#leftme

[greyaugustuspoetry]

just like a father

just like a father

It seems you've abandoned me

you ran away like flowing water

too angry to stay with me

like a tiger on the prowl

I see you and you scowl

i'm a lion without a den

what's a brother without his twin

- Grey Augustus

[scrollonso]

First Kiss (Race 18)

A strollonso AU where 18 year old rookie Lance Stroll falls helplessly in love with the notoriously mean world champion. (1k words, hurt/comfort, s/h?) [@v3lnys @biancathecool] {ts cringey asf but i needed to finish it}

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The sun hung low in the sky, casting long shadows over the Interlagos circuit as the roar of engines filled the air. It was the final qualifying session of the season, and the atmosphere was electric with anticipation.

Fernando Alonso had a lot riding on this race. A strong performance would clinch his second consecutive World Championship title.

Lance was eager to prove himself alongside his experienced peers.

Fernando secured fourth place in qualifying, a solid position that put him in contention for the championship. He was pleased but not complacent. As he stepped out of his car, he glanced over to see Lance climbing out of his Racing Point, having qualified 11th. Fernando's eyes softened. He knew how hard Lance had been pushing himself this season.

Later that evening, away from the noise and tension of the track, Fernando and Lance retreated to the tranquility of Lance's hotel room since it was the closer one. The day’s efforts had taken their toll, and the room provided a much-needed sanctuary.

Fernando pulled Lance close, pressing a soft kiss to his temple. "You did well today, Lancito. You should be proud."

Lance sighed, leaning into Fernando’s embrace. "I wanted to do better. I know I can do better."

Fernando stroked his hair gently. "You’re doing great. Don’t be so hard on yourself."

The next morning, the tension in the paddock was palpable. As the drivers prepared for the race, Fernando found himself constantly looking over at Lance. There was an unspoken bond between them, a mix of competitiveness and deep affection, no matter what happened on-track their bond waw left unchanged.

The race began with a flurry of excitement, but disaster struck almost immediately. In the chaos of the first lap, Lance's car was clipped, sending him spinning off the track. The sight of his car crashing into the barriers made Fernando’s heart leap into his throat. His immediate concern was for Lance’s safety, but he had to stay focused on his own race, simply asking his engineer to update him on the boy in pinks condition.

Fernando fought hard, pushing his car to its limits. Despite the worry gnawing at him, he managed to finish the race in second place, securing enough points to win the championship. The crowd erupted in cheers, but Fernando’s thoughts were elsewhere.

As soon as he crossed the finish line, he abandoned his car and sprinted toward the paddock, desperate to find Lance. His championship celebration could wait. Nothing mattered more than Lance’s well-being.

He found Lance huddled in his drivers room, his body shaking with sobs. The boy hadn't even bothered to get out of his racesuit, the material simply bundled up around his waist as his nails dug into his forearm. There were bleeding scratches on his arms, and he was cursing himself in frustration and self-loathing.

“Lance!” Fernando’s voice broke as he rushed to him, pulling him into a tight embrace, he was unsure what to do, he'd never seen Lance like this. He'd had plenty of bad results but this one truly pushed him over the edge. “Stop, please. You’re hurting yourself.”

Lance resisted at first, but Fernando held him tighter, refusing to let go. Finally, his resistance melted, and he collapsed against Fernando, his tears soaking into Fernando’s race suit.

“I’m so sorry,” Lance choked out. “I did so bad, and I ruined everything. I can’t even be happy for you, Nando.”

Fernando’s heart ached as he gently cupped Lance’s face, forcing him to meet his eyes. “Listen to me, Lance. You forget that you are so much more than a racer. Te quiero mucho, Lancito. You are just...” He paused, trying to figure out the words he wanted to use, “a teenager. Be kind to yourself, Mi sol.”

“But I upset the team, Nando,” Lance whispered, his voice raw with anguish. “I didn’t finish the race. They were counting on me. I disappointed everyone.”

