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leclerc-s · 4 months

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there’s no separating work husbands

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rowan todd i now realize i have been silently suffering for far too long.

bailey winters LMAOOOOO!!! SUCK IT!! rowan todd you have no room to talk winters.

daniel jones-ricciardo suffering from what?

fernando alonso third-wheelitis

sebastian vettel that's not a word. fernando alonso it is now!

logan sargeant how are we supposed to believe that those two are mature adults?

ollie bearman better question, how are any of you adults?

alex albon sometimes it's a miracle any of us have lived as long as we have

yuki tsunoda I'M BACK BITCHES!

rhys jones has he always been here? isabella perez he muted us after pierre left RB and only popped in to make fun of pierre every once in a while.

rowan todd there he is, the bane of my existence.

yuki tsunoda little me?

lance stroll i'm convinced who's afraid of little old me was written for yuki, mae, and penelope.

charles leclerc now why would you tell them? mae jones-verstappen we can read this you fake bitch.

pierre gasly YUKI!!

yuki tsunoda PIERRE!

max jones-verstappen they're married. the faster we admit it the faster it's over.

mick schumacher that sure doesn't stop you from third wheeling daphne and daniel. max jones-verstappen sometimes i have to fight the urge to punch you schumacher.

yuki tsunoda if it helps, you're my favorite gasly rowan.

pierre gasly what the fuck yuki?

freya vettel this is yuki's 'breaking my silence' video.

yuki tsunoda rowan still visits me, unlike someone.

rowan todd it's true and he feeds me in return.

lance stroll because fuck the french right?

yuki tsunoda yes!

daphne jones-ricciardo i don't think i've ever seen a third-wheel and the significant other ganging up on the other person in the relationship.

sebastian vettel rowan and yuki like to defy the odds.

mick schumacher like alex and george when they dare each other to do stupid shit.

george russell SHUT YOUR MOUTH SCHUMACHER!! alex albon shut up mick!

ollie bearman i'm never introducing my girlfriend to you people.

isabella perez well you have to because i'm your mother.

pato o'ward you must oliver!

gael perez leave the poor boy alone oh my god.

dulce perez says the nosiest bitch in this group chat.

rowan todd i've been kicked out of my own apartment by my own boyfriend.

bailey winters it's almost too funny i have to laugh. rowan todd zip it winters.

isabella perez wait, they actually kicked you out?

rowan todd pierre told me, 'yuki forgot to get something, can you go grab it for us?'

rowan todd i thought they were sending me to yuki's car, but noooo!

rowan todd they sent me to the fucking store to pick it up.

daphne jones-ricciardo sometimes i genuinely feel bad for you rowan

dulce perez why sometimes?

daphne jones-ricciardo she chose pierre. this is no one's fault but hers.

mae jones-verstappen well you're the one who invited them both to your party, so if anything this is your fault.

natalia ruiz was she supposed to know rowan would decide, 'yeah, i want that french fucker.'

penelope trevino just start a pierre gasly hate club. have yuki and esteban join you.

isabella perez ooh! i'll join too, i'm still mad he ate my churros that one time. natalia ruiz count me in too tf. mae jones-verstappen i have pent up rage against pierre for making fun of me after my break up with max. count me in too.

isabella perez pierre's kind of an ass, why are you with him rowan?

rowan todd i can fix him (no really i can)

daphne jones-ricciardo remember what the ending line of that song is? 'woah, maybe i can't'

penelope trevino but she did?

natalia ruiz pierre is an asshole on the outside but on the inside he's a huge softie. we all know this.

mae jones-verstappen but it's so funny to shit on him.

daphne jones-ricciardo just hang out with yuki without him. make him suffer.

rowan todd that's actually a smart idea. brb going to ask yuki to grab lunch with me.

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rowantodd not pictured is yuki screaming for help because pierre almost set the kitchen on fire. i was also sent to get the groceries while pierre 'hung out' with yuki.

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yukitsunoda0511 thank you for having me rowan!!

↳ rowantodd you're welcome to come back anytime yuki, but please leave your assistant at home.

↳ pierregasly this is slander against me.

landonorris i need to find someone who looks at me the way yuki looks at pierre

↳ baileywinters so guess who's single now.

↳ landonorris baby no! i didn't mean it like that!

user52 damn third wheeling in her own home

↳ user79 it seems like they're forcing pierre to third wheel them

user61 what dignified little lady martini is!

user25 pierre gasly having a yorkie as a pet was something i never expected when i became a formula 1 fan.

↳ user14 and this man still makes 🐶 jokes.

nataliaruiz not all of us can have a joris third wheel but at least yours feeds you.

↳ rowantodd at least it's not lando.

↳ penelopetrevino he sucks but only i can shit talk him.

↳ landonorris thanks mom!

user89 what a cute family, pierre, his ex-wife rowan, his husband yuki, and their child martini.

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pierregasly ah, my two loves, yuki and martini.

↳ rowantodd this is why i've never written a love song about you.

↳ danieljonesricciardo this is why she got a divorce from you.

estebanocon ah, my favorite member of the gasly family, martini.

↳ rowantodd this is why you're her favorite alpine driver, besides jack

↳ jackdoohan aw shucks i'm honored.

olliebearman if martini goes missing, just know it wasn't me.

user35 everyday i'm reminded that martini is a 'happy divorce day' gift pierre got for rowan.

↳ user66 THAT'S WHY THEY HAVE A DOG??

↳ user35 oh yeah, martini is an 'i'm happy we got a divorce' gift.

jeremyrenner is that tripod guy?

↳ rowantodd please stop.

↳ pierregasly i refuse to believe jeremy renner knows me as tripod guy. i've never been so embarrassed.

↳ isabellaperez is this worse than tom holland referring to you as tripod during the monaco gp?

↳ gaelperez sebastian stan and anthony mackie also know you as tripod.

↳ pierregasly i've never hated myself more.

↳ yukitsunoda0511 HA!

pierre gasly end my suffering.

esteban ocon LMAOOOO!!! SUCK IT BITCH!!

lewis hamilton oh no. what happened now?

pierre gasly THEY'RE GANGING UP ON ME!! I AM SUFFERING!!

sebastian vettel i thought we had another pr nightmare on our hands.

isabella perez no, everything is calm on that front for now.

rhys jones i can start a rumor about daniel being pregnant with max's child?

daniel jones-ricciardo why am i always the victim of his crimes?

rowan todd SUFFER LIKE I HAVE SUFFERED YOU CROISSANT!!

yuki tsunoda I'M STEALING THE GOD!! SHE'S MINE NOW!

pierre gasly YOU LEAVE MARTINI ALONE TSUNODA!!

charles leclerc STEAL HIS DOG YUKI! HE TRIED TAKING LEO FROM ME!!

daphne jones-ricciardo did they go out to get lunch without you?

pierre gasly how did you know?

dulce perez it was her idea.

pierre gasly i hope you have issues with your mic in paris daphne.

rhys jones i hope you piss in your tractor of a car pierre.

lance stroll he's scary. keep him away from sharp objects.

rhys jones i'm making it my mission to scare my sisters haters. pierre gasly, you're at the top of my list.

carlos sainz he's what the people describe as feral.

lando norris this is a trick to divert pierre's attention from rowan and yuki.

pierre gasly WHERE ARE YOU PEOPLE!!!

rowan todd YOU'LL NEVER FIND US!!

yuki tsunoda YOU'LL NEVER TAKE US ALIVE!!

pierre gasly i'll find you two. i swear.

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hanging without pierre, this is the best experience either one of us have had. oh look who decided to crash my yuki-time. that was my desert...

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¡leclerc-s speaks! took the weekend off but i’m back! convinced this isn't my best work but it still delivers on humor (i think)

¡disclaimer! this is in no way making assumptions about the people involved in this story, this is all fake. it is a fanfiction please don't take any of what is said seriously. this is all for entertainment purposes and as a creative outlet for me. enjoy!

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rainbowsky · 8 months

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Hi rbs, just want to say thank you for your blog. (Former?) mtjj here that was getting tired of solo fandom toxicity and started questioning things, so I began reading your posts in order to gain another perspective. I really appreciate how organized and easily accessible you have made all your info/metas; you seriously made everything very easy to understand and did I ever fall into the rabbit-hole because of it. To say the least…I’m a clown now 😂

I was just wondering if you’ve came across the following post from yibo yet? I’d love to hear your thoughts because it’s actually what made me start questioning things to begin with: He’s standing with his arm around somebody who has been (conveniently) cut-off, and that person is holding a racket that (coincidentally) looks very similar to xz’s. I can’t find the posts of xz’s tennis racket, so can’t 100% confirm. Just seems very 👀 that he felt the need to cut the person out unless they were somebody who would send his fans into an uproar. But what do I know? I’m probably clowning, just thought it was very interesting!

Take care!

Hi new turtle! 💛🐢💛

Happy to be of service. 😅

I love hearing what transforms someone into a turtle. It's always so interesting! Particularly solos, because I suspect they're a lot less prone to falling into the rabbit hole than the average passerby.

It's true that picture is very 👀. Kind of difficult for anyone to argue that it doesn't look uncannily like GG's racket. I mean...

