#My bebe... Sobs

[1juniperberries1]

(aaaaaaand Maddy lore. this is the very beginning, kinda. more after I write it, hopefully… can’t wait to introduce you to Clementine…)

“Maddy Estelle.”

“Yes ma’am?”

Perfect. Pleasing to the eyes. A descendant of her Excellence, Lady Vudu.

“You don’t say ‘yes ma’am,’ you hurry into her office!”

“Ah, right, sorry, sorry…”

Beauchamp Boarding School.

Maddy didn’t know why she was here. She knew why, but she couldn’t grasp the thought process behind her parents’ decision to send her.

Eleven years old. Hands clasped in front of her, just below her waist. She walked into the office with her beloved guardians, but the director, smoking something she didn’t like the smell of, waved them out and then she was alone.

“Maddy Estelle… you��re not too bright, are you?”

“I like to think I am.”

The older woman laughed at her, crimson button eyes glinting humorlessly.

“You like to think, huh?” She was sitting in a large chair behind a desk, separated from Maddy by a long pane of plexiglass. “Have a seat, Miss Estelle.”

Miss Estelle? She walked a couple paces and had a seat, folding her delicate hands, crossing her long legs, tugging nervously at the short skirt that exposed her thighs.

The air was tight.

She suddenly regretted dressing so loosely.

“This is Beauchamp. I’m Ms. No-Nonsense. You’ve been enrolled for next semester. Tell me about your current education.”

No room for friendliness.

No room to breathe.

Maddy was still determined to keep her head up, though.

“I have tutors…” She tried, then swallowed the words, finding them embarrassing, for some reason. “I- I mean I’m homeschooled. I take advanced classes and I’m very adept, or so I’ve been told.”

Something about the woman’s stare made her doubt every syllable.

She didn’t blink.

She didn’t rouse.

She didn’t approve.

She didn’t like who— no, what she was looking at.

“Homeschooled. That’s all you had to say, doll.”

“I’m sorry…”

“No, you’re not. Here at Beauchamp, we apologize.”

“I…”

There was a rock in her stomach. The unease came to a head, the world was spinning and she suddenly wasn’t in the center of it anymore.

“I apologize.”

———

The months following had been quiet.

She watched, one by one, as her tutors disappeared. Seeing them around the home became scarce, and then, finally, they would all approach her, at their own time, in their own way, to say goodbye.

Some of them gave her gifts. Sewing supplies from her domestics tutor. A pretty pair of ruby red ballet shoes from her dance instructor. A stuffed rabbit with a note attached from the one who taught her sign language.

One of the last to go, but also one with one of the largest impacts would have been her algebra instructor. Mid-sixties, a retired professor who took up contracts with rich families to personally instruct their children.

His goodbye was the longest. He met her in her bedroom, pacing around, giving a grand speech about their wonderful time together, came up to her and gently kissed her knuckles.

His gift was his knowledge, he’d joked, but he was empathetic, and knew from her silence that she was disappointed.

Maddy actually hadn’t spoke the whole time, and he realized it as his gestures grew less and less grand. Eventually, he was beside her on the bed, twiddling his thumbs, quietly going on about how he was pained to be robbed of the pleasure of teaching her calculus.

To end, he patted her on the shoulder and made his departure swift. Maddy, however, found herself reluctant to let him leave.

So she followed.

She followed down the long hall, walking through the daylight that felt cold on her skin. Too many memories were hiding in those orange lights. Too much sorrow was clashing with them in her heavy heart.

“Why?” She called, stopping him in his tracks, watching his head slowly peer over his shoulder. Calculator. She thought, clutching the rabbit she couldn’t seem to put down even tighter.

“Why what?” He hesitantly called back, but turned fully around, hands stuffed into his pockets. Light cut across his figure, bathing his squarish body, giving him an ethereal glow.

“Why are you all leaving? Why am I being sent away?” She felt like a toddler, scared and confused, voice teetering on the cusp of tears. “What did I do wrong? I can fix it… I’ll fix it.”

“My dear…” He’d caved then, huffing, speed-walking over to her, kneeling in her path.

“You will tell no one of this. Do you promise?”

“I promise.”

Because somehow, he’d always understood her best. Self-assured but playful. Never condescending, never taunting, always sufficiently careful, ever fond.

“I don’t know the whole of it, and I’m sorry this had to befall you. From what I’ve been able to glean, however, one of your folks has brought bad blood on the family and it’s the only way to keep you safe.”

“What? That doesn’t make any sense, though. Why not send me to live with Uncle Mackery—”

“I don’t know.” He repeated, exasperated, strained, and Maddy could see the pain glimmering in his eyes, the way his fingers dug into his knee.

Silenced, she pursed her lips and nodded.

It would have to be good enough.

“I don’t believe the arrangement will be permanent, at the very least.” He continued, sighing, rising, dusting himself off. “I hear the ladies at Beauchamp are wicked at first. Certainly they will mellow out, yes? The best thing you can do for yourself is follow their instruction and keep your wits about you, alright?”

“Right.”

“Good. Then hopefully we may meet again, Miss Maddy.”

“I do hope so as well, Mr. Casio.”

…

Empty.

Empty as he disappeared down the hall, empty still as he made his way to the doors. Emptiest when she heard them shut.

Yet, for all the windows, she did not see the immediate tragedy to befall him— the bullet that went through him, nor the men who dragged his writhing body into their sleek black vehicle before speeding off.

For Maddy was curled up on the floor, allowing the darkness to close in.

She would never see him again.

Though the gesture was kind, the effect was, overall, completely negative.

Not only did Mr. Casio lose his life, he also did something far more distressing in his undoing.

He gave Maddy one fat lump of false hope.

