really gonna do the whole song though do we really need that

-lol Freddie pushes karaoke guy off stage so he can finish the song. honey this is a little early in the show to be getting this drunk what are you doing she hasn't even left you yet

- Arbiter leads morning exercise... ok well why not

- No dancing during the chess game. It's cool we can just watch two guys play chess from a distance for a couple minutes. Fun times.

- Freddie sticks his gum under the table real subtle like he hasn't got multiple cameras pointed at him right now

- Actually on second thought i think the chess game might be better without the dancing. Characters are doing interesting things. The contrast between Anatoli sitting stiffly at the table while Freddie is prancing around fistfighting the cameras is Most Amusing :)

- Did he just try to make Anatoli's move for him omg 🤣

- Freddie @ arbiter "uh it might be time u keep things under control around here" and off he runs HE'S SUCH A LITTLE SHIT ngl i kinda love him here

- However Florence's defense of him just seems completely unreasonable considering toli literally just. sat there. the whole time.

- Anatolyi gets the 'i'm ridiculous' monologue like in Svenska

- 'Hey my people killed your people oops now let me sing a song in the language you probably don't remember and it's somehow romantic and not creepy or overstepping any boundaries at all :)'

- Running away from Molokov in a shittier version of Svenska. Meh. But again they are aware of the lack of embassies in and around Merano which I do appreciate bc i'm pedantic like that

- Freddie: hey what's she doing with that Russian

Freddie: hmmm idk

Freddie: they're definitely talking abt me tho 🤨

- Flo & toli have a healthy conversation about the fact that he just left his kids behind i support that!!

- However this timing/setting for Anthem sucks. He's just singing it to Florence. And it's literally about how he misses his family? Weak. This needs to be an epic declaration of love for his homeland to all the world not whining to your girlfriend. Ugh can't believe they fucking ruined Anthem!

- So far all of this strikes me as discount Svenska but without the investment in Flonatoly and the only thing it's really got going for it is a handful of good lines BUT we'll see about act 2...

Act II

- Why the fuck would you start your second act with Merchandisers?

- Nice audience interaction though, it doesn't completely not work

- But following it up with Heaven Help My Heart is hmmmmmm really not ideal pacing-wise.

- Freddie's woman verse is even more cringe in Dutch i can't accurately translate it but it's so..... yikes..... The word he uses instead of "woman" ("popje") literally means "little doll/puppet" (but with slightly different connotations). It's sometimes used as a term of endearment but in this scene it is very much derogatory and ew.

- "here I stand wondering / if I ever knew you / have I ever really known who you are?" I like this translation!

- Pity the Child pulls no punches (does it ever?) He's so pathetic, he's such an asshole, and as a teacher I weirdly feel this one (at one point he talks about how no one ever noticed him at school either and just... oof don't get me started). Also the desperate rapid-fire chess game he plays against himself in the musical break and during the final verse--that needs to be in more versions holy fuck go watch this bit it's GOOD!!

- The Deal but without a political angle. Fascinating.

- No

- no. no no no i hate this i hate this Freddie wouldn't sacrifice his game not even for Florence NO. CANCELED.

- Interestingly instead of honey/parner, Freddie uses the same word as in the woman verse when he's talking to Florence during The Deal but this time it's the endearment variant. That's a little bit problematic.

- Molokov's plan is still to bring Flo and Sveta together even though Anatoli is now supposed to win 🤷‍♂️

- Anatoli casually downs several shots of liquor (vodka?) during Soviet Machine. not sure this will help him win the game but at least he sleeps through Russian Guy screaming that final whoooooooo high note in his ear

- Florence tests Freddie's chair... demands they bring a different one... is she still working for him? idk. I'm guessing it's meant to be sweet but it just looks silly to me idk

- Fuck reverse I Know Him So Well honestly. "he wants me / no he wants me" boo fucking hoo. You two deserve each other.

- Oh! Oh! Talking Chess, yay! 😁

- Gosh this is actually really cute?!? Freddie literally just came to discuss this random chess gambit he came across and thought was interesting? Nothing even to do with their current game just 'hey found this thing i thought you might like and i like and can we be friends now i really like chess 😶'

- Unlike in Svenska and RAH, I actually don't know for sure who is going to win this game. They do a good job of making this really about chess in the end. I like it.

- Freddie reminding toli it's about chess even during their match now that is the freddie i came to see!

- He calmly sips his water as Sveta and Florence are physically removed from the premises

- It is Quite Unfortunate that this production hates women...

- Really they seem to only be here to get in the men's way. Ugh.

- I don't support any of the relationships except Freddie and Toli being pen pals and playing long distance chess for the rest of their lives.

- Ending feels a little OOC but still nice to see some healthy Freddie & Flo interaction for once 😌

tldr; not the worst production out there, worth watching if you've already seen Svenska and don't mind Freddie being the most likeable character. (okay likeable is not the right word he sucks but, you know. He reminds me of RAH Freddie but slightly more yike.) PTC and Talking Chess are highlights!

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Lost - Kuroo Tetsuro

This is the first real thing I’ve ever written so here it is. It’s also posted on ao3 at Lost - VERT21 - Haikyuu!! [Archive of Our Own] so maybe go there and leave a kudos. It's really long and the only proof I have of it being good is my friend reading it and saying it made him cry when he hates romance/angst stuff so idk here.

"FUCK YOU"

"WELL FUCK YOU TOO"

"I HATE YOU!"

"I HATE YOU TOO!"

Kuroo and I are standing on opposite ends of the table as we scream at each other. This fight is our longest yet. 36 minutes and 17 seconds exactly. Yelling the entire time. I can't feel my throat, and my eyes are full of tears. Across the table, I can see Kuroo panting, tears falling from his eyes. We never used to fight this much.

"Why are we like this?"

I don't know what I expected him to say, but it wasn't that. I can't help but wonder though. Why are we like this? We didn't use to be like this. We were so happy. So so happy.

"I don't know."

He's looking at his hands. There are crescent marks from his nails in the palms of his hands. He's been squeezing his fist the entire time we have been fighting. He's been standing stiff as a board, and though I know he wants to throw his hands around, he doesn't.

"I don't want to do this anymore."

He looks up at me, fear all over his face.

"What do you mean? Do you want to break up?"

The broken sound of his voice makes me want to break down, but I can't. So many times. Too many times. I can't do it anymore.

"Maybe we should."

His breathing is laboured, and his voice is cracking.

"Please don't. I need you, please."

I can't look at him. If I do, I'll give in, and I can't. Not anymore.

"Kuroo, I think this is the best thing for us."

"No, we can figure it out. We have to figure it out." "We've tried!" I yell, looking him right in the eye. The tears are streaming down his face, but my eyes have become bone dry.

"How many times have we spent the night away? How many times have we asked our friends for help and advice? Kuroo, this isn't healthy. We can't live like this."

His whole body is trembling. His hands are shaking as he reaches out to me.

"Don't leave me."

I turn away from him and look at the floor. I can't look at him—this beautiful person to whom I have given the best and worst years of my life.

"I'm sleeping at Daichi and Suga's tonight. I'll be back in the morning."

I walk out of the room and make it to the bedroom door when I hear a thud come from the living room, followed by choked sobs. It's Kuroo, crying. As "macho" as he seems, he can't stand the two of us fighting, which is why I hate that we do it so much.

I walk into the bedroom and look around: the dresser covered in his hair products and my limited amount of makeup—the closet full of clothes that bounce back and forth between us—the mirror, photo booth pictures of the two of us stuck in the corners—the bookcase, filled with textbooks, novels, playbooks, and everything in between—the nightstand, full of cheap carnival toys that he used to "woo" me that I could never bring myself to throw away.

The sock drawer, with a ring box, tucked away from months ago.

I grab my duffel bag and go around the room, grabbing my stuff: a crop top he stole from me, my jersey, clothes and makeup, a comfort book. Finally, the nightstand, with all the cheap gifts from back when he was trying to "woo" me. The set of pictures from our first date.

I can feel the tears rolling down my cheeks while remembering all the great times we've had. Nationals, his graduation party, my graduation party, the junior world championships, our first official date, our first trip together as a couple, Bokuto and Akkashi's engagement party. All of it.

The first time we said I love you.

I zip up my bag and grab my sweatshirt—a gift from Daichi when Kuroo and I moved in together. I walk to the front door and pull on my jacket and boots. The boots Kuroo bought me for my 20th birthday cause I loved hiking through the forest behind the apartment. I grab my keys from the kitchen counter and see Kuroo lying on the couch, passed out from crying, his face still wet. No matter how much I want to leave, I can't. I'll never be able to leave him—my one true love.

I grab a blanket from the closet in the hallway and drape it over him. Tucking him in, making sure everything's covered so he doesn't get cold. He's still the most beautiful thing I've ever seen, no matter how disastrous he looks, with his red eyes and tear stains, remnants of blood on his lips from biting them.

I lock the door behind me as I leave with my wallet and phone in my pocket. I walk two blocks down to the train stop and get on the first train. I don't know which train it is. I don't know which way I'm going. I just know I'm going. In my defense, which I don't have much of, I intended to go to Daichi and Suga's when I left the apartment.

The train lumbers on, houses and buildings passing by as we go. It stops every few minutes; people get on and off, but my seat is comfortable, and I don't feel like moving. I should text Daichi and figure out how to get to his place, but I'm tired, and the gentle sway of the train is hypnotizing. My chest hurts, and my throat feels raw. My hat shields my face from the other people around me as I look out the window. I lean my head against the window, close my eyes, and fall asleep.

Kuroo POV

I woke up on the couch, my face feeling sticky from crying. It can't have been more than an hour since our fight. The house feels empty.

I can feel my chest ache. I can't tell whether it's because of all the yelling and crying from earlier or just heartache. But the two of those go hand in hand nowadays, so it doesn't matter.

I don't even know how this all started. Actually, I do, but I never thought it would end like this, the two of us at each other's throats all the time. After our first huge fight, the fear I felt was unreal. I remember calling Bokuto and having a breakdown over the phone, panicking that she would leave me. It took Bokuto close to 40 minutes to calm me down. He said he and Akaashi would fight too, that it's normal to fight. That everyone has fights, and we could get through it. I believed him, but it never got better. And then hearing all these stories on the internet of couples coming out of the "honeymoon" phase and realizing they can't live together. That they hate each other. I never thought we would end up like this. Never.

Imagine falling in love with your best friend. The person who has always been your best friend. The person you thought would be your forever always.

God, this sucks.

My back hurts from lying on the couch. I stand up and start moving towards the bedroom when something in the kitchen catches my eye.

Right there, in the middle of the counter, are Y/Ns keys.

No matter how much we fight or when she leaves, whether she's staying at someone else's or just going to the store on the corner for food, she never leaves her keys.

I race into our room. If her keys are here, maybe she is. I don't know what possesses me to have that hope, but I'm so desperate for her to be here.

The room is empty, and her stuff is gone. Clothes, books, chargers and makeup. The makeup she used to put all over my face because she thought it looked cool on me.

The pictures from our first date are missing from the mirror. No doubt she took them to Daichi's with her. But why take all her stuff. She said she was going over for tonight. It's not even that far. Where is she?

I run all over the tiny apartment, checking the closet, bathroom, laundry room, and even the balcony. She isn't there.

I race back into the living room, looking for my phone frantically. I have to call her. I have to find her. She wouldn't just leave her keys. She's always so scared of coming back from somewhere and not being able to get in. She's terrified of being abandoned and trapped. That's one of the reasons why it took so long for us to get together. She was scared of us dating and something going wrong and me shutting her out, even though I promised we would always be best friends. She always said it was the love child of her abandonment and trust issues. I still don't know what she means by that.

I grab my phone off the coffee table and find her name on the speed dial. She was never one for pet names, but she always said she loved how I said her name. So I always called her by it. Some of our friends found it a little weird, what with the way I have nicknames for everyone except her, but it was our thing.

I call her, and it immediately goes to voicemail. I hear my voice talking back to me. She never got around to setting up her voicemail, so I did it for her—a carbon copy of the one on my phone with a different name.

"Y/N? Y/N, where are you? You said you were going to Daichi and Suga's. Your keys are still here. Do you want me to bring them over? Please call me back?"

I hang up and fumble with my phone, trying to call Daichi. It's 3 in the morning, and he won't be pleased with such an early call, but he's always had a soft spot for Y/N.

I'm surprised when he picks up but steamrolls through and gets right to the point.

"Daichi, is Y/N there? Is she ok? She left her keys here, and she said she was going to your house, which was like two hours ago. She's there, right?"

"What are you talking about?"

True to form, Daichi sounds like he just woke up and has no idea what I'm talking about, even though I was pretty obvious.

"Y/N!! She's not here, and she left her keys in the kitchen, and she said she was going to your place!"

"Maybe she went for a walk."

"She never leaves her keys. Ever. And all her stuff is gone!"

My panicked statement seems to get his attention finally. I hear rustling on the other end of the phone.

"Have you tried calling her?"

"Of course I've called her! She didn't pick up. I don't know where she is, and the last thing we did was fight. God, what if she ran away and someone kidnapped her?! What if she's dead?!"

The exasperation in Daichi's voice was almost palpable.

"She's not dead, Kuroo. It's Y/N. If she died, it would be on the news."

He's right, but that does nothing to soothe my nerves.

"Where is she then?!! All her stuff is gone, her keys are still here, and there's no note. What if she ran away?"

God bless Daichi for the number of times he's dealt with me bothering him about Y/N.

"She wouldn't just leave you without telling you why. Did anything happen today?"

Of course, something happened today. Something happens every day.

"Yeah…."

I hear Daichi sigh.

"Did you have another fight?"

The silence on my end tells him all he needs to know.

"How often do you guys fight?"

"Almost every day."

I can feel the disappointment rolling off of him. He was the first person Y/N told about the fights. He gave us all this advice to try and help us. He also said that maybe taking a break was the best idea. Of course, we didn't listen to him. I wonder if things would be different if we had.

"Try calling her again. If she hasn't called you back in an hour, call me back, and I'll try calling her. But after you call me, I want you to go to sleep. If we can't find her tonight, we'll find her tomorrow. Alright?"

Good ol' Daichi, the voice of reason always. Honestly, it's not that surprising with the team he had to deal with and still does deal with regularly.

"Ok. Sorry for bothering you."

Daichi just sighs and hangs up. I put my phone down, thinking about the fight. I don't even know how it started. Sometimes it just seems like she'll blow up at me out of nowhere. And I'm not stupid. I know I do it too. But I always feel like I have a reason. Granted, she probably feels the same way about our fights.

I call her again and get the same voicemail.

"Hey Y/N. Daichi said you're not at his place. Please get back to me. I'm worried about you."