That's the thing that a lot of solos don't realize. We're not just here crying over a drama from 4 years ago that we can't let go of, or obsessing over fan service or something. We're here for a reason. The supertopics keep growing for a reason. We believe for a reason. There's evidence to support our perspectives. A lot of it. And it's new and fresh, delivered regularly. Turtles are well fed.

Welcome to the orchard, anetaphobia! ☺️

As a new turtle you might also find my masterlist post helpful, although it sounds like you might have already seen it.

Edit: I forgot to add, almost anyone he was hanging out with would be cropped out or covered up with stickers to prevent rumors or fan wars, so the fact that the person is cropped out is not necessarily evidence of anything. But of course, no one would cause quite as much of a stir or quite as many fan wars as GG.

#bjyx #yizhan #the mysteries of yizhan #baby turtle #solos belong to moling su sect #turtle hatchery always active #thanks so much #ask

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racingheartstopper · 2 months

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Hi, I was reading the posts about “calling Lestappen is a stupid ship”, and reminds me of how I begin to ship Lestappen this year (not a very nice year to begin hah). Sorry if i do things wrong first time use anon ask (i dont even think i turned on ask anonymously)

It is exactly because they are not friends (let alone besties). They get along with each other well but they are not friends. I didn’t ship them when I begin to watch F1 racing, and began to wow when I saw Max looking at Charles. I thought they weren’t familiar with each other, but turns out Max cares a lot about Charles, so I was like LEMME SEE WHATS HAPPENING HERE. The fact that they enjoy staying with each other, both live in Monaco, having common friends but choose not to hang out too much is so interesting and funny. It’s more like they choose not to hang out together. I honestly dont think they will run out of topic when they sit together, but they choose not to do so is something I can’t get over with. Just like how they are not following each other on Instagram. And that famous video Charles cannot answer if Max is pretty kicks me into Lestappen!!! Charles is PR trained even during that time, but he made that question so awkward it’s almost like he tries too hard to hide the feelings that he forgot to put the proper PR face on. And he cannot stop thinking about Max after that question, he even give the light colour eye question for free. Like I know immediately he was fully thinking about Max for that ten or something seconds. Something between them made them not besties, not gonna hang out too often, too simple to say rivals, too much complex feelings.

And how rb pr treats Lestappen ship. Max is the type of person cannot pr even if he tries. The rb pr does it in such a smart way that almost make me feel its because it would be better to put this into the sun rather than pretend the feelings never exists.

I think if one day they become besties, openly follow each other’s account, hang out often, openly say they think the other one looks so handsome all ppl in paddock are crazy about other, and hug each other firmly properly like how they choose to do to others, that’s the day I can officially graduate from the ship.

Sorry this is long, its just that blog you reposted reminds me a lot of how I begin to ship Lestappen. Enjoy the day :DDD

Hi, don’t worry, my first time using it too!

And I so get what you are saying! For me it was kind of the same, only a bit earlier. Somewhere early in ‘21. Was just online when I saw something lestappen. And I was like those two don’t even like each other. And bear in mind there used to be a lot less content and interactions than we have now. But the dynamic got me hooked.

After that the story kind of wrote itself.

It’s just fun. And at the end of the day. A ship is all it is and hope we can enjoy that peacefully in the confinement’s of tumblr

#lestappen

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joleneghoul · 2 years

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GROOVY!

I almost forgot I’m allowed to publicly share my “Behind The Mayhem” electric mayhem Zine piece today. So here’s Janice, one of my favorite ever muppets.

Don’t use or repost || rbs and likes ok!

#janice muppets #electric mayhem #the muppets #behind the mayhem zine #my art.png #eyestrain #maybe

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yujeong · 4 months

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I hope it's ok to throw up some Pete thoughts into your inbox, but that last rb of the fake vegaspete scenes has me thinking soooo many thoughts too. Even thinking about the original scene with Pete giving Porsche blocking advice... Do you think it's hard for Pete not to just see the violence in everything? Do you think it's hard for him to tell the difference? Was it easier for him to project his trauma onto Vegas than it was Porsche? Sorry sorry, my brain is kicking around so many hypotheticals that I almost want to write poetry

Oh anon, first of all, you can always come and throw at me *all* the Pete thoughts, I assume you've seen my blog and know how I'm like about that man. Second of all, damn, those questions are fascinating. I've never actually thought of Pete and violence and sex in that way before, at least not consciously (I think - I've only been thoroughly obsessing over him for almost 2 years lol). But anyway, for starters, I don't believe Pete is a stranger to sex. Even if he's a virgin in the show (something that was never confirmed), he's not oblivious to it. No matter the show's insistence at using Pete for comedic purposes in regards to him not knowing KP were a thing, I refuse to believe it! So, while, unfortunately, the scene with Porsche and the hickeys cannot really be interpreted in any other way than Pete having misunderstood what he saw on Porsche's neck, your question raises a good point for his character: does every act, including sex, involve violence for him? In my opinion, yes. Yes it does. Pete seeing the potential violence in everything could be a trauma response or a defense mechanism, both of which highly probable, as evidenced in ep4 with the table scene (though in that one, we had actual violence and potential escalated violence, depending on Tankhun's behaviour which Pete tried to control). Because of this, I don't think it's a matter of him finding it hard or not; it's a subconscious thing. I also don't think it'd be hard for him to tell the difference, but rather, Pete wouldn't *need* to tell the difference, because sex isn't something made for him. He's never thought it'd be something he would experience in his life before Vegas, so why distinguish one kind of violence from another? This is one of the main reasons why I utterly love their NC scene: it wasn't violent. Sure, it might have been painful - Pete hadn't completely healed yet, he was still wearing bandages and, depending on one's headcanon or not, penetration surely hurt to some degree - but it wasn't violent. It was hot kisses and licking necks and ass eating and slow thrusts and more kisses and.. yeah, you get the point. I believe it wasn't what Pete expected, same as the audience who witnessed it. Perhaps he expected another kind of violence, but got something completely different in the end, which is why Vegas using the handcuff again hit Pete so hard. The usual kind of violence returning, after the lack of it. He got too comfortable. He forgot to protect himself from the violence. Now, in regards to your last question, I believe Vegas' trauma is easier for Pete to project himself onto because it's a mirror (something @loveliesblood has actually said, because their brilliant character interpretations are brilliant). Pete's been there before, so he can empathize with a lost Vegas who's only response to the abuse is to blame himself. There's also the safety of distance: the days he'd been subjected to boxing against his will are over, so he's not in direct danger of his father abusing him like Vegas is. With Porsche, it's a little tricky. Taking as a hypothetical that he learns about what happened to Porsche somehow, the story hits a little *too* close to home for him to be able to process the trauma. There's no distance this time: it's here and now and he has to face it. But Pete is a hypocrite with no clue of what introspection means, so he shields himself from it, like he tries to do in ep13, in the infamous bathtub scene with Porsche, my favourite scene in the whole show. He cowers and hides and deflects. It's gorgeously agonizing to watch and I love it so, so much. This ended up being a little too long and I'm scared that I fucked up your incredible ask, but to salvage it a little bit, I'd like to highly encourage you to write the poetry you mentioned; we can never have enough of it, especially in the VP fandom. I'm sure it'll be wonderful ❤️ (Shoutout to @musictooth and their series of made-up vegaspete scenes, thank you so much for the brainworms haha)

#I'm sorry if I fucked up the questions anon #I loved your ask so much #I'm not sure I answered well but I hope you'll enjoy reading my thoughts regardless #but the different kinds of violence #and Pete's headspace about them #ohh this will stay with me #vegaspete #asks

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anonduck07 · 5 months

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Miami ✅

Absolutely insane race, I still can’t believe Lando’s got a win now but it makes so much sense that his first would be in Miami lol

Anyways I couldn’t fit in in here but congrats to RB for getting double points this weekend!! So deserved 💙💙

I also forgot the incident with Perez locking up and going wide losing his P3 spot and !!almost!! hitting some drivers at the race start

#f1 #formula one #miami gp 2024 #lando norris #max verstappen #charles leclerc #esteban ocon #daniel ricciardo #alpine #oscar piastri #race recap #quali recap

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blooming-violets · 5 months

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Shit I forgot to put this in my rb but I wanted to ask what do you think would happen to reader if Peter actually went through with it? I'd like to be a but optimistic and say she surely but slowly recovers from it all but I'm not so sure. How would Aunt May react to that? Becoming a widow then a grieving mother in the span of a few years? Sorry I don't mean to be pushy but like I said I loved the way you beautifully crafted this story from an ask

Trigger Warnings!!!!: it's all about suicide and talking about it and discussing it, it is not something everyone feels comfortable reading or conversing about so please don't continue if it is too upsetting for you, Peter Parker kills himself and I write about it, Gwen's death ptsd is explored and he sees her as a rotting corpse version of herself who talks to him before he dies, the grief of losing someone you love to suicide is also talked about, it's all depressing but if you love depressing angst shit then come on over and join in (not join in on the killing yourself part jfc I mean joining in on the talking about this story) READ AT YOUR OWN DISCRETION only you know what you are capable of handling when you read. I can't help you any further than explaining the warnings.

Previous posts where this is all discussed:

[first part] [second part] and I rewrite this drabble from two years ago to fit this story but you can read the original here if you feel like it (it ends with less death that this one).

