#fast and fabulous: a driven love

[youaresimplylovely]

𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒍𝒚'𝒔 𝑻𝒂𝒈𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕 𝑭𝒐𝒓𝒎

𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒍𝒚'𝒔 𝑭𝒆𝒆𝒅𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝑭𝒐𝒓𝒎

Carlos Sainz Jr. One Shots

BabyGirl

"Daddy can you pass me the salt?"

Kisses.

Charles Leclerc One Shots

We Keep This Love in a Photograph

Lando Norris One Shots

Plane Rides

My Poor Baby

Lewis Hamilton One Shots

My Man in Red

Max Verstappen One Shots

My Champion

Big Baby

Oscar Piastri One Shots

Bondi Beach

Bianca Bustamante One Shots

Car Rides

Texts with the F1 Drivers

Random Texts With the F1 Drivers

Random Texts With the F1 Drivers Pt. 2

F1 Drivers React to You Pranking them that You're Pregnant

F1 Drivers React to you Posting a Revealing Outfit

F1 Drivers React To You Texting Them "Are You Cheating on Me?"

F1 Drivers React To Your Pregnancy Cravings Pt. 1

F1 Drivers React To You Falling Asleep

Fast and Fabulous: A Driven Love

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Fashion n' Cars

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Lovely's 200 Followers Special Celebration Posts

My Poor Baby - LN 4

Big Baby - MV 1

[maxarchive]

2024 L'Équipe Interview, "I always need to improve."

This fascinating dive into the heart of a champion's life, through his words, reveals the warm and endearing man described by those who know him intimately. A 26-year-old man, different from the one we have become accustomed to seeing over the years, this wild and cold beast who leaves no room for improvisation and feeling.

At your press briefing, you said you'd rather talk about your car than non-sporting problems. So, how is this RB20? It's great. I felt comfortable in it straight away. I'd say it was more of an evolution, an improvement on the previous car.

Is that so? Despite all the exterior changes, are your driving feelings close to those of last year? It's even a little better, a little more natural. And that's great.

Did you feel it as soon as you got into the car during winter testing? You can never be sure right from the first run, but I could see from the start that it was well balanced and, above all, that I could set a good time straight away. That's a sign that the car will be fast! After that, you have to know where the competition stands. We don't know how the others have worked.

Did you have the same feeling with the RB19 in early 2023? Pretty much, yes. There were a couple of things to sort out, but nothing dramatic.

Of all the Red Bulls you've driven driven since 2016, is there one that you like the most? The most fun were those of the previous generation (before the 2022 ground effect regulations).

The one from 2021? Exactly (his face lights up). The car was great, it was responsive. Today, they've become heavy, wide and long.

But do you like them all the same? When you're driving the best car on the grid, when it's a Formula 1 car, of course (he laughs).

Weren't those 2021 cars a little on the edge? Didn't they force you to make mistakes sometimes? (He reflects.) No, I don't think so. We managed to make the most of it, and then there was this philosophy, this way of to make it sharper (his hand mimics the diving single-seater like Red Bull used to design its single-seaters). I loved it.

Are you having more trouble today? (He smiles.) No… I don't care. I can adapt. But these 2021 cars, they went faster through the slow corners, they moved better. I was having more fun.

When they say you can drive any car, what would you do at the wheel of a Haas (last team in the standings last year)? (He smiles.) I don't think I'd win a race.

Not even a podium? Normally not (he reflects). Probably not. But I'd try do a better job than anyone else, that's for sure. After that, if the car is slow, it's slow.

It seems that since the advent of ground effect cars, you've been unbeatable. Do these single-seaters require special driving techniques and do you adapt better to them? I don't think so. If I'm successful, it's because I've got a great team around me who have built these fabulous cars. We had a bit of trouble getting back to the top with the old generation, but by 2021, we'd figured it out. And by 2022, things were looking up.

So, no change in style? Of course not. The cars have changed, and so have the tires. But we're adapting.

In what way? The car is heavier so I can't rely on it as much. The tires are wider, which means less visibility. The suspensions are so hard that we have to work on a new way of attacking the curbs.

Does that take time? Yes, it does. But it's the same for everyone.

Last week, Pierre Waché, the designer of the RB20, told us he really appreciated your technical feedback, that it allowed the team to progress. What do you have to ask him today, when you crushed the first race? Every car has its weaknesses and it takes time to overcome them. We haven't driven on enough tracks yet to tell you. Last year, it was the street circuits. This year, I'll tell you later, but I'd say they're details.

You give the impression of always having had a steering wheel in your hands. What's your first memory? (Instantly.) I was 3 years old and rode a mini moto.

And in a car? In August 2013, in Wales, on a Formula Renault 2-liter on the Pembrey circuit. It was my first experience in a single-seater. Something very different from karting. It took me a while to adjust my behavior and reflexes. I had no experience of tires, especially as it was raining. It was raining hard. The first few laps were a bit hard, and I spun a few times, but after that I had a blast. I had Michelin tyres which are excellent in these conditions. I just loved it.

Everything seems easy when you talk about driving. I was lucky enough to have a father who helped me a lot and gave me lots of advice. And the best thing was to let myself go and find the limit of the car.

Do you think your success can be explained by the talent or hard work you've put in to progress? Some people are more gifted than others. It's the same in soccer. The first day I drove a go-kart, I smiled (his eyes sparkle). And I haven't stopped since. The helmet (he mimes putting it on), I didn't take it off all day. I knew it was what I wanted to do.

This winter, you went GT racing with your father. Can't you stop stop driving? It's my passion. I also love the simulator. It's important because by changing cars all the time, you can adapt more quickly to the changes in F1. I need to try things out; I always need to improve. And I love making a car go faster (he smiles).

Alain Prost confided to us that his last year in F1, in 1993, was a very tense one, when he was favourite for the title with the best car in the field. Now, for your fourth title, you find yourself in a similar situation. How do you see this season? I'm not asking myself that question. If I don't win, I look for the reason why. Is it my fault? Then I'll correct the mistake. It's not my fault, so I'm going to help the team improve our performance. You can never win it all.

Is that why your duel with Lewis Hamilton in 2021 will surely go down as one of the greatest seasons in Formula 1 history? I know you're not going to agree with me (he smiles). But, in my eyes, the best was last year. People saw it as a one-sided domination, but you don't measure the degree of involvement of every member of the team in achieving this amazing result (21 wins out of a possible 22 for Red Bull, 19 for Verstappen). It's something I'm very proud of. It must have seemed boring to some people, but I don't care (his hands make a helpless gesture). I'm here to judge my performance and that of the team. And 2023 was the best season ever. The 2021 season doesn't even come close.

Translated via DeepL

[ashisgreedy]

König with a non-gender specific S/O

Headcannons

SFW & NSFW🔞 ⬇️ Below

Under 18, DNI

SFW

When he plans the dates it's usually some form of activity.

He'd take you on a hike or a long walk any day (and any weather to your dismay at times 🤣).

He loves to get to the end of the trial and see the view with you. His cheeks would be pink but he wouldn't be out of breath at all.

I think the only PDA he's comfortable with is hand holding. He would steal a kiss when no one was looking, but hand holding is 100% up his alley.

Also, he doesn't care who's around, you always get a big hug goodbye when you part ways.

Food! Loves to try new food with you! He loves showing you different food from all over the world.

Cooks exclusively with pre-prepared ingredients (like pre chopped onions, shredded lettuce, graded cheese and so on) to take some short cuts because he loves eating more than cooking tbh. The recipe always comes out fabulous anyway!

Learned how to style your hair for you as a form an intimacy. He said he was just learning incase you ever got sick and needed help with your daily routine. But he seems to do it to show you how much a cares.

He takes his time taking care of your hair and styling it the way you taught him. It always comes out so perfect. (You're kinda of jealous how consistently good he makes your hair style come out)

In bed = in his arms

Physical touch and time spent together are his top love languages. But he also loves gift giving/receiving.

He falls asleep instantly when it's time for bed. He says "Goodnight, I love you." And he's out before you can reply.

He's a super quiet sleeper. You've woken up many times to feel around his side of the bed to make sure he's still there. He doesn't move or snore. Literally silent all night long.

NSFW

Little too eager sometimes and has definitely stretched or ripped your clothes to the point where you can't wear them again.

Kind of ferral?! Once the relationship is established and he's comfortable, be ready for serious and instinctually driven sex.

He knows what you like and he uses that 'against' you everytime. He goes fast sometimes but is skillful and thorough.

Hugs from behind> turn to kisses on the neck> turn to his hands roaming your body> to his hands sneaking inside your clothes> to him pressing you up against the wall> wrapping your legs around his waist> and him whispering praises into your ear when you moan.

Afterwards is usually just him wanting to gaze into your eyes and cuddle you close while naked for as long as you'll let him. He's kinda cheesy but stupidly-adorable. Ahhhhh

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This was fun to write!

I love thinking about him ❤️

[theambitiouswoman]

Hey sistaa

This is kinda funny😅

In my work place I'm getting so much attention and I'm unconsciously chasing them at some point and that's putting me down in part of focusing on my own stuffs and work

Firstly

I think it's because It's been so many years now that I dated anyone...it's really been very very long time ,but I'm getting attracted very soon,, like very fast, just if the guy is being sweet and nice and smiling around..I'm down for them🙄😒😒you get it!? Even tho I don't need any love commitment relationships right now

Secondly

I think I never got that father love and care , I mean I never got from anybody TBH..so I guess that's why I'm attracted to someone so quickly right??

I think it's truee...

So how to control these temptations (ik it's normal for everybody) but I'm getting desperate sistaaaaa🙄😒🙄

And started expecting them to show me care and love😭😑😐

Sisss trust meee they only started all these😑 and made me like this now

Hey sis! 💁‍♀️

I think you are on the right track with your thought process on this one.

It's very natural to crave attention especially if you've been single for a while. If this is the first time you find yourself getting a lot of attention from men, it can feel intoxicating and we want to chase it and run with it. Not having that fatherly love or care can also impact our relationships and how we perceive affection. It's possible that you're looking for that missing affection in your interactions with men at work.