I hang up and walk back into the bedroom. I searched the room, trying to find a clue where she went: a map, receipt for a ticket, anything. The room is empty. The only proof she was ever here is the pictures in the mirror. She only took the ones from our first official date. Everything else, the pictures from before and after, is still there. It's just those four.

I remember our first date perfectly. It had taken me a year to get her to agree to a date. It was the summer before our third year of high school. I confessed my feelings to her while we were at a park. Bokuto, Kenma, Akaashi, and the entire Karasuno team hid behind trees and bushes. I confessed, and she did the same. I asked her out, and she said no. She said she was scared to mess up our friendship and didn't want to take the risk. I spent all of our third year wooing her: buying her gifts, randomly showing up to walk her home even though she lived in Miyagi and I was in Tokyo. Spending all this time with her, showing her I was in it for the long run. Finally, in March, she agreed to go on a date with me. We went to a carnival. We met up there, and the first ride we went on was a roller coaster with a 60-foot drop. I was terrified, and she was ecstatic. We went on a drop tower, a twister, played games and ate horrible food.

After we got nachos, we took the pictures, some cheese still on my cheek. The first one was us laughing. The second was her wiping my face. The third was her laughing as I kissed her cheek: the last one, our faces mashed together with these huge smiles.

Those four pictures are my favourite in the entire world. And she took them with her because, of course, they are her favourite as well.

I call her again.

"Y/N, it's been hours. Please tell me where you are. Just let me know you're safe. Don't be kidnapped, please. You always think people are good. You're so trusting, be careful, please."

I hang up and sit on the bed. Our bed. Where we watched movies, cuddled, cried, and laughed—all these experiences and memories on this mattress. Our first fight ended with us lying here together. The first time she cried, we ended up here. The first time I cried when we were together was here.

The first time she put makeup on my face was at the dresser. We were going to a party, and she did my makeup. She said I looked like a character from Euphoria. We were late to the party, but we both looked amazing.

I call her again.

"I just called you, but you haven't said anything yet. If I don't get a call from you in the next five minutes, I'm calling Bokuto. He'll go crazy. Do you want Bokuto going crazy?"

I hang up and walk to the kitchen. The first time she tried to cook here, she almost set the apartment on fire. Since then, we decided that I would be the only one cooking. We ended up getting a lot of takeout.

I make myself a box of ramen and sit at the dining room table. I used to help her study right here. She loved science and math but hated literature. And her first two years of university, most of her mandatory classes involved literature. We used to sit here for hours as I quizzed her and helped her take notes. She would return the favour by helping me with math and world studies.

The table feels empty without all the textbooks and papers everywhere—just my tiny bowl. I feel so alone.

I call her again.

"Hey Y/N. Please pick up. Please. I just need to know that you're ok. Please. I love you."

I drop my phone on the table and drop my face into my hands. I can feel my eyes burn as the tears come back. I love her so much. I've loved her my whole life. Ever since we met in middle school, and I'll love her even after I die.

My phone beeps, and I flail as I try to open it, desperate for it to be Aspen.

It's a text from Suga.

~Hey. Daichi and I haven't heard anything yet. Daichi will try calling her in half an hour, and if she doesn't answer, I'll call an hour later. You should try getting some sleep.~

Suga, the ever-caring friend. I've never really been close with him and Daichi, but Y/N loves them, and we often hang out together.

I eat the ramen that's still sitting in front of me. It's gone cold, but I don't notice—too busy thinking.

I walk over to the couch and sit down, wrapping myself up in the blanket I found over me. It was probably her who put it on me before she left. I turn on the TV, and some old movie is playing. If Y/N were here, she'd know which movie. She knows every movie that's ever come out, what it made at the box office, who the director was, everything. She's obsessed with movies.

I call her again.

"Y/N. This is my 6th time calling you. It's been hours. Please just let me know that you're ok."

I watched the movie and called her two more times. She doesn't pick up either time.

As the credits roll across the screen, I pick up my phone again. I saw a message from Daichi saying that he had called her and she didn't answer. Saying Suga would call her in an hour.

I opened my phone and called her again.

"This is my 9th call. Daichi tried calling you, and he said you didn't answer. I know you're mad at me, but please tell him that you are ok."

I get up and walk to the bathroom. Brushing my teeth and washing my face, I see that my eyes are still red and puffy, full of tears. The tear stains are still on my cheeks. Tears are still falling, but I don't notice them.

Her shampoo is still in the shower. The whole room smells like her. It makes me want to scream.

I walk into the bedroom and fall on the bed. I lay there, cold. She always goes to bed first. She doesn't fall asleep, but she gets in bed hours before me and lays there, reading, warming up the bed on her phone or computer.

I call her again.

"Hey Y/N. I'm going to bed now. I left the door unlocked. I know it's dangerous, and someone could break in, but you left your keys here, and I don't want you to be locked out when you come back."

I get up and put on my pajamas. Whenever she sleeps somewhere else, I always wear a pair of fuzzy pants she gave me for Christmas eve a few years ago and a tye-dye shirt she made for me at some festival. She was so excited when she made the shirt. Bouncing around all happy cause she had never made one before.

God, I miss her.

I call her again.

"I know I just called, but I need to tell you I love you. I know you're tough and strong and don't need anyone to help you, but I love you, which means I'm going to help you whether you want it or not. And this fight isn't going to change that. Please come home."

I walk to the sock drawer to find something for my feet. Y/N always had cold feet and had all these fluffy socks. She got me a pair for my birthday. Hopefully, she didn't take them with her.

I open the sock drawer and find it half empty. A shared sock drawer with only one person's socks. How lonely. I reach in, searching around for something fluffy. My hand knocks against something hard. I grab it, and it feels like a box. I pull it out and find a jewelry box. That's weird. Y/N would've taken all her jewelry, and I don't keep any in the sock drawer.

I open the box and see a ring. A gold band with engravings on it spelling out "My one true love." I never bought this ring. Y/N would've told me if she had bought a ring. There's no way she bought it. It's not possible. But that graving, that's her. That's her 1000 percent. How?

Why would she buy a ring and not wear it? Why would she leave it here when she took everything else? It makes no sense. It's a men's ring too. Why would she buy a men's ring and leave it here?

I grab my phone and call her again.

"Y/N, why is there a ring in the sock drawer? I just found it, and it looks like a men's ring. Was this a birthday present? My birthday isn't for a few months. Please call me back."

The next call I make is Daichi. He's going to kill me, I know it, but if anyone would know why Y/N bought a ring, it would be him.

I wait frantically as the phone rings. The person who picks it up is not Daichi.

"Kuroo? Why are you calling so late? We told you we'd call you if we heard anything from her."

"Suga, she bought a ring."

The other end of the phone is silent. It feels like it lasts forever. "What?"

"There's a ring in a ring box. I'm holding it right now. She bought a ring. Why would she buy a ring? Do you know anything about this? Does Daichi?"

"Give me a sec to wake him up and ask."

I hear Suga shuffling around before hearing a noise suggesting Daichi is being dragged out of bed. He's definitely going to kill me.

"Kuroo, what's wrong now?" Daichi sounds exhausted and very annoyed. He's not as scary as Suga can be, but he also has a lot less patience, and he's still scary.

"Daichi Y/N bought a ring."

There's no noise on his end of the phone for the second time.

"Did she ever talk to you about buying a ring?"

"Daichi, if she had told me she was going to buy a men's ring, do you think I would be freaking out and calling you right now?"

"I don't know, man, maybe with all the stress you've been under the past few hours, you forgot something? I don't know. I'm tired."

There's a "smack" sound on the other end and Daichi groans. Suga hit him with something.

"Kuroo, you've already tried calling her, right?"

It's Suga again. He probably made Daichi put the phone on speaker.

"Yeah, but she didn't answer."

"And you're sure she never brought up buying a ring for you? Or someone else?"

"She would've told me if she planned to buy something this expensive."

"Hmmm. What if she....."

Suga trails off as he starts thinking. What if she what? What is he talking about?

"Kuroo?"

He sounds weird. Like he's thinking hard about something.

"Have you and Y/N ever talked about getting married?"

"Yeah, once, but that was a long time ago. Why do you ask? What does that have to do with-"

I feel my throat close off as everything finally makes sense. The ring, the talking about kids, the asking about having dinner with parents. She was going to propose.

Suga stays on the phone with me as I cry. He sits on the other end, trying to soothe me as I go through the worst breakdown of my life.

She bought a ring. She thought about proposing. She wanted to marry me, and now she's gone.

"Kuroo, you have to sleep. You have work soon, and you need rest."

God bless Suga, the man is a saint when he needs to be, but I can't deal with him now.

"Suga, I'm gonna go."

There's sputtering on the other end as the man tries to keep me from "doing something I might regret." There's not much I could regret right now.

I hang up on him and stare at my phone screen. She wanted us to spend the rest of our lives together. So much so that she wasn't willing for me to get around to it. And now I'm left here without her, with the ring, not knowing if she's ever coming back.

Y/N Pov

I jerk awake when the train stops suddenly. The sun is just starting to show itself, the sky turning purple and green. Strange colours for a sunrise, but stunning nonetheless. For Kuroo's 19th birthday, I woke him up at 4 am to drag him into the woods behind our houses, climb a hill onto a cliff, and watch the sunrise. We made it just in time, and I got to see the sunrise on his face right as the clock hit his time of birth. The smile he had on and the sun shining on his face made it all worth it. All the grumbling, dragging him up the hill, having to wake up an hour before him to get food ready and make sure I didn't mess up the time. All of it. We had a picnic, and I got to be the first person to wish him a happy birthday.

Memories like this make me wonder when it all went wrong. Wonder how it went wrong. We were so happy. I just don't get it.

Our first fight was after we got home from a movie. We were debating whether it was a good movie or not. I thought it was great, and he hated every second of it. Somehow, it turned into a screaming match, me saying he didn't like it just because I did, and he said I only liked it cause the lead was a hot guy. It wasn't a long fight. We resolved it with words and hugs. Cuddling together in bed afterwards. If only I had known then what was to come.

I look at my phone, seeing a missed call from Suga. I open my phone to find one voicemail from Suga, two from Daichi, and 13 from Kuroo. All asking where I am, what's taking so long, am I safe. I answered Suga's first, calling him back and leaving a message saying I'm fine and I'll be over sometime around 11; I wanted to go into the city and walk around. He'll tell Daichi, so now all I have to do is deal with Kuroo.

"Hey, it's Kuroo. I'm busy right now, clearly, so leave a message at the beep, and I'll get back to you anywhere between 10 minutes and 3 hours. Cheers, and don't wait up."

His voicemail has been the same for three years. Redoing it every year so that his voice is "up to date," but other than that unchanged. Kuroo loves consistency. He's great for adventures and being spontaneous, but his favourite is to have a routine at the end of the day. He likes knowing what will happen before it does—another thing I love about him.

"Hey, Kuroo. Hopefully, you've gone back to sleep by now. I know you have to get up in an hour for training, so I feel pretty safe calling."

I don't know what to say. How do you tell your one true love, the one person you'd lay down your life for, the person you'd let walk all over you and take them back in a heartbeat, that you can't love them anymore. That they aren't what you want anymore. That they aren't enough.

"I'm just calling to tell you that I'm safe. No, I haven't been kidnapped, I haven't gotten in some sketchy car, and no, I haven't taken candy from a stranger."

How to continue.

"All this fighting isn't good for us, so I'm kind of glad you didn't pick up. There's some stuff I want to get off my chest, and tho I know I can tell you anything, these are things that are just too hard to say when the other person can interrupt you."

I can feel my heart breaking at what I'm about to say, and, as cowardly as it is, I'm glad I can't see or hear him.

"I love you, Kuroo. More than I thought I would ever love anyone in my life. I love your smile and your ridiculous laugh. I love how you're a total nerd and don't hide it. I love how passionate and driven you are. I love that you will drop absolutely anything to help someone in need. I love how you hate surprises, but put up with all of my unexpected endeavors. I love how you waited for me to be ready to date you, even though it took almost a year. I love how you refuse to give up on anyone or anything."

Tears are falling from my eyes, and I probably make one hell of a sight for the other morning commuters. But all I can think about is how Kuroo will look when he hears this. My voice cracks as I talk.

"I love how unapologetically optimistic you are. I love how you never let me down. I love your eyes and how they shine when you look at the sun. I love how you stay up late to look at the stars, even if you have to wake up early in the morning. I love your hair in the morning when it's an even bigger mess than usual. I love how you suck in the mornings until you have coffee, and then you're the life of the party. I love your nose, and your mouth, and your eyelashes. I love your hands. I love the way you look at me, and I love how I look at you. I love everything about you and I always will. Till death do us apart."

I wipe my eyes with the back of my hand and laugh into the phone.

"Look at you, making me cry with your cuteness, and you're not even here."

I look at the sun and think about how much he would've loved this view.

"The sun's up. It's beautiful. You'd love it."

"I want you to remember how much I love you forever. Forever and always. I'm on a train right now, going through downtown Tokyo. I'm not sure when I'll be back. I told Suga I'd be at their place in a few hours, but I don't think I will."

I rub my hand over my face.

"I'm breaking up with you."

The pain I feel has no words. It feels like a knife just stabbed its way through my chest. I can only imagine how Kuroo will feel hearing this over the phone. I always promised myself that I would never break up with someone over the phone. I promised him I would never break up with him.

"I know I promised you I never would. I know I said it was you and me forever. But I don't know anymore. I'm not going to do the movie thing and say it's me and not you because we both know that's not true. It's both of us. It was supposed to be us against the world, but it changed into us against each other. And I can't see me hurt you anymore. I can't see you cry and know it's my fault. I can't watch us hurt each other anymore. I can't watch myself break my best friend. I love you too much to do that. And I'm too selfish to take the risk of hurting you more trying to fix it. I took everything I wanted from our room. Everything left is yours. Keep the apartment too. I know it's under our names, but I don't know when I'm coming back."

I've been on the phone for 20 minutes already. The message will end soon, whether I stop it or not.

"The message lady will get mad at me if I talk much more, but I've got a few more things to tell you before I go. Do you remember that plan we made a few years ago, to travel everywhere? I'm going. I know that's not what you want anymore, but I never gave up on travelling the world. Just one last adventure to check off the bucket list. And when I'm done seeing the world, I'll come back, but I don't want you waiting for me. I don't want you wasting time hoping for something that could disappear."

My eyes are dry now. I've spent all my tears, and it's time to say goodbye. "I will always love you. No matter what you do, where I go, or what happens between now and when I return. You will always be my one true love. I'll see you soon, my love. Until then."

I hang up, and the tears start falling again. I get off the train at the next stop and collapse on the nearest bench. The sun is just barely up; it's not even 6 am yet. Kuroo should be waking up in a few minutes. I sit there for what feels like hours, but it is only ten minutes as I cry. Only Kuroo, stupid, amazing Kuroo, could make me cry this much.