One of my darker, more angsty headcanons is that Peter kills himself by throwing himself off the same clock tower Gwen died in. It takes a few years for it to get rebuilt back to it's former glory. Peter patiently waits those years until it's finally finished. Almost a quiet, stoic sort of patience. A little scary with how composed he is. Like not given any indication of his plans. He wears a beautifully composed mask until the day it happens because he is so sure in his plans and doesn't want a single person to sway him from them. He's stubborn and set in his ways and this is what he feels he needs to do. This headcanon doesn't exactly fit into the story I wrote as that version of Peter is much more unhinged in his actions, and I don't think clocktower Peter could ever let himself get into a relationship because he's too obsessed with Gwen still and knows he's going to die so he's not going to bring anyone else into that mess, but it's just a little random headcanon I always had so I thought I would share since this is suicide talking hour. Maybe I can rework it a bit to fit with this story better.

Let's say unhinged Peter (as I'm calling him now lol) does let the ghosts win. What happens to our Reader character would entirely depend on when in the relationship he went through with it. If she's too far gone and too far down the hole after Peter, then I sort of fear for her future. Unless she has someone really important in her life who would help her, I think she would just keep sinking until she ended up back on that ledge, except this time there's no Peter to catch her. And I personally don't think she has anyone that close to her, especially after mentioning that all her friends stopped texting her or asking her to hang out. They all kind of gave up on her so, when she's at her lowest, I really don't think anyone would be the wiser due to the isolation they both put themselves in.

I want to rewrite something I wrote two years ago that either wasn't that great and people didn't like or it just slipped under the radar (because it wasn't about an x reader or love or anything, it was just Peter's ptsd taking over and sometimes people don't give a shit about a fic if it isn't tagged with x reader). It fits really well in this new story to help show what could go on in Peter's head with how terribly Gwen still sticks with him and what exactly it is he's "seeing" that would push him to throwing himself off a building.

Cut to me pausing to frantically google if Peter Parker could survive a fall off a building or if his super powers make him strong enough to withstand it...

Okay maybe falling isn't the best plan of action but I really like (like isn't the right word but I'm going with it) that idea of him mimicking Gwen's death because he's so haunted by it. He would want to feel what she felt. He would want to go the same way. So for the sake of this story, he's can't withstand that fall.

“Leave me alone!” Peter shouted into the dark shadows of the clock tower. He sat huddled against the newly built glass wall that domed up over his head. The bright, white light of the moon hung in the sky above him and casted wavering shadows around him to mess with his vision. The turning of grinding gears below him haunted his memories of the night Gwen died. Eight years and she still haunted him every time he dared to fall asleep.

He couldn't take it anymore. His head was a mess. His thoughts were spinning.

He was just so tired.

He had fallen asleep here accidentally. Maybe if he went to the source of the problem, she would disappear. It was a stupid plan

It only made her stronger. This was where his ghost of her was most alive.

Maybe that's why he really showed up. He wanted to see her. He wanted to finally confront his demons. She was calling to him and he had to answer.

He had slipped a crushed up sleeping pill into his girlfriends water during dinner. He carried her bed, tucked her in, and kissed her soft and gently. She didn't need to see this. This wasn't for her. She needed to be free of him. He needed to let her go before it was too late. She wouldn't understand at first but, maybe, with time...

What had time ever done for him except make Gwen stronger?

He slipped an envelope onto the bedside table beside her. One for her. One for May. He wasn't sure if he would make it home this time. His mind could still change. He could still make it back before she woke up.

But they were.

Just in case.

He couldn't leave them with nothing.

She was here now. Ready to haunt him like usual. Ready to take over and ruin him. Night after night. Day after day. She was always there. Gwen never left. She walked beside him through it all.

Tonight, she was angry. Furious. This was where he had let her die. Of course, she would be the most powerful here.

He no longer had his girlfriend to help soften Gwen's blows. There was no one to intervene. Only him and Gwen. Stuck in a staring contest. Sizing each other up.

The sunken in face of his dead lover glared back at him from just below his edge of his of his perch, trembling from the sight under him. She was standing on top of a giant gear, watching him, judging him. A large smile grew across her pale, bluing lips. It was too wide. Too big for her face. Her teeth looked rotten and jagged inside of her mouth. A trickle of blood slowly trailed out of her nostril.

“What’s the matter, Peter?” She taunted. Her sickly voice swirled around his head like a swarm of mosquitos. “Did you miss me? Is that why you came here? To see me clearly again? Well, here I am. Look at me. Dead. Putrefied. All for you. Aren't I beautiful? This is what you've done to me.”

A loud sob shuddered through his chest and ripped out his throat. He brought up a hand to wipe away the snot flowing freely out his nose. This nightmare was too familiar. He knew this too well. He didn't feel like he was dreaming this time. He never did.

If it wasn't a dream then his mind was truly gone. Distinguishing between reality and fiction was something he no longer had control over.

This was as real to him as anything.

“Please, Gwen. Please,” he pleaded with her. “Go away. I can’t do this again. Please. You have to let me go."

She tutted her tongue in annoyance and shook her head with disbelief, “Oh, Peter. I have to let you go? Do you think I want to be here?” She became climbing up the gears and the scaffolding towards him. She looked more like himself as she climbed, enhanced and spider-like, taking the movements straight out his brain until she was perching on the ledge beside him. “Do you think this fun for me?”

Peter whimpered in response. His tears were blurring his vision but he was afraid to wipe them away. He was terrified of what might happen if he took his eyes off of her, like watching a snake in the grass, it's better if you can see it in your sights instead of letting it hide and able to strike.

Gwen walked with slow, purposeful steps towards him until she stood directly over him as he cowered backwards on all fours. Under the pale moonlight hanging above them, her skin turned yellow, painted with purpling hues and blacks, and rotting away around her cheekbones to show parts of red, bleeding muscle under the pulled back skin. Her, once vibrant, blonde hair now hung in patchy strands from her head. Most of her hair had fallen out leaving her balding and sickly. When she smiled, browning, broken teeth shone back at him, they hung lose in her jaw, rattling around when she spoke.

She was a walking, decaying corpse sent to haunt him every time he closed his eyes.

“Look at what you’ve done to me!” Her shrill voice echoed off the glass walls. She spun around to show him the back of her head. Her skull was caved in. Parts of brain matter clung to her hair and blood stained what was left of the blonde a deep red. She turned back to face him, leaning in close so she was mere inches away. He could smell the heavy scent of freshly dug dirt and wet grass clinging to her rotting finger nails like she had clawed her way straight out of the ground to find him.

She snarled, “You did this, Peter! This is your fault!”

Peter flinched and scrambled backwards to get away from her, “No! Please, I’m so sorry. I’m sorry. I didn't know...I didn't know...I thought I could catch you. I thought I could save you. I'm sorry. Please, Gwen. Please. I'm so sorry.”

“Sorry doesn’t change the fact that I’m dead,” she smirked, eyes darkening, enjoying his torment. She sunk down to her hands and knees to crawl over him, pressing her skeletal body against him, until he was laying flat against the ground with no where else to go.

"Look at me," she whispered into his ear. “I was going to go Oxford. I was going to be a scientist. I was going to change the world. The only way I can change the world now is by letting the worms feast through my flesh until there is nothing left. Something tasty for the bugs. That's all I am now.”

Peter whimpered, turning his head away from her and flinching into himself.

He heard her sniffle like she was about to start crying. He hated hearing her cry.

"Don't you love me anymore, Peter?" She whined. "Don't you care about me? Why did you find someone else? Why did you forget me so quickly? I loved you so much and you left me for the worms. Only they kiss my skin now."

His heart sank and guilt flooded him. Slowly, he turned his head to face her, blinking up at her. For a moment, she looked just like he remembered. Beautiful. Whole. Healthy. Alive.

Peter gave a shuddered, shaky breath, whispering in awe, "Gwen."

She beamed down at him. There were no rotting teeth, no blood, her hair was full and luscious. She was glowing under golden light with happy tears in her eyes like his memory of her on top of the Brooklyn Bridge.

"Kiss me," she whispered against his lips. "Like you used to."

Peter's eyes slipped close. His heart ached.

"I can't," he mumbled back. "I love someone else now. I love her like I loved you. She..."

He needed to get back to her. She needed him. He needed her. He should have never left her tonight. He had to leave.

A wailing growl shot ice through his veins as Gwen let out a shriek of pain as if she had read his mind. She was back to her decaying corpse. The sight terrified him.

"You will not leave me! I won't let you! You're mine, Peter! Mine!"

Peter kicked up his feet to shove her off of him. He scrambled backwards away from the haunting vision.

"I can't, Gwen," he pleaded. "I can't be with you anymore."

He frantically shook his head, squeezing his eyes shut, in an attempt to make her disappear. Usually by now, his girlfriend would hear him screaming. She'd be here to block Gwen from his sights. She'd be there to force her away until he was safe.

Tonight, there was no one but him.

"This isn't real," he muttered to himself. "She's not really here. She's dead. She's buried underground. Locked in a coffin. This isn't real. When I open my eyes, she'll be gone."

He peaked an eye open. A sense of relief washed over him. He was alone in the clock tower. There was no one here but him.

He could still go home. He could still make it back to her before she woke up and rid her bed side of those letters.

She would never have to know.