But not all attention is good attention. It's important to discern between attention that uplifts you and attention that might be superficial or even harmful. Nothing good for us will serve as a distraction.

Be careful to not let external validation dictate your self worth. Not everyone who gives us attention has good intentions. Some might be driven by their own agendas or motives. It's easy to get swayed by attention and start molding ourselves to fit what others want to see.

Like everything in life, attention is best in moderation. It's okay to enjoy it, but it's also important to recognize when it's becoming a distraction or affecting our well being. Focus on loving and valuing yourself. When you're content and confident in your own skin, you're less likely to seek validation from others.

A lot of people experience similar emotions. It's important to recognize these feelings, understand where they're coming from, and take steps to ensure they don't negatively impact your life. Stay strong and fabulous! 💖

[mothpawbs]

here's the rough draft of the mcr vs lord huron compare/contrast essay i'm doing for a college class bc i can't be stopped

it's under the read more, also i'm tagging the people who said in the tags of my last post about this that they'd like to read it, thanks for encouraging my chaos. enjoy :)

               There are many bands and musicians in the world. Because of this, there is bound to be some overlap and similarities between artists eventually. But while this is usually confined to artists of similar genres, occasionally there will be two bands from completely different scenes who are remarkably similar. My Chemical Romance and Lord Huron are two such bands. Quite popular within their own circles, but scarcely heard of beyond pop culture references outside of their fanbases, both have somehow filled the same oddly specific musical and cultural niche while never once interacting.

               One similarity they share is their origins, specifically of their respective founders. My Chemical Romance was founded in 2001 by New Jersey native Gerard Way, and Lord Huron was founded nine years later in 2010 by the Michigan-born Ben Schneider. Both dabbled in music from a young age, and eventually moved on to be educated as visual artists, something both would use later in the creation of album art and supplemental media for their music. Eventually, both ended up following their dreams of creating bands, with Way creating My Chemical Romance in response to witnessing the 9/11 attacks and Schneider forming Lord Huron simply because it was something he felt he needed to do.

A major difference between the two is their genre of choice. My Chemical Romance is a star of the alternative rock scene, with their heavy instrumentals and dramatic vocals, and has a sound and aesthetic inspired by the works of bands such as Queen, Misfits, Black Flags, The Smiths, and Ramones (La Bella, 2008). Lord Huron brightly contrasts that, with their classic indie folk twang and layered acoustics influenced by the likes of Bob Dylan, Leonard Cohen, and Kate Bush (Orlando, 2022). The closest they ever come in music style is Lord Huron’s third studio album Vide Noir, a vivid departure from their previous folk sound for a heavier, distinctively eerie and distorted garage rock vibe.

Likely the most striking similarity for their fans, both bands are well-known for their extensively narrative-driven concept albums, something which by itself could warrant its own essay. Both bands use their music to tell stories, with each having a surface-level meaning along with a deeper purpose within the overarching plot of an album, as opaque and those plots can sometimes be. My Chemical Romance tells fairly explicit tales, with the doomed murderous duo in I Brought You My Bullets, You Brought Me Your Love, the revenge-fueled mission to save a lost lover (likely the same from Bullets) in Three Cheers For Sweet Revenge, a cancer patient’s life, death, and subsequent trip to Hell in The Black Parade, and the Killjoys’ resistance against Better Living Industries in Danger Days: The True Lives Of The Fabulous Killjoys. Lord Huron, while having equally rich narratives, are much more vague with their storytelling. Lonesome Dreams tells of a man wandering the world alone, Strange Trails starts with a fast-paced and jaunty gang tale before diving into supernatural themes bordering on cryptid horror, Vide Noir is a bleak and psychotic search for a lost love influenced by drugs and cosmic horrors, and Long Lost seems to be the songs of radio ghosts who maybe don’t quite realize they’re ghosts. Both artists also have companion material for at least one album each, with the story of Danger Days continued through Way’s comic series Killjoys, and Lord Huron recently revealing the full story of Vide Noir with a feature-length film by the same name. Fans of both artists revel in analyzing every video, lyric, and promo piece for details on these stories, and it is the double meanings in their songs that keep many fans coming back for more.

Speaking of these double meanings, another major similarity the bands show is the themes often used in their songs. While their approaches may differ, both bands have one overarching theme that permeates most of their songs: death. My Chemical Romance approaches death from several angles: as a terrifying thing to fight against, and as something to ultimately be embraced. The best example of this is the narrative of The Black Parade, with almost the entire album beingdedicated to the experience and processing of death by the main character, known as the Patient. This is most apparent in the songs The End, Dead!, Cancer, and Famous Last Words. Lord Huron approaches this topic in a similar fashion, with death, as well as one’s memory fading and disappearing, cast as a somber inevitability. This is something the POV of a song is either avoiding (The Man Who Lives Forever, The Yawning Grave, Ancient Names (Parts I and II), and Not Dead Yet) or actively accepting and/or anticipating (The Ghost On The Shore, The Birds Are Singing At Night, Until The Night Turns, Way Out There, Wait By The River, and What Do It Mean). Schneider also adds a third angle, the horror of dying and coming back. This is explored most in the albums Strange Trails and Vide Noir, with songs like The World Ender, Meet Me In The Woods, The Balancer’s Eye, and Back From The Edge detailing what might happen if one dies and returns, for reasons of revenge, rejection by the powers that be, or maybe no reason at all. Another facet of death that both bands explore is death or disappearance of a loved one, with songs like My Chemical Romance’s Helena, The Ghost Of You, and Welcome To The Black Parade, and Lord Huron’s In The Wind, The Night We Met, and Drops In The Lake. In total, both bands have the topic of death covered on almost all fronts possible.

Despite the differences in their genres, influences, presences, and even statuses (with Lord Huron currently still a band and My Chemical Romance only becoming active again recently after an almost ten-year breakup), these two groups share a truly remarkable number of similarities in both their origins and approaches to writing songs and albums. Both explore similar topics, albeit in different ways, and use their chosen medium to process similar themes and bring their stories to audiences that can resonate with them. There is a non-negligible overlap of people who would consider themselves fans of both bands, which, though surprising at first, becomes less shocking when these similarities are weighed against their differences.

@mynervoussystemdoes @smugglerofsass @thatmivy

[funkymbtifiction]

If I ever had any doubt about my 7 wing, listening to Enneagram at the Movies' podcast about Stephen Spielberg and his overt 7 themes in all his movies has put them to rest. A+ Podcast Content!

It also made me chuckle a little, because one of the accusations against Elvis (which is a fabulous movie, btw) is that the director, Baz, never lets sad moments linger long enough (in the same way Spielberg can't leave off on a sad note even in his serious films). Baz is an obvious 7w6 so/sx filmmaker and it shows in his movies; neither one of them can stand dwelling in the shadow lands. It's not happy or exciting or fun enough to stimulate them. But they both are big crowd-pleasers, because they give us a good time at the movies. I've always loved Baz's films for being shiny and theatrical and fast-moving and... well, 7ish. They never bore me (I am easily bored).

I listened to The Godfather one this morning and... I had known Vito and Michael and Sonny are all 8s, but had never really thought about it being an 8 movie. Like, everything about it is 8. Power dynamics, force, retribution, evening the score; how Michael picks his wife is extremely 8 -- "Here is some information about me that you could use against me." Subtext: giving you this information puts you at risk, since I might kill you to keep you silent -- are you going to let me court your daughter or not? And it hadn't sunk into me, either, that... almost everyone is an 8, character-wise. Vito, Michael, Sonny, Clemenza, their rival don, even Connie is likely an 8w7. o.O

I also like the fact that the guys on the podcast come to it fresh, not knowing what another one is going to say this character is, so they all present their case and let the audience decide. I've been listening to them at random and sometimes I agree with an argument and change my own mind about that characters' type, and sometimes one of them proposes an argument similar to mine. (One of them thinks Black Widow is a 3, another thinks she's a 6 -- 6 is my guess.) For example, Interstellar. I could never figure out Anne Hathaway's character's motivations and they see her as either a 3 or a 5. That's also where I got stuck, since nothing else fits. But Murph as an 8 surprised me, and Cooper, they all saw differently (one said 2, another said 7/8; I saw him as super-ego and warm, but in the 6/7 range). Their perception of Christopher Nolan as a 5, however, is spot on. I'd agree with that. He's extremely concept-intellectual-driven (plus, he's an INTJ, so...).

[lemonysnicket]

sorry i just accidentally pressed unfollow instead of ask but anyways fiona widdershins and jacques snicket for character bingo if you want <3

SDFDSKLFJ I GET YOU FAM TUMBLR IS A STRUGGLE LOL anyways first up we have fionaaaa!! I know I don't post about her often but, as is evident by my bio, I really really love her. She gets such a bad rep from the instafandom and generally annoying people who just can't seem to fathom that characters can be complex and have motivations that conflict with the main characters...She's a fabulous character that's so compelling and full of depth and I could talk forever about how she's forced to grow up too fast and how she's been robbed of her childhood by Widdershins, misfortune, and VFD. Girlie deserves a break and rest and she's actually so fascinating. I find her lovely and it's so disappointing and frustrating to me how much hate she gets from fans that don't understand this and instead go crazy over shipping discourse that doesn't matter. Like, the Kladora and Kliona ship wars make me want to scream. Fiona deserves love and not this behavior SDJFKSDHLF

jacques <3 my silly silly cow man. He's such an interesting guy to think about... He definitely gets the least development of the Snickets, which is why he's under the "don't really think about them much" part. Like, i really do love him and he has such a distinct and cool vibe that I love to explore. He has such little detail about him but it's really fun to infer the kind of person he is and his moral code and just everything. But ultimately, it's a little difficult because he's not quite as explored as Lemony or Kit. I love all the snickets though, and Jacques is no exception. I just absolutely love the vibes of this guy who's so loyal to VFD and is so driven by this mission and purpose - who can honestly kind of see through the nobility of VFD but keeps going with it because, like, he's just so loyal to them and keeps going with this self righteousness for the "cause." and i think that's Neat. tldr i think jacques is cool as hell and i adore him, it's just a little hard to go total feral blorbo mode on him because he's not as relevant

[geekandfluff]

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[cheesyficwriter]

To all who celebrate, Happy Thanksgiving! This short ficlet is dedicated to a fellow HP fanfic writer @accio-broom, who is not only a fabulous writer and beta, but has become such a dear friend to me! And on top of that, it's her birthday!! I hope you all can join me in wishing her the happiest of days. This Romione ficlet is inspired by a scene from one of our favorite TV shows, One Tree Hill. I hope you enjoy!