I feel a hand on my shoulder. I look up, expecting some security guard, asking if he should call the cops. But it's not.

"Hinata?"

He smiles at me before looking confused.

"Y/N, why are you crying? What are you doing out here?"

I remember that Hinata and Kageyama live on the north end of downtown Tokyo, over 4 hours away from where Kuroo and I live. No, lived. That's not my home anymore, and this thought brings a fresh wave of tears.

Hinata sits next to me and wraps his arm around my shoulder. He's still just as small as when he graduated almost five years ago.

"I broke up with Kuroo."

His already large eyes widen to the point where it's almost comical. He looks like an anime character. This whole situation feels like an anime. But it's all real.

"Why? What happened? Did he hurt you? If he did, I swear to god…."

I put my hand on his leg. Little Hinata is still just as energetic and ready to fight as always.

"He didn't do anything. He was everything I ever thought I wanted."

The confused look is back on his face.

"Then why did you break up?"

"Because I can't be what he needs."

"What do you mean?"

I sigh. As brave and energetic as Hinata is, he is also incredibly oblivious.

"Doesn't matter. Right now, I need to find a bank."

His face lights up the way it always does when he realizes he can help someone.

"There's an ATM at the corner store about a block down from here. Kageyama works there on weekends."

I smile. It's been a while since I have seen Kageyama and Hinata. Hopefully, a day with them would prepare me for my grand adventure. One last adventure.

Kuroo POV

When I wake up in the morning, the bed is cold. The apartment is quiet, and my head is pounding. Let this be a lesson not to pass out crying next time.

I get out of bed and head to the living room, a last shred of hope thinking I'll walk in and see her on the couch.

She's not there.

Instead of the tears I expected, I feel empty. I'm not surprised, and I'm not hurt. I'm too tired to feel.

I go to the kitchen and make breakfast, trying not to think about the fact that she should be here with me. Sitting on the counter, dancing around the table and singing.

I eat toast and smoked salmon. She hates breakfast food, and this was the only thing she would agree to eat before nine in the morning. It was the only thing I could feed her before we had to be off for work.

I finish eating and clean up the kitchen. She hated cooking, so we decided that I would cook and do meal prep, and she would wash dishes and clean the house. She would still come with me to the store, and I would still clean with her, but that was the official job split.

I head back to my room and crawl back into bed. I check my phone and find a message from Suga saying they haven't heard anything from her and one from Bokuto saying Daichi told him everything and that he'll be over with the team and Kenma and Akaashi after practice. There's also a message from the coach saying Bokuto explained and that I can take the next few days off if I need to. It looks like I'm watching anime and eating Baskin Robbins the rest of this week.

There's a voicemail from Y/N.

It's from 5 am, almost 4 hours ago. The call log shows the message is 19 minutes and 46 seconds long.

I can't listen to it.

I stay in bed until I hear a knock at my door. KNowing Bo, he would've skipped showering after practice and come straight here with most of the team. Atsumu, Sakusa, probably Meian and Inumaki as well. And then Kenma and Akaashi. I don't know if I can deal with that many people right now.

I hear the door open, and the sound of a volleyball team spreads through the empty apartment.

I get out of bed and head to the front door. I may feel like my world is falling apart, but leaving the combo of Atsumu, Bokuto, Sakusa and Kenma without supervision will result in my apartment falling apart, and house hunting does not sound all that appealing.

As soon as Bokuto sees me, he dives headfirst and wraps me in a hug. Let it be stated that Bokuto gives the best hugs ever.

"Hey, man. How are you feeling?"

I take a deep breath and feel a head rest against my arm. It's Kenma.

"Better now"

Bo pulls away, and I see the entire Black Jackals team in my front hall.

"I hope you guys don't mind, but I'm not really in the mood to entertain, so you guys can figure out food and drinks while I watch tv."

The team immediately begins talking, saying they'll figure stuff out, while Kenma and Akaashi lead me to the couch and sit down. Kenma leans his back against my side, and Akaashi drapes a blanket over my shoulders.

The rest of the team piles around us on the couch and the floor, with Bo sitting on my other side and wrapping his arm around my back.

The dogpile in my living room continues for the rest of the day, with most of the group deciding to stay overnight.

I head to my room around 11, telling everyone I want some time alone. Bo tells me they'll all stay out here and be there if I need them.

I nod and head to bed.

I get ready for bed and crawl under the covers. I check my phone, planning to turn off my alarm before going to sleep when I remember the voicemail.

I might as well listen to what she has to say. It won't change anything that happened, but at least I'll know she's safe.

I place the phone on her pillow and lie down, closing my eyes and pretending it's her talking to me when I press play.

"Hey, Kuroo."

Oh my god, it's her.

"Hopefully, you've gone back to sleep by now. I know you have to get up in an hour for training, so I feel pretty safe calling. I'm just calling to tell you that I'm safe. No, I haven't been kidnapped, I haven't gotten in some sketchy car, and no, I haven't taken candy from a stranger. All this fighting isn't good for us, so I'm kind of glad you didn't pick up. There's some stuff I want to get off my chest, and though I know I can tell you anything, these are things that are just too hard to say when the other person can interrupt you."

Oh my god, it is her.

"I love you, Kuroo."

I love you too.

"More than I thought I would ever love anyone in my life."

Me too.

"I love your smile and your ridiculous laugh. I love how you're a total nerd and don't hide it. I love how passionate and driven you are. I love that you will drop absolutely anything to help someone in need. I love how you hate surprises, but put up with all of my unexpected endeavors. I love how you waited for me to be ready to date you, even though it took almost a year. I love how you refuse to give up on anyone or anything. I love how unapologetically optimistic you are."

Hard to stay optimistic in this particular scenario, but it's her.

"I love how you never let me down. I love your eyes and how they shine when you look at the sun. I love how you stay up late to look at the stars, even if you have to wake up early in the morning. I love your hair in the morning when it's an even bigger mess than usual. I love how you suck in the mornings until you have coffee, and then you're the life of the party. I love your nose, and your mouth, and your eyelashes. I love your hands. I love the way you look at me, and I love how I look at you. I love everything about you and I always will. Till death do us apart."

No, don't leave, please don't leave.

"Look at you, making me cry with your cuteness, and you're not even here. The sun's up. It's beautiful. You'd love it. I want you to remember how much I love you forever. Forever and always."

Forever and always.

"I'm on a train right now, going through downtown Tokyo. I'm not sure when I'll be back. I told Suga I'd be at their place in a few hours, but I don't think I will."

I guess you never did end up there, or I would have heard from them. Please have found somewhere safe.

"I'm breaking up with you."

I can't breathe.

"I know I promised you I never would. I know I said it was you and me forever."

It is.

"But I don't know anymore."

I do.

"I'm not going to do the movie thing and say it's me and not you because we both know that's not true."

It's me.

"It's both of us."

No, it's me. It has to be.

"It was supposed to be us against the world, but it changed into us against each other. And I can't see me hurt you anymore. I can't see you cry and know it's my fault. I can't watch us hurt each other anymore. I can't watch myself break my best friend. I love you too much to do that."

I love you too.

"And I'm too selfish to take the risk of hurting you more trying to fix it. I took everything I wanted from our room. Everything left is yours. Keep the apartment too."

I don't want it.

"I know it's under our names, but I don't know when I'm coming back."

Come back now

"The message lady will get mad at me if I talk much more, but I've got a few more things to tell you before I go. Do you remember that plan we made a few years ago, to travel everywhere?"

Of course

"I'm going."

Don't.

"I know that's not what you want anymore,"

If it's with you, it is.

"But I never gave up on travelling the world. Just one last adventure to check off the bucket list. And when I'm done seeing the world, I'll come back, but I don't want you waiting for me."

I will

"I don't want you wasting time hoping for something that could disappear."

I will anyway.

"I will always love you. No matter what you do, where I go, or what happens between now and when I return. You will always be my one true love."

And you are mine.

"I'll see you soon, my love."

Don't go.

"Until then."

No

No-no-no. Please no. Don't leave. I don't want you to leave. Please don't leave me.

The tears are so strong that I can't see, my breathing is coming shallow and fast, and I feel like I'm going to pass out. I don't want her to leave. Not without saying goodbye. I don't want her to leave me.

She can't leave.

This can't be the end of our adventure. It just can't.

I'll wait.

I'll just have to wait for her to come back.

But she doesn't want that. She wants me to move on. But I can't.

For the second night in a row, I pass out crying.

Only this time, when I wake up, I'm not alone. A body curled up next to me, and arms around my shoulders. I open my eyes and find Bo lying awake on his phone. He puts his phone down and looks at me, smiling when he sees me.

"Morning sleepy, how ya feeling?"

The tears start up again.

"She left"

Bo squeezes me as I cry. We lie there for what feels like hours. Time doesn't matter. She's gone.

"She's not gone forever tho, right?"

I look up at Bo and frown.

"Well, she can't be gone forever, right," he says again. "She has family here and friends. She won't be gone forever."

"Yeah, but she doesn't want me anymore."

Bokuto pushes me away from him and looks at me with the most serious face I have ever seen him make. "Kuroo, not once in my entire life have I seen two people love each other as much as the two of you do. And I can tell you that this is the last thing she would want. Having you crying about how she doesn't want you."

"Well, what am I supposed to do?"

Bo smiles at me.

"Live your life. She'll come back, and you'll be able to swap stories about what you did."

"But I don't want to swap. I want the same stories."

"I know you do, but this is the only way. Have something to tell her when she gets home, ok, bud?"

I nod, and he pulls me back in. He's right. I shouldn't spend her entire time away mopping. I have to do stuff. Y/N, you talked about going on a grand adventure. I'll go on one too.

Hopefully, it will lead me right back to you.

[waru-chan8]

I was asked by @milla8920 to write a things you said when you were drunk for Pedro and Fermín. Where here it is. It's set after the 2023 Valencian GP. Tw: mention of alcohol

‘You're fucking annoying' it's what Fermín heard when he opens the door of his room at the motorhome hotel. It's pretty late, and he wasn't expecting anyone, so it comes as a complete surprise to be greeted like this.

‘Good evening to you too' responds. The SpeedUP rider can't believe what his eyes are seeing, the recently crowned Moto2 World Champion is in front of him, and he's drunk. ‘And why am I annoying?' He doesn't really want to know, but he is curious why the other rider is here, instead of at his motorhome or celebrating with his family or the team. It's also safer for the KTM rider to be here with him than elsewhere getting himself in trouble.

‘Because' Pedro moves the other rider aside to enter the room completely uninvited, where he makes himself at home and sits on the bed. ‘Because I'm the one, I won the championship, but everyone is talking about you and your spectacular end of the season. Or how you'll be a MotoGP rider, etc.'

'Right. I'm so annoying because I'm doing my best.' He sits next to the other rider on his own bed that has been taken over by the other rider. ‘Sorry for doing my job, I guess' huffs.

‘Yes, because you are always overshadowing what I do. Like when I won the Moto3 championship, but people had to talk about your season in MotoE and Moto2 and your own Championship. No matter what I do, you'll be there too' complains.

Fermín sighs, not knowing how to respond to the drunk rambles of the other rider. He also doesn't have the heart to kick him, despite knowing he has to get up early for tomorrow's test. It doesn't matter what the SpeedUP rider wants to do, Pedro is already lying on his bed.

‘Look at the bright side, you won't hear about me next year' tries to console Fermín. It's a way to calm and placate the drunk rider.

‘Hell no. You'll fight for the championship and your name will be in every team principal's mouth during the silly season as everyone wants you'. Pedro turns his head to look at him, ‘unless you have already signed with Pramac. Did you do that?' Fermín doesn't answer, he just lies next to Pedro in the narrow space of the single bed. ‘Oh, you did, bastard. You will ride that sweet Ducati in 2025' decides Pedro, who is pouting.

Fermín can only laugh at that. It's been so long since he saw the other rider this relaxed and with a pout. ‘I didn't sign with them, at least not yet' explains, but they both know that doesn't mean he couldn't do it tomorrow or in the near future. ‘Look, you are drunk, and in my room, let's sleep like when we were kids, okay?' Proposes. In reality, the SpeedUP rider is terrified to send Pedro out alone. He doesn't know what type of troubles he can get if he goes like this around the paddock knocking on doors and searching for troubles.

‘But I don't want to sleep, and we are old now, and you have López' rambles the shorter rider. In the way it's said, it's like one single word that takes a while for the SpeedUP rider to understand. The lower lip is pushed further forward even more, showing his displeasure.

‘Look, even if we're older, we still need to sleep and that doesn't mean we can't share a bed, besides, there's nothing to worry about, Alonso won't bother us. He is out there celebrating with Jaume' as he responds, the taller rider is moving around to prepare the bed so they can go to sleep.

‘He’s an idiot,’ yawns the KTM rider, ‘I’d prefer to celebrate with you rather than Jaume. He’s boring, and you are fun to be around’ says nonchalantly as he crawls under the bedsheets. It’s a tight squeeze, but they managed to fit both of them in the single bed.

‘I thought you said I’m annoying’ reminds the taller rider with a smile on his face. He is looking carefully at Pedro’s face, trying to study him and making sure he’s okay.

‘You’re, but you’re also my annoyance’ yaws again the shorter rider. Despite Pedro saying he doesn’t want to sleep, he’s the first one to fall under Morpheus' spell. Fermín stays away for a bit longer, making sure that the KTM rider is okay.

‘Ugh' groans Pedro as soon as he opens his eyes. His head hurts like he has been tumbling around the gravel trap for hours without a stop.

‘Your head hurts?' Questions whatever his head is resting on. It takes a while for the KTM rider to register that he isn't sleeping with his head on his pillow, blame it on the alcohol in his bloodstream or how sleepy he is at the moment. However, as soon as he notices it, he figures his head is resting on a man's chest that he is too familiar with.

‘Shut up, I want to go back to sleep' closes his eyes again, while Fermín laughs at him and the situation. None of them move a bit, even if they know the younger needs to prepare for the Moto2 post-season test and Pedro is required at the Tech3 garage.

‘You can stay if you want, but I need to get up. I have a test to attend' reminds the SpeedUP rider. With more groaning, and with his eyes still closed, the shorter one moves his head from Fermín's chest to the pillow.

‘Have you been told how annoying you are? Because you're a pain in the ass' ask the MotoGP rider while hugging the pillow. It's too soft for him to go back to sleep.

‘You did it yesterday, but you also told me I'm your annoyance, so I took it as a compliment'. Pedro doesn't need to look at the other rider's face to know he is smiling. ‘But as I said, you can stay for as long as you want, just leave the key in my office or give it to Héctor later'. The young one is already ready to leave the room and go back to his team.