(like most of my Drabbles, there’s alt versions to this one lmao… in one of ‘em she breaks his arms- but I went for something softer. she’ll get her crash out. eventually, kekeke…)

...

Grabs Bebe Maddy.

Carries her to Yijun.

Places her down in his lap and wraps a blanket around her.

Pats her head.

AAAAA NOOOO MADDYYYY.... I LOVE SO MUCH WHYYYY...

Bebe Maddy will be kept safe from this. Grrr.. At least in my heart..

(I honestly have nothing to say except. Nooo... It is delicious tho..)

[lemedstudent2021]

her name is like a melody

sweetest songbird ever i love her<3

[rillils]

do you ever think abt how we couldve seen more of nomad steve

NOMAD STEVE MY BELOVED

ohhh we were robbed, honey, in so many ways! imagine what we could have had!

- more footage of this man, luscious lovechild of hercules and adonis, most glorious chunk of deliciousness, sexy teddy bear man, the mane of a lion and the eyes of a puppy, mr Dirtied Up Good™, holy shield straps of sex, elected man with the sluttiest forearms of 2018 through 2024

- more of this Steve, who ain't playing dancing monkey for anyone anymore, who ain't asking for permission and/or forgiveness from anybody, who isn't taking anybody's shit, he just wants to fight for what he feels is right and he's not going to apologize for that, thank you very much

- his developing friendship with both Sam and Nat! them fighting like a unit! trusting each other, leaning on each other! learning more about each other! actually getting to know Steve, and his fun side, and his darker side, and his brooding side, and his silly side, and nagging him when they know he needs help but he's just too damn stubborn to ask for it

- FOUND FAMILY FOUND FAMILY FOUND FAMILY

- the three of them trying to comfort each other, each in their own (sometimes clumsy/awkward) way when a mission goes wrong, learning random words from random languages from one another (especially swear words they might have picked up in their respective times abroad lol), watching old sitcoms in their downtime, laughing together, hell even crying together, sharing too little space for too long, complaining about each other's unwashed socks, and still falling asleep on top of each other

- the few times Sam got to call his parents from a safe location. can you imagine Steve talking on the phone with Mrs Wilson? scared at first that she'll tear him a new one for putting her son in so much danger and dragging him away from home? but her knowing all too well that nobody's ever been able to make Sam do something he didn't want to do, that this was his own decision? and she's not actually mad at Steve, she just wants to make sure that "all of you kids are alright"? can you imagine Steve holding back tears the first time he hears a mother's voice talking to him, reminding him to be careful, to stay safe, after so long without it? do you think I'm crying???? I AM

- THE SKYPE CALLS WITH BUCKY

- actually EVERY SINGLE KIND OF INTERACTION WITH BUCKY, even when he's not there. Steve gazing longingly at a picture of Bucky, either physical or digital, that he makes sure to keep on him at all times. taking it out when he's lying awake at night, and everything's quiet except for Sam's snoring and the muffled sounds from the streets, and Steve thinks he saw Nat's eyes watching him in the dimness, but neither of them are going to say anything. he's just sitting in the dark, picture in hand, twirling some secret worry around in his head and missing Bucky so much it hurts. and those times (although he tries to keep these to a minimum) when he just can't help himself: he sneaks out of the room and calls Bucky, just to hear his voice. to listen to Bucky speak softly to him, his voice a little rough from sleep, but always so warm, so sweet for him. and Steve just leans his head back against the wall, and closes his eyes, and imagines he's curled up into Bucky's side, his head resting on Bucky's shoulder, with Bucky's fingers carding through his hair, and it's only then that he finds a little peace again

- all the videocalls with Bucky! the playful banter!! them arguing like an old married couple one moment, and exchanging the most besotted looks the next! Nat and Sam having to put up with all of their old-men-in-love shenanigans, and Steve never hearing the end of it lol

- Steve!! literally bounding out of the quinjet like an excited puppy when they visit his husband Bucky in Wakanda!!! overjoyed and not even bothering to hide it anymore after like the second or third time, 'cause everybody knows by now anyway!!

- all of them actually getting to rest for a while, and Steve enjoying his impromptu honeymoon with Bucky, savoring each day like it's both the first and the last of their life together, love sparkling in his eyes, happier than he's ever been before, finally free, ironically, now that he's an outlaw and a fugitive, and finding utmost delight in that knowledge

WE WERE ROBBED BLIND, HONEY

[klyukvav]

Veilguard did not let me go for a while and finally finish it, a lot of feelings....

[den-kunn]

montgomery gator my sweet baby my love I will crush and obliterate that child and that ai for what they did to you mY BABYBOY NOOOOOOOOO

[mikeyway-creates]

Sorry for taking so long and for the weak drawing (⁠〒⁠﹏⁠〒⁠)

The sibs

IDHSUD IM CRYING! WEEPING!!! SOBBING MY HEART OUT!!!!! THIS IS SO BEAUTIFUL I WANNA FRAME IT AND HANG IT ON MY WAAAALLLLLL!!!!!

First of all- it's free art, YOUR ART WHICH IS BEAUTIFUL!!! AND FREE SILKY FANART OF FLORIAN WHO I NEVER EXPECTED PEOPLE TO LIKE HER THIS MUCH WHAA!!!!(´Д` )

💕💕💕ﾟ+.ヽ(≧▽≦)ﾉ.+ﾟ💕💕💕

Secondly- I THINK SHES PERFECT AND AMAZING AND BEAUTIFUL AND THE ART IS BEAUTIFUL AND JUST AMAZING IM SO INLOVE WOWOWO IM LOSINFGSHVFIAHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖

Same dad- (Nack) two different other dads- (Clutch and Metal Sonic-🥺) OBSESSED!! I AM!!! OBSESSSSEDDD!!!!!!!