A Very Hogwarts Reunion

Happy birthday, accio-broom!

Inspired by One Tree Hill, Season 7, Episode 6 (Naley)

The last thing Ron expects to happen on a random Friday at the end of November is to receive an urgent notice from Professor McGonagall, insisting that he floo directly to her office at Hogwarts as fast as wizardly possible.

Filled with nothing but worry for Hermione, who is there finishing up her seventh and final year, he drops everything to make his way to the castle.

Stepping out of the bright green flames, he finds Professor McGonagall standing before him, wearing her signature emerald green robes and pointed hat as well as a very prim expression on her face.

“Mr. Weasley. Thank you for coming.”

Ron wipes away the soot from his trousers, eyes flickering around the room. “Where is she, Professor?”

“In the empty classroom next door. Now, I can’t fathom what would have made her resort to physical violence, but I only hope that you can help her through.”

Ron lets out a pronounced sigh, knowing from personal experience that Hermione has the capacity for explosive rage if driven to such lengths. “Thanks for owling me.”

"We don't usually allow visitors at Hogwarts," McGonagall reminds him as she glides across the room, "however, given the circumstances, I thought it would be best to allow an exception."

Ron nods at his former teacher, shoving his hands into his pockets as his gaze drifts to the doorway. He's eager to see Hermione, considering how close in proximity she is after so much time they’ve spent apart.

The professor must sense his anxiety, for she opens the door with a flick of her wand before leaving him with one final warning. "Don't make me regret my decision."

"I'd never take advantage of your leniency, Professor."

McGonagall's mouth draws into a thin line, eying him from behind her square spectacles.

Intimidated by the severe-looking woman, Ron clears his throat. "Right, er, I'll just go then."

"That'd probably be for the best, Mr. Weasley."

He makes his way in a haste towards the classroom, finding the door already ajar and Hermione with her head down, scribbling away on a piece of parchment at a desk in the first row of the empty classroom.

Ron smiles to himself, holding his silence for a few moments as he leans against the doorframe, observing the vertical wrinkles between her brows that so often appear when she’s concentrating.

"Hermione Granger got banned from the library for the day. Those are words I never thought I'd utter."

A soft gasp expels from her lips as she drops her quill. Snapping her head up, her eyes go round.

"Ron! What are you doing here?"

“Everything alright there, love?” he asks, stepping into the classroom as Hermione stands and throws her arms around his neck. Ron buries his nose into her bushy curls, inhaling the floral scent of her shampoo that he's missed so much.

Hermione pulls back from the embrace, keeping her hands firm on his shoulders as she searches his eyes for answers. "But, how?"

"Professor McGonagall seems to believe that you need someone to talk to."

Ron watches the heat creep up on Hermione's face as she releases a frustrated exhale. "She shouldn't have involved you."

"Ouch." Ron clutches the jumper over his chest, feigning offense.

"Not that I'm not happy to see you! I am!" Hermione insists, leaning up to give him a quick peck on the lips. "It's just-"

She releases her hold on him, deciding instead to pace the length of the deserted classroom. Ron takes note of her rapid breathing and flushed face, and he frowns as he tries to make sense of her distress.

“I cannot believe that she had the audacity...it's positively mental...”

Ron struggles to find the right words to tame her fury springing to life. “Hermione-”

“I mean, honestly," she interrupts, anger flaring across her face. "Prudence Bulstrode is so vile! Quite like her older sister, Millicent. She’s lucky all she got were bats crawling out of her nostrils.”

Ron doesn’t even bother hiding the pleased grin on his face as he repeats her full name. “Hermione Granger. Are you telling me that you hexed someone?”

“No!” Her expression darkens, a flit of annoyance appearing on her face. “I mean, maybe — I mean…” She bites her lip, bowing her head. “Yes. It’s quite possible that I did.”

He presses his lips together, trying to hold in his laughter. Crossing his arms, Ron steps closer, observing the way Hermione plays with her hands like she always does when she’s nervous. “What ever happened to, oh I don't know, walking away? Ignoring comments like the ones Malfoy used to spew at us."

“You weren’t there! You didn’t hear what she said to me as I was simply keeping to myself in the library.”

Ron resists the urge to roll his eyes. “What a surprise. What did she say?”

Hermione’s nostrils flare as she avoids his gaze. “Oh, it’s not really important.”

“Hermione, tell me.”

“I’ve already said,” she snaps with an intractable temper, causing Ron to take a step back. She looks like Fluffy the three-headed dog, ready to bite someone’s head off — preferably not his. “It’s nothing you should be concerned about.”

“Well, I wanna know anyway.”

“Well, I don’t want you to know.”

“Why don’t you want me to know?”

Hermione huffs out a large breath, her mouth set in a tight pout. "The comment she made...it wasn't about me."

"It wasn't?" Ron’s brows furrow as confusion sets in.

Hermione leans back against one of the desks, using her hands for stability. Heaving out a deep sigh, she admits, "It was about you."

A warmth fills his chest, and he figures the lopsided grin on his face is already giving away how honored he is that she felt compelled enough to defend him with such thundering rage. It’s honestly pretty embarrassing how excited he is about the matter.

Placing a palm over his heart, Ron says with a dramatic tinge to his voice, "My hero."

"Oh, stop it."

He wants to chuckle, finding it amusing how bent out of shape she seems to be over the whole ordeal, but the look of defeat on her face stills him. "What is it, love?"

"I'm assuming you're curious as to what she said."

Ron takes a large stride forward, shaking his head. "Actually, I'm not."

"Really?"

"Yes, really." He moves close enough to take her hands in his.

Hermione glances down at their joined hands before gazing back up at him, appearing perplexed. "And why is that?"

“‘Cause I don’t really care about the comment. All I care about is you.” The way her eyes glisten with adoration as she listens to his words is enough to spur Ron on. “And right now? I’m thinking…”

“What are you thinking?" She breathes out after he pauses for a moment too long.

Raising an eyebrow, Ron smirks down at her. “My girl is a bloody badass. That’s fucking hot.”

“Ron!” Hermione scolds, although she can’t hide the adorable blush on her cheeks. “Wait, really?”

“Oh yeah, totally. In fact…” He leans over to capture her lips with his before she can protest, deepening the kiss as she sighs into his mouth. When she interlaces her fingers behind his neck, Ron takes the opportunity to pull her body flush against his, allowing his hands to roam up and down her backside.

Blimey, he really did miss her. This Hogwarts reunion in a deserted classroom, with Hermione, is bloody fantastic.

Before they can become far too consumed by each other, Hermione mumbles against his lips, “I feel like we should close that door.”

Ron’s eyes practically bulge out of their sockets as his head swivels towards the open doorway. Bloody hell, no matter how much he wants to be in a compromising position with Hermione, he sure does not want to be caught in one by Professor McGonagall.

"Somehow I feel like she’ll know if I close the door."

“Who will know?”

“Just trust me,” Ron mutters, taking Hermione’s hand again. “She’ll know. Fancy a walk?”

Beaming up at him, Hermione answers, “Sounds perfect.”

[blackacre13]

I do love your works and writing skills in general 🙈 Pleeease, part 4 of Teacher/Student AU

Thank you so so much! Here's Part 9!

“Great,” Debbie nodded, slipping into the trench coat she’d been carrying. “Then I’ll pick you up outside the student union. Say 7?”

Lou nodded nervously before letting out a whispered “okay”.

Amita kicked her under the table and Lou shot her a puzzled look.

“Any sort of dress code?” Amita asked for her, clearing her throat.

“Wouldn’t mind seeing another one of those fabulous suits,” Debbie smirked, locking eyes with Lou.

At 6:55pm, Lou was standing outside the student union, pacing back and forth, cuffing her blazer sleeve to take a peek at her watch every other 30 seconds like she had been for the last ten minutes even though she knew someone like Deborah Ocean would pull in at 7:00pm on the nose.

Against Tammy’s attempt at piss poor persuasion, as promised, Lou had gone back for the powder blue suit she’d pined over before her interview, and promised herself she’d snag if she got the TA position. And if anything was going to help her survive this dinner, there was nothing like some star power to get her through. Well, Starman, that is.

She looked down at her red heeled boots and took a deep breath, adjusting the chain that was keeping her lapels closed for the dozenth time. She was so distracted she barely noticed the sound of tires pulling up along the gravel until she heard her name and turned in time to see Debbie’s head slowly appearing as the window of a sleek black car rolled down.

“Wasn’t sure if that was you or Bowie,” Debbie grinned, nodding to Lou’s pin-covered blazer.

“I take it you like the suit,” Lou grinned, bravery suddenly seeping its way into her veins, coating over the nerves.

“I do,” Debbie nodded. Lou wasn’t sure if she imagined Debbie looking her up and down or not. “Gonna get in or will I be leaving you on the curb for the night?”

Lou prayed she wasn’t blushing as she let herself in the door and sank into the passenger seat, breathing in the thick smell of leather and perfume, her eyes flashing towards Debbie’s smooth, long legs that stood out, a black heel revving against the gas.

“I would’ve brought my bike, but you know,” the brunette shrugged, looking down towards her heels as Lou used the opportunity to sneak a longer peek before turning her focus back to the windshield with a long gulp.

“You ride?” Lou laughed, the nerves returning as Debbie’s hand found the gearshift, short red nails tapping along it.

“Clears my head,” Debbie smirked, switching the gear and pushing down on the gas. “Buckle up, Ms. Miller. We’ve got reservations.”

The ride was fast and quiet, for which Lou was immensely grateful. Debbie drove with the skills of an assassin. Piercing brown eyes darting around in the sleek lamp lit darkness of the highway. Sure hands on the steering wheel. Rippling thigh muscles. A knowing smirk. Humming in a soft, barely-there, but melodic voice along to the low music playing. Orchestra music, Lou noticed. Intense orchestral music. Like a movie score.