‘Or maybe you can come later by my motorhome and pick it yourself’ Pedro is now fully awake and watching the other rider at the door. ‘You know, if you ever need a space to disconnect and hang out you can go there’ proposes. ‘Or we can share the space’ the KTM has thrown himself out there, without knowing how his advances would be received or interpreted.

‘Sure, but make sure to have enough space’ even if it’s unsaid, both riders know it’s about the bed and not a bigger motorhome with a second bedroom.

Fermín is already leaving the room, so Pedro has to scream ‘but López isn't allowed inside’. The SpeedUP rider’s giggles can be heard, even if he hasn’t responded to that. Or at least Pedro didn’t hear anything with the door being closed.

[nuggetstappen]

A little game, pre season (you obviously don't have to do it, I just thought it could be fun):

1. Who of the rookies are you most exited for?

2. Which team do you think will have the most intern fights/battles?

3. Who do you think will dnf first?

4. Who do you think will have the most dnfs?

5. Do you think someone will have his maiden win? If yes, who?

6. Do you think we will get a reserve driver step in? If yes, who do you think it could be?

7. Who do you think will win the first GP?

8. Do you think Pierre will get a penalty point in the first race and has to sit out the second race?

9. Do you think Max will get his third world championship or is it someone else?

10. Do you think someone will retire after this season? If yes who?

11. What is your wildest prediction for the season?

Send this to some friends and mutuals to see what they think

Hello anon and thank you for the game invitation (can I say it like that?)

I'm actually excited for Nyck and Logan (but because Nyck drove one race last year, it's more Logan)

Most likely Red Bull and Ferrari, but Merc is also maybe in on the game? I have no idea yet. Oh, and if Oscar can deliver, it can also have McLaren.

First DNF? Hm, maybe Nico? I really don't know TT

Most DNFs will either be Alosno if he has this bad luck again or Nico because that man is unlucky

I think we all hope for a maiden win of other drivers, and with a good car, I hope it'll be Lando

If we look at the last season, I think we only get a reserve driver iff the others are fucking sick (which I'll never hope for) but if that should happen, I hope Mick can jump in to show what he can actually do in a good team with good ethics

I have to say Max, just because of his strength, but we also know the curse of F1 XD

Oh please NOT. That man is already so fed up with the FIA

If Red Bull has another strong car despite the penalty because of the cost gap infringement, I strongly believe in a third title for Max

As much as I hate to say it, Lewis could retire if he has yet another year full of struggles with the Merc. Or maybe Sergio, seeing as his contract ends after this year (I believe I interpret it correctly and it means that UNTIL 2024 he's at Red Bull) and the rather "poor" performance last season (2022 season!)

Wildest prediction? Max will slowly hate the media and forget all the media training he had to go through. So maybe Mad Max Era 2.0 with a more mature but wilder Max🥺👀

*****

Please feel free to join the game! Credits to Anon!

A little game, pre season (you obviously don't have to do it, I just thought it could be fun):

1. Who of the rookies are you most exited for?

2. Which team do you think will have the most intern fights/battles?

3. Who do you think will dnf first?

4. Who do you think will have the most dnfs?

5. Do you think someone will have his maiden win? If yes, who?

6. Do you think we will get a reserve driver step in? If yes, who do you think it could be?

7. Who do you think will win the first GP?

8. Do you think Pierre will get a penalty point in the first race and has to sit out the second race?

9. Do you think Max will get his third world championship or is it someone else?

10. Do you think someone will retire after this season? If yes who?

11. What is your wildest prediction for the season?

Send this to some friends and mutuals to see what they think

[imthebadguyyy]

Temporary Fix

Pairing - Lewis Hamilton x Reader (fem!F1 driver!reader)

Fandom - F1

Summary - You're the only female F1 driver, and you're damn good at your job. Oh, and you also have a friends with benefits relationship with a certain 7x World Champion.

Warnings - smut, best friends -> lovers, slight exhibitionism

A/N - you have the second merc seat in this, so Valterri isn't here : (( not proof read

Sometimes, you hated yourself for following your passion. Driving a F1 car had been your dream ever since you could remember. The long process from karting to F1 had been a difficult one. When you were seven, you had a go kart track manager that you couldn't race there because you were a girl. That had cemented your will to be the best you could be, and you had done it.

You had made it into a Mercedes F1 seat after spending two years in Williams. It was safe to say that you were one of the best drivers, with killer instinct and an excellent eye for overtakes. The likes of Mika Hakkinen, Niki Lauda, Jacques Villeneuve and others had praised your skills, naming you one of the best talents in the current driver pool.

But the glory, the fame, the praise, sometimes you wished you could just evaporate into thin air. This was one of those times. Press conferences sucked, they really did. Reporters and journalists thought they were entitled to ask you the most sexist of questions, brushing them off by saying it was 'just a simple question'. Sometimes the drivers you were paired up with defended you, like Seb or Pierre or Lewis or even Kimi. Sometimes people didn't want to say anything, or they just laughed it off or answered for you.

This was not one of those times. Charles was supposed to be your partner for the press conference, but he wasn't feeling too great so you were on your own. It had started off fine, with the usual questions like 'how are you feeling about the race?' 'is it gonna be a good weekend for Mercedes?' and then it had gone to 'Do you think you being the only woman here, you should have a special suit?' or 'Are you sure it's a good idea for you to continue another year in F1?' that's what had irked you off.

With a roll of your eyes and a shake of your head, you bit back the cutting response that had sprung to your lips, opting to simply look disapprovingly in silence, speaking more words in the quiet. Eventually, the conference was over, and you made your way out of the hall, deep in thought, so lost in your own world, you didn't notice when a pair of arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you into one of the nearby storage closets.

Your protest of "Hey!-" was cut off by a pair of lips pressing to yours, strong arms wrapping around your torso. "Heard you had a bad day with the press" Lewis mumbled against your lips, brow furrowing when you sighed and let your head drop onto his shoulder. "Yeah they're such fucking jerks" you replied, closing your eyes. "I'm sorry you have to deal with them every time" he continued, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. "Eh, I mean I'd rather not talk about it" you continued, letting your fingers trace a pattern on his chest.

The silence in the room was disturbed by the ringing of Lewis's phone, making you jump softly. "Bono" he answered, looking down at the screen. "Pick it up"

"Hello?"

"Lewis, we're waiting for the meeting? And is Y/N with you?" Bono's voice rang through the tiny closet, as you turned to look at Lewis with wide eyes. Shit, the debrief. "Yeah, I'm coming! Oh, and I'll see if I can find Y/N" he replied, making you suppress a smile. The moment he put the phone down, the both of you burst into giggles, before he leaned down to press another kiss to your lips. "Well, we should go" he said, biting back a smile when you sighed, and cuddled into his shoulder. "Fine"

"But I'll make it up to you tonight baby" he continued, as a shiver ran down your spine. Oh yeah, you two had a friends with benefits situation going on too. No biggie

Except, well, you know you couldn't tell anyone, and you were definitely in love with each other, but I mean, of course it was better to be stupid and just simply refuse to acknowledge those feelings for each other.

♥︎☾☁︎

It had happened, when Lewis won his championship in Turkey. The team had thrown a (socially distant) party, and you had gotten just a little more drunk than you should have, but the champagne was flowing, tequila shots were being taken, beer was being chugged so you just jumped in and had a few more glasses of wine than you should have, and participated in a few rounds of shots.

Before you had known, a pair of hot lips had crashed onto yours, and your arms had tightly held onto a broad pair of shoulders, as the pair of you had stumbled up to your hotel room, crashing backwards onto the bed. Your drunken mind had been sober enough to recognise the 'Still I Rise' tattoo across his back when he tugged his shirt off.

At the same time, Lewis had recognised your face, heart speeding up ever so slightly because holy shit he was making out with you, and he really, really liked you. Before he knew it, your dress was down to your knees, and his shirt was a rumpled mess on the floor, your friendship gone far beyond repair, but only in the best way possible.

The next morning, you had let out a groan when the sunshine had flashed into your eyes, rolling over to find Lewis lying next to you, his arm wrapped around your waist as he slept peacefully. Your heart rate had sped up, and you had shot up, scaring the living day light out of Lewis. He had awoken with a start, confusion present in his brown eyes, before realization had sunk in, and he had shot out of bed, wrapping one of the towels around his lower body.

But before the two of you could get awkward, he had strutted over to you, grabbing your face in his hands before pulling you in for a kiss that made you feel weak and light headed.

And then the both of you came to the conclusion that you two wanted something loose and flexible, something fun with no commitment.

But was it what you wanted?

♥︎☾☁︎

Sometimes debriefs could drag on. And on. And on. Eventually, the engineers left the room, leaving only Toto, Lewis, Bono, Angela, James and yourself in the room. Over the years, it had become like a family for you, and you loved them to absolute bits. The mood in the room had changed, as you all joked around for a while.

Watching from the other side of the room, Lewis couldn't help the smile that etched itself onto his face, when he saw you throw your head back with laughter at something Toto said, inhaling sharply when your neck came into clear view, a sudden urge to mark you up settling in on his body.

It was a thrill, to think of how many times you had come undone on his fingers and his tongue, how many nights you begged for him to fill you up with his cock. It was a thrill to think of all the times he had cried your name out in ecstasy while your tongue worked wonders around him. And yet, here you were, acting as if you two were just best friends, not two people who could barely keep their hands off of each other.

Just two nights ago, he had made you scream his name so loud, the person the next room, who just happened to be Daniel, had not let him hear the end of it. Thankfully, the Aussie hadn't realized it was you in his bed. Two nights ago, he had made you see stars, and after that you had rewarded him with the performance of his life to Nights Like This by Kehlani.

Snapping back to reality when a slight poke was applied to his shoulder, Lewis looked over to see Angela looking at him with a slight smirk on her face. He strongly suspected that the woman definitely had some sort of inkling about the both of you. How ? No idea. But she was a crazy smart woman, and was bound to have figured out that he was seeing someone.

It didn't help that atleast half the people on the grid had at some point teased him, telling him the both of you were made for each other. It was like the universe was pushing the both of you to be together, and he kept pushing it away

"So are we feeling confident going into this weekend?" Toto asked, grabbing his attention from the smirking blonde.

"Yup!" Your cheery answer elicited a smile from everyone in the room. "Yeah I think so" he said, watching as you flashed him a quick smile. "Okay, then, I think we're done for now. Any questions?" Bono asked, scanning a data sheet in front of him. "No, i'm good" you replied, reaching over to grab your phone. "Yeah me too" Lewis said, far too concerned with what was going to happen later that night to pay his full attention to Bono.

"Okay then. We'll see you tomorrow"

And with that they departed. Before Lewis could follow you, a hand grabbed his and he turned to see Angela, Toto and Bono looking at him expectantly. "So whose got you all distracted and flustered?" Angela asked, earning a smirk from Toto. "What? No one" he replied, slapping himself mentally for being all day dreamy during a meeting. "Oh really? I'm willing to bet you didn't hear anything I said during the meet except the last bit" Bono said, smiling when his driver got visibly flustered.

"So do we know her?" Angela continued, watching him closely for any giveaway reactions. "How would you know her if I don't like anyone?" Lewis said, hoping to God it didn't come across as awkward as it sounded.

"Never said you liked anyone. I'm saying you're in love with someone" Angela said, watching as her friend's eyes widened in shock, and he shook his head profusely. "Okay are you on something? I'm just gonna head back to the hotel now" he murmured, confused, and somewhat taken aback by her bluntness.

Ignoring the looks on the others faces, he made his way out to the paddock, trying his hardest to make sense of his feelings. Was a casual relationship with you what he wanted? He wanted so much more than that.

Lewis knew, deep down in his heart, that he wanted to hold your hand in public, and kiss you right on the lips in front of everyone when you shared a podium. He wanted to be able to call you his, to not just spend the night with you, but to spend all his days with you. But you didn't want that.

Or so he thought.

♥︎☾☁︎

Back at the hotel, Lewis busied himself with working out, trying to push all his frustrations out via the workout. He knew that you were going to turn up in the night, and he looked so damn forward to seeing you each night, but god, he hated it when you left in the morning. Every morning when your warm body slipped out from under the sheet, his arms would tighten for a moment, before your giggle would bring him back to reality and he'd hastily draw back, smiling at you. His favourite moment was when he came to your hotel room in Spain. In the morning, he had woken up before you, and before leaving, he had pressed a little kiss to your forehead. The most gorgeous smile had curled onto your lips, and his heart had melted into a little puddle when you rested your cheek on his hand

And then in Monaco, when he had taken you to his apartment, you had woken up before him, and he had woken up to the sight of you bringing a tray of pancakes and fruits, followed by a soft kiss to his cheek.

It was those moments he cherished, but it was those same moments that confused him.

His train of thought was broken when a knock echoed in the room, as he walked over to the door, opening it to find : you

"Hey" you greeted him, walking in and shedding your jacket. "Hey" he replied, reaching for a towel to wipe the sweat off of his body. "Wow um, is this a bad time?" You asked, eyes trailing down his abs, watching as his body glistened in the fading sun light. "No its fine, I just finished my workout. You hungry?" He continued, biting back a smirk when he saw your eyes roaming his body.

"W-what? Yeah, i, um, suppose - yeah" you murmured, mind already far down the gutter.

"For food darling, not for sex" he said, making you blush and let out a small gasp. "Lewis!" You chided, shoving him softly. "You know you were thinking it" he mumbled, pushing you up against the wall. "Yeah I was" you whispered back, yanking him forward by his shoulders, slamming your lips against his.

Lifting you up from the waist, he pressed his body further into yours, one of his hands wandering down to your ass, squeezing harshly, earning a moan from your lips. Taking the opportunity, he pushed his tongue into your mouth, groaning when you let your core grind against him.

Leading you towards the bed, he stopped in confusion when you stopped him, maneuvering him towards the balcony. "Want you to fuck me against the window or in the balcony" you gasped out, earning a moan from him.

"Right where anyone could see us, hmm? Didn't know you were into that baby" he growled, grabbing your earlobe in between his teeth, earning an airy gasp from you, as the wetness threatened to seep down your legs.

"Mmhmm" was all you could muster, your mind so clouded with desperation you couldn't form a single coherent thought. The only thing you were aware of was that only Lewis could make you feel the pleasure you wanted to feel, only he would take you to that little piece of heaven, only he would hold your hand and fuck you into oblivion, and he would still be there to clean you down with a sponge softly.

"If you insist"

Grabbing you roughly, he slammed your body against the massive hotel room window, ripping the mercedes team shirt you were wearing off of your quivering form, letting it drop to the floor, before he hooked his fingers into the material of your jeans, tugging the denim down your legs

With a soft groan, you pulled his nike shorts down his legs, moaning when his cock came into view, the throbbing in between your legs making you whimper, arousal and need growing tenfold in your tummy.