Words cannot fully describe my emotions rn, I'm genuinely losing my mind- THANK YOU SO MUCH!!!! For this BEAUTIFUL fanart for something so silky I made as a cure fankid- IM INLOVE AND OBSESSED AND FEEL WEIRD BECUSE IM SHOCKED AND IN AWE OH I LOVE HER THANK YOU!!!!!!!!

ME TO YOU!!!

[reinabeestudio]

Cada estrella que atrapes, yo guardare para ti Y si acaso te duermes, nubes pondré junto a ti ♪

[greyeyedmonster-18]

(oh so literally no one was going to mention that the first 10 minutes of the new ATLA series was the saddest 10 minutes of my life????)

[idontliketomatoesleavemealone]

…..actually I think I might just be So sensitive to a baby child infant little thing dying.

[norrisleclercf1]

Mafia Lestappen when reader gets into a car crash

A/N: And if I add a child? Then what????? Also Monaco is a lot bigger in this fake world soooo yeah maybe twice as big as it normally is

"Mommy, sing," You baby girl giggles as you drive her home from 1st grade, you hate dropping her off there, but it was safe and good for her to socialize with other children, and with her life and who her fathers are you knew letting her be herself safely was best.

"Adie," You sigh, but you can't deny those sea green eyes as you turn up the old Disney music and start to sing with her. She giggles happily as you look in the mirror and smile, 'MOMMY!" Adeline scream rings out as you look back in front of you and gasp, before everything goes dark.

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"Should be home soon," Charles sighs, finally home from a long day at the office, Max trudging in behind Charles wanting to just curl up in bed with his family. "I know, I hate she goes to school, but it's best," Max grumbles, always missing his little girl and Charles was no better.

When she was younger the two of them would break her out all the time but you put your foot down, stating that school would be good for Adeline. Charles hums and pets the cats and then Leo, his dog and moves grabbing his phone as it vibrates and he smiles as picture of you and Adie pop up.

"Mon cher, when are you going to be-" "Mr. Leclerc, this is Dr. LaRouche, I'm the emergency room attending here at Grace Kelly Memorial Hospital, I have your daughter and wife here, they were in a very serious accident," Charles feels his blood run cold as he turns to stare at Max whose bent down petting his cats. "What?" Max asks, looking up.

"Charles, what is it?"

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"I just want Mommy!" Adeline sobs, the pediatrician and nurse trying their best to calm her down. "I know sweetie, but we've called your fathers, they'll be here soon," The doors fly open as Max charges in like a bull, eyes wild before the settle on his baby girl. "ADIE!" "DADDY!" She sobs and moves as he rushes over and captures her in his arms.

"I'm here, I'm here," Max repeats as Charles collides into them holding his baby as well. "Mommy, mommy was hurt," She sobs and Max refuses to move from her side as Charles looks around their guards everywhere as the staff move carefully around them. "Someone tell me where the fuck, our wife is?" Charles ground out and a nurse stands, walking over quickly.

"You're wife and daughter were involved in a head on collision, the man was running from the cops and hit your wife. She sustained a head injury and a lacerated spleen and they needed to take her to surgery to remove the spleen as it was bleeding and unable to be repaired. You can see her in a couple hours when the surgery is over, please, just stay with your daughter," The nurse calmly explains and Max moves lying on the bed now.

"Charles," Charles turns around and sees Adie crying softer and looking at him with his own eyes. "Oh, my poor bebe, you must've been so scared. You were so brave," Charles praises softly kissing her head as Max looks over her only seeing little scratches and scruffs, the only thing that concerns him is the cut on her forehead.

"Does your head hurt my little star?" Max whispers pulling her into his lap and holding her close as Charles blocks them from the lingering eyes in the Emergency room. "Just a little, they gave me yucky medicine to help," She explains, "Papa, can I play a game on your phone?" She asks, blinking and Charles quickly gives her his phone.

"Mr. Verstappen, Mr. Leclerc?" They turn as a doctor approaches them. "Your wife is out of surgery, we can't let you in the room, but you can see her," Charles and Max move, Charles taking Adie into his arms and kisses her head gently as they walk through the stale hospital hallways and stop at your window, the sound of candy crush going low from Charles's phone.

"She's good, just sleeping, we'll continue to monitor her, but luckily her car is....military grade, if her car wasn't like that then it would be much worse," The doctor says and pats Max's back who nods as Charles squeezes Adie close unable to imagine what would've happened.

"Told you it was worth it," Max whispers and Charles sighs resting his head on his shoulder. "Not now, Max,"

[amirasainz]

Hey could you do maybe leclerc sister has appendix all of the sudden and they take her to emergency and maybe is just the recuperation and it scares them family and everything

Of course, I can. Sorry for the long wait but I had a lot to do with school. Enjoy reading and send me some requests!!!

-XoXo

Hospital night's

The house was quiet, the soft hum of the late-night breeze barely audible through the open windows. It was one of those rare moments when everything felt peaceful. Everyone was sound asleep — Lorenzo in his room, Charles in his, Arthur tucked under his blanket, and their mother softly snoring in her bed. But not everyone was at ease.

In the room at the end of the hall, their little sister, YN, tossed and turned. Her stomach hurt. Not the kind of ache that would go away after a few minutes, but a deep, sharp pain that kept getting worse. She winced, her face scrunching up in discomfort as she pressed her hand to her lower abdomen. The young girl tried to take deep breaths, hoping the pain would pass, but it only intensified, stabbing at her like a knife.

Tears welled up in her eyes as the pain became unbearable. YN whimpered, then groaned aloud, clutching her stomach tightly. She was terrified, and the only thought in her mind was that she needed help — right now.

Without thinking, she pulled herself out of bed and stumbled down the hall. She paused outside Arthur’s door, panting heavily, her hand still pressed against her side. She didn’t want to wake anyone, but the pain was too much. She knocked softly at first, but when no response came, she knocked harder, then called out.