The car whipped around suddenly and Lou blinked her eyes, phased, as they entered a parking garage, too bright with fluorescent lighting. But it didn’t take away from the almost ethereal glow Debbie was casting off through the shadows. Lou had to tell herself to snap the hell out of it before she lost her mind.

She was glad she hadn’t driven them or she would’ve been opening the door for Debbie without a second thought, but she couldn’t help herself as she stepped in front of Debbie to open the door to the restaurant as Debbie chuckled softly behind her. She prayed the professor couldn’t see the goosebumps rising on the back of her neck as Debbie’s breath tickled it before she passed inside, thanking Lou before nodding towards a table.

“Ms. Ocean,” the waiter practically sang before they could even sit. She had him wrapped in a hug instantly.

“Linus,” she grinned, turning to Lou. “Friend of my brother’s. We go back ages.”

“And this must be your newest protege,” Linus grinned, offering out a hand for Lou to shake. “Congratulations! You must be very talented. Debbie only picks the finest of students to let into her little secret world.”

“And fewer here,” Debbie laughed, motioning to the dimly-lit restaurant. “But when I gave Danny the run down on Lou here, we both knew the perfect spot.”

“Only the finest for any Ocean,” Linus winked. “Lou, it’s a pleasure.”

Lou watched the young man scurry off, more curious than ever.

“Danny’s my brother,” Debbie explained, sitting down at one of the chairs as Lou’s lanky legs found her own. “You remind me a bit of him so I asked for a restaurant recommendation.”

“I hope in a good way,” Lou smiled, nervously taking a sip from her glass of water.

“Is there any other?” Debbie smirked. “I can have Linus grab you a menu, but do you trust me?”

Did she trust her? Lou almost scoffed out loud. She’d follow Debbie into hell if she asked her.

“Of course,” Lou nodded.

“I knew I liked you,” Debbie murmured, waving to Linus as he returned. “I guessed whiskey. Am I right?”

Lou was surprised. She’d only been drinking legally for a few months, but Debbie had hit it right on the head. Of course she had.

“Bingo.”

Debbie scoffed. “Trivial pursuit,” she spoke quietly. “Or if we’re talking big leagues, blackjack.”

Lou laughed to herself. “Do you always try to guess everything about your students?”

“I wouldn’t call it guessing,” Debbie thought. “More reading. And not all of them. Just the ones I’m closest with. And like I’ve said, this position can take you places. Have to know who I’m working with.”

“Well, I’m an open book,” Lou lied, almost itching for Debbie to call her bluff. But the thing was, she liked that Debbie could read her. It was vulnerable and raw, but it was weirdly helping her trust Dr. Ocean. She just hoped Debbie planned to reveal more about herself too, because Lou needed to know. She was hungry for it.

“We both know that’s not true,” the brunette smirked.

Lou blushed as she tried to backtrack. “I hope this doesn’t sound weird,” the blonde admitted, both applauding and wanting to smack herself. “But I feel really connected to you and I admire you. I just want to learn and do whatever I can to change my life, of course, but also to make yours better and easier.”

“I know,” Debbie smiled. “In fact, as cheesy as it is, you remind me a lot of myself. As a student. As an artist. And as a confidant, I hope. But cryptic things aside, let’s enjoy dinner, shall we? And for tonight at least, I’ll steal your open book line. Ask me anything. Nothing’s off the table.”

“Nothing?” Lou coughed, putting down her drink.

“Nothing,” the brunette laughed, practically glowing. “Why, Ms. Miller? Something particular in mind?”

“Maybe a few things,” Lou swallowed.

[idreamofplaid]

All is Calm

Square Filled: Impala for @spngenrebingo & Huddle for Warmth for @spnchristmasbingo

Characters: Dean x Reader; Sam mostly mentioned

Word Count: 2445

Summary: Dean been distracted by hunting lately, but he’s fully focused now. Everything is clear to him.

Created for @spngenrebingo & @spnchristmasbingo

Dean was usually so good about keeping Baby maintained and in top condition. Her oil was always changed hundreds of miles before it needed to be, the air pressure and tread on her tires was checked on practically a weekly basis along with her fluid levels. Some people might say he was obsessive about his car. You’d come to understand she was more than just a car to him, and the way he cared for her was the way he cared for anything and anyone that mattered to him.

It was one of the many admirable qualities about Dean. You had noticed this softer side of his in so many small ways since you’d met him. Along with that softness, he possessed a driven determination. That determination pushed him to keep hunting the next monster, save the next person, do what he could to make the world better. That was why Baby hadn’t been receiving her usual amount of attention lately, too many monsters in the world. That was also the reason the two of you were stuck in the middle of nowhere Montana right now. Baby had a dead battery.

That was bad enough, but it was the week before Christmas, and in Montana that meant full fledged winter. Walking out of here wasn’t an option. The last town you’d passed through was thirty miles back, and new snow was beginning to fall. Even worse, the cell signal out here was so weak Dean had barely gotten to say ten words to Sam before the line went dead. He reassured you that was enough for his tech geek brother to turn on the GPS and find you. You just had to wait it out. 

Fortunately, Baby’s trunk contained not only every weapon known to humankind but also sleeping bags and blankets in the compartment beneath those weapons. Dean fetched those and covered the backseat with a sleeping bag, leaving the other covers in a pile for now, then he motioned for you to get inside with a lopsided smile, “We’re going to have to make the best of it until Sam gets here.”

Sam didn’t drive the way Dean did, but he could be fast enough when the situation called for it. Still, it would take hours for him to get here. That was a long time with the temperature dropping the way it was. You tried to sound more sure that the two of you would make it through this okay than you felt. “What are we going to do exactly?” The uncertainty was in your voice in spite of your best efforts, and you knew Dean could hear it based on his reaction. He went into joking and downplaying the situation mode.

“We’re gonna get under those blankets and sing Christmas carols. I have a fabulous voice.” He held the car door open and swept his arm gallantly toward the interior and the back seat. You climbed in and Dean followed, closing the door behind him.

It wasn’t the first time you’d been in Baby’s backseat by any means, but it was the first time you had been here with Dean. You knew it wasn’t the first time Dean had been back here either; the difference was he wasn’t a passenger when he was in the backseat of this car. Better not to think about that right now. You were in danger of freezing to death; you could think about your crush and deal with your jealousy tomorrow after you survived.

Dean reached around you, grabbed the other sleeping bag, and settled it around the two of you; then he did the same with a blanket. His final move was to put his arms around you and draw you in close to him. He rested his chin on top of your head and dropped the bravado. “I’m gonna keep you warm, Y/N. It’ll be okay.”

His body was warm, but as the last of the heat disappeared from the inside of the car, you could feel the cold gathering around the little cocoon Dean had made. You weren’t going to let yourself be scared. You were with Dean, and he would take care of you. You tried to snuggle closer to him, but you were already about as close as you could get. So, you tried to distract yourself. “What about those Christmas songs, Dean?”

He rubbed his hand along your back to create more warmth. “I kinda exaggerated that a little. I can’t sing at all.” You put your head on his shoulder and sighed, only it wasn’t the contented kind; it was much more the “I can make it through this” kind of sigh. Dean tried to redirect your thoughts with a different approach. “I can tell stories though.”

“Really?” You didn’t lift your head from his shoulder and slipped your hand beneath his jacket. Dean took it for what it was, a gesture to keep warm, but it was more than that to you. It comforted you to feel him closer. “Tell me one. Tell me a Christmas story.”

“Well...um...I don’t really have too many Christmas memories, but I’ll tell you what I’d like to do.”

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I felt your hand slide across my stomach and come to a stop on my ribs. Under different circumstances, it wouldn’t be long before I’d be kissing you. It’d be the kind of kiss that was hot and previewed what else I was about to do to you. We weren’t in those kind of circumstances. I should have gotten you in the back of this car before now and made out with you the way I couldn’t stop thinking about. I should have done a lot of things, but now here we are. You want to hear a Christmas story, so I’m going to tell you what I should have done about Christmas. 

“When we get back to the bunker…” That’s it. Keep the focus on we are going to get out of here. “I’m going to get a tree, and we’re going to find some ornaments. I bet the Men of Letters stashed some somewhere in that place. Or, we’ll buy some. But we’re going to decorate that thing. You, me, and Sam. It’ll be a big one too. You can decide where we put it. Where do you think the tree should go?”

You shifted against me. You still felt warm enough, but I wish there was a way I could keep you warmer. It’s my fault you’re in this mess. How could I be this stupid? I’ve been taking care of this car since I was a kid. This is probably the biggest fuck up of my life, and there’s plenty to choose from. You answer my question, pulling me out of the downward spiral I’m in.  “I think it should go in the library, so we see it as soon as we come into the bunker. And we spend the most time there. Maybe we could get another tiny one for the kitchen to look at while we eat?”

You love Christmas trees. Why didn’t I ever know that? You love them, and I haven’t gotten you a single fucking one the whole time you’ve been living with us. “Yeah. Sure we can get a little one too. We’ll make strings of popcorn to put on it like they did in those Christmas movies Sam watched when we were kids.” I realized then it was Sam who’d watched the movies and the reindeer cartoons. Sam had wanted Christmas too, and I’d just blocked the whole thing out. Christmas had probably gone up in flames on the ceiling for me the night my mother died. I regret that now.

What else was in those movies Sam used to watch? “We’ll make hot chocolate too, with whipped cream, and stick a candy cane in it. We can wrap presents together. Maybe you could teach me how to wrap them better so they look pretty good?”

Your hand felt so small on me, and your voice was quiet. “Yes, I’ll teach you how to wrap presents. There should be a lot of presents under the tree. You haven’t had many presents, Dean, and you should have. You deserve presents.” Where did that come from? 

“I...I don’t know about that, but you do.”  You were beginning to feel colder to my touch. I needed to do something. “Y/N, let’s lie down, sweetheart.” Hopefully, full body contact would make you warmer. I lay you down on the seat and stretched out next to you so the entire length of my body was against you. I made sure a blanket was pulled up behind you to cover the seat of the Impala because it was probably warmer than the leather. 