"Please" you whispered, meeting his eyes, so he could see the pure desperation in your eyes. "Please what?" He said, a certain roughness you hadn't heard before creeping into his voice

"Please fuck me" you moaned, gasping when he brought his hand up to your neck, squeezing ever so slightly. "Oh trust me doll, i will. But first, i want to have you dripping wet and ready for me. I want to make you cum on my fingers, so you're wet and ready for my cock. Do you want my fingers princess?" he continued, feeling his arousal grow when you whimpered and whined.

"Words baby girl. Or I'll just leave you here with your pathetic fingers. I bet you can't even reach all those spots inside you that make you scream, when your tiny little fingers try to please yourself. I bet you just feel like sinking into yourself, but the thought of my fingers keeps you awake. Do you do that, sweet girl? Do you pretend your fingers are mine when you're touching yourself, hmm?'

When you didn't answer, he delivered a smack to your ass, groaning when you moaned at the pleasurable sting. "Yes" you whispered abashed.

"Don't be shy baby. Its okay. I know you feel so good when I love on you. I can see it when you scream my name" and with that, his pointer finger began circling your clit, rubbing circles around it before shifting so he was rubbing the sensitive bud directly.

Your moans of ecstasy were music to his ear, a smile gracing his features, as he let his middle finger slip into you, thrusting it in and out of you. Your soft cry of "fuck" cracked when he shoved his pointer into you as well, scissoring them in and out of you

"Oh fucking hell Lew-" "Shh my darling, i didn't say you could talk, did I?" He said, fingers working at an indescribably quick pace, as the knot in your tummy tightened and threatened to loosen. "I'm gonna-" "go ahead baby" he murmured, using his pointer and thumb to pinch your clit roughly, as you came around his fingers with a scream

"Good girl. You wanna put that pretty little mouth to use somewhere else?" he asked, watching as you dropped to your knees eagerly, (just like I would do irl) reaching up to rest your hands on his hips.

"Someone's eager to suck my cock hmm? Be a good girl for me, and don't waste time" he ordered, a shudder running down his body when your nails traced the veins on his cock, and then as they reached downwards, your thumb circling his tip, collecting his pre cum on your finger. Then you shoved your thumb in your mouth, swirling your tongue around it, before sucking softly on your digit, rolling your eyes back. You were snapped back to reality when Lewis roughly yanked your head up, pure arousal clouding his pupils

"You better use your mouth right now, or i swear i will leave you here alone to pleasure yourself" he threatened, moaning when you took his tip into your mouth at once, sucking softly before swirling your tongue upwards.

The feel of your tongue on him made him buck his hips into your mouth, the unexpected movement pushed him quite far back in your mouth, looking up at him, you hollowed out your cheeks, taking more and more of his cock into your mouth, the sounds he was making above you fuelling you. You took him as far back as you could without gagging, as a strangled moan of "Fuck Y/N!"left his lips. He grabbed your hair, tugging upwards, the tingling on your scalp sending shockwaves of pleasure through you. "Fuck baby, you're gonna have to stop now, I really want to fuck you now" he growled out, pulling you up before pushing you towards to balcony railing

Lining up with your entrance, he watched as you let out a shaky breath, eyes falling shut, as you clenched in anticipation.

"Are you sure you want this Y/N?" he asked, eyes searching your face for any sign that he was being too rough, or that you didn't want what was coming next

"Turning your head around to face him, you pulled him in for a passionate kiss. "I've never been more sure baby" was your affirming reply.

Kissing you back with the same fervour, he slowly pushed into you from behind, the both of you groaning in sync when your walls enveloped him. "fuck you feel so good darling. So fucking tight" lewis moaned, making you moan as well as the pleasure coursed through your veins.

Reaching around you, Lewis rubbed your clit while he continued to snap his hips against yours, making your breasts bounce against your chest, your hands gripping the balcony railing for dear life. Thank god it was dark.

He continued to rub and pinch you clit, before swiping his fingers through your wet folds. Then he shoved his fingers into your mouth, prompting you to suck on them

"Be an angel and suck on my fingers for me" he growled, moaning when your mouth eagerly closed around his fingers, sucking them with fervour.

Snapping his hips into you desperately, his hands encircled your waist, pulling you back to meet his thrusts, swishing his fingers around in your mouth. "Fuck baby thats it, i'm gonna cum" he groaned, capturing your earlobe in between his teeth, moaning when you clenched down on him again

"Oh fucking hell-" with a moan, he came into you, pulling his fingers out of your mouth to rub your clit again, sighing with satisfaction when you came around him with a scream of "Lewis!"

Panting, he dragged you back to the bed, both of you collapsing into the covers.

Your chest rising and falling rapidly, you curled up into his chest, letting your head droop onto his shoulder, as his fingers traced his initials onto your hip.

"Well princess, we seem to have a problem here" he said, as you snapped your head up to look at him in confusion.

"I think i'm in love with you"

♡☾☁︎

A/N - part 2? Also feel free to drop a comment, i'd really appreciate it 🤍 thank you so much for reading 🤍

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The Bet (Kelley O'Hara x reader) part 1

Okay I wrote this ages ago but when I tried to post it, it was too long for a single post and then forgot about it. So I'm going to break it up into 2 parts. Hope you enjoy!!!

Kelley's Pov

"Cmon O'Hara! Your late!" Coach Ellis shouts as I jog onto the field for morning practice. I caught up to the rest of the team and started doing the warm up with them, "Sorry Coach!" "Pipe down and run your lap" she shouts back before going back to her notebook.

I run alongside Alex and Allie which the later of which sniggers at me, "Too busy shagging to make it to practice on time?" I just shrug with a smug grin and keep jogging. "Do you even know her name?" Alex asks raising an eyebrow at me. I open my mouth before closing it again and try to think, "R...Riley? Rosa? Rachel! It was Rachel!"

Alex rolls her eyes, "You stop shoving your tongue down her mouth long enough to ask her?" "Don't get snippy with me just cause Serv can't put out to satisfy your needs" I tease and step out of her reach as she goes to smack me. "Are you ever going to stop sleeping around?" Christen asks from in front of us. I snort, "Why would I want too?"

We finish out the lap and start to stretch, "Beside I can't help it it they throw themselves at me". Christen scrunches her face at me, "Your disgusting". But I just shrug while Mal turns to us, "Did you hear about the new girl?" The some of the others nod while they tilt their heads at the young forward. "What new girl?" Alex asks as she stretches her quad.

Mal just shrugs, "I don't know just hear there was a new girl joining today". Christen hums, "Yeah I'm supposed to show her around after practice".  I smirk, "Is she hot?" Christen scoffs, "I haven't met her yet". I give her a cheeky grin, "Well if she's hot can you send her my way". She glares at me, "I'm not helping you add another girl to your list of conquests". I just smirk at the forward, "Fine either it's going to end up with me and her in between the sheets".

"Her and I" Becky corrects as she walks past. Christen looks shocked at our captain, "Don't encourage her!" But the captain shrugs, "I've learned a long time ago to not get involved in Kelley's sex life". I stick out my tongue at Christen who narrows her eyes at me. But Becky crosses her arms giving me a look, "But it doesn't mean I approve of your lifestyle choices".

I stop teasing Christen and look at Becky who gives me a stern look, "I don't like it but I'm not going to tell you what to do. All I'm saying is one day it's going to come back and bite you in the ass and you'll have to accept that".

I watch as Becky walks off to the drill coach has set up as I can't help but think of what she said.

"One day it's going to come back and bite you in the ass and you'll have to accept that"

But I shake my head forgetting it as I follow them to the drill. I respect Becky a lot. She's a great captain and an even better person. But there's no way she knows that for certain.

Right?

...............

I sigh as the bell rings signalling the end of history as I walk out of the class with Tobin, Allie, Alex and Ash, "God I thought he was never going to shut up". Ash nods stretching her arms up over her head, "Yeah. Collins never learns how to shut up. Should we be concerned with how excited he gets talking about the Holocaust?"

But I don't answer instead my attention turns to a girl walking down the hall. She was looking down at what I presume is her timetable as she looks at the numbers on the doors no doubt trying to find her class. She was drop dead gorgeous but as she bit the corner of her lip trying to figure out where she is- holy fuck did that do things to me.

But before I could make a move one of the football players saddle up to her with a sultry smile, "Hey your new. Need help?" She looks him up and down raising an eyebrow at him but before she can reject him I slide up beside her throwing my arm around her shoulders, "Sorry Jacobs she's with me". All I can see is him glaring at me before I wheel her away from him down the hall a bit.

"Thanks" she breathes out, "I was just trying to find my class I didn't exactly want him to get the wrong idea. I owe you one". I wiggle my eyebrows at her, "Well we can call it even if you give me your number". But my smile drops as I see her scoff and mumble something under her breath, "What?" But she just shakes her head, "Look thanks for the save but I didn't escape one flirtatious jackass only to end up with another one".

My eyes widen slightly at her bluntness before trying to recompose myself, "Now why do you think that?" "Because I know what your like. Your all the same. There's always one". "One what?" I ask again trying to understand where she's going. She waves her hand up and down motioning to me, "A player. Has a different girl every few days. Thinks they're god's gift to the world and have have any girl at their beck and call".

I try and keep the smirk off my face as I tilt my head at her, "Why do you think that's me?" She raises an eyebrow at me while she deadpans, "Cause you didn't even asking for my name before you started trying to get into my pants. Besides there's always one like you at every school".

I take a step closer to her with a grin, "Oh honey I promise, you haven't met anyone like me before". To my surprise she puts her finger on my nose and pushes my face away from hers, "Hmm I'm sure. Now excuse but I have to go to class. I'm sure you can find another girl to bang".

And with that she walks down the hallway without even looking back at me. "Don't you need help finding your class?" I shout after her but she waves her hand not sparing me a glance, "I'll find it".

I let out a puff of air as I watch her walk away from me slightly stunned. Even when I hear Allie's cackle I can't seem to pull my eyes away from her retreating figure, "Hahaha Wormie got rejected bad". Ash wraps her arm around me, "So how does it feel to know that not every available girl wants you?" But I ignore them, "Don't worry she'll come around soon". Alex shakes her head, "I don't think so Wormie. I think you've met your match here". But I shake my head, "She will fall for me". Ash smirks, "Wanna bet?"

I finally look at her with a glint in my eye, "What do you have it mind?" "There's no way you can get her before the end of championship" Ash challenges. I smirk at her, "Your on". I look down the hallway where she disappeared,

"She's mine".

.............

I lean up again the lockers with a charming smile plastered on my face, "Hello again". She rolls her eyes as she takes books out of her locker, "Hello O'Hara". I grin, "I don't remember telling you my name". She slams her locker door shut, "Your reputation proceeds you obviously". I lick my lips at that.

That's going to make my job slightly harder

I wiggle my eyebrows at her, "All good things I hope". She raises an eyebrow at me, "Depends on who you ask?" I look at her, "Who did you ask?" But she can't answer as someone calls behind her, "Hey Belle!" She looks behind her and smiles at the forward, "Hey Chris!" She returns the smile before her eyes land on me, "What are you up too Kels?" I shrug, "Just trying to welcome the new student to our wonderful school".

Christen hums obviously not impressed before turning back to the new girl, "What's your next class?" She takes out her phone and checks it quickly before answering, "Uh Calc with Mr James?" I immediately grin, "So do I. I can take you". She once again rolls her eyes while christen gives her what I could only say was a sympathy look, "Sure I'll meet you after for lunch". She sighs but nods before Christen walks away to her next class.

"Ready to go?" I ask but she just sighs and nods, "Let's go O'Hara". I start walking towards our class her barely looking at me, "Why do you hate me so much?" She shrugs, "I don't hate you, I just don't like people like you. I've barely been here a week and I've already heard all about you". "Okay that's fair. But you've only heard about me from other people. You haven't actually given me the chance to really get to know me. How you do know it's true?"

She stops right as we reach the class and turns to me, "That's true. Another thing that's true is your literally saying this to me wearing a leather jacket. What is your motorcycle in the shop?" She runs her hand through her hair before looking me straight in the eye, "It isn't just the fact that you are the perfect image of your stereotypical player. It's also the fact you wear it like a badge of honour. You love the fact that people see you as that and that girls stumble over themselves to get your attention. I'm sorry but I'm not interested in being another name to your already long list of girls you've bedded. I will say that whatever girl that finally gets you to settle down will deserve an award and I hope you find her in the future".

With that she leaves me there standing in the doorway as she turns on her heel and walks into class and introduces herself to the teacher. And as much as I would like to say her words affected me.

I was too focused on how blue her eyes were

.............

"Ladies I would like to introduce you to our new midfielder, Belle Rose" Coach Ellis says as Belle smiles at us but it soon falters when she sees me. "Get a quick stretch going because after we're going into th beep test!" Ellis shouts only for us to groan but start stretching knowing it's only going to be worst if we keep moaning.

"Funny how we keep running into each other" I joke as I walk over to her as she stretches out. She gives me her signature eye roll, "Or maybe I have a stalker?" I grin as I swing my leg, "You wish Princess". She scoffs, "Oh wow that's so original. I've never heard that one before". "I mean you kinda teed it up with your name" I laugh. She snorts, "Yeah my parents had a funny sense of humour". "Well if your beauty where's your beast?" I ask wiggling my eyebrows at her. "Anyone but you" she answers simply before walking away but I'm quick to follow.

"You really not going to give me a chance?" I sigh. "Nope" she says popping the p. "How about a little wager then?" I try again. Thankfully this gets her attention as she turns and quirks an eyebrow at me, "What are you up too O'Hara?" I smirk, "If I can outlast you in the beep test, you have to go on a date with me?" I see most of the team turns and watches us as she thinks drumming her fingers against her bicep, "Wow you really that desperate that you have to challenge me to a race?" The team laugh while I just focus on her as she tilts her head at me, "What's in it for me?" I shrug, "What do you want?" She licks her lips before smirking, "If I win, you have to go a month without sleeping with someone".

All the youngin's ohhhhh but I ignore them and hold out my hand, "Your on". She shakes my hand, "Let's see what you've got O'Hara". "You got it Princess" I wink but she scoffs and walks over to Christen calling over her shoulder, "Good luck beast".

Belle's Pov

"Are you sure about this Belle? I know you have never seen Kelley play before but she's the fastest on the team and always lasts the longest on the beep test" Christen frowns as I shake out my arms and legs. I grin, "Don't worry Pressy. Your forgetting you haven't seen me either. I got this". She sighs, "I hope your right. Kelley is my friend but she leaves a trail of heartbreak in her wake and I don't want to you be another victim of her ways".