“No, you didn’t,” Fernando said firmly. “You did your best, and that’s all that matters. Racing is tough, and crashes happen. It’s part of the sport. This one wasn't even your fault. What matters is that you’re okay. Noe one cares about the race, Lance. I care about you.”

Lance’s sobs began to subside as Fernando’s words sank in. Fernando pressed a gentle kiss to Lance’s forehead, then his tear-streaked cheeks. “You mean everything to me. Your safety, your happiness, that’s what’s important. I couldn’t enjoy any of this without you with me.”

Lance looked up at him, his eyes red but now softened. “Really?”

“Really,” Fernando said, brushing a lock of hair from Lance’s face. “Now come here, let's clean this up.” He hummed, referring to the situation on his arms.

That evening, they returned to their hotel room, the sounds of celebration still echoing in the distance. Fernando made sure Lance was comfortable, tending to his scratched arms with gentle care. They lay together on the bed, the warmth of their bodies providing comfort and reassurance.

Fernando turned to Lance, his eyes filled with love. “You’re my world, you know that?"

Lance snuggled closer, the weight of his earlier despair lifting with every beat of Fernando’s heart against his. “I’m so lucky to have you,” he whispered.

Fernando smiled, kissing Lance’s forehead. “So don't go anywhere.”

As they drifted off to sleep, wrapped in each other’s arms, the future seemed a little brighter. The challenges of racing were daunting, but as long as they were together, they knew they would be okay. And in that moment, eachother was all that mattered.

[chatonmagique]

My 13 year old mode swifty phase has returned

[plutosoda]

they leftme in the car palope left me in the car .

[anxiously-awaiting]

neeeeedto stiophaving these stressfulldreams evertime i close my eyes . imso tired of accidentally napping nthen itbecoming a chain of nap s bcwhatever stupid fucking thing going on inmy brain just leftme more tiredand exhauste and stressed than i started

[doggirlviscera]

SHES DEAD ITS HIS FUALT. ITS HI FUCKING FAULT AND ITS MINE FOR LEAIVNG HER WITH HIM I LEFTM Y FUCKIJGN BABIES WITH HIM AND NOW SHES DEAD

[radiandromeda]

3. Anti-hero — What’s an insecurity of yours that you have overcome? Althea

8. Vigilante Shit — Forgiveness or Revenge? Velmen

ALTHEA: ‹|3 OMG U GOT ONW TOO????

[A grunt of surprise, and some scuffling noises.]

VELMEN: UGH GET OFF WHAT

ALTHEA: ‹|3 THE QIESTIOSN!!!

VELMEN: THE QU

VELMEN: OH MY GOD UVE BEEN GETT¡NG THEM TOO .

ALTHEA: ‹|3 YEAH!!! Isnt it nixe ≈:)

VELMEN: U ARE SO WE¡RD

ALTHEA: ‹|3 ≈:(

VELMEN: ... GUESS THATS NOT UR ANSWER THEN HUH

ALTHEA: ‹|3 What

ALTHEA: ‹|3 Oh

ALTHEA: ‹|3 I guesd not.......

VELMEN: HEY BUCK UP ¡ KNOW UVE BEEN WORK¡NG ON OTHER SH¡T R¡GHT

ALTHEA: ‹|3 ..Yeah.....

VELMEN: L¡KE , FOR ¡NSTANCE ,

[A pause.]

ALTHEA: ‹|3 whOh right

ALTHEA: ‹|3 Um

ALTHEA: ‹|3 ..... Can u go whiel I think aboutit im havjng a hard tome coming up with anythinv

VELMEN: WHAT NO COME ON U GOT TH¡S

ALTHEA: ‹|3 Forgivneness or revenge??? Man yoirs is way cooler

VELMEN: DONT DEFLECT WHAT ARE SOME ¡NSECUR¡T¡ES UVE OVERCOME

ALTHEA: ‹|3 ??? Whydo I have to give more thsn one nkw?????