You put your cheek on my neck, seeking out the warmth I had to give you. “You okay, Y/N?” You nodded but didn’t answer out loud. I didn’t like the quiet. It was better to keep you talking. “What do you want for Christmas this year? I’ll make sure Santa knows.” 

That made you laugh. “Is Santa real too? Have you been holding out on me?” 

Yeah, I’ve been holding out on you, but not about Santa Claus. “I could get a message to him. What do you want?”

You giggled, and it was a beautiful sound. “I want some Christmas pajamas.” I could picture you in something like that. It was cute and sexy. “Will you get some too? And Sam? We could have matching pajamas. Like a family.” Wait a minute. Did you just put me in the brother category? And why was I worried about that now?

“Sure, sweetheart. I’ll tell Santa to get us all Christmas pajamas.” It’s going to take one hell of a bribe to get Sam to go along with this one. 

Then you surprised me because you asked, “Dean, what do you want?” I had no idea how to answer that question. The things I wanted couldn’t be put inside a box or under a Christmas tree. 

Hell with it. I’m just going to be honest. “I want you and Sam to be happy.” That sounded a little like I was making you a sister which I’m definitely not, so maybe you didn’t brother zone me before. 

You kissed my cheek, and it warmed me inside, making me forget how cold it was on the outside for a few seconds. “I want you to be happy too, Dean.”

It wasn’t the right time or place, but I put my finger under your chin, tilted your face up, and kissed you. It was a soft kiss, a kiss to tell you what I was afraid to say, what I’ve always been afraid to say, afraid to even admit until we’re in a situation like this, until I can’t push it away or distract myself with something that doesn’t matter nearly as much. I love you. But I can’t tell you that now because it might sound like some kind of deathbed confession, and I can’t let you think you’re going to die. You’re not; I won’t let you die. 

One thing my father did that I am very thankful for at this moment was teach me how to survive. I hope you understand what I’m about to do. In this kind of cold, you need body heat. Direct body heat; our clothes are in the way. They’ve got to go. Your eyes are starting to drift closed, and that can’t happen. 

I lift your head up, and you slowly open your eyes. “Hey, Y/N. Stay with me. Okay? Keep your eyes open. Let me see how beautiful they are. Look at me, Y/N.” I put my hands on your cheeks and hold your face steady to keep you focused on me. “I need to get you warmer. My body can do that if I take off my clothes. It’ll be warmer that way. Okay?” You nod at me. My heart is pounding so hard in my chest. I’m scared, but I steady my voice for you. “Then, I’m going to take yours off, so our skin is touching.” You nod again. 

“Alright.” I kiss your forehead then take my jacket off, thinking I can put that on top of you later too. I take the rest of my clothes off and get back under the sleeping bag. I notice the snow is falling heavy outside. I hope Sam can find the car when he gets here. I’m careful when I take your clothes off to keep you under the covers. 

When everything is gone, it’s just you pressed up close against me. I’ve got to keep you awake, keep you talking. “When we get back home, I’m going to take you on a real date. The least I can do is take you to dinner after you got naked with me.” You smile at my stupid joke. That’s good. “We’ll go to Lawrence. I’ll show you where I grew up. There’s this steakhouse there that I can barely remember, but my dad used to take my mom there. They couldn’t afford a babysitter, so I went along. They had these menus for kids you could draw on, and I always got crayons. I colored everything blue. I remember my mom laughed about that.” 

This was too far down memory lane. I was probably boring you. “Do you like steak? We could have seafood instead, or Italian, or something. Anything you want.” 

“I like sweet potatoes. Can you get a sweet potato with your steak?” Crap. I don’t know. You couldn’t thirty years ago, but you couldn’t get sweet potatoes anywhere then. 

“You want sweet potatoes? We’ll go somewhere where they have sweet potatoes.” I kiss the top of your head again. “I’ll take you anywhere you want to go. We can go to a real city if you want. Go somewhere really fancy. Dallas maybe. Do you want to see the lights of the big city?” 

The only answer I got was, “You’re so warm, Dean. You feel so good.” 

I put my hand on the back of your head and held it. “I’m gonna make you say that under different circumstances.” My joke, that wasn’t really a joke, wasn’t working this time.

I wasn’t sure you even heard me, but then you whispered, “Promise?”

“Promise.” A single tear slid down my cheek.

The knock on the window was loud; it made me jump, but you didn’t notice. “Dean! Dean!” I have never been so happy to hear my brother. We’re going home, and you’re going to have those pajamas. 

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[youaresimplylovely]

“Fast and Fabulous: A Driven Love” 

---- A love story between a Formula 1 Driver and a Supermodel

Chapter 6 (Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5)

Pairing: Carlos Sainz!Formula 1 Driver x Famous Supermodel!Reader

Words: 1,558 words

Warnings: fluff, slight swearing, slight smau, angst!

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Summary: Suitor

A big yawn escapes your mouth, smiling groggily from your long but comfortable sleep. Stirring up as you open your eyes, scratching them to get the sleep out of you. A loud, exasperated sigh comes out of your mouth as you stand up from your bed. Heading to the window next to your bed, you open it to see the rays of sunshine. You stared at the view for a few moments, soon disturbed by loud notifications from your phone. 

You scrunch your face, grabbing your phone from the nightstand. A wide smile purses your lips as you open your Instagram to see many follow requests. 

carlossainz55 started following you. 

lewishamilton started following you. 

charles_leclerc  started following you.

landonorris  started following you.

maxverstappen  started following you.

lance_stroll  started following you.

pierregasly   started following you.

estebanocon  started following you.

georgerussell63   started following you.

yukitsunoda0511  started following you.

“Damn okay.” You laugh seeing the follow requests of the drivers. You shrug as you decide to accept them all and follow them back. 

After accepting the following requests, you head outside your bedroom and into your kitchen. You lived in a condominium; houses weren't your thing, but you stayed in your parents' house occasionally. You couldn't even open your fridge till a message popped on your notifications. It was Carlos. It's like a light bulb lit up throughout your whole body. You couldn't help but giggle as you opened the text. 

Carlos hola mi belleza! Buenas dias, I hope you're doing well. I'd like to take every chance with you to officially start my courtship. May I take you out for breakfast? 

Meanwhile, on Carlos' end, he was like a teenage boy; he couldn't calm down and was so nervous. His breaths were rapid, his hands shaking as he constantly looked at his phone. His thoughts were going crazy. He was praying to the Gods that you would say yes. He'd give anything. You were the woman of his dreams. Well, yes, he had a previous girlfriend, but he had never been this crazy over one. And it was all the doing of one woman. You. 

Back on your end, you smile happily, seeing his commitment to you. You open the chat and text him back. 

Y/N Yeah, I'd love that, Carlos. Thank you, can you pick me up? 

If only you could see Carlos, his eyes lit up and a huge smile pursing his lips. He giggled like a little boy as he texted you back. 

Carlos: Of course, I'll pick you up. Just send me your address, and I'll be there. 

He finishes his text with a red heart emoji. He sighs happily as he rushes to get ready. 

You smile as you text him your condo address as you head back to your bedroom to change. 

10 minutes later, you get another text from Carlos saying he's here. You hurry to grab your purse as you head out. You take the elevator to your condo and arrive at the ground floor. Your jaw dropped, and your eyes widened as you saw Carlos there with his Ferrari Competizione 812. You chuckle as he opens the car window of the passenger seat and waves at you. 

He gets out of the car, taking his sunglasses off. God, you couldn't help but stare at him. He was so handsome. He then approached you with the brightest and sweetest smile.

"Let's go, beautiful?" He smiles at you as he opens the car door for you. Smiling softly as you enter his car. 

As he entered his car and sat in the driver's seat, he fastened his seatbelt, and so did you. You raise your eyebrow, watching him lean in the backseat as he grabs a bouquet of flowers. Smiling at you as he holds it out. 

You chuckle, smiling at him as you take out your phone, snapping a quick picture of him with the roses on his hands. He smiles at you as he gives it to you. 

"Red roses are my favorite flowers. Thank you." You smile, leaning in closer to him as you hug him.

"Can I post this picture? Can I soft launch my suitor?" You say in a playful voice, showing him the cute picture of him holding the roses. 

"I had a feeling and soft launching? I don't know that, but you sure can." He giggles, gently touching your chin, laying his hand on the steering wheel, and starts driving. 

You smile at him and open your Instagram account to post the cute picture. 

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ynlovesu red roses r my fav 

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user13 MISS MA’AM??? EXCUSE ME???

user7 WAIT A MINUTE I RECOGNIZE THOSE ARMS 

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user4 OMG FERRARI COMMENTED??? IS IT CARLOS???????????

You giggle at the comments, eventually turning your phone off. 

Moments later, you and Carlos arrived at the cafe. You really liked the ambiance; it was warm and comfy. Carlos led you to your table. He gently pulled out the chair for you to sit on. You smile as Carlos sits on the chair across from you. 

He stared at you lovingly, eyes eyeing you from head to toe. He was in awe of you; you were so beautiful, and he couldn't help but believe he had pulled such a woman.

You chuckle, seeing Carlos stare at you as you snap your fingers in front of him, causing him to shrug, eventually laughing. 

"You're so beautiful, mi amor." He looks at you, slowly and gently grabbing your hand to hold, which you let him do. 

You snicker at his words, "I look like a mess." You laugh, looking at yourself

"You're not; if you say you are well, you're gonna be my mess." He smiles, gently rubbing and touching your hands. 

You chuckle at his words; God, was he so sweet. 

Moments later, you and Carlos ordered food after an hour of laughing, smiling, eating, and well flirting. A familiar someone called you. It was Val. 

"Oh, my best friend from the Philippines is calling me. Her name's Val." You smile, introducing her to Carlos. He smiles, feeling happy knowing you're introducing him to your loved ones. 

You smile. Happily, your hand still holding Carlos' while the other is on your phone. You answer the call, expecting good news. Not realizing that it would be chaos. 