Peter took a deep breath, half way through exhaling it when he felt a tap on his shoulder.

Gwen's decomposing face poked into his peripheral vision as she whispered menacingly in his ear, "Boo."

He screamed, jumping away, to the sound of her taunting laughter.

"I'm still here, Peter!" She cackled. "You can't get rid of me that easily! I am always going to be here. I am always going to follow you. I will never let you go." Her voice softened. Almost sweet. Sad. Longing. "Because I'm your path, Peter. I am always going to be your path. Follow me everywhere just like you promised. I want you to follow me. I need you..."

She reached out her hand for him to take. The skin had rotted away around the tips of her fingers leaving nothing by bones reaching for him.

This wasn't his Gwen. His Gwen was dead. She was buried in the ground surrounded by fresh flowers. The thing in front of him was nothing but a product of his own twisted mind. Birthed from his guilt and excruciating pain. A monster of his own creation.

"I can't," he choked out through his tears. "Someone else needs me now. I'm sorry. I love you. I will always love you. But I can't follow you. Not yet."

Anger flashed over her darkened, bloodshot eyes, “No! You promised you’d follow me anywhere. Follow me to the grave, you liar!”

Peter cringed at her harsh words. Tears blurring his vision. He had promised.

"Gwen, please," he begged. "Let me go."

Her face softened. He watched her grow back into old self again. Her rich purple dress. Lace tights. Knee high boots. Pale blue jacket. All highlighting her perfectly beautiful face. Large, bright green eyes without a blonde hair out of place. Always so put together. Always nothing less than perfection.

"You want me to go?" She asked, turning around slowly for her to take him in. There was no crack in the back of her skull. No blood.

His breath caught in his throat. He tried to reach out for her, to draw her closer against him, but she stepped away. Just out of his reach.

"You want me to go so I'll go." She whispered. "But you'll have to watch. Again and again and again. You'll have to listen to the sound of my skull cracking against the pavement. Hear my spine snap as your web jerks me upwards. Smell my blood pouring from my open, split open head." A trickle of red blood started to leak out her nose as her eyes closed. "Only you can make it all stop. Only you can make me go away. You know exactly how to do it, Peter. All you have to do is follow me. Just like you promised. Follow me and it will all end."

He blinked through his tears, taking a slow step towards her.

"Follow you," he muttered in a trance like state. "I'll follow you anywhere you go. You're my path. I'll write my love for you across the Brooklyn Bridge so everyone in New York can see it."

She smiled, soft and sweet, "Follow me. Don't leave me alone. Stay with me, Peter. Forever."

"Forever..."

Her arms out stretched to her sides and she leaned back, stepping off the ledge and sinking out of sight past the giant gears, hurdling straight towards her death.

"No!" He shouted.

Without thinking, without caring, Peter leapt after her. He had done this move so many times in his nightmares. He had obsessively walked through every single second of her death. Again and again just like she said. He knew it better than he knew himself.

He jumped on instinct. He leapt after her like he always did.

Keeping his promise. Following her down any path she took.

I know you asked how May and Reader would respond to such a thing afterwards but that's like one topic that's just a little too hard for me to write about. I know it's weird that I can talk about Peter throwing himself to his death and I can write about depression and suicidal ideation and self harm and ptsd and guilt and feelings of worthlessness but writing about someone like May (who I relate far too much to my own mother) finding her boy dead is just a hair too much for my heart to take haha. I was originally going to write a scene of his funeral but then I was like nah too much for even me. I can't watch May cry over her dead kid.

I will say that he would be buried next to his parents under the same gravestone which sits besides Ben's. It's a few rows down from Gwen so Peter can always be near her.

I don't even think I actually answered your original ask but I got carried away with Peter in the clock tower!

Also May puts matching flowers on both Peter's and Gwen's graves every time she visits. hahahaha i gotta stop writing fuck me

#andrew garfield #tasm #peter parker #tasm peter #tasm peter parker #tasm x reader #peter parker x reader #tasm peter x reader #tasm peter parker x reader #tasm fic #peter parker fic #tasm angst #peter parker angst

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softkiseu · 1 year

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hi lovelies, nabis and moots. i know i already drop a hint that i 'll host another event when i hit a biggest milestone i been waiting for a very long time and finally, it happened. yes, we hit 2k everyone! also it's alr 2.1k+ since i posted my ms post,all thanks to you guys that i love and adore so much. now I'm sorry for making everyone waiting. work made me busy and exhausted.

now to celebrate this beautiful milestone, also because endlesslywe did reach it's first hundred, slowly climbing to 200 ( i need to be active there again) while renjwoo is it's in four hundred almost it's five soon. i planned to make a event titled " k pop films event ".

what's the themed about and how it works?

films are about series and movies that we love to watch when it's our free time. mostly in netflix, so how it will connect to kpop?

STEPS TO FOLLOW :

✨🎥 you need to make a moodboard that will be themed from any movie or series that already been released to the public. i wanna set your freedom to choose so more access to a great masterpiece + i might have a chance to know new films to watch if you ever pick a title that i don't have a chance to watch yet.

✨🎥 pick a kpop idol (from any gg, bg or even soloist) that will be a good match to your made up character in your choosen title film that will be the final concept of your mb.

🎬 to make it even clearer, here are the sample of mbs with film themed in the past that i made, for your guidance purposes.

✨🎥 make sure that your moodboard is pure themed of the movie or series you'll pick or else your mb will instantly lose it chance to win even it have a good color scheme.

✨🎥 try to be unique and be creative.

✨🎥 don't forget to put the tags #k pop films event #(idol name) x (title of the film) #genre (can be one or more) sample of genre : action, drama, horror, thriller, science fiction, romance, fantasy, comedy, adventure, animation, historical, myster and many more. The example of tags are also in the pics above.

✨🎥 leave a comment if joining, tag two or even more of your friends you think will join. my own tags (@w-oun @y-ves @koosuvi @isamired @interstellarz @tookio + more)

✨🎥 please tag me @softkiseu in your mb too. it's fine if its in anyplace of your mb or in the comment section. It easier for me to see your entry (i forgot to include this one ;;)

🎬 again, we will have six winners for this event, i, @/y-ves and @/isamired that are also admins of endlesslywe will choose two each to enter the top six.

✨the rewards!

🔖 a shout out

🔖 one gif set (idol of your choice)

🔖 two customized mbs- to give myself a challenge too, i ll make one of the mbs a film themed mb (the idol is your choice)

🔖 50 reblogs of one of your post.

🔖 a follow if I'm not following yet.

🔖 to be added in coming days.

🎬 the end of sending your entry for the event will be oct 8 (20 days from now) and i ll announce the winner with the help of my two moots after a week or two.

🎬 lastly, good luck and hope who participate will enjoy the event I planned. all the mb entries will be rb at @/damidarari.

lastly, this only for fun. hope to see you join and i able to have a chance to see a beautiful stunning themed film mbs that you nabis, moots, and other lovelies possible can make. i know everyone here in our mb community are so talented. fightin!

#softkiseu 2k event #endlesslywe 100th #renjwoo 400!#k pop films event

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oswlld · 4 months

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oswlld's monthly wrap up: may

note: i am trying something a bit different this year, so bear with me as i figure out how i want to format this. i wanted to spend more time sharing what i consume, beyond what i rb, and put my thoughts in one place. these posts are okay to rb

Arsenic and Adobo, Mia P. Manansala [started 05/18, finished 06/03] I didn’t dip my toes into the light murder mystery genre until now and to be honest, I’m not sure if it’s working for me. But I have seen recommendations floating around this series with filipino characters and wanted to check it out. The main character, Lila, is eerily specific to my personal experiences and upbringing, but the writing feels severely lacking because I’m actively looking for more character development and depth. My best friend clarified that this genre doesn’t really flesh out the characters in the way I want it to. In the end, it just fell flat for me. I gave it 3.5⭐️ on storygraph (which might be generous) — Crying in H-Mart, Michelle Zauner [started 05/09, finished 06/09] Have you even got a book that you know that you’ll love, so you just end up avoiding it at all costs? This is a memoir that I needed to read this slowly because it just felt incredibly special. And so painful. If you’re a first gen aapi with a difficult relationship with your mother, this is going to be a LOT for you. Sobbing, snotty, the whole works. Take long breaks in between reads if you need it. I luckily saved the heaviest part of the book for when I was taking an impromptu trip to the lake, surrounded by so much sun, mist, and life. The world was comforting me and wiping away my tears. 5.0⭐️ on storygraph!!