“Arthur… Arthur, please…” Her voice was strained, barely above a whisper, but filled with desperation.

Arthur stirred, groaning as he turned over in bed, blinking groggily. “YN? What’s wrong?” he mumbled, rubbing his eyes.

But then he saw her. The dim light from the hallway showed her tear-streaked face, her body hunched over in pain, and his heart jumped into his throat. Panic set in instantly.

“YN?!” Arthur bolted upright, scrambling out of bed. “Bebe, what happened? Are you okay?” His voice trembled as he rushed to her side.

“I-I don’t know,” YN sobbed, clutching her side tighter. “It hurts so much… I don’t know what’s wrong.”

Arthur’s eyes widened in fear. He’d never seen his sister like this before. Sweat poured down her face, and her breathing was labored. Without another word, Arthur grabbed her hand and started shouting.

“Mama! Lorenzo! Charles!” he screamed, his voice echoing down the halls. “Help! Something’s wrong with YN!”

In an instant, the entire house was awake. Footsteps thundered down the hallway, and the first to appear was their mother, still groggy and in her nightgown, but wide-eyed with concern.

“Arthur, what—” Pascale froze when she saw her daughter, her maternal instincts kicking in immediately. She rushed to her daughter’s side, crouching down to her level, brushing the hair away from her damp forehead. “Mon dieu, what’s wrong, ma chérie? Where does it hurt?”

YNcould only whimper, clutching her stomach harder. “My stomache… It hurts so much, Mama…”

By then, Lorenzo and Charles had appeared, both looking alarmed and confused.

“What’s going on?” Lorenzo asked, his face pale as he looked from his sister to his mother and back to Arthur.

“It’s her stomach,” Arthur explained, his voice shaking. “She’s in so much pain, she woke me up.”

Charles knelt beside YN, his heart racing. “It’s okay, ma puce. We’re here,” he murmured, his voice steady but laced with worry. “We’ll figure this out, okay? Just breathe.”

But YN couldn’t. The pain was unbearable, and tears streamed down her cheeks as she gasped for air.

“We need to take her to the hospital,” Pascale said firmly, her tone leaving no room for argument. “This isn’t normal.”

“Hospital? Now?” Arthur’s voice cracked. He was terrified.

“Yes, Arthur, now,” Lorenzo replied, already grabbing his phone and car keys. “We can’t wait.”

Within minutes, they had bundled YN into the car, her head resting on her mother’s lap as she groaned softly, her hand still clutching her side. Charles sat beside her, holding her hand tightly, while Arthur sat in the passanger seat, his wide eyes filled with panic.

The drive felt like an eternity. Each minute seemed to drag on as YN’s soft cries filled the car. Every time she whimpered in pain, Arthur’s stomach flipped. He kept looking at Charles and Lorenzo, hoping one of them would say something to make it better, but no one spoke.

When they finally arrived at the hospital, the nurses quickly took YN into a room, and a doctor came to examine her.

"Ma'am, we're going to have to take her in for some tests," the doctor said calmly, though the look in his eyes was serious. "It could be her appendix. We need to confirm, but we may have to perform surgery right away."

"Surgery?" Arthur nearly choked on the word, his eyes widening. He turned to Charles. "Surgery? But she was fine earlier today…"

Charles clenched his jaw, his mind racing. “They’ll fix her. We have to trust them.”

Their mother nodded, though her face was pale. “They’ll do everything they can, Arthur,” she said softly, brushing a strand of hair from YN’s face as the nurses wheeled her away toward the emergency room.

The waiting was agonizing. Arthur couldn’t sit still, pacing back and forth, biting his nails. Lorenzo kept his arms crossed, staring blankly at the hospital floor. Charles sat quietly, his leg bouncing up and down nervously, his eyes glued to the door they had taken their little sister through.

“What if something goes wrong?” Arthur whispered after what felt like hours. “What if… What if she—”

“She won’t,” Charles interrupted, his voice tight. “She’s strong. She’ll be okay.”

But the truth was, Charles wasn’t sure. None of them were.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the doctor came out, pulling off his gloves. “The surgery went well,” he said, offering a small smile. “Her appendix had ruptured, but we were able to remove it in time. She’ll need to rest, but she’s going to be okay.”

A wave of relief crashed over them, and Arthur felt his legs go weak as he sank into a chair, covering his face with his hands. Charles let out a long breath, his shoulders sagging, while Lorenzo placed a hand over his heart, as if steadying his rapid pulse.

“Thank you,” Pascale said, tears of gratitude in her eyes. “Can we see her?”

“She’s just waking up from the anesthesia. She might be a bit groggy, but yes, you can see her now,” the doctor replied.

The brothers practically ran to her room, their mother following behind. When they stepped inside, YN was lying in bed, her face pale but peaceful, her eyes fluttering open as she blinked at them.

“Hey,” she whispered, her voice hoarse.

“Bebe!” Arthur rushed to her side, his eyes wide with concern. “You scared the hell out of us!”

Lorenzo chuckled weakly. “You have no idea how panicked we were.”

Charles sat on the edge of her bed, his hand gently brushing her hair back. “You okay now?”

She nodded slowly, a small, tired smile forming on her lips. “I’m okay,” she whispered. “I feel… better.”

The boys immediately went into full protective mode. Lorenzo disappeared for a moment and returned with a bowl of soup from the hospital cafeteria. “Here, you need to eat something,” he said softly, holding the spoon up to her lips as she took small sips.

Charles shifted behind her, gently easing her back against his chest. “Just rest,” he murmured, running his fingers through her hair, his usual confident demeanor replaced with quiet tenderness. “We’re not going anywhere.”