VELMEN: BECAUSE OTHERW¡SE ULL OVERTH¡NK ¡T TRY¡NG TO P¡CK THE ~BEST~ ONE

ALTHEA: ‹|3 You’re

ALTHEA: ‹|3 .................

ALTHEA: ‹|3 So annoying

VELMEN: ❤️

ALTHEA: ‹|3 How The Fuc kdid you say that ojt loud

VELMEN: 🚨🚨🚨 DEFLECT¡NG !!!

[A small, barely-audible impact of some kind, followed by a much more discernible cackle.]

ALTHEA: ‹|3 Uughghh I guess ivee worked on.

ALTHEA: ‹|3 ...Beign more acceoting of my feeliings.......???

VELMEN: D¡D U USED TO GET ¡NSECURE ABOUT HAV¡NG EMOT¡ONS ¿

ALTHEA: ‹|3 Didnt everyone

[The sound of someone sucking in air through their teeth.]

VELMEN: WELL ¡

VELMEN: CAN UNDERSTAND WHY U WOULD TH¡NK THAT G¡VEN UR SAMPLE S¡ZE BUT

[A beat.]

ALTHEA: ‹|3 .....Thatbincludes you ?

VELMEN: NEVER SA¡D ¡ WAS PERFECT

[A short scoff-laugh.]

ALTHEA: ‹|3 Glass hives rigjt

ALTHEA: ‹|3 Ok you go nkw

VELMEN: HOLD ¡T THAT WAS ONLY 1 TH¡NG AND U D¡DNT EXPLA¡N WHY U WERE ¡NSECURE OR HOW U OVERCAME ¡T

ALTHEA: ‹|3 Its not a ufcking essay wuestion????? Shutup

ALTHEA: ‹|3 I think U just dont wanna do Your questioj ≈>:p

VELMEN: ¡ WOULD NEVER ENGAGE ¡N SUCH OBV¡OUS AVO¡DANCE L¡KE U HAVE BEEN

ALTHEA: ‹|3 A—

VELMEN: MY ONLY GOAL ¡S ¡N FACT TO BOOST UR CONF¡DENCE BY MAK¡NG U SAY ENCOURAG¡NG TH¡NGS ABOUT UR OWN PROGRESS

ALTHEA: ‹|3 —well

ALTHEA: ‹|3 That is very niceof u.

VELMEN: MMHMM

ALTHEA: ‹|3 But I stikl think ur also avoiding your wuestjon so im going to wait until u answer it to answer mine any morw

[A beat.]

VELMEN: AAAHHHHHH FUCK U GOT ME ¡N MY ONE WEAK PO¡NT

ALTHEA: ‹|3 You only havr one weak plint ??

ALTHEA: ‹|3 And it’s compromises???

VELMEN: YEP ¡M A REAL POWER-OF-FR¡ENDSH¡P MOTHERFUCKER HAVENT U NOT¡CED

ALTHEA: ‹|3 ..No

[Startled laughter. A second, more subdued voice joins in after a moment; then pulls itself back together just as quickly.]

ALTHEA: ‹|3 Eheheh oksy you go

ALTHEA: ‹|3 Forgiveness

ALTHEA: ‹|3 or

ALTHEA: ‹|3 Reveeeeeenge

VELMEN: WELL

VELMEN: ¡M SURE U ALREADY KNOW MY ANSWER

ALTHEA: ‹|3 BOOOOO

VELMEN: NO COME ON ¡ WANNA HEAR UR GUESS F¡RST

ALTHEA: ‹|3 Whehre was this energy!!whwn u were so sure I had thingds to be proud of and then u leftme to come uo with my answer myself!!!

