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[eddiernunson]

Ice Cream, Bikinis, and Other Ways To Torture Him | Older Rockstar!Eddie x Harrington Fem!Reader | 18+

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Summary: The stories of Eddie Munson, front man of Corroded Coffin and his music filled the Harrington household, his albums on shelves and picture frames hung of your dad and him, young and dumb. You’re home for the weekend, which just so happens to be the same weekend Eddie is in Hawkins on a personal errand. The longtime crush on him bubbles to the surface as you meet him, giving into the temptation of small summer dresses and bubblegum gloss for the fun of it. Until your dad is called in to an emergency work meeting. Then the fun of torture becomes temptation.

Warnings: Older Rockstar!Eddie, Harrington!Reader (Steve’s daughter), multichapter build up, excessive use of nicknames, no use of y/n, use of marijuana, perv!Eddie, this chapter has some forced proximity, tension and uh oh feelings.

Describes: long hair, shorter than Eddie by a few inches, reader is described to look like her mom (can be ANY race) with Steve’s freckles. No skin colour, body shape/type

Word Count: 3.7k (it’s the shortest one, I promise I’m so sorry 😭)

Chapter 2

The first thing you did when you got into Eddie Munson’s little red corvette was peel the window open, claiming you had just needed some fresh air. It was true, as his scent had choked you as soon as you sat down on the dark gray leather seats. It’s strangely intoxicating, an odd mix of smoke, woodsy, and pure man that has you wanting to take a big whiff like some little pervert.

Strangely even from the window of a rockstar’s corvette the little town looked no more glamorous than it did from your beat up car, the small town feel of it all suffocating as you fill with gratitude you managed to get out. He finally pulls in front of a three story apartment, white walls and balconies so small they make you claustrophobic.

“Uh, how are we supposed to fill this small car with all your uncle’s stuff?” You ask, peering into the backseat as you undo your seatbelt.

He smiles, his eyes momentarily switching between the backseat of the two door car and you. “My van is in the resident’s parking lot, it should have plenty of room to move stuff over.”

“So, donation, your place and your uncle’s place, I’m guessing?” You ask, walking a step behind him to the front door of the building.

“Pretty much. It just comes down to going through it which I know, will be a fucking pain.” He reaches your eyes, giving you a small smile. “Thanks for coming.”

You didn’t have much of a choice.

“Not that you had much of a choice,” he adds as he opens the apartment door, a small bout of laughter filling the halls.

Okay, that was weird.

His uncle lived on the first floor in the corner room in a furnished spot, so all it came down to were the knicknacks he had collected over the years. You didn’t think that’d be so bad until you walked in, your eyes landing on wall to wall collections of mugs and hats and other tiny sentimental things.

“Pretty sure we’re going to end up donating most of the mugs, he doesn’t use them anyway, it’s the hats he’s been fighting tooth and nail for,” he rolls his eyes, grabbing a moving box you haven’t noticed from a stack in a pile against the wall.

“How’d those get here?”

“My assistant brought them with the van,” he explains, setting the box up. “He’s hanging out around town until we pack the van up.”

“Must be nice to have an assistant to take care of that shit,” you muse, your voice only the teeniest bit bitter about it.

He passes you the box, his shoulders shaking in laughter. “I’m aware it sounds pretentious. I only hired him when I kept losing track of which fucking thing I had to do next. Interview, show, interview, photo shoot…it was fucking never ending at times. Sometimes I needed a reminder to fucking eat.”

You grab the box from him, ignoring the twinge in your gut as you walk up to a bookshelf in the corner of the small living room containing many little things. You know time is of the essence, but you can’t help yourself, leaning over to analyze the display his uncle had created. There’s a photo in the center in a simple wooden frame, a gruff older man who you supposed would be Wayne standing arm in arm with Eddie, a much younger, freer Eddie, at least, standing outside in front of a forest area.

Eddie has his hand on his hip, squinting his eyes against the sun with his uncle's arm wrapped around his shoulder. If you’d looked closer, you’d see their reddened faces, blotchy from tears shed but both gritting their teeth for the picture.

“That was the day I left for LA,” you jump at his voice, holding your chest tightly as you turn to look around to face him.

He’s still across the apartment, wrapping the mugs and storing them in a tupperware box. “I have never seen him cry like that in my life. I was scared shitless.”

You avoid his stare, the starry eyed version of him something you’re not quite used to, something stirs deep in your gut that you find oddly unsettling.