Arthur, still shaken but wanting to do something to make her feel better, grabbed a small bottle of nail polish from her bag. “I’m gonna paint your nails, okay? You’ll look fabulous when you get out of here,” he said, trying to sound cheerful, though his hands were trembling.

YN giggled weakly. “You’re all ridiculous,” she muttered, but her heart swelled with love for her older brothers.

Their mother sat beside the bed, her voice soft as she opened YN’s favorite book, Le Petit Prince. “Let’s read a little, hmm? Just like we used to.”

As her mother began reading, the soft, familiar words filling the room, YN let her eyes close, her brothers and mother surrounding her with love. She felt safe. She felt cared for. And despite the pain, despite the fear, she knew she would be okay.

With her head resting on Charles’ chest, her nails being painted by Arthur, soup being spoon-fed by Lorenzo, and her mother’s gentle voice reading her favorite story, YN smiled.

Her family would always be there for her, no matter what.

[nerdyspies]

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[barcapix]

hihihihi I love your writing style likeee so much (?!) heh. so could I request a story with gavi (I miss your gavi fics) where pablo convinces reader to like go out with the other barca wags, but she’s attached to julia because she’s sick/scared to leave her, but gavi tells her to go and she gets worried and keeps phoning him or something (let’s say she’s worried because gavi can be clueless) and so comes home and they are asleep together? some fluff plz!! 💟

✮ Home Is Where The Heart Is - Pablo Gavi

pablo gavi x fem!reader

sy: a pure domestic gavi in his attempt to look after his sick daughter whilst forcing you to go out for a night out.

a/n: crying, sobbing i love how you used julia as the example (and another req with julia in it) IT MELTS MY HEARTTT. but omg thank youu

warnings: nooope.

this has been your third consecutive hour in sitting on the exact same position of your sofa.

your daughter, julia, was sick—terribly sick in fact, that she struggled even more so in detaching herself from you. her tiny arms clung to your waist, her head buried in your lap.

she was warm—too warm—and her temperature was only intensifying by the second; every two minutes, she emitted the faintest whimper as she shifted uncomfortably.

pablo stood infront of you, arms crossed. “mi amor, just go with them.”

he nodded towards your phone, which was incessantly lighting up with messages from your friends—as it had been all night.

“pablo, no,” you shook your head repulsively, soothing gossamer circles on her back. “she’s far too sick. i can’t leave her.”

“she’s fine cariño,” he insisted. “it’s only a little fever, it’s nothing she can handle. besides, i can take care of her.”

you shot him a skeptical look. “you?”

he scoffs, plodding down next to you. “yes. me. what, you don’t think i can handle my own daughter?”

“it’s not that,” you say, even though, truthfully it kind of was. it wasn’t that gavi didn’t love her—he adored her, and would do anything for the price of her happiness.

but.. he was also gavi. he forgets things. he gets easily distracted; he panics so easily.

and most importantly, julia needed you.

as if proving your point, she coughed weakly, snuggling closer to you. you kissed her forehead, frowning at the heat radiating from her skin.

pablo softened at the sound, reaching out to rake his fingers through her curls. “mi neña..”

julia dreamily blinked up at him, then whined. “mamá, no te vayas.” (mamá no don’t go)

your heart clenched, and you look up at your husband with a look that screamed see?

though you knew it was futile, because he’d always been too stubborn to listen—like a relentless drunk driver that was scolding you for obeying the speed limit on a road.

with a lenient tug, he tried to pry her away from you with an unusual patience. he was consistent but calm and although she clung to you awhile, she eventually caved in.

you frowned. “don’t force her—”

“shh,” he hushed you. “i’ve got her.”

you watched warily, still unsure, as he rocked her from side to side in his own brawny arms. julia was dozing off again, as he was lispering little words of comfort to her.

“mi pobre bebe,” he cooed. “te duele, mi amor?”

she sniffled, blinking sleepily. “sí…”

“lo sé princesa,” he hummed, lightly kissing her clammy forehead. “but papás got you, hm?”

julia let out a soft sigh, burying her head into his chest in a crave to fall asleep again.

pablo laughed almost wickedly, gunning you a cocky i told you so grin. “see? i think she loves me more if anything.”

you stood up, rolling your eyes.

although on a serious note, concern still gnawed at you. “she’s exhausted pablo, she hasn’t eaten anything all day.”

“your just trying to distract me from being the favourite parent,” gavi wiggled his brows.

“hey! i’m serious,” you deadpan, as your phone rapidly flashes on the sofa. it buzzes of messages from the other wags; their pleads for you to join them inevitable.

with his free hand, gavi placed a reassuring touch onto your shoulder, promoting you to look at him.“cariño.. just go out for a little bit. you deserve some time for yourself.”

you bit your lip, picking up your phone.

mikkey: c’mon babe, we never see youuu

taia: if i don’t see you leave your front door, i’ll personally escort you out (eu vou arrastar você para fora).

anna: seriously !! take a break y/n. we promise pablo won’t kill her.

katrine: or himself.

abigail: pls con amigosss. </3

as if pablo could sense your internal conflict: “i promise ill take care of her. this is what you signed up for when we had a child.”

you disbelievingly laughed, looking back at julia snug in your husbands arms. she looked so at peace, so fragile and delicate that your heart splintered at her vulnerability.

“look,” gavi urged, holding onto your hand. “i’ll give her all the medicine she needs, i’ll make sure she eats and i won’t let her out of my sight.”

being the hypervigilant mother you are, even often being scolded for the paranoia, began listing the things she needed on your fingers.

“first of all, she needs her amoxicillin. it’s in the cabinet in the top right. but be careful because she will only take it if it’s mixed with raspberry yoghurt—which is also in the fridge,” you saw gavi shoot his eyes wide.