"Hey, Val-" You were caught off guard by Val's worried and slightly angry face. 

"I think Karina's cheating on me." She scoffs, looking at you with fire burning in her eyes from anger. 

Your eyes widened at the sudden statement. Carlos looked at you with slightly worried eyes as he stayed quiet, still holding your other hand and rubbing it softly. 

"What? No? That's not possible." You say, speechless, as you look at her with worry. 

"YES! YES IT'S POSSIBLE!" She yells, throwing the chair she sat on. 

"She's been hanging out with this guy, and don't call me crazy because she's been spending more time with him than me, Y/N! We can't even prepare our wedding properly. Every time I come home, she's dressed to go out, and she says he's just a 'friend,'" She rants, breathing heavily, still angry, but now her tone is sad. 

Before you could say anything, you heard the loud door opening from their house through your video call. Karina arrived. 

Val kept the call between you, too; she crosses her arms as she scoffs at Karina. 

"Late again? Were you meeting with your boy toy again, huh?" You could see from the call that Val was so furious. 

"You're crazy," Karina says, rolling her eyes as she sets her car keys on the counter. 

"Me? Crazy? You're crazy! You've spent more time with that stupid idiot than me! Why is he your fiance? What does he have that I don't?" Val growls as she looks at Karina. 

"You can't be seriously jealous of him! He's just a friend!" Karina acts defensive as he looks at Val with complete annoyance. 

"Oh yeah, a friend. Your friend who you see every night? Are you cheating on me? Why am I even asking! It's obvious!" Val yells angrily at Karina. 

Karina glared at Val. She was still full of annoyance. "Whatever." She walks out of the room and heads upstairs to the guest bedroom. 

"YEAH! FINE! GO STAY WITH THAT IDIOT!" Val yells at Karina, making sure her voice is heard from upstairs. 

You were still on the call; while they were fighting, you looked at Carlos with a worried look. He keeps you calm as his hands caress yours. 

A loud scoff comes out of Val's mouth. Picking up the chair, she threw it and sat back on it. She lets out a sigh as he looks at you. 

"It's been like that the past few days, but what were you gonna say that you may have found yourself a date?" She tries her best to give a smile at you. 

"Well," You smile, chuckling despite the tension. You show Carlos to Val from the call. 

Carlos smiles nervously as he grins. "Hi." He says softly as he holds your hand. 

Val's jaw dropped. She was speechless. The anger from her was washed out. She smiles at you and Carlos. 

You couldn't help but giggle at her cute reaction.

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[mollymauk-teafleak]

that thunder in your lungs

A valentines day present for @spiky-lesbian, love you so much, glad you like this! From our Jupeter dads au but a little bit in the future 

Also on Ao3 where you can find the other fics featuring their daughter

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Nureyev rarely felt so free as he did on a job.

It was almost giddying, wearing someone else’s face and someone else’s name, knowing that in a few hours he wouldn’t exist and could do anything he liked until then completely free of consequences. The waiting between jobs, the planning, that was the hard part, where he could only be himself- something that had never been an entirely safe haven. When he worked, he was unstoppable.

Or he had been. This time was proving to be very, very different.

Nureyev was dressed to the nines, armoured in makeup and jewels that weren’t his own, wearing a pretty, airy, glittery name and a life to match. His brightly painted nails were filed to points and his fingers had that greedy, confident itch to them, the security in knowing they would soon be holding something that didn’t belong to them. He should be having fun.

But he wasn’t. He carried a knot of anxiety inside him, one that refused to shift even as the plans came together and clicked comfortably into place.

Because across the almost sickeningly fancy party, a stunningly beautiful young woman moved through the crowd, looking devastating in her sharp tuxedo, hair pulled back into twin clouds of curls behind both of her heavily pierced ears. She was turning heads left, right and centre, pulling people’s gazes into her orbit as she sipped champagne and breezed through circles of young socialites like some glittering comet.

Which was not exactly great. Given that she had just as little right to be here as Nureyev did.

He stifled a sigh and made some excuse to the gaggle of people he’d been keeping at the edges of, leaving them to their idle and irritatingly wrong chatter about modern art. He made for the drinks table, meeting the young woman’s eyes and giving her a brief, stern look, giving her little choice but to head that way too.

Once there, he poured himself a tall flute of blue champagne and took a long pull until she appeared, leaning casually near him, enough that they could have an inconspicuous conversation under the lilting music.

“Having fun, daddy?” she hummed softly, eyes shining with innocence, “Your dress is very pretty.”

“I’d be having more fun if you were sticking a little closer to our directive, sweetling,” he muttered with what he thought was rather impressive patience, “...and thank you.”

Bianca tilted her head so the fine threads of gossamer thin gold that she’d weaved into her curls shone, “I don’t know what you mean, daddy. Seems like everything’s going well to me.”

He took a long, slow breath, “Darling, no one whose met you tonight is going to forget your face in a hurry. And seeing as we’re here to steal a necklace off the neck of the host, that isn’t a good thing. We need to be inconspicuous.”

“In that dress? Aw, daddy,” Bianca rolled her eyes in that infuriating way she’d inherited from her mother, like Nureyev had no idea what he was talking about, “I’m only having fun. This is my first proper run out, I’m just looking to enjoy myself. There’s so many pretty girls...”

“As long as it’s not at the expense of your safety, that’s fine,” Nureyev frowned, rolling his eyes and making a show of refilling his glass so the irritated note in his voice would be covered by the trickle of the drink.

“You’re so silly, daddy,” Bianca grinned playfully, “You told me all the time how much fun you had at places like this!”

Nureyev knew she was right and it only made his mouth set tighter, “Just...just be careful. We have to grab the jewels and be gone in another hour.”

“Of course I’ll be careful, daddy,” Bianca stood up straight, her gaze already roving over the crowds, her deep brown eyes lighting up with a mischief he knew all too well, “That’s what you taught me, right?”

And then she was off, she’d caught the eye of a young woman her age who was already smiling in welcoming anticipation. Nureyev was left to fume silently while letting none of it touch his face. He couldn’t decide which of the two of them she was being irritatingly similar to, himself or Juno, but it was raising his blood pressure to unsafe levels. Likely they were both partly to blame.

There was nothing for it then but to make his usual sweeping circles of the party- fortunately these private orbital stations had large, open rooms with few places to conceal nasty surprises- and be as twice as alert as he normally would be.

If you’re this bad now, how on earth are you ever going to let her go out on her own? A voice that sounded like his wife questioned in a voice that wasn’t unkind. Nureyev frowned and let his eyes pass lightly over her again, catching the moment as the latest girl who’d fallen into her orbit touched her hair and complimented it in a way that made his daughter grin dazzlingly.

He wasn’t a fool. He knew his daughter wouldn’t be content to stay with them on the Carte Blanche forever, only pulling jobs with one of her parents or her aunts watching like hawks from the opposite corner. She was too good for it and he was very aware of that, recognising the hunger in her eyes and the sparks of her brilliant mind. One thing Nureyev was certain of, he would nurture her talent and he would be ready to let her go.

It was just so hard.

Looking at her now, he couldn’t help but think of the very first job he’d ever taken her out on. She’d only been a few weeks old, small enough that he could hold her in one hand. Driven to desperation by only having one craft he was truly good at and now needing to feed two people rather than one, he’d strapped her to sling across his chest, made sure her face would always be covered by his own body and planned a very simple heist. It had only been breaking and entering to pilfer the jewellery box of some fabulously rich socialite without the sense to even post a proper guard, it was as easy to him as going to the supermarket would have been for someone else.

But still, Nureyev had been more terrified for that job than he had been to steal his very first apple from a street cart on a Brahman street at just five years old. He’d checked, double checked, triple checked every possible facet of the task and still it hadn’t felt like enough, his heart had been in his mouth every moment of the simple, smooth as silk job.

It had all fallen into sharp relief then, as Nureyev had agonised and fretted over things he’d been certain of how to do since before his twelfth birthday. He wasn’t just one man anymore, with only himself to look out for and worry about. There had been that second heartbeat, just a flicker against his own, stronger one, leaning towards his for support and comfort. There was his daughter.

Nureyev hadn’t run away from the change then and he wouldn't now. He’d gotten very good at accepting it but he didn’t have to like it.

So rather than giving his daughter another stern reminder to stay inconspicuous, he let her have her night. He got himself another glass of champagne and leaned against one wall to watch her sparkle, tasting pride with each sip of her drink. Melancholy too, but he could put that to one side for now, save it for a good, long cry in his wife’s arms when they got back to the ship. All part of being a father, he supposed.

Though time was soon ticking on, it always seemed to go so fast when wrapped in sparkling lights and fine drinks and dancing. Nureyev knew the telling off they’d get if they went back to the Carte Blanche without this necklace, seeing as it had the map to the family’s personal safe engraved in it’s stones. They couldn’t exactly drain the thing if they didn’t know where it was.

Bianca had been dancing with a succession of beautiful young ladies and as soon as she whirled out of the arms of the latest, Nureyev gave her another steady look and inclined his head. She pulled a bit of a face but was back in their same position at the drinks table before too long.

“Do we have to go already?” she murmured in a regretful tone, swirling her glass to watch the glitter dance inside the liquid.

“Go?” Nureyev gave her an uncomprehending look, “We haven’t even done what we came here to do! Would you like to go back to your Auntie Buddy empty handed and tell her you spent the whole party socialising, sweetling?”

His daughter gave him another smug smile and this time he knew it was all his traitorous genes at work, “Oh sorry, I tried to be obvious. Check your pockets, daddy.”

Nureyev did, as subtle as he could be, sinking his hand into the pockets of his sleek figure hugging dress and finding cold, square cut stones. He didn’t need to bring them out to know it was exactly the necklace they were here to acquire.

“I...how…” he could only stand and blink, not really caring how idiotic he looked.

Bianca grinned, clearly delighted with herself, “Careful, daddy, you’re being rather conspicuous.”

He quickly rearranged his face into indifference, though his daughter clearly knew him well enough to read the mix of shock, awe and incredulousness in his posture and keep grinning into her drink.