VELMEN: ... FA¡R

VELMEN: DO U TH¡NK U DON—

ALTHEA: ‹|3 /I/ think

ALTHEA: ‹|3 That u dotn want to say ur answer is forgiveness becausw u thibk thats nit the Cool answer

VELMEN:

VELMEN: YOUR CONCEPT¡ON OF ME ¡S FASC¡NAT¡NG

ALTHEA: ‹|3 Uh huh sure

VELMEN: ... MY ANSWER ¡S THAT . OBV¡OUSLY ¡T DEPENDS ON WHATEVER THE HELL ¡M FORG¡V¡NG OR REVENG¡NG

VELMEN: ¡ WOULD FORG¡VE U FOR EAT¡NG MY LAST CONFECT¡ON D¡SKS OR SOME OTHER BULLSH¡T L¡KE THAT

ALTHEA: ‹|3 .....What’s somethitn you wouldnt forgive ne for??

VELMEN: DUDE

VELMEN: ¡ CANNOT FUCK¡NG ¡MAG¡NE SOMETH¡NG U COULD & /WOULD/ ACTUALLY DO TO MAKE ME ~SEEK REVENGE~ ON U

ALTHEA: ‹|3 Not what I askef ≈:p

VELMEN: OK COME ON MR BR¡GHTS¡DE ¡M TRY¡NG TO BE AFF¡RM¡NG HERE

[magic-foraging-tooltips]

...im,in cnaada. i calld a suicdie hotlnie in2020 and htey leftme on hold. for 3 hour s. i gav eup onthem .

i udnersftand if yuo dont wnatto, but if byc hance you do ,id lkie someonge totalk to. I.m oart of hte epprbcu (or. atleas t i wss) soi shoudlnt be a ttoal tsranger

i cna tell.uou my url ifyou dotn ansewr it publicl y

I'm really sorry, I don't think I have enough bandwidth to help more right now without endangering myself. I'm not trained for this like professionals are. And I can't promise it'll be different, but--in 2020, mental health crises were at an all-time high and suicide hotlines were swamped. You might have a better time if you try again now.

You guys have 988 too, and I also found this line for people under 18 if you're young enough. Here's a big list of resources too that are more location-dependent that you can look through. If it's safe for you right now, make a call to at least one. You are worth trying again.

[executionhater]

...well, what are you waiting for? Or- or who? - C

I cannot get out there is no way. I hope he finds me. Surely this was meant to happen he wouldnt have just leftme here right he wouldnt do that would he? Hewas so wise.He knew what he was doing right

I havent thought about this this much in a long time maybe doing all this was a mistake

[foryoufirst]

AND NOW THAT I KNOW I WISH YOUD LEFTME WONDERING

[wearedailypoets]

Let me know

it doesn't matter where you left me (I'm mopping up my tears with the towel you left on my floor), you can still....

it doesn’t matter where you leftme (I’m mopping up my tearswith the towel you lefton my floor), you can stillcall me and say you needme, I’ll come pick you up,if you feel unsafe or dranktoo much to drive or wanta kiss that takes flight, call me, tell me when and where

[smeloncurls]

can i leave me too

you leftme cryinghalf standing overthe bath, it caught each tearbefore it let them slide awaywhen can i leave too can i leave toowhy should i be the one leftwhy can’t i be the one that pulls awaywhy don’t you crywhy isn’t there a single tearon your face, i’m hunched over in the middle of the bathroom, it spins it flips overand for a minute i think i’m going toobut my feet are stuck rigid, i…

[whatyou-know]

I loathe mentioning the white-bigforehead-mywife-leftme dude but I am livid cause he deactivated the whole space function on Twitter after being unable to answer any reporters questions and leaving with his tail between his legs

[firefox710]

Daddy's gone for the week and I've been left to my own devices and I am bored and chaotic. I wanna do what I'm supposed to because good boy.

BUT also wanna be a little bratty because they leftme unattended xD

@d4rkdom-domme

[kippconfessions]

Somedays, I wonder if you did this on purpose. If maybe you were just tired. Honestly, I just hope you feel free where ever you are now.

[avibesstuff]

I was always their for you, but what about you were, where you.