“then, it’s important to know she needs her fluids. don’t focus too much on any solid foods, because she’s not advised to eat that. it’s more about the runny foods that helps soothe her throat,” again—you were rambling, probably for the worst. “and then for bed, she needs to go earlier. do you know when?”

ohh boy, no he doesn’t not know.

but he’s too afraid that if he says no, you’ll snap.

pablo staid solid, glued in place, leisurely rocking julia in his arms as if that will distract you from his blank expression.

your tone was flat. “no, of course you don’t.”

“is it 8pm?”

“nope, it’s 7pm.”

“ah,” he smacked his lips together. “i was close.”

even now, he thought it’s was some funny joke. you drew at a loose hem of your shrug jacket, trying to defuse any spilt out anger.

through a breath of cool air, you said, “will you remember all of that?”

well, that’s where it gets tricky. yes it’s stuck in his head now, maybe from fear that if it’s not, you’ll strike him with a baby doll—but even he knows there’s a more than likely chance he’ll forget.

you shot him a deep sigh, rummaging around under the coffee table to find a much too-long strip of paper hidden beneath old relics.

the pen moves like lightning across the paper, repeating all what you had just explained. “i knew i’d have to do this.”

once you finish, you underline each important phrase with two lines. “okay. here.”

TEN MINUTES LATER… you find yourself reluctantly climbing inside the car. you casted one last glance back at the window, where the soft, warm light still glew from the lounge.

part of you hopes pablo will text you in the next ten minutes, saying julia wants you back.

but he doesn’t.

those five hours might of just been brutal.

the bar is too hot. the drinks are too sweet.

the music is thunderously deafening, yet somehow it can’t drown out the consuming ache gathering in your chest.

everyone is around you laughing. mikkey and katrine are taking shots with linked arms—half wasted in a mirage on the floor.

taia had offered you out onto the floor, anna has attempted to coax you along but it doesn’t work.

abigail is halfway through telling a story when she abruptly squinted at you. “where’s your head at tonight?” she shouted over the bassline. “you’re normally the first up there!”

“i think i’m gonna go. i’m not feeling too well.”

anna protested first, tugging at the bracelet on your wrist. “we only just got another round! is it that homesickness again?”

you somewhat nod and shake your head at the same time. “i know, i’m sorry. it kind of is.. julia was burning up before i left. i’m worried sick.”

“pablo has her,” mikkey said gently. “she’s gonna be okay. i know we all say it but, he isn’t a monster.”

no, but he is clueless.

“debatable,” the music faded out your words. “i think it is just best that i go. she needs me, and pablo.. he’s probably stressing out right now.”

they all laughed in agreement, exchanging hugs and polite goodbyes as they agreed to bodyguard you to the back door.

BACK HOME… there’s nothing louder than your own shallow breathing when you step foot back inside.

your heart swirled and spun against your ribs, seeking for them around the house—until you find them curled up on the middle of the sofa, eyes shut.

you’d never taken such a relieved breath.

pablo has one arm under her back, the other one on her knee like he’s keeping her safe. julia has her stumpy, small arms over his ear, and other lost in his hair.

you can’t blame her, you like that position too.

“pablo.. you awake?” your hand soothes up over his bicep, running along his veins.

his eyes flickered like he wasn’t actually asleep, just ‘closing [his] eyes’. there’s faint pillow scratches over his cheek as he craned his head upward.

“si.”

his voice was hoarse, like he hadn’t used it in a while, just rested in the silence with her. pablo blinked up at you, dazed but smiling.

he glanced back down at julia, brushing his thumb lightly over her flushed cheek.

“she kept asking for you,” he uttered, “but she let me be her backup.. for tonight.”

gavi’s eyes met yours, a inane, sarcastic comment that you knew was going to follow. “i think i passed the test.”

your husband softly pats the cushion just between his legs, outstretching his arm. “c’mere.”

you took refuge beside both of them, splaying your fingers between your daughters unruly locks.

her mouth was wide open, gasping out small stutters and snores every-time a loose thread of hair of hers falls. she’s very much asleep.

“how was she tonight?”

“as pure as gold,” he smiled reverently. “she probably gets that from you.”

“she has your insanely untameable hair though,” you replied, grinning. “give her credit when it’s due.”

your lips met her temple first, then one to his cheek. “you did good,” as you leant your head on his shoulder. “you actually listened for.. once.”

“well, you did give me a whole scroll cariño,” he mused, licking at his lips. “i had no choice but to.”

your laugh is the kind that shakes your shoulders, but still doesn’t disturb julia in the slightest.

pablo’s spare arm tucked underneath your own, curling around your waist and held you close.

“don’t stay out too late next time,” he said after a interlude. “i’ve missed you.”

your eyes fluttered shut with a quiet contentment. “i’m gonna pretend like you didn’t force me out tonight,” you snorted. “but i’ve missed you too. ive missed both of you.”

home wasn’t always just four walls. sometimes it can just be two people.

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love your workkkkkkkk 🤍

can i request a smau with carlos or lance and a plus size reader?

haute couture — 𝐜𝐬. 𝟓𝟓 carlos sainz jr x fem!black!reader (fc: precious lee) requested! smau. fluff. plussize!reader. reader is a model. light profanity. attempt at humor. body positive. one negative comment about reader’s body. couples vacation. loverboy carlos sainz jr. 

synopsis: from photo shoots to spontaneous vacation changes; carlos loves you loudly.

༊࿐ ⊹ ˚. in honor of carlos signing for...*checks notes* williams!!! currently sobbing about logan as i am a fellow florida born but, i will make sure to support him whether or not he's on the grid next year, or in indycar, or anywhere else < 3.