23.5 Degrees, GMMTV [started: 03/08, dnf] I only had time to catch episode 9 in May. I thought I would be able to complete the series this month, but alas it might be a DNF. Please tell me that the adorable teachers got together! — Doctor Who, Disney+ [started: 05/10, in prog] It shouldn’t be a surprise to anyone that DW is on here. I am a DW blog first, multifandom blog second. I’m loving the spin RTD is taking with the show for this run, having the genre touch on the supernatural/mythical/fantasy. It still has the same DNA but it’s so fresh. I only caught the first two eps on premiere week and haven’t had the time to keep up with the show weekly, but I am catching up soon. — Murderville, Netflix [started 02/10, finished: 05/23] I forgot to include this in my february wrap up, but I watched eps 1-4 back then and finally got around to seeing the last two eps this month. This show is such a delight! I love the unique twist on the concept of procedural improv, where the guest star actually have to solve the case at the end of the ep. They’re not there to just play off the other actors, they invite themselves to interact with the plot without taking it too seriously. If this sounds right up your alley to turn your brain down to like… 25%, please check this out. — Attack on Titan [started: 05/26, in prog] I have quite a journey ahead of me, but I’m happy to report that I LOVED the first ep. What a strong start to my anime era! This is gonna be my summer obsession, I can just feel it. By the time this posts, I will have seen eps two and maybe three(??). Gimme them right now, in an IV please. — Devil’s Plan, Netflix [started: 04/23, ALMOST complete] Bestie and I are OBSESSED with this competition series and we just learned there will be a s2, YAYY! This isn’t a show where you can turn your brain off. Now that I think about it, I don’t think there’s been a challenge I fully understood until ep 10, but man is it fun watching the contestants figure it out. They’re all SO intelligent and SOOO charming. And the games are so creative and elevated, it makes the stakes so charged! We are a few min into ep 11, out of 12, and we are planning to finish it this week. I don’t want this show to endddd!

Whew! I thought I didn’t watch much this month, but I covered a lot of ground on the TV front huh.

Pedro, Netflix [watched on 05/05] First off, you’ll be delighted to know that the artist and subject matter of the film, Pedro Friedeberg, has two cats named Wikipedia and Netflix. What I find so refreshing about this documentary in particular is Pedro, the unwilling participant during the process. The filmmaker, Liora Spilk Bialostozky, takes great care in sharing her insecurities about it. Liora is not shy about her adoration for her favorite artist and Pedro is very firm with his boundaries when pressed about his personal life. It makes for a very delightful, yet tense friendship between the two. — Polite Society [watched on 05/31] This is still fresh in my mind but what a spectacular film! LOVE how it puts the sister bond in the forefront of this classic action film, as well as all the female friendships. It makes the tonal shift flow seamlessly because the heart of the film beats strong. The best scene was the KHAN vs KHAN fight sequence, Ria vs Lena. The bashing, the biting, and the blood! The choice to make the final blow be self-inflicted, especially when it targets my personal experience, really took this film to new heights. I want to just ‘This movie has EVERYTHING’ meme the hell out of this. It has weird girls, judgmental aunties, college dropouts who have an estranged relationship with making art, torture scenes through the use of leg waxing, reproductive autonomy, FEMALE RAGE! It deserves to be up there when people think of 10 Things I Hate About You and Clueless.

GÉNESIS, Peso Pluma [first time listening] Before Coachella, I knew very little about Peso Pluma but his live performance really shot him to the top of my list of artists to catch up on. When I was little, my dad always had corrido playing in his car radio and to this day, he still occasionally plays it in the garage. What I really admire about GÉNESIS is the modern twists the artist takes in the production and writing, perfectly paying homage to the traditional without it sounding dated. I think it’s largely due to his vocals. He doesn’t shy away from perfecting at the cost of being authentic and it shines in songs such as Rubicon and 77. The latter half of the album really packs a punch, it’s so hard to pick a favorite. Everything from Lady Gaga to the end is just banger after banger after banger. Having this album play in my car… I really do take after my father. — LAS LETRAS YA NO IMPORTAN, Residente [first time listening] I first heard of Residente from the song Immigrants (We Get the Job Done) from the Hamilton Mixtape. Even then, I made a mental note to get back to him, but lost track of time until I started listening to Peso Pluma. This compilation consists of 23 songs and it’s such a sublime experience from beginning to end! It’s cinematic, it’s heavy, it’s a party, AND it’s skipless. He has a level of talent that has me raging!!! HE’S SO GOOOOOOD TF?!?!? The first time I heard 313, I wrote a note on my phone with “hhhhhhhh???!?!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!how dare he” and I stand by that statement. It’s almost six minutes long and not one second was wasted. Where Peso Pluma brings the traditional corrido to the present, Residente brings rap/hip-hop into the future. Whenever I get a chance to jump back into the album in the car, the songs I tend to gravitate towards are Artificial Inteligente, Cerebro, Yo No Sé Pero Sé, Que Fluya, and Las Letras Ya No Importan. This guy doesn’t miss, I hate him (affectionate). — Everything I Know About Love, Laufey [first time listening] This album is magnificent, I am UNWELL. The way I feel about this album is the same way I felt about Five Seconds Flat last summer: a feeling so bone deep, my soul begs for release. Bewitched was such a strong outing for me, so hearing little echos of it in the album before made the listen experience all the more enchanting. I’m so in love with this album. I’m actually convinced that Above the Chinese Restaurant is the most beautiful song I’ve ever heard. Ever. If I talk about this album more, it’s going to dig up so much of my deepest, darkest memories. I can’t… but also please talk to me about this album. — HIT ME HARD AND SOFT, Billie Eilish [first time listening] On gawd, what a stellar month for music, I can’t believe it! What a KNOCKOUT!! Billie and Finneas, I feel, have finally come home. They finally own their craft, refined it, and carved it into this marble masterpiece. Billie is more daring with her vocal range and exploring new avenues in her execution. The entirety of L’amour De Ma Vie was just me going “ARE YOU KIDDING ME????” 30 times over in the car. No but for real, is she joking? This is so ungodly, what am I supposed to do with myself?? HELP???? It’s a no-skip album, there is no top 5, no favorites list. It just is and it’s unbelievable that I can’t experience it for the first time all over again.

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This is my response to a request I got a while ago, I honestly lost it when I was working on this a few months ago, but I think this is what was asked for. I hope it gets to who wanted it <3

Anything You Can Do, My Dads Can Do Better

With the paper in my hands, I can’t but notice how they start to shake when the low score on the biology midterm are read into my mind.

These are gonna be on my report card, and no one can let down my parents like I can.

They won’t be that disappointed in you, they never have been.

But they wanted me to do better in school than Papa did..even with his issues that held him back.

“Ms. RB?” I’m questioned

I flit my head up to look at the teacher who’s attentively called my name, well..the nickname some kids came up with do to my hyphenated last name.

“Yes?” I ask

“The bell rang.”

I nod abruptly and grab my things, too rushed to care about putting my paper in my binder or even my binder in my bag. I do throw my arm through the strap and the back over my shoulder onto my back (once I’m out the door).

When I’m in the clear, I bolt right down the hallway out of the school until I’m standing before Tony’s car where Happy is awaiting me with the door open.

“Excited to get home?” I’m asked

“Sure am.”

He checks back on me before getting in his seat and getting us going back to the compound. It feels like it came in no time, but soon enough I’m doing the walk of school shame to my parents.

Papa seems to have been in a meeting for a while, so I look around for Baba. However, I’m jumped into fear by whoever lifts me into the air from behind.

“There’s my girl!” is cheered by the now familiar one-armed man

“You’re lucky I was able to think straight and feel the metal of your left. Otherwise it would have been a kick to something you don’t have encased in metal.” I explain as he lets me down

He spins me around for a hug, something I am able to relax into (slightly) after the reveal of my academic let down.

“Why so tense, Doll?” I’m asked

“What do you mean?”

“You’re almost rigid.”

“Maybe I’m just cold.” I murmur

“You’re enhanced, you’d have to be sick to be cold and you don’t get sick. What’s going on?”

“How do you know these things?”

“Parenting is the only thing my past has come into handy for.” he explains while holding onto me loosely

I nod at this, but he sees my still nervous and harsh form, so he guides me over to a bench in the hallway.

“Hey!! Baby’s home!!” is cheered by Papa’s voice

He runs up on us, lifting me differently than Baba did but excited and joyful nonetheless.

“She’s not feeling well, Steve.” Baba speaks up for me to say

He puts me back on the floor in an instant, not even second guessing about what he should do.

“What’s going on, Honey?” Papa worries

“I was just going to find out.., I think.” Baba responds

Baba and I sit down on the bench, Papa kneeling next to us. I take my schoolbag off and search my binders, looking between them and other pockets since my mind blanked as to where I put my grade card at.

When I find it, I pull it out slowly and hold it in front of me, Papa taking it calmly, pulling it towards himself. When he turns it around, he flickers his gaze between me and his husband of so many years.

“What’s this?” he wonders

“My school grades..”

“Oh yeah, I forgot you were getting those today.” I hear from the elder

“You forget along of things, Bub.” Papa tells him

I facepalm and wait, wait for the judgement and the harassment of how I’ve failed them.

“Wow, Honey.” Papa expresses

Here it comes..

“These are better than most of what your Baba got-and he skipped dates with me to sleep with his books.” he adds

“You’re lying.” I mutter as I shake my head

“I don’t lie, Sweetheart. That’s a universally known truth about me, about our family. We don’t hold back honestly, even if we can.”

He seems to have handed the paper to Baba, letting the academically smarter one of those two read over my school’s judgements of my mental achievements.

“He’s right, Doll. These are better than mine.” my Baba speaks up to say

“You’re not exaggerating?”

“No, he was hiding nothing when he said I skipped quality time with him for temporary time with my studies.”

“Wow.” I let out after he rests his right arm on my shoulders

“These are amazing scores, I promise. With all this Common Core stuff we hear Peter ranting about, you’re doing well handling it along with our work life-not everyone could do that, not everyone can.”

“You’re not disappointed?”