I smile, "I appreciate that Chris. I'm glad I have a friend like you looking out for me". She smiles and gives me a side hug, "Anytime". We all line up for the beep test and Kelley makes sure that she's on the other side of me with Mal on the other. We start off with the easy levels. Obviously the goalkeepers were the first to go followed then by the defenders, Kelley being the only one left. The higher up we go the more people drop until it's just Kelley, Christen, Alex, Mal and I left.

Kelley makes it her mission to keep making comments in my ear. Teasing and trying to psyche me out. But I just shrug her off and focus on the running. Soon the other 3 drop leaving only Kelley and I. "I'll give you this. Not many people can keep pace with me" Kelley breathes out. I shrug and wink at her, "You should be worried about keeping up with me". She huffs out a laugh before another beep sounds and we're off running again. We go another few rounds and we're both breathing heavy now. "Just drop so we can both be done with this" Kelley huffs out with a cough but I shake my head with a similar huff, "No way. There's no way I'm stopping until I win".

Again the all too familiar beep comes too soon as we're forced to run again. We both make the line with barely a second but this time you could see that Kelley was struggling as she goes into a coughing fit. I frown as the defender hunches over in a coughing fit and doesn't stop. It gets so intense that she drops to her knees still hacking. I kneel beside her the beep test is completely forgotten as I take her wrists in my hands. She lifts her head as I raise her hands above her head looking into her eyes. "Just take some deep breathes. In the nose out the mouth". She nods slightly as she follows me instructions.

It was only then did I realise how close we really were. My faces scan over her face as her eyes close. Although I would never admit it out loud to her. She was beautiful. She had the looks. Her defined features paired with her sharp jawline would have anyone in awe. Then the millions of freckles scattered across her face only made her more adorable.

But Christ her eyes

When her hazel eyes opened and peered back at me. My breathing almost hitched. The way her eyes just pulled everything together was incredible.

Who knew hazel could be so pretty?

No words were spoken as we both tried to gain our breath back. But our little bubble was interrupted by the rest of the team. "You okay Kels?" Alex ask standing over her friend who nods giving her a thumbs up. It's only then I realise I'm still holding her hands in mine as I quickly drop them and stand up beside Christen who hands me a water bottle, "You good?" I nod before taking a drink.

"Okay while Kelley and Belle catch their breath the rest of you will move onto the next drill" Ellis explains as the rest of the team nod and head over to the drill. Coach turns to us, "You good O'Hara?" She just nods slightly but coach doesn't look convinced, "Sit out for a bit and if your feelings better you can join in. Don't push yourself. Same with you Rose". We both nod before coach walks over to the team and start the drill.

We both just sit in the bench for a little while just taking a breather as we watch the girls before Kelley speaks up, "You could have won". I just turn and look at her as she continues, "You could have kept going and won the bet". I just shrug, "Winning a bet shouldn't come at the expense of someone else". I furrow my eyebrows as I swear I see her flinch slightly before looking down but I ignore it. But it's quickly forgotten about as she gives me a teasing smile, "If I was there any longer I might have needed mouth to mouth".

I groan loudly, "Do you ever stop?" She shrugs with a small smile, "Sorry". I shake my head as I look at the team and see it's a defenders Vs attackers drill and nudge her foot with mine and nod my head towards them, "Cmon O'Hara time for me to show you up in the drill". I start walking over but I heard her scoff behind me before following.

"Not likely Princess"

..............

"Cmon baby you we can have some more fun this weekend. I've got the house all to myself" some girl smirks as she places her hand on Kelley's arm. I roll my eyes but I tilt my head as I see she shrug her off, "Sorry can't". It's obvious that I'm not the only one that's surprised as the girl looks taken back, "Why?" But she just shrugs, "Just can't".

But this doesn't detour her as she once again goes in close to Kelley gliding her hand down her chest to her torso, "Cmon you've never turned down an offer before. Besides we both had fun the last time". I slam my locker shut and houst my bag over my shoulder as I walk over to them, "Kels cmon we have to get to class". She nods before detaching herself from the girl who just narrows her eyes at me, "We were talking". I shrug giving her a bored look, "Not anymore". She scoffs but looks at Kelley, "So this weekend?"

Kelley genuinely looks annoyed for second so I decide to step in, "She can't". Both of them look at me, one in anger the other in confusion. "And why not?" The girl challenges crossing her arms. I lean into Kelley and nudge her side, "We have plans right?" I hold Kelley's stare as she catches on and wraps an arm around my shoulders, "Yup we have plans. Sorry Rachel". "It's Reagan" she glares at us while I try to hold back a snort. "Sorry" Kelley says as she wheels us away and towards our next class.

"Thanks" she breathes out as we make our way through the sea of people. "As much as your a pain in my ass. Your still my teammate and it looked like you needed some help" I say. She smiles, "I appreciate it". "Can I ask you a question?" I ask. "Shoot" she nods. I look at her out of the corner of my eye as we keep walking, "Why did you say no?" She looks at me as I continue, "I mean from my knowledge you never turn down something like that".

She licks her lips before she shrugs, "It was apart of the deal". I furrow my eyebrows at her, "What deal?" She grins, "The deal we made at training. About the beep test". "But I didn't win" I say. She shrugs, "Neither did I. That's why I'm also taking you out on a date this weekend". I give her a blank face, "Seriously?" She smirks, "Deadly. Neither of us won but both of us lost so we both do the forfeit".

I sigh, "I suppose that makes sense. And I'm guessing your not going to let me out of it either". She shake her head, "Nope!" I toss my head back and groan, "Fine. One date and then you leave me alone". She pumps her fist while I can't help but giggle at her child like behaviour as we continue on the way to class.

All the way I didn't realise her arm was still wrapped around me.

[ss-trashboat]

1, 2, 3, 4, 7, 9, 13, 14, 16, 26, 27, 28, 31, 32, 33, 39, 40 ~ (heres a lot cause i wanna hear you ramble lol)

oof i'm so game for rambling man, this post is gonna get so long lol ~

1: Favorite current male wrestler gosh i have. so many answers for this so i'll give a different one each time if others ask buuuut lemme go with the best boi karl this time as he makes me super happy lately. he's just so cute and he's so good and just ah. goddammit karl

2: Favorite current female wrestler i also have many answers to this one too LOL, so i'll do the same for this as i did with the male wrestler as well. but for this one i'll go with deonna as. my god. she's so good and i'm loving her heel run.

3: Favorite all time male wrestler this one is actually kinda hard. i'm trying to think of the one i've loved the longest. there may be two answers as i found them both around the same time buuuut this time let's go with kenny. he makes me so happy and i always get excited to watch whatever he's in. and he's a giant nerd so that's always brownie points lol

4: Favorite all time female wrestler this one i also have a couple answers for. i can't have just one LOL. for this one i'll go with mickie as i literally wanted to grow up to be her. she was the first wrestler i could actually see myself in so she means a lot to me ~

7: Favorite ring gear is this like. one specific gear? or someone who's gear i love? i don't know i'll throw multiple answers for this too. for now, def spider-will. he has so many gears i love but this is forever one of my favorite looks from anyone

9: Favorite entrance theme lovefurypassionenergy will be one of my favorite themes until i die tbh it's so good

13: Best looking diva i don't know if this means current divas or all divas, but top is maryse fight me

14: Best looking superstar oof. so i'm gonna guess this is just wwe related and there are. so many tbh. i will say my boi finn tho cause. fucking oof man

16: Gimmick there's a ton of these i like too damn. this one's hard but. i will go with mjf's heel "better than you" gimmick, cause goddamn i remember first watching aew and he made me physically angry, and sir if you can do that then you're doing an amazing job lol. i do love him now cause ofc my type is overconfident asshole heels, but hearing what's going to come out of his dumb face is one of the reasons i keep up with aew

26: One unpopular opinion of yours besides that i love will ospreay lol, ummm. i guess that i never got the hype with the bella twins? like they were decent wrestlers and very pretty but i just never saw the big deal with them, or why they're hall of fame worthy. tho i don't see how a lot in the hall of fame are in there but whatevs

27: Who do you consider underrated? keeping with wwe for this second, but cesaro. it's a national crime he hasn't been world champion yet. dude is talented as fuck, has been in the company for ages stuck basically in tag teams and mid-card, and is can absolutely handle himself in main event settings. he deserves the best fuck you wwe

28: What about an over-rated wrestler? we'll stick with wwe for one more at least, but charlotte. is she talented? sure. enough to have the record for most championships? absolutely not. she's shoved everywhere when there's plenty other talented girls there that deserve the championships (naomi, nattie, liv, etc.) and it's infuriating. once again, fuck you wwe

31: Who would you like to be in a tag team with? okay so this is sticking with gorls ummm. god who could absolutely carry my ass LOL. i wasn't going to go back to wwe but absolutely rhea. she's a tall to my smol, we have very similar styles/loves, and she could teach me how to be a beast

32: Who would you like to be in a mixed tag team with?okay yep so here's for guys shit. who also can carry me lol. i don't want to be obvious and biased, but i would absolutely love to be with best friends. chuckie and trent are such moods with everything and i feel like my sense of humor would mesh perfectly with them

33: Why do you love wrestling? oh gosh. there are so many reasons honestly and i feel like none of them have to do with wrestling itself? first: it was a bonding thing for my mom and i. she was the one who got me into it, as she was an avid watcher in the 80s and 90s and once we saw it back on tv we could watch (we didn't have cable until like 2018) we nosedived into it and i learned. so i have lots of happy memories watching it with her and learning alongside her. second: i found my best friends because of it. on dA there was a group of wrasslin fans who had ocs and stories and we came together into a friend group. some have branched away into other things, but the squad was part of that and obvs you cause you're my bestie so because of wrestling i found you. third: because of wrestling, i'm where i'm at in art. doing wrestling fan art is what made me start taking drawing really seriously, and eventually start writing, and making ocs. so without wrestling i would probably have never started writing or wouldn't have the ocs that i have, and who knows where my art would be. lastly, it makes me happy. watching through njpw has really rekindled my love and showed me how happy i can be watching again, especially after losing my mom. even before i would watch some dvds to make me feel better (looking at you 2006 dx) and even now i'll look up clips to make me feel better. it's just. a huge source of happiness for me

39: What is your best wrestling related memory? going to my first con, without a doubt. after seeing friends and others have the chance to meet babes firsthand, i knew i needed to try and do the same. now that i have a job where i can actually fund things somewhat, i travelled to outside baltimore to my first wrestling con this year. getting to meet faces i've seen on tv for so long and seeing that they're real was. absolutely incredible. i was able to meet mickie james and tell her how much of an inspiration she is to me, bond with mandy leon over spooky stuff and how much she loved my art, make an ass of myself in front of fandango as i forgot how discord worked (but you know all about that LOL), and get to actually meet one of my crushes in will, get extremely emotional (so much so that i never got a picture with him cause lol i could barely speak to him), and then had to go outside for 20 minutes to relearn how to breathe. it was so anxiety inducing but also one of the best days of my life ~

40: Do you watch wrestling by yourself or with others?both, but i prefer watching it with others. it's just fun to yell with others and get other opinions on things and just to have someone along for the ride makes it so fun ~

wrasslin asks ~

[hockeynascarfan91258]

Chapter 7

Chase was finally able to take Eden home to the house they had just bought in Dawsonville.   Eden supported Chase as the season started to wind down.   He had made the playoffs and now was in contention to win the Championship.     They celebrated their first Halloween together at Cindy and Bills big Halloween Party they have every year.   Chase went as himself and Eden was a cat.    Fletch was Superman.  They had so much fun.   They carved pumpkins, painted her belly, took maternity pictures and just had a good time.

It was a fun time.  Cindy and Bill had gotten a female Doberman and they decided to breed her and Fletch together.     It was a success and Chase and Eden were going to keep two of the puppies once she had them.   October faded to November.    They were headed to Phoenix Raceway for the final Cup race of the season.    Eden was happy she was able to go because she hadn't reached that no fly zone.     It was race day.    They were getting ready to head down to the track.

"Are you nervous?" Eden asks as they walked hand in hand down to the track.

"Nope.   If it is meant to be it will be." Chase replies.

"That is true baby." Eden says.

"Besides I already won my prize, I got to marry my best friend and soul mate and we are about to welcome two healthy babies into this world." Chase says.

"Aww baby." Eden replies.

"I mean it.   If I win the Cup it will just be icing on the already perfect cake." Chase says.

"I love you Clyde and no matter what happens you are a champion in my eyes." Eden says.

Chase kisses her head.   They then headed down to the track.   Chase did what he needed to do.  Finally they were standing at the car during the National Anthem.   Eden had her arm looped through Chase's and had her head on his shoulder.   Chase had his head leaned against hers.   Finally it was time for Chase to get into the car.

"Good luck baby." Eden says kissing him.

"Thank you baby." Chase says.

Eden grabs his hand putting it on her belly.

"Lil Chase and Baby Girl say Good luck daddy." Eden says.

"My whole world." Chase says kissing her rubbing her belly.

Finally Chase gets into the car.   Eden with the help of Bill and Allan gets onto the pit box and takes her seat.    Eden was so excited and nervous.    Cindy and Bill climb up along with Casey's parents and of course Fletch.   Eden didn't go anywhere with out him.

"I am glad you guys are here.  I have a question I want to ask." Eden says to Casey's parents.

"What is that darling?" They ask.

"So our little boy is going to be William Clyde Elliott the third and I want to name our little girl Casey Leeann Elliott after Casey.   But I didn't want to do it without asking first." Eden says.

"Oh Eden, that is so beautiful.   We would be honored for you to name your little girl after our Casey." They say.

"Yes Eden that is a very touching tribute.   I know it will mean the world to Chase as well." Cindy says.

"Yes it will.   Also like that you are carrying on Chase and the Elliott's  name by naming your boy after Chase." Bill says.

Eden smiled.   She was so happy that she got a long with Chase's parents.   

"So when are you guys going to get re married in front of family and friends." Cindy asks.

"I am not sure.  I think we are playing it by ear.   Want to welcome the twins before we think of anything else." Eden replies.

"That is probably good. " Bill says.

They chat about everything and anything as they watched the race.   It kept their nerves down.    

The laps were winding down and Chase was leading.   Eden started to get excited but nervous at the same time.

"Come on baby, come on baby, come on baby." Eden chants.

"Eden honey calm down.   All this excitement isn't good for those little ones growing in your belly."  Cindy says.

"Nope specially with you being so close to being due." Bill says.

"I know but trust me they are kicking so they know their daddy is about to win." Eden says.

And Chase won the race and the championship.   Eden was so happy.   They all leave the box and head to victory lane.    After Chase did his burn outs he finally pulled into victory circle.   He gets out of the car and Eden swarmed him with a big hug.

"I am so proud of you baby." Eden says.

"Thank you princess. " Chase says kissing her not caring that it was on TV.

Eden grabs his hand putting it on her belly.