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[caption1; lighting check- felt cute might delete later][caption2; please stop threatening to get get me pregnant in my dms (i have a bf)]

carlossainz55: you could have been cute with me in melbourne ⤷ynmodels: i'll let you explain me ghosting my cover shoot to the magazine ⤷carlossainz55: is the love of your life missing you AND his appendix not a good excuse

user1: how many of my kids r u willing to have? ⤷user1: im serious btw haha

user2: bbg 🫦 lemme knock you up (i'm a girl)

user3: shhhhhh don't pretend like you don't want to have 8 kids with me 🤫 ⤷ynmodels: 8 KIDS??? you're blocked LMFAO

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ynmodels never thought i would be angry about having a cover shoot, but when it means i miss my boyfriend's third race win? i'm enraged‼️so, so, so proud of you, carlos! wish i was there to see you up on that top step! (thank you to harper's bazaar for putting me on the front page 💖)

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carlossainz55: vamossssssssssssssss mami

➥ ynmodels: ¡VAMOS! 😍😍😍😍😍

carlossainz55: hermosa 🥰

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carlossainz55: i'm ordering multiples of this magazine

➥ user4: spectacular, give me 14 of them right now 🤲🏻

user5: i'm no better than a man 😮‍💨

➥ user6: good googly moogly 👀

➥ user7: i dunno if im jealous of her or carlos tbh 😵‍💫

user8: MOTHER 😩

➥ ynmodels: 💅🏾💅🏾💅🏾💅🏾

user9: carlos gets his appendix removed, wins the australian gp, and then gets to go home to a fine ass woman

➥ user10: god may never say that he has favorites but there are signs smh 🤦🏿‍♀️

➥ user11: omm i hope he treats her like the queen she is 🥴

alexandrasaintmleux: don't ask me the color of ANYTHING

➥ charlesleclerc: bebe what are u talking about??? pink is clearly her color 🙄

➥ carlossainz55: the dress is black 😐 @/ynmodels block them.

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instagram • carlossainz55 • runway ⚑

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carlossainz55 off week is fashion week 🚶🏻‍♂️

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user12: just fell to my knees in the middle of my lecture hall 🧎🏼‍♀️

➥ user13: completely understandable

➥ user14: slammed my head on a table in the middle of the library and got kicked out IJBOLLLLL

user15: are y'all looking for a third ???!!!

➥ carlossainz55: absolutely not 😂

lewishamilton: nice to see you guys off the track ✌🏾

➥ ynmodels: it was! can't wait for nyfw with you 🤗🤗

➥ user16: i know carlos curled up into the fetal position absolutely tweaking rn 💀

➥ user17: if lewis hamilton took my girl i wouldn't even be mad about it 🤷🏾‍♂️

user18: thicker than a bowl of oatmeal 🤤

➥ user19: double cheeked up on a thursday afternoon 😣

➥ user20: she has no business walking around like that

➥ user18: like i'm not going to salivate like a dog 🦮

user21: she's what the greek godddesses wished they looked like

➥ ynmodels: this is the best compliment about my body i've ever received 🥹

user22: i know carlos CANNOT handle allat 😂

➥ carlossainz55: i have two hands for a reason.

➥ ynmodels: i'm a healthy handful what can i say 😚

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instagram • ynmodels • en vogue ⚑

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ynmodels manifested this very achievement! so honored to be on the cover of vogue AND to do it wearing louis vuitton and chanel; only up from here < 333

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landonorris: VOGUEEEEEEE ⁉️⁉️

➥ ynmodels: VOGUEEEEEEE LANDOOOO

➥ landonorris: nobody has done it better 😌

➥ ynmodels: ate them for breakfast 😋

➥ user23: literally.

➥ landonorris: don't do too much now @/user23

➥ ynmodels: no bc i'm wondering who TF asked u @/user23

carlossainz55: mi amor, i think i'm crying ☹️

➥ ynmodels: don't cry because i'll cry

➥ carlossainz55: i'm weak my eyes are watering 🥹

➥ ynmodels: you absolutely softy STOP!!!

➥ ynmodels: you're gonna make me ruin my makeup 😣😖

franciscacgomes: OMFGGGGGGG 🤩

➥ ynmodels: i knowwwwwwww

➥ alexandrasaintmleux: 💛💛💛💛

➥ lilymhe: i'm getting this edition framed 💯

voguemagazine: same time next year?

➥ carlossainz55: YES !!!

➥ ynmodels: i'd be honored 😲

➥ user24: where's her vogue video on youtube? I NEED IT

chanelofficial: kiss marks on the cover already 💋

➥ louisvuitton: with hearts drawn on it too 💓

➥ ynmodels: thank you both so much 🫂🫂🫂

lewishamilton: 🫡

zendaya: passed out when i saw this! about time girllll 🥵

➥ ynmodels: yes ma'ammmmmm 😤

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[caption1; sorry girls, not giving these away :) a few presents from carlos][caption2; might let him hit tonight ngl]

user25: if he wanted to he would energy>>>>>

user26: shit tell him to save some flowers for the rest of us 😧 user26: where are you even going to put all of those??? ⤷ynmodels: i keep them around the house, and dry all the flowers to keep them! ⤷ynmodels: nobody's ever gotten me flowers before him so i cherish each and every petal 🤭

pierregasly: take that first photo down before kika sees it pls 🙏🏻 ⤷ynmodels: oh did you say ft kika as i open every bag? and smell every rose? i'd be happy too pierre 🙃

carlossainz55: it's really not enough to show how much i'm proud of you 🙂‍↔️ ⤷ynmodels: carlos please ⤷ynmodels: i don't need anything besides you

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user27: if you don't sit down in that damn car 🤬

➥ ynmodels: carlos told me to stand! yell at him not me ✋🏾

➥ user28: oh so if carlos jumps off a bridge you would too?

