ok this one i'll give you the only bits of dialogue i have written so far
“Hey, look at me. You ever feel off up here,” Benny taps the side of Logan’s helmet, “you don’t get in the car, got it?”
Logan nods.
“Cause you’re mine right? Your body belongs to me?” Logan moans at this. He is Benny’s entirely, in every physical sense, is his.
honestly the top one might end up being moved to another work but we'll see!!!! i think this is the one i almost have the least on because of it being benny leaving and :((( hurts to write lol but i think about it A LOT
i'll also give you the playlist vibes for this one under the cut since there's not a lot of actual writing lol
lessons (dermot kennedy)
say don’t go (taylor swift)
you signed up for this (maisie peters)
now that we don’t talk (taylor swift)
is there something in the movies? (samia)
i know it won’t work (gracie abrams)
watch (maisie peters)
aeroplane (greer)
picture you (chappell roan)
coffee (chappell roan)
fineshrine (purity ring)
right where you left me (taylor swift)
go home (lucius)
major leagues (pavement)
don’t tell my mom (reneé rapp)
sprained ankle (julien baker)
to me it was (samia)
orange show speedway (lizzy mcalpine)
reckless driving (lizzy mcalpine)
called you again (lizzy mcalpine)
just dumb enough to try (father john misty)
got you (noah reid)
nobody sees me like you do (japanese breakfast's cover specifically)
The rain falls many times, but the sun will shine an equal amount, if not more. At least, that's what they want you to think. Sometimes, the rain will never stop falling, masking any tears as you trek down the path of sorrows and regret.
You’re an Australian ex-rugby player living in London circa 2016.
You’re married, just had or are about to have a son, doing some personal training work with motorsport athletes.
You go into your gym one day and see this skinny little blond kid, pushing himself to the max, trying desperately to bulk up a little, but all alone. Your newly honed Dad Instincts are telling you something’s up.
So you go over, ask to spot him, start learning about his life. You’re surprised to hear the squick of a distinctly non-British accent. You suddenly have a tiny American teenage boy with big, eager eyes on your hands and you do the one thing you think will work: you ask him about sports.
That’s not the last time you’ll meet him, in fact you’ll continue to meet him regularly over the course of a year.
You talk about American sports, to start with. NFL, NBA, MLB, MLS. You’re almost surprised by the scope of the kid’s knowledge so you talk about Premier league teams and cricket and Aussie football. He meets you every step of the way.
Finally, you just ask him, what are you doing here all alone, kid?
He’s a racecar driver, he says. Just won the karting junior world championship, trying to make the jump up to formula cars. He’s been living in England for about a year now but he’s lived in Europe since he was 11, been on his own besides from karting coaches, driving coaches, and teaches since he was 12. He says, I’m gonna drive in Formula 1.
And damn. You remember how hard it was for you moving from Australia to the UK, and you were a full grown adult. This kid’s in an entirely new country, working his butt off for something most people can only dream of, and he’s doing it almost entirely on his own.
And you think about your son, so small, still reliant every day on his mom and dad. And you think you can help this kid, and not just guiding him on workouts or diets. You can be a mentor, a role model, a teacher and a friend. You can be a helping hand on this kid’s way of achieving everything he ever dreamed of.
Your professional days are behind you. You’re more than happy to sit back and help the younger generation help.
And now you’re watching, 7 years later, as that little boy in the gym who turned into an older brother for your kids, a helping hand for your wife, a friend for you- you’re watching him become everything he ever wanted to be.
That little boy you found all those years ago has turned into one of the strongest men you know.
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