"The twins say congrats daddy." Eden says.

Chase bends down kissing her belly twice.

"Daddy loves you both so much. "Chase says.

He then looks over at his dad.

"Do you have it?" Chase asks.

"Yes son I do." Bill replies.

He then hands him a small box.

"What is going on?" Eden asks.

Chase drops to his knee taking Eden's hand, "Eden Rose will you marry me?" Chase asks opening the ring box.

"Oh Clyde, yes yes yes yes a million times yes!" Eden exclaims.

Chase slips the ring on her finger.   He then gets up and kisses her.   Everyone cheers.   They take pictures lots and lots of pictures.   Chase made sure she was in most of them showing off her ring.   Chase had media and lots of it.   As things were winding down Eden grabbed the checkered flag and headed back to the coach with Fletch.      She heads to their bedroom and strips out of her clothes.   She wraps the flag around her and waits.

A little bit later she hears the coach door open.

"Eden baby." Chase says.

"Bedroom baby." Eden calls out.

Chase enters a few minutes later still dressed in his firesuit.   He looks at Eden as she kneels up on the bed.

"God you are so beautiful baby." Chase says.

"Come and get your prize." Eden says.

Chase walks over to her.   He pulls her in for a kiss as he takes the flag off her throwing it.    Eden starts to take his firesuit off pushing it down to his waist.   She then lifts his under shirt up over his head throwing it.   She runs her fingers down his chest to the band of his boxers.

"Eden." Chase moans breath hitching.

"Is that a champagne bottle in your hand." Eden asks.

"Yeah baby I have plans for it later but please finish what you started." Chase begs.

He throws the bottle on the side of the bed as Eden finished undressing him.

"Always so hard baby." Eden says licking her lips.

"Just one look at you baby. Beautiful full of me and I get hard." Chase says.

"Good. Now what do you want to do Clyde it's your night." Eden says.

"I want you to ride me if you can." Chase says.

Eden grabs him pushing him down on the bed. She then climbs up in his lap.

"God baby you are so sweaty and icky and god it's turning me on." Eden moans rubbing his tip along her entrance lining up.

"God baby don't tease." Chase moans.

Eden pushes down onto him and starts to move up and down.

"Fuck." Eden moans it felt so good.

"Eden baby." Chase moans moving with her.

Eden kisses him as she moves. They move their hips together in sync. They kiss as they battle for control of the kiss.

"Chase." Eden calls out his name like an animal as she cums hard.

"Eden god." Chase groans as he cums inside her.

They ride it out. Chase then lays her back onto the bed.

"God please." Eden begs needing more.

"Soon baby but first I want to do something with you. Do you trust me?" Chase asks.

"With my life." Eden replies.

"Good now prop your self up on some pillows baby." Chase says.

Eden does as he asked. She watched as he got the champagne bottle. He pours some down her belly until the top of her pubic bone. He then licks and sucks it up.

"Chase fuck that's hot." Eden moans watching.

He pours a little bit more onto her pussy and starts to drink up while he fucked her with his tongue.

"God that's it baby right there." Eden moans.

Chase kept going knowing what she liked.

"Chase fuck." Eden moans as she came again.

Chase lapped it up licking her clean. He then pours a little bit of champagne into his mouth. He hovers over Eden. He leans down taking her mouth with his dropping it into her mouth. Eden sucks it down as Chase pushes into her.

They fuck until they could barely move and then head to shower before laying in bed.

"I think I need to win more championships." Chase says.

"Trying to fuck these babies right on out of me. But seriously baby congratulations I'm so proud of you." Eden says.

"Thanks baby." Chase says.

They end up falling asleep both exhausted yet content.

[rpmemesbyarat]

RP meme from Tori Amos quotes

- Healing takes courage, and we all have courage, even if we have to dig a little to find it.

- I think that people who can't believe in fairies aren't worth knowing.

- I know I'm an acquired taste - I'm anchovies. And not everybody wants those hairy little things.

- Some of the most wonderful people are the ones who don't fit into boxes.

- I have so many different personalities in me and I still feel lonely.

- The violence between women is unbelievable.

- I'm too wacky for most weirdos. Who am I to judge?

- If they keep crashing stuff into the moon, the moon's gonna get pissed off, and the tides'll change, and all the women'll start PMS-ing together. Then you guys are going to fucking regret it.

- If you really want a challenge, just deal with yourself.

- I don't see myself as weird, I just see myself as honest.

- I see the dream and I see the nightmare, and I believe you can't have the dream without the nightmare.

- Some people are afraid of what they might find if they try to analyze themselves too much.

- Once the bleeding starts, the cleansing can begin.

- On some of my darkest days, Lucifer's the one who comes and gives me an ice cream.

- Most people would rather be sheep than stand on their own with antlers on.

- The sense of loss is such a tricky one, because we always feel like our worth is tied up into stuff that we have, not that our worth can grow with things we are willing to lose.

- When you've got the virgin and the whore sitting next to each other, they're likely to judge each other harshly.

- I think you have to know who you are.

- Get to know the monster that lives in your soul.

- Dive deep into your soul and explore it.

- I don’t want to renounce my dark side.

- The truth has always held an enormous interest for me.

- Healing for me is being able to sit next to the butcher and say 'Yes, I’m sitting next to the butcher now,' instead of saying 'there is no butcher'.

- This is very simple in the world of chicks; some are hoochies, some are not, and some should never try to be.

- We don't often see our own stories. Good artists are the ones that whisper our own stories back to us.

- Music is about all of your senses, not just hearing.

- Again, we go back to the power of words and how they can make you feel. They bring liberation or stagnation, they're chains.

- You don't have to apologize for growing and learning and changing your mind.

- Music has an alchemical quality.

- Certain relationships can just wear you down.

- Containment of your opinion is a must if you are going to nurture an artist's development.

- It's a good thing I'm curious, because sometimes I just research how a soccer player kicks a ball and the impact it has on his foot. I haven't used this yet, but I might.

- But over the years you can cultivate hate for the art you love.

- I don’t believe anyone’s story is boring. Every story has value because it belongs only to you.

- Sometimes I fantasize backstage about how people do their laundry. Woolite? Mixed-color loads? Do they fold? Do they press? Do they Shout it out? And the thing that kills me—do their whites come out dingy?

- Our generation has an incredible amount of realism, yet at the same time it loves to complain and not really change.

- We like our pain. And we’re packaging it, and we’re selling it.

- Festivals or radio shows can be the heavyweight championships of arrogantly detached clusterfucks.

- People who are addicted to power can live on the same street or attend the same school as us or even play on the world stage.

- None of us are this light and dark fantasy. What's dark to you may be light to me and vice versa.

- I don't think that many performers necessarily want to see their audience empowered. I think a lot of performers, no different from priests, need the hierarchy.

- Modern, celebrity-driven entertainment turns the stage into an altar, and so many celebrities refuse to be removed from those altars once they manage to ascend.

- All storytellers, all troubadours worth their salt knew their myths.

- The Sídh's historical myth is the source of the bastardized concept of a fairy—as if anyone gives a rat's ass.

- The problem with Christianity is, they think everything is about outside forces, good and evil. There's not a lot of inner work encouraged.

- Over the last few hours I've allowed myself to feel defeated, and just like she said if you allow yourself to feel the way you really feel, maybe you won't be afraid of that feeling anymore.

- I'm the queen of the nerds.

- Don't give up. Don't listen to these foolish critics that are so small minded they don't get it tonight.

- Sometimes listening to music can motivate you.

- I think even in a good marriage, especially if you stay together long enough, there are going to be events that happen.

- An ounce of breast milk is even more potent than the finest tequila.

- Music is always a reflection of what's going on in the hearts and minds of the culture.

- Many people lock a part of themselves away. It's a bit sacred.

- I've always seen the songs as having a consciousness.

- Our world is a huge mess right now, and not big enough for masses of intolerant people.

- We are all fairies living underneath a leaf of a lily pad.

- That is some funky-fresh, pop lockin' shit.

- If I saw someone destroy a piano I'd fuckin' kill 'em. Wouldn't think twice.

- I experiment with things that are usually an internal experience, because that's just what excites me. And yes, it does sometimes give me visions.

- Some of those trips were eighteen hours long and I'll never forget, once I ended up sitting by the bush trying to ask the flowers why they didn't like me. It's like, Why can't I be your friend?

- You might not like my story because I'm not gonna tell you how it ends yet, and you need to travel it with me.

- I just imagined a huge juicy vagina coming out of the sky, raining blood over all those racist, misogynist fuckers.

- You can't control your popularity

- If you can't create physical life, you find a life force. If that's in music, that's in music.

- I started to find this deep, primitive rhythm, and I started to move to it.

-I held hands with sorrow, and I danced with her, and we giggled a bit

- I usually get myself into situations that cause sparks.

- I love feeling alive, I love walking out in the cold in my bare feet and feeling the ice on my toes.

- For the most part, pianos are female to me.

- Anger is natural. It's part of the force. You just have to learn to hang out with it.

- In our minds, love and lust are really separated.

- I think all the boys that write the screaming stuff would write the best love songs

- When you stop putting yourself on the line, and you don't touch your own heart, how do you expect to touch other people?

- Guys would sleep with a bicycle if it had the right color lip gloss on. They have no shame. They're like bull elks in a field.

- Your worst enemies are made when you ignore people.

- It's as if the horses have come to take us back, to descend, to find the dark side. By dark I mean what's hidden, not necessarily satanic.

- There's room for everybody on the planet to be creative and conscious if you are your own person. If you're trying to be like somebody else, then there is isn't.

- Sometimes you have to do what you don't like to get to where you want to be.

- You know that saying, bad things don't happen to good people? That's a lie.

- I'm not a habit, I'm a lifestyle.

- There are a lot of hidden nerds.

- People who become the front runners often used to be outcasts or loners.

- Um, don't get me wrong because I love boys, it's just that sometimes we don't need you.

- There are only ten ideas under the sun. What makes the difference is how you spice them.

- So I'm in Virginia, and I had crabs--I keep saying that! I had crab sickness, I had eaten bad crabs in Maryland!

- I'm a winter girl; I like coming out when things are desolate and everybody's ready to slit their wrists.

- You can only be you. A lot of times it's never enough for people.

- I've never played the guitar, except throwing it against the wall cause it was pissed off I couldn't play it.

- Truly, I was a sweetheart when I was little, like the Honeysuckle Faery. Sweet-pea. But sweet-peas are not popular after second grade. Sweet-peas become nerds really fast.

- I really enjoy having a giggle with a friend, but then someone crosses my line, then I don't really take it lightly.

- I sometimes forget I'm not 7'2" and a Viking.

- A boundary was crossed. And maybe I drew a boundary, consciously.

- It was a bit violent, a bit sexual.

- When nothing makes sense, music seems to come and bring me a margarita and sit down with me.

- You don't have to justify everything. Being pissed off is just absolutely okay.

- There is a level of the vampire in me, which is OK.

- It hurts me when a woman doesn't come through for me, more than a man.

- I'm a grown woman. I've earned my experiences, my scars.

- What is an angel but a ghost in drag?

- I'm beginning to accept and love the parts of me, of women that I was trained to hate all my life.

- People can be so vicious toward the imaginary world and it saddens me. You kill a lot of little people's dreams that way.

- Even if you don't read history or you aren't interested in anything that happened before the '60s, there are reasons why we think the way we do.

- That's how the story goes but I don't believe the story.

- I would find myself either the lovey-doveyest-woviest sweet pea, or a mad-woman.

- I believe in eating.

- You can't change what happened. And nobody's asking you to forgive.

- Why be afraid of these cuddly, soft, adorable things?

- I have good days. Like if I get really good coffee ice cream with just the right amount of chocolate syrup.

- A lot of people see themselves as victims, even when you have to stand in line for ice cream.

- It's so difficult to be critical of children because they need to discover themselves. We're always telling them, "No, the tree has green leaves!"

- I'm tired of being a rebel. Now I just want to be me.

- When things get really empty for me, empty in my outer life, in my inner life, the music world, the songs come across galaxies to find me.

- Do you know what it's like to be a girl and have blood running down your legs and think that you're dying, just because no one's told you that's what happens? It's horrible.

- An angel's face is tricky to wear constantly.

- Mess with me and you will not survive.

- I think that happiness is when you can let yourself feel every emotion you want at any time instead of being a lying little fuck.

- I'm not into this dieting thing.

- The cross has been used as a weapon, as it has been used against all women throughout the ages. And that's the greatest evil of all.

- I think you've got to find a giggle somewhere in stuff that would scare the poop outta ya.

- A cornflake girl is Wonderbread whereas a raisin girl is whole wheat bread.

- I would like to think I'm a raisin girl, because in my mind they're more open minded. Cornflake girls are totally self centered, don't care about anything or anybody.

- I like butter and the people who like butter."

- I'm known as that girl who has tea with the Devil.

- I'm not afraid of sadness.

- Everybody has creativity and each person has it in a different way. Some people aren't musical, some musicians can't even think about painting or gardening. There's so many different ways to be creative.

- I wanna be burned, definitely burned, like the witches.

- Give the kids tools, so they can go build their own houses; not the blueprint of what the houses should be.

- Look at me now. I'm breast feeding pigs.

- I wish I had more of a sense of humor.

- I can be so hard on people.

- If somebody's being a jerk, I would like to go wee on their head. And then I do that, mentally.

- The people on the internet know more about what I am doing than I do. Like, they will say that I am going to be in this mall on this day, and sure enough, I am there!

- I'm like a lioness who kills her own prey and no one else has to kill for her. But if some other lioness comes to me and says "I just got a good prey, do you want a piece?" I can say "of course" - and the other way around.

- There are things that I would disagree with Jesus about, and I feel really good about that.

- History has recorded some pretty nasty things that have happened to people. I think we remember. I think it's in our cells and I think it can still hurt sometimes."

- I don't believe in the saying that it all happens for the best, it's just not appropriate.

- Of course I believe in past lives, I mean, three quarters of the human race believes this, it's not like a great new thought here.

- I use innocence in my demeanor like a Venus flytrap.

- I do like to talk about things no one wants to hear at the dinner table.

- I'm not interested in being a really nice person; I want to be a creative, responsible person that's balanced.

- Boys are cute but food is cuter

- Do any of you dream about crocodiles?

-I know I dream about crocodiles. I'm obsessed with them.

- If people can't see things from the other side that's not my problem, it's theirs.

- I think I give equal time in my hatred, right?

- Sometimes I'm mad at some guy, sometimes I'm mad at some girl, and sometimes I'm totally loving some guy, so and sometimes I'm loving some girl.

_ Well, Pele is the volcano goddess and I thought of like, um, sacrificing some of the boys in my life to her but then I decided that that wasn't really a very good idea.