In an attempt to ignore it you look closer at the knick knacks surrounding it, suddenly realizing it was just Corroded Coffin merch, tickets, and even demos. “These would be worth a pretty penny,” you turn over the tape in your hand, imagining a rough draft of Eddie’s untuned, inexperienced vocals. “To you, they must be priceless.”

“I could release them if I’d really wanted to, but the songs suck and my voice was even worse,” Eddie shrugs, still moving mugs into their different boxes. You notice how much fuller the one on the left is, Eddie making actual progress in comparison to your dilly-dallied snooping.

“I bet Wayne still wants this.” You sigh, placing the memorabilia gently in the cardboard box, admiring the faded ink from ticket stubs over twenty years ago. The following shelf had a full row of dark fantasy novels, every spine cracked to oblivion with yellowed crinkled pages. “Do you want these?”

Eddie looks over, absentmindedly wrapping a mug when he double, triple takes, his face lighting up like a kid on Christmas. “Oh I thought he threw those away!”

Suddenly the scent of his cologne invades your nose again as he leans right next to you, grabbing at one of the books on the shelf with a giddy grin. “I used to reread these all the time.”

“Princesses needing rescuing in some odd faraway land?” You tease, turning the dark green book over in your hand.

“Usually with some kind of twist,” he hums, analyzing the back of his paperback as he squats his ass an inch over the floor. “Dragons being in cahoots, noble knights acting selfishly, evil kings turning out to be righteously good… there was always some sort of twist,” his narration turned dramatic as the sentence moved on, a story teller’s voice.

It reminded you of one specific fun fact. “Uncle Dustin said you were his dungeon master in high school, were these any inspiration?”

Eddie’s brows furrow deeply, jerking his head as swivels sharply upward. “Somehow it’d slipped my mind that you would know Dust.”

You nod absentmindedly, taking in the fantastical names in the description. Lysandra the princess, Eletha the fae, King Alistair… “Unfortunately.”

“Hmm,” he peeps, fluttering through the pages. “Aah, Sorceress Nyrinn teaching Lysandra basic magic, this takes me back.”

You smile down at him, how his dimples are deeply embedded in his cheeks and his front canines peek from behind that wide grin as he skims through his harlequin equivalent chock full of fantasy and adventure.

“Any of these girls you’ve ever fantasized about rescuing?” You tease him, starting to toss the books in a box labeled Eddie Home. He remains silent, even a pink tinge dusting his ears. “I was joking, sire.”

“Just keep packing,” he grumbles, tossing the book carelessly into your very organized box. “I’m gonna go take a quick smoke break.”

You find yourself fallen into an easy pattern, having figured out what Eddie’s looking to keep very early on. He’s even willing to go through the boxes that have been long stored at Wayne’s apartment, insisting they don’t need any dead weight, not in Wayne’s small sized room, and not lugged across a few state lines back in LA.

One of the boxes stored in Wayne’s closet seems like it was just thrown together until you realize they were all belongings of a teenage boy. A soft smile graces your face as you imagine Wayne unable to part with the little part of seventeen year old Eddie he still had with him, even if it’s his messy room thrown into a box.

You pick up a small shoe box, the items clunkily jumping about when you shake it. It’s only logical that the box should hold a few dozen player’s dice and painted figurines. The box’s heavy weight is largely contributed to by the worn out and outdated version of the player’s manual.

You take note of the sticky notes curled and faded peeking out of the pages, messy scrawl noting a page Eddie must’ve used for referral once or twice.

One set of dice had a familiar red and plank pattern, painted to look like his prized guitar. You smooth your thumb along the ridged paint, putting the box aside for Eddie despite the protests he will so obviously yelp out.

He deserves to be a bit more forgiving of that side of himself.

There were a handful of items you picked up and put aside for donation, a few old music tapes, a guitar string placement poster, until something catches your eye; a well loved classified notebook.

Now, you might’ve been wrong, but you always had the feeling that Eddie wasn’t too interested in his school work, all items from his locker having been tossed in the garbage the moment the last bell rang each year. As you tentatively open the book, you realize it was probably the one thing that kept him going back.

Each lined paper was filled with his messy scrawl, an intriguing combination of cursive and print, extensively detailed plans for his run as, so Dustin called him, a vindictive and tyrannical dungeon master. Across the scrawl were doodles, well shaded pencil drawings of creatures and classes alike. One page caught your eye towards the end, a full page of scattered doodles that seemed eerily familiar to you.

“Wow.” You look up to face Eddie leaned against the door frame with his arms across his chest, his eyes trained on the notebook in your hands. “I haven’t seen that in a while.”