“Doll, why would we be disappointed by B’s? Even in your hardest subjects, you got reasonable markings.” Baba expresses

“Oh.”

“Oh?”

“Just expected different reactions.” I explain

“Better or worse?”

“Worse. Much worse.”

“How come?” he worries and sets his hand on my knee

“Not used to having a supportive environment.”

“Well, you better get used to it, Baby because we aren’t going anywhere and neither is our care for you.”

This brings such warmth of appreciation to my cheeks, one I hope doesn’t go away.

“Not cold now are ya, Doll?” Baba checks

I swat his knee and lean into his arm, setting my right hand on my father’s while I take in the love my family genuinely has for me.

The Next Morning

Mr. Harrington’s Homeroom

“I can’t believe I got grounded for having b’s on my report card!” Flash expresses very unhappily

I guess he doesn’t have it all..

#steve x bucky #bucky barnes x daughter!reader #steve rogers x daughter!reader

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enniewritesathing · 2 months

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Discussion Post #4? (I lost count)

more like I talk to myself

The other half of the big update. Let's talk about.

First, some meta, I guess:

You may have noticed that the pics look different. Much more vibrant and all of that. I was brainstorming with @pink-chevalier (once again, thank you 👏) and she pointed me towards some PS actions.

Shout-outs to PhotoMosh Pro for existing. I had some visual ideas and I was able to pull it off this time around.

Shout-outs to Internet Air by AT&T. I went from having rural ass DSL to 5G internet averaging 400mbps. That's a major reason why I was able to pull off my visual ideas via gifs. Wouldn't have worked otherwise and I would've had to do just images.

Shoutout to my ADHD. (derogatory)

The posts with the lab scene(s), I've noticed, uhhhh, isn't viewed as much. I have a feeling that it's gonna be like that for a while. I'm doing cool and unique things over here... idk, it feels bad when there's a clear asterisk to it. let me put it this way, if I try to make it ~pleasing~ and it gets more attention than anything else... 🙃🙃🙃

I don't ask for much but please RB and/or comment, anything!! recommend! my pinned post has a lot of things you can read! Anon's on! It feels bad and desperate when I'm on my hands and knees like this lol... I feel like there's something wrong with me and this story but everyone's being polite...

((btw thank you @99simproblems and @changingplumbob))

Now that's out of the way:

(leans into the mic) JOHN'S DEAD. More on that later.

Are we all in agreement that Daniel ain't shit? He is 0 for 2 on rising up against someone and just be like 'ok guess i'll do it 🥺'. You're been given so many outs my guy, holy shit. Just hit the bricks, man! What are you waiting for?!?

I'll say this -- he one ups himself on that. Maybe twice. No, I won't elaborate but if you've read The Incident you probably have a good idea.

(actually, I think maybe two people have read it and I wish I were joking on that... I did a RB of it around that year's halloween and I lost 10 followers LMAO. It's really criminal. still my fav story but anyway. )

Charles being the manipulative bitch that he is but he had to make it very slight. Notice that he doesn't report his monitoring... no one caught it because of John.

I was gonna try and see if I could find something for the machine screen but it didn't look right... but I am saving the idea for something else.

You will not believe how many swatches I made for the vital monitor on the wall. I know I've said it earlier, but it's from an actual simulator that I had to use two laptops with (one for settings, one for capture.)

I almost forgot about Mark but especially Thomas. We'll see them again. :)

Mark saying that he's gonna resign after this trial. I mean, he can walk out too, but he's too polite for that so he's just gonna wait. :)

Thomas has an inexplicable Brooklyn accent and Bernard is a Southerner. Don't as me why.

I love how the gifs of Charles looking at Daniel and Bernard with the faux camera focus came out. Sinister.

Another note on Thomas -- so he's there (or rather got voluntold) to be "security". Security for who?? The fuck he's gonna do? Anyway.

I really, truly thought about showing John getting stabbed with that big ass needle but I think we got enough of that. Or at least being implicit. Truly though, that was a big fuck-off needle. I ain't scared of 'em but eesh.

now let's pivot to John and The Werewolf:

You may have noticed in the dialogue somewhere but this is not their first time meeting each other that wasn't a fight. Perhaps we'll circle back to that.

One of the first things that The Werewolf tells John is that he has zero intention of harming him. He's true to his word. In fact, I'd argue that his general behavior changes the context of things from The Incident. He's actually pretty calm all things considering! He stands his ground when John's being a dipshit.

Love how John picks the absolute worst time to be arguing with The Werewolf. My dude, you're literally being tortured and dying and yet you don't want the only person to save your life to take over.

You may think, damn John's naive and you're right. Charles did a number on making him think that The Werewolf is that dangerous. Maybe there were points that John didn't believe that... ?

For the visual effect of the toxins, I did the same thing when he made his declaration. This time, it's harder because of his chest hair and complete tats so naturally, I did the S4S shuffle and doubling them up.

I didn't have much action words for John because... well, he's doin nothin' but screaming and there's only so many ways to write that. The expressions speak for themselves. I am very proud of how they came out! He fought for his goddamn life and he made it count.

After much deliberation, I left the post of John's death wordless. I don't know what he and The Werewolf talking about at this point, and if I do, I'm not sure if I want to elaborate! Aside from The Werewolf telling him it'll be okay to let go...

It's a surprisingly soft moment.

The breathing effect I found out messing around in PM. That's all John could do until his heart stopped.

Oh! So, I decided to make something distinguishing about John's eyes in all of this. Blank, aka just a solid color, means he's mostly not there. White = flat out unconscious; his body is on autopilot/reacting. So! Couldn't use the blank for death so I went and found some pupil overlays and such by Pralinesims and used it over the blank.

John dies with his eyes open so ofc his pupils needed to be fixed and dilated so you know he's actually dead.

Even in death, he has a chilling gaze...

...but not as much as The Werewolf's gaze in the last two shots. This was one of the shots I wanted to keep from The Incident -- but I left the one of him baring his teeth... I'll save that I think for later. With his sclera being black, he absolutely looks terrifying. Monstrous, even.

I had the idea of the gif when I first did The Incident but I couldn't quite put it together (among other things). If you really look at it, a lot of ideas are there but I didn't have the skillset that I do now...

I can't wait for the next update to see what I have in mind. There's a reason why I haven't made many WIPs this time around >:)

I might as well drop this now, the back half of this story? Loads of CWs. How many? I'll list them at the top of the post many. At least six.

Idk about yall, I said it already; the context has changed, I think. I like to think that The Incident is John's version of what happened (bits and pieces of it) and he ofc, 'told' it first and you'd think wow The Werewolf is scary. This? He's way more than reasonable given the situation. He thanked John.

but I see this as "thank you for permission for me to wild the fuck out and kill my torturers"... but, he is grateful fr.

...not saying that John's an asshole for what he may or may not have done but...

This may be a very ambitious thing I wanna do in the next update but, I kinda want to see if I can animate an effect. If not, I'll try and get close to it.

#long post #discussion post #spoilers #so uhhh yeah. *nods*#a text post #non sims #now to put to use the shit i've learned from the 4/5 years i last did this

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Not How I Planned

Summary : Logan needed some help and who better to help then Fernando and Max and some outside support from Lewis. Liam probably didn’t need to fly halfway across the world but oh well.

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Another race weekend for the Formula 1 crew, with more fans to meet, autographs to sign, and rubber to burn. Most of the teams were already arriving at the next destination which just so happened to be Australia. The weather was nice not too cold not too hot, the rain seemed to be holding out making the weekend almost perfect. Fernando was walking along the paddock, he had finished most of his media duties for the day and was just gathering the rest of his stuff. He glanced as Lance came from his side of the garage looking a little stressed.

“Hey que pasa Lancey?” Fernando didn't like the look on his boyfriend's face he wasn't used to seeing the young Canadian with that look on his face.

“Nothing just another meeting with my dad,” Lance tried to give Fernando a reassuring smile he knew the older man didn't believe him at all. Fernando just gave a soft tut, wrapping an arm around Lance’s back.

“Let’s go back to the hotel we got a long day tomorrow,” Nando was leading his younger teammate back to their car when he realized he had left his wallet in his driver's room.

“Hey baby I gotta go back really quick I forgot my wallet but you wait here,” Fernando shut the door quickly luckily it was late and most of the media was out of the paddock by now so he wasn’t super worried about unsolicited photos being taken. Nando started briskly walking back to the Aston Martin garage, he would never admit it but it was freaky walking through the paddock at night when most of the crews have gone home for the night leaving an almost too quiet feeling amongst the garages that were usually filled with laughter, cheers, and sometimes tears.

As Fernando walked past the RB garage he heard a soft muffled cry. The Spaniard stopped in his tracks, he honestly wasn’t sure if what he heard was accurate or if the silence was playing tricks on his mind. He almost kept walking until he heard it again. Slowly stepping forward, he knew he shouldn’t be sneaking around another team’s garage but if someone needed help and he could help he wanted to. Nando quietly meandered towards the stairs where the sound was coming from. He was almost at the stairs when a hand grabbed his shoulder. Fernando whipped around ready to karate chop whoever just grabbed him, he didn't think it would be Lance staring at him with the same look of panic on his face.

“What are you doing? I thought you forgot you're wallet?” Lance looked confused realizing they were standing in the RB garage.