- Anger originates from envy and outrage, not being seen, not being heard.

- We don't know where souls go when they die. We don't know a lot of things. We didn't create the planets. We didn't do this all by ourselves. So, therefore, why wouldn't there be a creative force if it can create humans and planets?

- I've been hanging out with some of the Hell's Angels in England. They're some of the sweetest people I've ever met.

- Real friends have to be understanding of each other, and their faults.

- I think I'm really hard to get to know on a personal level.

- Thailand is calling me.

- People I see laughing all the time, check for razor blades in their anal-force underwear, because it's just a little lie.

- I'm not interested in taking drugs. I do hallucinogens once in a while for journey experiences.

- I hear the wine. It's like a structure. I see it as a piece. I hear it before I taste it. It's calling me. And then I start to hear it when I'm tasting it.

- Not that I use crystal suppositories, I'm not New Age.

- A peach tree says, 'Some of me will be juicy and some of me will be dry I'm not growing for you; I grow because that's what I do.' You always hear some person complain about how dry their peach is and the peach says, 'It's not our fault you have no understanding on the proper use for dry peaches.'

- My theory is that women were the Mona Lisas for a long time and now men are Mona Lisas with little goatees. They are our muses.

- If you're gonna tell a story, you have to grow into the head of the rapist as well as the raped.

- He was a lite sneeze, and not the flu. Most boys would like to think they're the flu, wouldn't they? But they're really just a achoo.

- If you call me an airy-fairy new age hippy waif, I will cut your penis off.

- It's a double-edged sword and if you pretend you don't want it you're a liar and that is going to rip your soul to pieces.

- I'm always dreaming that these bulls are chasing me. Half the time I don't get away - I almost get over the fence, and then they gore me.

- I believe in energy, everything is energy. And therefore sometimes magic can be created if somebody is open to letting energy do what it does, instead of being so cynical, that you miss magic happening.

- I feel like a work really has many sides to it when people have such extreme reactions. When a work is greeted with just, 'Oh, you know, it's nice', then it's not affecting people. So love it or hate it, that's okay.

- I am a real believer in looking at pain and taking it out shopping.

- The music is the magic carpet that other things take naps on.

- I just try to strip myself, peel myself like an onion. At different layers I discover stuff.

- Why is the world where it is? It's so deep-rooted, if we really start looking, and we might not like what we find. But I think we have to, we have to ask the questions.

- I'm beyond the fury of youth.

- I love young women who are angry. They're wild mustangs.

- I didn't want her looking and hearing me and thinking, "Oh my God, that's a scary lady!"

- They felt that it was detrimental material for their children and that it was blasphemous.

- They've decided they kinda' have you figured out.

- My nightmares are so bad, that I mostly reject it when my friends want to take me to a cinema to watch a horror movie. Then I say, "No, thank you. I will dream in a few hours."

- I don't know of anybody who's gonna be fulfilled if they get hit by a bus. You have to surrender to that eternal need to be fulfilled.

- How do you know I'm not having a margarita with Jesus tonight at 10 o'clock?

- Let's be honest, religion has not supported women and men exploring all sorts of their sides, their unconscious. It has not been supportive of, you know, go into the places without shame, without blame, without judgment, and just let yourself really see what's cooking in there.

- I think human beings are so much more capable of what they told us we're capable of.

- Anyone can attend yoga, kabbalah classes, church, lectures by the 'Dalai Lama', yada, yada, yada - but can you be present for your life, and live with the way you treat other people?

- Only a few people should have a "greatest hits". I'm not one of those people.

- I feel like our leaders have hijacked America's personality, and taken her to personality plastic surgery school. And they decided this is who she is.

- The playground is the biggest war-zone in the world.

- You have to read visionaries to have visions.

- They squash the baby bird because their bird got squashed.

- I love reading. I'll read the first sentence and if it makes sense to me I pick it up.

- It's ridiculous saying there's only one true faith, it's like saying there's only one map to get you up the mountain. I want to see those other maps, man.

- I kinda have all the aspects of my personality round one table for spaghetti.

- If it's too loud, turn it up.

- I was doing drugs with a South American shaman, and I really did visit the devil and, well, I had a journey.

- There is no passion without broken crockery.

- You have to ask, how could a nation nearly vote in somebody who isn't qualified for the job?

- We're living in a frightening time and I wish people would wake up and realise they're surrendering their civil liberties.

- Who wouldn't want to shag a queen?

[coffee-n-bagels-comic-universe]

January 3rd or One's Beginning is another's end (Daughters of Darkness)

This passage contains potentially: Explicit Language, Depictions of Violence (including mentions of blood), Smoking, Slang and maybe some bad translations.

Summary: An introduction to the world of the Daughters of Darkness, through the eyes of series protagonist Kirby 'Gluttony' Lucifarian. The first day and night, from her perspective, of them working for the WWF.

Kirby's POV:

Tuesday. The first day of being 'on the job', Tuesday the third of January 1984. Damien got us into the WWF. … Damien, managed to get us into the quickest rising wrestling promotion, popularity wise. To be honest with you, Damien's given us free reign to get to know people, for now. I don't know anyone here. I've heard of people here, such as the most famous giant in the world, and … Hogan.

I'm not here because I earned it, I'm here because I'm a necessity for the team. That's how I view it. That's how I've always viewed it. Vickie needed someone to make fun of and, well, I'm the easiest choice. Then, in the midst of a darker path of thought becoming clearer in my mind...

WHAM

Both me and the figure I waltzed into thudded to the floor, "Oh, my good lord. I'm so sorry are you o..."

I looked at the figure before me, taking in how much trouble I had created in the last three seconds.

Taller than myself.

Head covered by a wild afro.

Around double my weight.

André.

André the giant.

Flat on his arse … because of me.

Oh … Shit.

"Are you alright, Mademoiselle…"

I could tell he was searching for a name but didn't know it. Too frightened to even speak I glanced away. I noticed his shadow move.

"Mademoiselle?"

His footsteps came closer, he sounded … worried, as if he didn't want me to get fired for this.

"Mademoiselle?"

He picked me up, not off the ground, but so I could stand. I whispered out a small 'thank you', or rather 'merci'. His hands still on my shoulders, he smiled sweetly and nodded, as if to beckon forth more words from me.

"I'm Kirby, or rather, Gluttony. I'm new around here."

André grinned, putting his arm around my shoulder, pulling me closer before stopping upon seeing how much taller than every other woman in the company I am.

"Are you, uh …" he searched for the words

"A giant, yes, technically a giantess."

I feel I should summarise the next hour or so, but, André took me on a tour of the backstage area and we talked, about everything. Within an hour I had gained a new friend, a genuine friend, someone who didn't care about my height or looks. I know the only reason he didn't care is because he knows what it's like to be stared at just because you aren't 'normal'.

By the time André's tour had ended it was time for Vickie and Damien's interview with Mean Gene, which I was to attend. I said a goodbye to André and rushed off to perform my usual role.

The Enforcer, or rather, the intimidation device, that's my role in this group, to scare people, that's all I do. Before joining the group I was part of another group back in England, The Celtic Warriors, I was part of a championship winning tag team. Now what am I, a damned intimidation device, a human scare tactic.

The Interview:

Gene's first question for us, actually, Damien and Vickie (whilst I stood behind them and looked 'menacing'), was 'How are you doing so far?'

Damien began, "You know something, Gene, my girls have yet to have a match, but we are doing absolutely fine. In shape, ready to rock, ready to roll. Gene, every one of the Daughters of Darkness are doing fine."

Vickie followed suit, "Just look at us," She gestured to me and then herself, "Don't we look marvellous, Gene."

Gene smirked, "You could say that again, miss?"

"Pride, though you can call me Vickie."

Damien glared at the smaller man, almost as if he was daring him to try and flirt with her.

Gene readjusted and focused in on the prospect of new women in the WWF and the possibility of more matches. "Uh hum, yes, now how soon do you girls think you'll be seeing a match on the cards?"

"Soon, Gene, Soon." Vickie stated, ending the interview by walking off.

The first night after 'work' was surprisingly normal, Damien and Vickie went off in their rental car, taking Holly and Eli with them whilst the rest of us stood around backstage for a while.

Billie brought a pack of cigarettes and a lighter out of her purse, lighting one up and walking over to me, sitting down on a box placed near by and blowing the smoke away from me she spoke up.

"What's up with you, Tall-ass."

"Thinking."

"Dangerous pastime hermana."

"I know, hermana"

"You collect phrases, don' cha?"

"They may come in handy, Billie, one day."

"You going to the gym tomorrow?"

"Of course. Gotta train. Gotta … gotta settle in somehow, right?"

"Right, mi hermana, I'll see you around, alright?"

"See ya, Billie."

She waved back at me as she walked away.

Billie was the only person who knew that I 'collected' those little phrases that seem like nothing until spoken. Language isn't my strongest aspect, more often than not I'm silent and I try to avoid other peo-

"Hey! watch where you're walking man!" I yelped out, shocked back into the present moment. Instantly regret flooded my mind as I realised who had barged past me to get out of the building.

Big John Studd.

One of the most disrespectful 'giants' in the world of wrestling. famous for being the one man who pisses André off more than anyone else, including the Iron Sheik.

He sneered back a quick, "Who gives a fuck." and continued to stroll away.

That … that fuckwit. Who does he think he is. I felt a gentle hand place itself on my shoulder. I turned, expecting to see Eli or P.G, I was face to, well, chin with André.

"Forget about him," He started, with that same sweet, friendly smile from earlier, "Damien said you may need a ride back to the hotel. I don't recommend you walk back now, too dark out for a young lady such as yourself."

The way his R sounds turned into faint W's and he missed off or faintly implied H's was calming. Almost in the same way that hearing a parents voice would calm a child after a nightmare.

"Oh, uh, it's okay André, I was going to get a taxi."

He nodded in response, somehow both downhearted and curious, as if he knew that I was either lying to him or if I did get a taxi, the immense pain my back would be in the following day. André sauntered off, leaving me, once again by myself.

I don't mind being alone, in fact most of my life I have been alone, always the outcast, it was only when I got into wrestling that it started to change.

I picked up my bag and started walking, buttoning up my shirt up to the top of my chest, my near-neon orange shirt covering down to my mid-forearm, hiding any noticeable tattoos, except the one on my wrist, when I turned eighteen, I got a small, runic 'R' on my right wrist, in remembrance of my uncle Rory, the tallest of my dad's brothers.

It took about an hour to get to the hotel, an hour of walking through a city I'm not familiar with, when I eventually got to the hotel I went straight to my room and locked myself in. All alone, I could practice or train if I wanted, so I did.

I took off my black shirt, shoes and belt and I stood in the middle of the hotel room and practiced punching, then I switched to doing my warmups and working out, push-ups, planks, squats. By the time I finished it must've been around midnight, maybe one or two am. I got some sleep, waking up at six, getting changed into some fresh workout gear and headed straight to the gym.

You meet all sorts of characters at a gym, or so I've been told. Back in England I would go to my parents house and use our home-made gym to work out. Not an option that I have anymore, however, the moment I got into the gym, I felt like I was in a whole new world, as if I was just getting into the business all over again. I scanned for any faces that I knew, Mr Fuji, Tonga Kid, Sgt Slaughter, Don Muraco, Lou Albano, Iron Sheik, Freddie Blassie, Tito Santana, Jimmy Snuka, Bob Backlund, Gene and Pat, David Schultz, and … who is that?

I walked over to David and this mystery guy, nodding at David and heading to the heavy bag next to them.

"Mornin' Gluttony, André's been talkin' about ya."

"Oh really, Mr Schultz?" I tried to keep my breath noises to a minimum as I continued to hit the bag.

The mystery guy snickered, quickly shutting up after Schultz glared at him.

"C'mon girl, you know you can call me David. An' yeah," He stopped punching and instead leaned on the heavy bag in front of him, forcing the other guy to hold it still "Giant's been talking about him havin' a new friend and how much he likes ya."

"He's a good man, it's good to have friends in new places. Who's your pal, David?"

He smiled and slung his arm around the shorter man, "This here, this is Roddy Piper. He's like you."

I tilted my head slightly to try and make him explain further.

"You are Scottish, right?"

"I'm a quarter Scottish. Anyway, Piper, Do you speak Gaelic?"

"Uh, no, I can play the bagpipes however." his eyes lit up slightly, a sort of mad fire behind a haze of brown or maybe dark blue.

"Well, I'll see you around I guess, I've gotta warm up for later though."

I tried to block the two men out and focus on my own workout but Piper seemed to stick around a lot longer than David. He was still there when my workout ended.

"What do you want?"

"You're a quarter Scottish, you're also a giant. How do you fight? Show me." He seemed to get more energetic the more he talked.

"Right now?"

He nodded, "Right now, c'mon."

He led me to a ring that some other wrestlers were using to brush up their skills.

From the looks of the ring, it was actually used for boxing.

Roddy entered the ring the same way as most six-foot-two guys did, through the top and middle ropes. I tested the ropes, and seeing that they had just enough slack, used them to jump over the top rope.

"I've never seen a girl do that before."

"Mistake number one, I'm a woman, not a girl. Mistake number two, you expected a giant to be normal."

He scoffed out a laugh and got ready to lock up.

We locked up and Piper hit me with a knee to the stomach.

I got him back with an Irish whip into the corner, accidentally winding him by being too stiff.

"You're gonna pay for that, lass." He snarled out, already getting pissed off.

I sized him up, trying to see how high I would have to get myself in order to dropkick him to the mat.

Piper tried to hit me with a running high knee strike but I countered with a dropkick, taking us both down to the mat and slamming my face into the mat.

The mat was a lot harder than I was used to, it felt like I had rammed my head straight into a cinderblock, I started breathing heavier than before.

I rolled over and put my arms up, making an 'X' with my forearms. Piper stopped and walked over.

"You alright?"

I shook my head.

He knelt down and pulled me up into a sitting position.

I hesitated, knowing I had to take my mask off to see what was wrong but truly not wanting to. Piper managed to unbuckle the straps of my mask and winced as he saw what was underneath. My mind went slightly mad not knowing if he was wincing at the injury I had caused myself or the fact that, compared to the rest of the D.O.D, I'm truly the worst looking, beauty-wise, that is.

Hitting my mouth so hard on the canvas of the mat below us, I had managed to hit my mask in a way that the bottom edge, which curved under my chin, cut into my flesh and made me bleed.

I put my hand up to the cut and Piper quickly held my arm by the wrist and shook his head, "Don't you dare."

By the time I received medical aid, which consisted of cleaning the cut and putting a band-aid on it, Piper had given me back my mask and asked if he could work out with me sometime. Knowing that he was currently on a different show, I said sure and we had split ways.

END OF ONE'S BEGINNING IS ANOTHER'S END / JANUARY 3RD