You glance back down to the page and its doodles, still trying to make sense of where you could’ve seen it. As if plucked out of thin air, a song starts playing in your head and it clicks. “Hey you used these doodles on an album cover.”

He nods, watching your hands gently touch the graphite on the paper. “You could totally donate these to a rock and roll museum; they'd think it's dope.”

Eddie shakes his head, as if the idea was ridiculous. “No one wants to see my ratty old notebook filled with my dateless evenings. There’s not even a single lyric in there.”

“But this is on one of your albums, isn’t it?”

He nods, smiling softly at the abstract doodles before glancing up to you. “I don’t want it, I would never look at it. Take it, if you want.”

You were already tempted to steal it, the notebook having a scent that’s so specifically Eddie with an added elixir of teenage boy added to the mix making maybe your one true Kryptonite. “Whaaaaat? Why would I take it?”

“Steve said you’re a fan of our music, yeah?” You nod meekly, still tracing the graphite. “Well if not, it's going in the trash.”

You put it in your purse.

Since your father left that morning, so did the tether that kept your head on straight, any lingering ideas kept at bay as you kept a safe distance. It was gone.

Keeping a safe distance as an act of self discipline all but seemed moot when your dad offered your services, now stuck in a tiny apartment working around Eddie as his gentle voice hums to the music blasting through his phone.

Maybe a dress isn’t the best choice to wear for manual labor such as packing and moving boxes, the length obviously not long enough to cover the bright underwear. Maybe it's the little allowance you give yourself to indulge in defiance against your own rule. Regardless, it was safer to stay as far away as possible.

Fate proves herself to be a cruel mistress as you find yourself on your tiptoes, reaching up to grab something on a shelf you wondered why someone elderly had a shelf stored so high on the wall, and you smelt him before you felt him, reaching to the shelf’s level to grab it for you.

“Why the hell did he have a shelf this fuckin’ high for?” He huffs, tossing the hidden box onto the bed.

He steps away as fast as he came, leaving the room with a few boxes you had packed and ready. The moment clouds your brain, his strong torso completely against your back, his hot breath on your neck as he stepped away. What the hell?

Your heart pitter patters, your whole body frazzled while you put a few more boxes by the door.

As you’re leaning down to pick up another box you hear Eddie swear loudly down the hall in disgust. He uses the lord’s name in vain several times, rubbing his hand on his pants as his face twists up in utter revulsion when you peek out to see the culprit.

“Somethin’ gross? I don’t see anything wrong with this picture,” you comment, looking around his setting for what might have set him off.

“Don’t–” his hands fly up to prevent you from taking another step. His overly wide eyes and panicked state would usually have you laughing if you weren’t so curious to what could possibly send him into this frantic state of disgust. “You don’t want to know, trust me.”

“Now I really do want to know,” you insist, still scanning the room.

“No. You don’t.” He shakes his head solemnly, his foot slowly shuffling slightly to his left. “Seriously.”

“Can I at least have a hint?” You plead, knowing the possibilities will drive you crazy all day.

“I just found a box of my old clothes,” Eddie starts, gesturing to a kaleidoscope of different shades of black with an occasional band font, unfolded as if thrown in a hurry.

He obviously is hinting towards something, but you need some more exposition. “...Ok?”

Eddie pauses to think, hands on his hips as he racks his brain for something. “Think of it this way. Think of the one item of clothing you don’t want to find under a teenage boy’s bed, twenty years later. Especially twenty years later.” He shudders again.

The one thing…oh. “Oh my god,” you giggle, hiding your obvious glee over his disgust behind your hand. “A…sock?”

Eddie nods slowly, nodding his head in what must be mortification. “Uh huh. I am burning this whole bucket of clothes that just–” he shudders, his left foot inching towards where you had to now guess what must be an absolutely petrified cum-sock lies, “marinated in it.”

A bout of laughter passes through your lips again, disguising the odd intrigue you found yourself in. You might be more perverted than even you initially realized.

No, put away the thought of inhaling in the 20-year-old musk–

“Hey, do you mind helping me with this box? It’s ridiculously heavy,” Eddie gestures down the hall to a tote seemingly filled to the brim with random shit, the sock supposedly tossed into the garbage by then.

“No problem.”

“You want me to walk backward?” He offers, reaching your eyes as you both bend over to grab at the awkward edges.

“Yeah that’d be great,” You cough, failing to ignore the cigarette on his breath just barely disguised by the mint.

Step by step you help him around the corners until you help lift the box into his van, refusing to allow yourself more than a singular moment lingering on how his arms bulge through the lift.