“I was but I thought I heard someone crying,” Nando trailed off, lance went quiet trying to see if they could hear anything unfortunately they didn't. “I must've just been hearing things let's get back to the hotel,” Nando turned with his boyfriend back to the car forgetting about why he was going back at all.

It was early, like incredibly early but Lewis was struggling with jet lag and he was awake at an ungodly hour. He had tossed and turned for a few hours before he gave up deciding to go for a walk. He crawled out of bed careful to not wake George who was sleeping peacefully beside him, he would never have heard the end of it if he had woken up the princess. He threw on some clothes before sneaking out towards the beach, the sun was just peaking over the horizon giving a small bit of light. Lewis walked down the beach taking in the sights and the sounds.

The sun was slowly coming up more and more and people were gathering on the beach. Lewis looked at his phone deciding he should head back if he wanted to be ready in time so George wouldn’t wake the whole hotel up because Lewis wasn’t in the room. As he started the long journey back, he saw a familiar blonde sleeping on a beach chair. Lewis slowly made his way over before gently crouching down.

“Hey Logan, Logan?” Lewis was trying to be gentle he and the American were by no means best friends but they had been friendly, but Lewis didn’t want to scare the poor young American. Logan gently opened his eyes before springing up.

“What are you doing out here?” Lewis looked puzzled helping the American to his feet.

“Oh I-uh-I must've fallen asleep this morning when I came out here,” Logan smiled at Lewis and Lewis just chuckled before taking the younger American back to the hotel so they could get ready.

Lewis walked back up to his room with George to see George white as a ghost throwing clothes around their room.

“Baby, what are you doing?” Lewis just stood in the doorway smiling as George’s panic facade slowly slipped away seeing Lewis.

“I thought you were kidnapped!” George instantly starts going on a rant and Lewis can't help but laugh and take George in his arms before the two begin getting ready for qualifying day.

Max had qualified well, he was proud of the team and ready for the race to come, they had finished up the debrief not having to make note of too much as the car was working in perfect order. Max had spoken to Daniel before qualifying and they had decided to grab lunch after. As he meandered in he smiled at the techs and staff working around.

“Hey anyone seen Daniel?” Max asked one of the mechanics who pointed to the driver's room. Max smiled before making his way upstairs. He opened the door but the sight in front of him was not what he was expecting, instead of the Aussie waiting for him, Max was face to face with a puffy face, red-eyed Logan was all but jumped up when Max opened the door.

Max could see the dark circles under his eyes, the shakiness in his stance, and the death grip he had on the hoodie he was holding.

“Logan, what's going on?” Max had never really talked to Logan but the sight in front of him worried him.

“Oh, nothing just allergies sorry I was just leaving,” Logan all but ran past Max down the stairs and out of the garage. Max was left to stare where the young boy once was lingering. He wondered what had caused it, Max knew the media was relentless to Logan and his failures in Formula 1 and they made sure everyone knew it. Daniel came from Yuki’s driver's room and smiled at Max before his face went back to neutral.

“What's wrong Max?” Daniel asked, his friend had just wanted to know why he looked like someone had stolen his dog.

“Something’s wrong with Logan, and I intend to find out what,” Max muttered before changing the subject and heading off to lunch with Daniel, the mystery would have to wait.

Alex couldn't find Logan anywhere, he had checked the Williams garage, motorhomes, and a few other garages he even called Logan 10 times but the younger man wouldn’t pick up. He was getting worried, he knew Logan hadn’t been doing too well lately, and he was having a hard time ignoring the media. Alex pulled out his last resort, he looked through his contacts picking the one he needed before bringing his phone up to his ear.

“Hey, have you seen Logan? I haven't seen him since qualifying,” Alex listened to the voice on the other end. “Okay please let me know if you hear anything,” Alex hung up the phone another dead end. He decided to walk around the paddock but, he knew Logan hadn't gone back to the hotel as his trainer was still hanging about.

Max wasn't paying attention when he almost bulldozed Alex over, Max quickly grabbed the Thai so he wouldn’t fall.

“I’m sorry Alex are you okay?” The Dutchman asked, Alex nodded.

“Yeah, sorry I wasn’t paying attention,”

“Anything you need help with?”

“Have you seen Logan I’ve been looking for him?” Alex decided to give it a shot he knew Max and Logan weren’t friends but you just never know.

“I was looking for him, before I went to lunch with Daniel I saw him in Daniel’s driver's room, he looked like he had been crying,” Max recounted the events he couldn’t get the look of Logan out of his head the American looked so fragile and frail like one wrong word and he would fall to the ground in a puddle.

“Oh no, how long ago was that?” Alex asked, he knew depending on the time frame Logan could be anywhere from the garage to Tim Buck-too.

“About an hour and a half-ish?” Max replied, “How about we split up and cover more ground that way?” Max suggested couldn’t hurt, Alex nodded before bidding the Dutch farewell with a promise to call if he found Logan.

Max decided to ask around so when he saw Fernando coming down the paddock he decided it was worth a shot.

“Hey Fernando, Have you by chance seen Logan?”

“No, I haven’t do you need help looking for him?” Nando stopped instantly, he always wanted to lend a hand and something in his stomach said he needed to help. Max smiled and nodded to the Spaniard.

They continued to search around the paddock, it was Fernando who noticed first, a small figure in the distance. He almost missed it, he probably would’ve honestly if the sun wasn’t at the exact angle it was that day.

“Max, I think I found him,” Nando pointed in the distance. It was a good spot, away from media, all traffic on the other end of the busy paddock. There wasn’t much around there hence why it was trafficked a lot less. Max immediately grabbed his phone sending Alex a text to where they found him before making their way over.

Logan wasn't sure he could do this anymore. He was failing his team, he couldn't get them any points, and he knew he was losing his seat next year, he was trying his best but the pounding in his head and the summersaults his stomach was doing weren't helping anything. To make everything feel even worse his boyfriend was in the United States in a whole other time zone doing a media event. Originally Liam was supposed to come with Logan they were supposed to spend the weekend together before taking a week off and heading to New Zealand so Logan could see where his love had grown up, but not everything always goes to plan when you're and formula 1 driver or a reserve formula 1 driver. He was so wrapped in his thoughts he didn't notice Fernando and Max beside him until they spoke.

“Logan, are you okay?” Logan looked at Max, he was debating on what to say. He wasn't even sure he knew the answer.

“Logan it’s okay to not be okay, you don’t have to be 100% all the time,” Logan’s eyes moved to Fernando as he spoke, Logan wasn’t sure he believed him.

“I called Alex he’s coming to see if you’re okay too,” Max didn’t know what to do at this point Logan wasn’t crying anymore but he didn’t look like he was done by any means. Logan’s eyes widened, he was so grateful for his teammate he was but he knew Alex would call Liam and the last thing he needed was his boyfriend getting worried and hoping on a plane for a few nights when he had his job to do.

“Oh no, no, no” Logan wasn’t sure what to do he couldn’t avoid Alex forever. “I mean thank you for checking in on me but I’ll be okay-“There was his slip-up, his mind was going so many miles a minute he wasn’t watching his words.

“Logan, what's wrong?” Max said more forcefully this time his patience had had enough, he wanted answers. Logan knew he couldn't get out of this, he was trapped, he debated on playing it down but who was he kidding his walls were coming down whether he liked it or not.

“This weekend just isn't turning out how I wanted it to, and I worry I'm not cut out for this lifestyle,” Logan couldn't help it the tears started flowing again. Fernando instantly grabbed the younger boy pulling him into a big hug. Fernando had once too bad the same insecurities he had helped his boyfriend through these many times at the beginning of his career. He hadn't even thought that Logan was feeling that way, Nando had never opened his eyes outside of his circle to see how some of these young drivers and fairing in the shark-infested waters.

“You can do this Logan you need to believe in yourself, you are the only thing stopping you.” Max rubbed the American's back, he could recognize not everyone had been prepped for Formula 1 quite like him. After some more comforting words, Logan was finally beginning to calm down and feel a bit more confident.

“This weekend might not be everything but make the best of it! You can come with me and Lance to the botanic garden next week if you want?” Fernando knew he should technically be checking with his boyfriend before he just started inviting people on their dates.

“No, no it's all good-”

“You can come hang out with me and Charles?” Max suggested he knew Logan had talked to the monegaste a couple of times.

“It's okay guys I don't need to third wheel your dates, it's just my date was supposed to be coming and unfortunately something came up,” Logan looked at his shoes trying to stay strong he knew that's what his boyfriend would want.

“I'm sorry to hear Logan, I didn't know you were seeing anyone?” Fernando didn't mean to word it as a question, it just he hadn't remembered Logan ever bringing anyone to the track.

“It's okay we keep it pretty low key, but it doesn't matter anyway,” Logan saw Alex come around the corner so he decided to end the conversation there he didn't want to open up any more can of worms.

“There you are, you okay?” Logan could see the worry on his teammate he smiled at him.

“I'm okay Alex I promise,” he said patting the older man on the shoulder before walking back to the garage. Alex was flabbergasted he had run all over the paddock looking for Logan and finally found him and he seemed fine. He looked at Fernando and Max in front of him.

“What happened?” the two men in front of him looked towards each other.