➥ ynmodels: expeditiously 😤 i'd backflip off it too 🤸🏾‍♀️

user29: why do we only speak about carlos' gf when this is his post 🤨

➥ user30: “carlos’ gf” don’t be disrespectful. she has a name ☺️

➥ user31: cause she's barbie! and he's just ken 😇 hope that helps 🧚‍♀️🧚‍♀️🧚‍♀️

landonorris: having fun carlos 😃

➥ carlossainz55: cabron please shut up

➥ landonorris: damn a man can't ask if his friend is having a nice time on vacation 😞

charlesleclerc: everything going to plan?

➥ ynmodels: there's a plan?

➥ user32: what plan???

➥ carlossainz55: my plan to take you to see dolphins, is what he's talking about 😅

➥ ynmodels: ooooooh wait let me plug in my camera battery!

➥ user32: i wanna see dolphins :(

maxverstappen: don't chicken out mate 😿

➥ oscarpiastri: i will never let you live that down 😈

➥ ynmodels: why are we bullying my boyfriend?

➥ carlossainz55: i have no idea what they're talking about

user33: first photo could pass as professional ngl

➥ ynmodels: i said the same thing!

➥ user34: carlos takes the best photos of her hand down

➥ user35: best photos of the best model 👏🏽👏🏽👏🏽

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instagram • ynmodels • WE'RE GETTING MARRIED ⚑

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ynmodels im cryiubg omg we're emgagedddd i didn't get to the bottom of shit I LOVE LOVE LPVE LOVE LVE LOVE LOVE YOU CARLOS SAINZ JR 💍💍💍💍💍

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carlossainz55: te amo mas que nada en el mundo

➥ ynmodels: i can't believe this still

➥ carlossainz55: i'll remind you every day 🥰

landonorris: congratsss 🥹🥹🥹

louisvuitton: stunned! but not surprised 😌

fransicacgomes: oh my god! i knew something shifted!!!!

jeanpaulgaultier: please allow me to go wedding dress shopping with you 😅

➥ ynmodels: i was thinking abou asking you for a custom?

➥ jeanpaulgaultier: i really wanted to hear you ask first, we'll talk soon < 3

charlesleclerc: so happy for you both! almost strangled carlos when he told me that he lost the ring haha 😂

➥ ynmodels: he lost the ring????

➥ carlossainz55: i *misplaced* it for like three minutes and panicked ok

maxverstappen1: can't wait for the wedding 😻

alexandrasaintmleux: im screaminggggg 🤯🤯🤯

voguemagazine: 🥳🥳🥳

lewishamilton: about time carlos!!!

➥ carlossainz55: only took me three attempts 🥴

➥ ynmodels: three???

➥ carlossainz: you make me nervous 🫣

oscarpiastri: congrats!

zendaya: that ring looks HEAVYYYY 😮‍💨🥴

➥ ynmodels: oh you can't miss it baby 🥱👅

harpersbazaarus: oooooh happy for you babes💋💋💋

carlossainzofficial: welcome to the family, officially!

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Don’t cry mi amor CS55

Carlos sainz x gf!reader

Warnings: mentions of periods, vomiting, Google translate.

The last thing Carlos expected when he walked through your apartment door at 12:00 in the morning was to find you curled up in a ball on the sofa sobbing. He instantly drops his bag, rushes over and wraps you in his arms.

“mi amor, qué pasa?” (My love, what’s wrong)

“It hurts so much.” You grab onto Carlos’ bicep as another wave of pain ripples through your stomach, making you want to throw up.

“What hurts baby? Tell me so I can take the pain away.”

Before Carlos gets an answer you leap off the sofa and run into the bathroom and empty the contents of your stomach into the toilet.

He is right behind you gently rubbing your back and holding your hair up in a makeshift ponytail.

“It’s alright mi amor let it all out. I’m not going anywhere.”

Eventually your stomach calmed down and you managed to slump into Carlos’s arms, his chest pressed against your back bring you comfort.

“Feel better?Do we need to take you to the doctors?”

You almost coo at how concerned your boyfriend is.”

“No it’s fine baby I just had some really intense cramps. They’ll pass by the morning.”

“oh mi pobre bebe” (oh my poor baby)

Carlos’ hands sneak into the waistband of your leggings and rest gently on your stomach trying to provide it some relief.

“Do you want something to eat mi amor? Will that help?”

“I’m alright thanks. I don’t think I can keep anything down. Right now I just want to cuddle with you.”

“Come on then let’s get you to bed.”

Carlos carefully helps you off the floor and change into a fresh pair of pjs before setting you down in bed.

He positions you so your spooning each other and his hands are still positioned on your stomach.

“Buenas noches cariño, te amo." (goodnight sweetheart, i love you)

Carlos is stirred awake by you trying to move his heavy arm from around your middle.

“No baby stay.” He whines making you huff.

“I need to go change my pad Carlos.”

“Don’t care.”

“Let me go otherwise I’ll leak everywhere.”

Reluctantly Carlos let’s go, deciding it’s a probably a good idea for him to get up and start breakfast.

Knowing you weren’t felling well last night he gets out the ingredients for pancakes, ensuring they turn out nice and fluffy.

“desayuno mi amor” (breakfast my love)

As soon as you notice he’s made pancakes a huge smile instantly covers your face.

“You made me pancakes?”

“Of course, I knew you weren’t feeling well and I thought they’d make you feel better.”

“Best boyfriend ever.”

~

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@exosorcery I hope you don't miss this because look, please ;///////////; I'm a mess reblogging this so much because... Eggs!

Also you guys ;-----;

@saengak @plokoonsdisapprovingeyebrows @kohtoyah

Look at this little guy >: I can't. I just, I can't.

Literally me rn:

I wanted to see Kel-Dor being oviparous with telepathic ability and this came out.

Also walking communication device Kel-Dor is canon in my head now.

I love imagining Boost as a sweet child(except to 3PO).