“Well. In that case, yes, we really do need to make a sharp exit. Any goodbyes you’d like to make before we do that?”

“Oh, I got all their numbers, don’t worry. Shuttle in five minutes?”

She didn’t wait for his reply, sauntering off into the crowd.

The trip back to the ship was a quick one, the Carte Blanche hovered behind one of Jupiter’s moons just a little ways away from the private station, happily cloaked in one of Rita’s shields. Bianca sat in the passenger seat, looking a little shamefaced now she was out of the music and the glitter, like she expected a telling off.

Instead, Nureyev waited until they’d passed out of any possible signal range the station might have and turned to her, reaching over and tucking a curl of hair behind her ear.

“You did very well tonight, darling,” he smiled, “I’m proud of you.”

“Yeah?” Bianca’s whole face illuminated, her smile returning.

“Of course. You did magnificently. And…” he cleared his throat and swallowed, “If I seemed a little...hard on you, I apologise. I suppose it’s hard for me not to worry about you. Please don’t take it as me thinking less of your skills, I just…”

“I get it, daddy,” Bianca’s voice softened and she leaned into his hand, “It’s okay.”

“Yes,” Nureyev smiled tiredly and nodded gratefully, “And whenever you choose to go out on your own, you will be amazing. I know you will.”

Bianca’s cheeks darkened and she smiled coyly, “I mean...I’m not in any rush, right? There’s still a lot I need to learn. Mama still says my aim needs work sometimes and Auntie Rita’s only just started showing me how to take down firewalls and Auntie Vespa said she’d teach me how to set a bone…”

“Of course,” Nureyev couldn’t help but feel a wash of relief as he leaned over and kissed her forehead, “Of course, my darling.”

But the day would come. And Nureyev would be ready, as ready as he had been to turn his life upside down and inside out for the tiny baby she used to be.

He could never stop worrying about his Bianca. But he would never stop being proud of her either.

[sarahreesbrennan]

How come between Season of The Witch and Daughter of Chaos, we skipped Sabrina's dark baptism and Tommy being resurrected/killed and went straight into the Greendale 13 threat? Loving the books so far, just curious. 🖤🖤

That’s a great question and I’m so happy you’re enjoying! I’m so sorry this reply is late, I am on unexpected deadline but I know I have a few Sabrina, Fence and In Other Lands answers owing and I am delighted the questions were asked!

There is a confusion that often arises because the category of media tie-in novels (books set in the world of a media property) has two main subcategories. They are similar and have much in common, but aren’t the same.

A) One is novelizations, which is basically a book that tells the same story as the movie/TV show/graphic novels, but through a different medium. The story covers the same space of time, and includes much of the same dialogue. It’s the same story told in a different way.

B) Two is tie-in books, which tell different stories that fit in before or after, or in the spaces between the story. Often tie-in books start with prequels, telling the tale of how the characters get to the place before the story began. It’s a different story but it’s crafted specifically to tie in with the larger story.

Both subcategories are set in the specific story world. Both offer insight into the characters, their thoughts and feelings, and secret motivations, but they are different kinds of story.

I had no idea of these distinctions before I started to write tie-in books myself, so I explain here because hey, knowledge is always useful. I’ve now read a lot of them, because I wanted to teach myself how to write them and because they’re fun, so I thought discussing examples might illustrate the difference.

The Iron Man novelization by Peter David is widely considered especially good. I’ve read it and I like it a lot: great echoes, perfect story beats. (I discuss it pretty technically because I was reading it in order to teach myself to write a novelization, as opposed to a tie-in novel. I have written a novelization, but not in the Sabrina universe and not under my name for contractual reasons!) It tells the story of the first Iron Man movie, how Tony Stark became Iron Man. A novelization means a lot of the (in this case funny and great) dialogue from the movie must be used, but then with a novelization you have to get pretty specific about why the characters said what they said, and how they felt when they said it. One thing I liked a lot in the novel was the insight offered that Tony Stark’s actions at the beginning of the story were frequently driven by sheer boredom--that he was a genius who wasn’t given enough scope for his genius, and was acting out. 

An example of a fabulous tie-in book is Tess Sharpe’s The Evolution of Claire, a book that ties in with the Jurassic World movies, a prequel of how the heroine Claire gets involved in the dubiously moral world of dinosaur park creation. So it happens before the events of the movies, but by reading it you understand Claire better, her ambitions and frustrations. Another such is Leigh Bardugo’s Wonder Woman novel, Warbringer, showing Diana’s much earlier years, and making you understand more deeply how Diana evolved her moral philosophy and her secret insecurities. 

There’s a great article in the Guardian about tie-in novels: https://www.theguardian.com/books/booksblog/2018/jul/17/tie-in-novelisations-star-wars-jurassic-world

To add to the confusion, stories can have both novelizations and tie-in novels. 

Star Wars famously had absolute masses of tie-in novels. The Star Wars universe is so popular it even has junior and adult novelizations--two different novelizations of the same movie. Patricia C. Wrede, a rather fabulous YA/MG SFF writer, wrote the junior novelizations of the Star Wars prequels. (I’ve read them but if you want to get started on Patricia C. Wrede I would recommend her Enchanted Forest Chronicles. Nothing to do with Star Wars, I just love them.) 

Star Wars also has category B, the tie-in novels. For instance, Resistance Reborn by Rebecca Roanhorse, which is a story that takes place in between the events of the movies The Last Jedi and The Rise of Skywalker. I have also read this book. Very cool interstellar war and spies action, but also... for them that like that kind of thing, among which I would include myself... Poe ties Finn’s tie. Thank u Rebecca Roanhorse.

Similarly, there’s a novelization of Maleficent 2 (Maleficent 2: Mistress of Evil by Elizabeth Rudnick), but there’s also a tie-in novel set between Maleficents 1 and 2 (Heart of the Moors by Holly Black) telling you what happened in between the events of those movies. Significant things can happen in those spaces--deaths, courtships, mysteries solved and secrets told. A dungeon scene between Prince Philip and Maleficent is in Heart of the Moors. It’s very important.

So in a novelization, a retelling of a story through a different medium, you get the same events as in the story. But you might get extra scenes that cast a different light on the story, and you will get access to the inner thoughts and motivations of the characters.

And a tie-in book is usually set in between the seasons of a TV show/movies/issues of a graphic novel. It’s a story made to fit into a liminal space, and meant to shed light both on what happens in between the stories, but to cast light before itself and behind itself--so you might learn more about the characters’ pasts, or learn things about their feelings that will illuminate why they behave in a certain way in the future.  

For the Chilling Adventures of Sabrina, I was hired to write tie-ins, so I wrote a prequel (Season of the Witch) which shows the summer before Part 1, the autumn when Sabrina turns sixteen and has to sign her soul away. It’s an adventure with a rusalka, but also shows us how Sabrina came to be 100% certain her wild witch cousin Ambrose would have her back, why she was insecure enough to do memory spells on her boyfriend (Harvey), and it’s an opportunity to know how the witch world works before our heroine does.

Then I wrote Daughter of Chaos, which happens over mortal New Year’s, right after the Christmas episode that ends Part 1, and before Part 2--because the show didn’t have mortal New Year’s. That was a new adventure that could also tell us how people felt after the events of Part 1, and why people might act the way they would in Part 2. It’s about bad luck spells and enchanted towns, but it’s also about coping with a break-up and how that can put you on a different path, about bereavement and trauma caused by magic, and about longing for affection. Plus it provides us the first hints about hell, before our heroine sees the sparks fly. 

Same deal with book 3, Path of Night, which happens between Parts 2 and 3, in the early spring while Sabrina’s boyfriend (Nick) is in hell. It’s a quest for an item of power to release your beloved from suffering, but it’s also about what happens when you ask a lot (too much?) from your friends, how you can climb out of trauma toward loving relationships (between mean-girl witches and wicked-witch cousins), and how trauma can take someone apart (nobody in hell is having a good time). Plus it provides knowledge about hell before our heroine gets it in Part 3, and glimpses pertaining to heaven.

This month my tie-in novel with C.S. Pacat’s Fence graphic novels comes out (September 29!) and it’s set after the events of volume 4, though the book Striking Distance also works (like Season of the Witch) as an entryway into a new world and an introduction to the characters (in this case a fencing team at an elite boarding school). You try to make every book a possible gateway, but a book 1 definitely should be. (Still, I read Vampire Diaries Book 4 first and caught on just fine, and I recall one reader who read Daughter of Chaos/Chilling Adventures of Sabrina Book 2 and was like, ‘I do not watch this show and did not read Book 1, but I get everything and also Nick Scratch can get it.’)

Another person reading the Sabrina books was like, ‘Sabrina talks a lot about her Dark Baptism in Season of the Witch but then it never happens, Sarah Rees Brennan!’ And this is true, because it happens on the show, and I wasn’t writing novelizations. I think writing Sabrina’s Dark Baptism and Tommy’s death would have been cool and heartbreaking, but I wasn’t meant to retell a lot of scenes from the show. I did snabble a few scenes, but only ones I could use specifically for the purposes of telling the new, in-between stories.

For both novelizations and tie-ins, you get the scripts of the media property you’re working with. Sometimes you get several versions of the scripts. Sometimes you don’t know until you watch the filmed version that scenes got cut. (There were several scenes I read about in the Sabrina scripts, which were cut later, that I used to inform the books. Plus sometimes it’s just fun to watch something and be like, I KNOW WHY e.g. SHE HAS THIS ACCENT/HIS SHIRT DISAPPEARED.) For both you get insights into the story, and especially insights into points of view, that I think you can really only get with books.

For both novelizations and tie-ins, you consult with the writers for the media property, are told things to do and things not to do, and have opportunities to do other optional research. (Things I have done in pursuit of better tie-in novels: written to Sabrina actors and asked them their character thoughts and how they played certain scenes. Forced C.S. Pacat to play with my kitten on a skype call while I took her notes about fencing and feelings.)  