“Honestly, I don't know, we found him crying, then we kind of talked he panicked you were coming then he kind of just put on a smile and left,” Max summed up.

“He's so frustrating sometimes,” Alex couldn't help it he had to tell someone. “I get told to watch him so I do he wanders off then when I find him everything’s fine!”

“Who told you to watch him?” Fernando had to ask, as Lance would say he's nosey. Now why Max decided to take a sip of his water at that moment he’ll never know but as Liam spoke the answer Max couldn't help but spit his entire mouth full into the air.

“Liam asked me too,” Alex’s eyes shot to Max as Nando’s face fell in shock. “I guess he didn't tell you that part?” Alex smirked slightly as he watched the older men put two and two together.

“Nope, he didn't mention that, how did I not know how did no one tell me? Liam is my reserve driver! Wait why isn't Liam here its race weekend and Liam isn't here?” Max realized how focused he had been on race and winning he didn't even notice that the young kiwi was absent.

“He was supposed to come, but he got a last minute media deal in the US, he only found out two days before we were supposed to fly here,” Alex said he had been talking to Liam a little bit. “And since he's not here Logon’s spiralling, I’m not sure exactly why or what happened? But he wasn't in his room last night, he looks awful, we all know his qualifying but he won't talk to me, or Liam for that matter.” Alex kind of just let it all out he wasn't sure if he should be saying this to either of the two men in front of him but he did feel a little lighter having told someone what the last two days had been like with Logan.

“I found him sleeping on the beach this morning when I was walking,” three heads spun to see Lewis Hamilton standing there worried look on his face. No one but Lewis knew how long he had been eaves dropping but they didn't have time to figure it out. It was getting late and it was race weekend none the less.

“Everyone just keep and eye and if you see something say something, Alex maybe talk to Liam see if he can talk to Logan at all?” Max suggested a plan he could feel his own phone buzzing in his pocket.

“Will do, good luck tomorrow everyone,” Alex said before the group split heading in different directions.

Liam woke with a start as his ringtone blared through his hotel room, he quickly rolled over and grabbed his phone struggling to get his eyes to adjust to the light of the screen he finally read it Albono. His mind jumped to Logan being injured or worse he quickly swiped the screen.

“Sup mate?” he rasped out, he hadn't been feeling super great so he wasn't shocked his voice was finally starting to go.

“I'm sorry for calling you so early but I just need you to talk to Logan before the race tomorrow, he's really struggling without you here, and a bunch of drivers are worried,” Alex didn't want to necessarily worry Liam but he had to get his point across. “Also you look like shit are you okay?” Sometimes people mouths move before their brains can think. Alex couldn’t help but regret asking that question.

“Yea I’m okay Alex just tired but don’t worry, I’m gonna get on a plane, I texted my team I should be in Australia at the track by media,” Liam knew he could be honest with Alex but it sounded like his boy needed him so he would do whatever it took.

As Fernando and Lance were returning to their room from dinner Fernando’s phone buzzed. He quickly saw the text from Alex.

Alex :

- We have backup coming for Logan anyone seen him since we left?

Fernando thought about it he hadn’t seen the American before his phone buzzed again.

Lewis :

- I saw him go back to his room I think his trainer was with him

Fernando was happy to hear that someone was with Logan maybe that’s what Alex was referring to as backup.

“Who are you texting?” Lance’s voice broke his thoughts.

“Alex, Lewis and I think Max, why?” Fernando hadn’t clued into the fact he’d been kind of in his own little world which wasn’t normal for his relationship on race weekends. “Logan’s been struggling a bit and we’re worried, I have to help him Lance he reminds me of you,” Fernando was trying to read the Canadians expression he could be a bit koi when he wanted to be.

“That’s nice of you, this doesn’t affect us though right?” Fernando could see the insecurities coming through, he took Lances hands in his own.

“I love you with my everything you are mine and besides Logan’s taken,” Fernando added that just to hint his point a little bit. Lance smiled to his boyfriend before they went back to their room.

Max was with Charles they were just watching tv in their hotel room before they had to go to bed.

“I think I’m gonna go check on Logan, I’ll be back in a bit,” Max had told Charles of his encounter earlier so Charles just shook his head planted a small kiss on Max’s cheek before settling back into his pillow.

Max trecked down the hall he luckily got Logan’s room number from Alex. As he slowly approached the door he could hear something on the other side of the door, he knocked as carefully as one could trying not to be intrusive. As the door opened Max saw took in the younger boys appearance. Max immediately walked in the door and opened his arms. He just let Logan cry, he had done this with Charles many times in the past and it always seemed to work so for now he would just comfort the American and be there for him as best he could. After some time Logan’s cries turned into slight sniffles.

“What happened?” Max finally dared to ask the question.

“He promised to call me, he said we could talk since he wasn’t sure if he would be able to call me before the race but he’s not answering what if something happened to him Max, what if he got kidnapped or someone was out to get him, someone could’ve sabotaged the event,” The theories weren’t helping Logan, Max looked over to Logan’s phone that was thrown on the floor. He could see the 14 calls to Liam he had made. And each with the red indicator went unanswered.

“Im sure he's just busy, maybe his event started early, or went late and he's sleeping or working,” Max tried to reassure the younger boy but he was really out of his element. He knew most of the drivers would be, most of them dating other drivers or their teammates so you really only had to worry about training weeks but you always had race weekends. “Do you want to spend the night in Charles and I’s hotel room we have a pullout couch?” Max offered he could tell the younger boy didn't want to be alone in this moment. Logan just nodded so the stood up Logan composed himself and they trecked back to Charles room.

“Hey Charles I hope it’s okay I told Liam he could sleep on our pull out sofa for the night,” Charles smiled to his boyfriend and to their hotel guest.

“Of course please make yourself comfortable I’m just about to go to bed,” Charles said making himself comfortable making sure to show max he was laying partly on Max’s side of the bed.

“Back on your side of the bed Leclerc,” Charles just chuckled as he moved over. Max got Logan all settled in for the night before everyone fell asleep.

By the time the race came Logan had forgotten all about his night before, Max and Charles had done a great job that morning making him feel wanted, Fernando and Lance too stopping to make sure he was okay. He may actually have a place here. Now it was just time to drive it. Logan sat himself in the car putting on his belts finishing his last minute things. He was ready to win it.

Liam didn’t get off the plane as quickly as he liked so unfortunately he didn’t get to see Logan before the race when he arrived in Australia he saw his phone blow up with the dozens of missed calls and texts from his boyfriend. Liam knew answering them now was pointless so he just opted for just getting to the track as soon as possible. He wasn’t gonna lie he felt awful his body screwed but by the time change especially so quickly he was only in the US for a handful of days at most and to fly back halfway across the world he wasn’t quite used to that like someone more seasoned.

He caught an Uber and be lined it for the track he could drop his stuff at the hotel later. He finally managed to get into the paddock, he went to the red bull garage as it was closest. Some of the techs smiled to him. Other didn’t even acknowledged him. He put his stuff down before heading to the viewing area where Christian was sat with his headphones on, he smiled to Liam as the kiwi walked toward him.

“I thought you had media in the US?” The older gentleman smiled to his employee

“It finished yesterday still have a race to do,” Liam smiled he didn’t want to tell Christian the full reason not because Christian would disapprove but he would rather Christian believe it was mainly the race that lead him back.

“You look like shit I will add,” Christian gave the kiwi a small pat on the back before handing him a pair of headphones. Liam just rolled his eyes and smiled before putting them on. The race was intense by the time Liam could hear what was going on it there weren’t to many laps left. Max was leading, Lando was second, with Logan just behind him, and George trying to fight for a podium. As the number of remaining laps kept shrinking and shrinking finally Logan got the perfect jump on the last lap got the perfect slipstream from Lando blowing by him taking second position. Lando fought hard with Logan for second but ultimately Logan was the one who walked home with it. The red bull garage was ecstatic another win for max, Liam could even hear the Williams garage cheering for their second place. Liam rubbed his temples a bit getting ready to face the loud that was about to erupt when he left the garage.

Fernando almost ran to Logan after the race to congratulate him.

“It was all you, “ Fernando smiled to him congratulated him again before heading back to his own garage.

Max was next pulling him straight into a hug before patting his back a few times and Logan knew, he knew that was Max’s way of congratulating him.

Liam went straight over to the white racing suit, and tapped the blonde boy on the shoulder.

“I am so proud of you,” Liam said making sure to keep distance especially with all the cameras. Liam could only assume the look that was under Logans racing helmet but Liam continued on his journey to congratulate Max and the team. He decided to go wait for Logan in his drivers room, he knew he had awhile before they would be doing debrief. It wasn't long before Logan entered the room.

“Baby I can’t believe you’re here, when did you get here you were in the US?” Logan pulled Liam tight to his chest.

“A little birdie called me and told me you could use some help but it looks like you didn’t need my help, I’m still glad I got to see you’re podium but I’m glad you managed to let other people help you,” Liam planted a slow kiss on Logan’s lips.

“Baby you have a fever and look awful how long have you been sick?” Liam just laughed pulled Logan’s hand down.

“I’m okay just meet me at the hotel to celebrate when you’re ready,” Liam smiled to his boy before walking back to the red bull garage.

Logan was so grateful for everything everyone did for him in Australia and he’ll never forget it.

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