For both novelizations and tie-ins, you have to write them fast, and you have highly specific contracts. Christopher Golden, who’s written many Buffy the Vampire Slayer and Daredevil novels, discusses some details here: https://iamtw.org/from-daredevil-to-buffy-christopher-golden/

So, that’s Options A and B. There’s also Mystery Option C, stories that blur the lines between the two, such as the events of a story told from the point of view of supporting characters, so you see both behind the scenes, the scenes and often before-and-after for the story proper. Tom Stoppard’s play Rosencrantz and Guildenstern Are Dead, focusing on Hamlet’s pals from uni. I don’t know what you’d call them. I just wanted to say that they exist too.

Thank you for reading! (Both this and the books.) I hope this was informative and not too dull. :)

[doctorjennawinston]

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Name: Jennavecia “Jenna” Marjorie Winston Age: 33 Birthdate: April 16 Occupation: ER Doctor at Tulsa General Hospital Sexuality: Heteroflexible Relationship Status: Single Bio under the cut! tw:pregnancy, tw:miscarriage, tw:parental death, tw:drunk driving

Jennavecia Marjorie Winston was born and raised in Tulsa, Oklahoma, on the West Side of town. Growing up, Jenna lived what many would describe as a charmed life, having a silver spoon in her mouth from the moment she was born. Her father, Paul Winston, was a renowned surgeon, who essentially built the surgery department at Tulsa General from the ground up. Her mother, Marjorie Taylor-Winston, was a partner in one of the biggest law firms in Tulsa. Despite growing up as a Soc on the wealthy side of town, Jenna’s parents were insistent that she grow up as humble and kind as possible. They instilled values in her that seemed uncommon for the time, not wanting her to view herself as better than anyone else simply because of her circumstance. Jenna worked hard for everything she has, and was forced to learn many tough life lessons along the way. 

Jenna had a wonderful relationship with her parents- they both loved her more than anything, and she was the apple of their eye, especially as an only child. Despite the fact that they both worked insane hours, they made certain to always make as much time for family and each other as possible, taking frequent family trips and vacations, and doing as much together as they could. Even though her parents were never necessarily absent, much of Jenna’s time as a child was spent with her nanny, the woman the Winstons hired to look after Jenna while they were at work. Jenna loved her nanny just as much as her parents, and viewed her as family- an extension of her parents in a sense. The two got along fabulously, and all was well with the world. 

Then, when Jenna was 12, tragedy struck. Paul and Marjorie were making their way back home from a Charity Event the hospital was holding, one Jenna hadn’t attended with them due to having come down with the flu, when they were involved in a head-on collision with a drunk driver. Both were killed instantly upon impact, leaving 12-year-old Jenna an orphan. The only blessing in the whole mess was that her parents had been smart- they owned their lavish home, they owned their vehicles, and had made a point of funneling as much money as possible into a trust for Jenna, should anything have ever occurred. Due to this, Jenna was placed in the custody of her nanny, who was allowed to remain permenantly in the home, to continue raising Jenna. 

Although her parents’ deaths rocked her to her core, Jennavecia did her best to remain positive, keeping the forward momentum and drive they’d instilled within her. She excelled in school, both in academics and in her extracurriculars. When Jenna was 14, she met Elijah Cane. The two wound up in a Biology class together, and became partners for the required labs. Within only a few days, Jenna was enamored with her partner, attracted to something about him she couldn’t quite put her finger on. Within only a few weeks, the two began dating. While Elijah and Jenna were very much in love, the relationship proved to be tumultuous at best. As the old saying goes, opposites attract, and this was absolutely the case with the pair of them. Jenna was type-a, organized, driven, focused, and as put-together as could be, while Elijah played the game of life fast and loose, living on the edge and rebelling against the Soc society as much as he possibly could. Riddled with arguments, disagreements, alcohol, drug use, and very little solid commitment, the relationship was on-again, off-again, on-again, off-again for many years. 

Despite her relationship troubles, Jenna managed to graduate top of her class, and moved quickly on to college, followed by med school. Throughout this time, she and Elijah continued to go back-and-forth in their relationship. Jenna wanted her love to settle down, to work with her to build the life she’d always dreamed of. But, commitment just wasn’t something Elijah could provide. He often left Jenna alone, not coming home, being late on bills if he paid them at all, and certainly not even being willing to discuss wedding rings or bells. More than anything, Jenna wanted the life her parents had- to be so in love with her partner, to build a family, and to really settle down and into a normalized, comfortable life. At the age of 27, Jenna began to accept that Elijah Cane might never be able to provide her with any of those things. He might never be ready for the type of life she so desperately craved. So, she made the hardest decision of her life. She left him, for good. 

Heartbroken, Jenna did her best to continue pushing herself through school, focusing on her studies and throwing every bit of energy she had into making sure she was the best doctor she could be. During this time, she met James, another med student who was in many of her classes. The two began studying together, then seeing each other more frequently for non-school related meetups. While Jenna’s heart was still with Elijah Cane, her mind forced her to move on. Within a few short months, James and Jenna began dating. With James, Jenna could see the future she’d always wanted, and while she couldn’t say she was as madly in love with him as she’d been with Elijah, she did love him. He was intelligent, respectable, and serious, and he seemed like everything Jenna had ever wanted. The pair dated for three years. 

When Jenna was 30, she became pregnant with James’ child. Beyond excited, she was certain the event would open the door to the life she’d always dreamed of. But, when she told James the good news, he didn’t react as she’d expected. He became sullen, withdrawn, almost angry, and Jenna knew something was wrong. Only two months into the pregnancy, Jennavecia learned that James had been seeing someone else- someone he’d apparently fallen in love with, someone he planned to propose to, just as soon as he’d ended things with Jenna (which he’d apparently been looking to do for some time). It was then that James walked out on her, on their relationship, on their future, and on their unborn child. Heartbroken once more, Jenna struggled to cope with the stress of everything happening in her life, as well as the despair she felt at having her dream snatched from her once more. Eventually, the stress became too great, and in her third month of pregnancy, Jenna suffered a miscarriage.

She’d told no one, aside from her nanny (who still lived in the family home with her) of her pregnancy. Following the miscarriage, Jenna became extremely depressed, though she did her best to push forward, not wanting to discuss what had happened with anyone. Though, in her time of grief, it occurred to her that more than anything, the only person she wanted was Elijah Cane. Still, she did not reach out to him at that time, and to this day Elijah is unaware of what occurred between Jenna and James, aside from the fact that they broke up. About a year ago, Jenna found herself back in semi-contact with Elijah, having civil conversations and occasionally reaching out to check up on his welfare. Although he’d moved to the West Side of town, having completely rid himself of his Soc life and persona, Tulsa is small, and gossip travels fast. She’s aware of Elijah’s antics, knowing that following their breakup, he’s spiraled quite a bit. 

Jenna graduated from med school, finishing her internships and residency, just after her miscarriage. She took an open position in Tulsa General’s ER, as working Emergency had always been something she’d been interested in and driven to do. She has held her position there for nearly three years, and her life revolves primarily around her job. Still fairly withdrawn following her experiences, Jenna is polite and friendly with everyone, but has struggled to form any new connections, having many trust issues and now believing that the dream of a wedding and family she’d always held so dear to be nothing more than a pipe dream. Oh, and there’s the fact that she’s realized she is still and always has been very much in love with Elijah Cane. 

[astheravenroams]

Roads remembered

Heavy fog in the morning in Vernon, which luckily burned off by the time I was ready to hit the road. Destination today.....not sure. It's going to be a coin toss at some point. But for this morning, back roads to Kamloops. Took highway 97 out of Vernon, which is an uncrowded two lane secondary. Lots if curves and beautiful open valley scenery flanked by the sere interior hills. One slow train stop at the beginning, then leaning into long slow curves through small towns like Falkland and Westwold. A group of 5 guys came roaring up behind me then quickly passed me - sorry but I'm just in not that big a hurry.

Shortly after Monte Creek is the turnoff to Barhartvale Road, my favorite back route from Kamloops. The 5 guys had already pulled off onto Barhartvale road, and they all gave me a wave and a thumbs up as I passed. The Harley family rules!

It's a narrow two lane back road that I've travelled many a time while I lived in Kamloops even run and cycled it when I was training for events. Never on a motorcycle though, so it was both a new experience and a nostalgic ride. I got so far in my head I forgot to stop and take pictures. It was kind of bittersweet as I rolled past the road that had led home. I loved living in Kamloops.

In any case, it hit town in time for the open g of Iron Road Brewing, and stopped in for a flight. There are other craft breweries in Kamloops, but they open later, and I'm.not waiting around.

The flight at Iron Roads was delicious! The Pink Guava Juice Train a sweet sour experience, and the East Indian Porter strong in coffee, every smooth, but tastes like Nitro, so a little flat for my preference. Of course I still finished it!

In leaving Kamloops for Merritt I took the best kept secret road there is - highway 5A. I mean, you could take the main highway 5 with all the slow trucks and zippy cars for whom 120 is not fast enough, but I prefer 5A. It winds it way through valleys and lakes, bordered by the golden hills. Today the water was so still it mirrored, and I could see the fish rising. I can't reccomend this road enough! Yes, it takes a little longer, but hasn't 2020 taught us to savour life?

I decided to stop in Merritt for the night. Still early, but the alternative was arriving at my next stop in the dark, and I had enough of that last night. Saw all kinds of bikers on the way.....

Yep, that's a big ass biker wearing a tutu! Found a cheap, clean room, very biker friendly, the Knights Inn. I had time to wander around town. Like most places these days, Merritt is looking a little more economically depressed than usual. Ran into a homeless guy with two dogs, so of course I had to find a bag of dog food for his babies. The St Bernard could use a few pounds, but otherwise they both looked loved. The old hotel is a classic - I hope they never tear it down.

Happy to see lots of bikes on the road, in town at hotels and bars. I'm not the only one taking advantage of the fabulous weather! I have to admit, it feels weird stopping this early, but I'm going to have a lazy evening before the last stretch tomorrow, on once again roads past driven but never ridden. Honestly, BC has so many wonderful roads to ride, and I look forward to trying them all!

Totally forgot to add my stop at the Empty Keg Brew House in Merritt. I love these local businesses. They make some awesome brews, but my favorite were the paddlers. They had cranberry, peach, mango and rhubarb, and they were excellent!