Wayne had a bedside table he hadn’t gone through, filled with momentums over the years. You grab one of the smaller boxes from the living room to hold them, wanting to take care of the things that Wayne had cared for. There were a few photos, Eddie in scattered years from an angsty teenager to a rowdy kid with a missing front tooth. It was obvious everything in his bedside would be moved back to Wayne, allowing him his precious memories of the boy he cared for.

Allotted between the table and the bed is a photo album, something you suspect is cover to cover filled with more photos until you get the glimpse of a brightly coloured pape, just a millisecond but enough to peak your curiosity.

By the second page you’re in tears, softly sniffling at messy scribblings with silly puns and elaborate doodles.

“Hey, when you get a sec–” Eddie stops mid-sentence, taking you in on the bare bed as you weepily turn a page. “You okay?”

“Oh,” you wipe away the tear that was shed, embarrassed. “I’m fine. It’s just— it’s so obvious he went through this a lot, some pages are worn out.”

“Let’s see,” he holds his hand out for the photo album, a drop of weight on the bed as he peers shoulder to shoulder with you as he reads over the pages in front of you. “Oh, wow.”

You put the book in his outstretched hands, watching his expression turn misty as well. The deceitful photo album is an album of father’s day cards, about twenty of them all lined in a row with Eddie’s well wishes in each one.

“I started sending them when I was 25,” he mumbles, his voice wet as he turns a page. “I figured since he raised me n’ all, he deserved the title and the recognition.”

“Seems like he felt honored,” you comment, watching page by page.

“I picked these cards out in less than a second but he puts them in a pressed fucking photo album,” he laughs, shaking his head. “Wayne is ridiculous. But he’s always been my biggest supporter.”

Impulsively, you nudge your chin on his shoulder affectionately, watching him flip through the last through the final few pages. You wondered if his vulnerability making you even crazier for him would be an isolated incident.

God sure had a sick sense of humor when he tied emotion and lust for women.

Turns out, you two work remarkably well together because by the time Eddie places the photo album in the box with a not so subtle sniffle, Wayne’s room, kitchen, and livingroom are all packed up and ready for distribution. The things going home with Eddie and to Wayne’s room are in the van stacked like tetris with your very ‘helpful’ commentary and the donations are piled up by the front door waiting for their collection.

The little red corvette has been sitting in the hot sun for a few hours by the time you’re back into it, ready for a night off your feet.

“I don’t know about you, but I’m starving,” Eddie comments, taking a turn away from your house.

Your stomach growls at the mention of food, still only two slices of toast being the one thing used to sustain your appetite for the day. “I could definitely eat.”

“Good, I need to thank you for your help.”

You avoid his intense gaze from the corner of your eye, staring holes into your thighs. “It was nothing–”

“What’s your favourite spot in town?” Eddie seems to be ignoring your protests, meeting them with an exaggerated huff as if you were acting foolish.

“I don’t mind if you take me to the nearest one, Munson. I’m starving,” you insist, laughing at the manic shaking of his head.

“I’m not taking you anywhere except your favorite spot,” Eddie insists right back, without missing a beat.

No wonder he and Steve had managed to stay friends for so long, he matches your stubbornness step for step.

“Fine! Take me to Miss.Tina’s I haven’t had their burgers since I’ve been back,” you think back to their fully stacked burgers paired with their crinkle fries drizzled in mustard. You still haven’t been able to find a burger from a local restaurant near your campus that even rivals Miss.Tina’s recipe.

“Oh, I know you’re fucking with me,” Eddie laughs, taking the left turn at the traffic lights.

“Nope,” you inform him, shaking your head slowly. “It’s always been my favourite place in town.”

“Well call that dumb luck, because it’s my fuckin’ favourite place, too.”

“I take it back.”

You laugh at his deadpan, noting the new decor around the walls since the last time you’ve seen it.

“It’s not that bad.” It is, you’re just hoping he doesn’t leave because of the change.

“Are you shitting me?” Eddie deadpans, glancing around to the updated insides now turned into a hollow husk of a restaurant. At least, it certainly felt like the funeral march of your once beloved restaurant. “It’s a horrendous study in interior design. Who the hell paints the inside of a restaurant bright orange?”

“Ok, it’s that bad, but I just need a damn good burger.” You lead the way into the line, noting their updating point of sale. Last time you were there the employee had still been using a notepad, this time an iPad had been stationed on a stand.

The employee now wears some updated uniform barring the design, a bright smile on her face as she greets the two of you. Definitely not the deadened stare you were used to.

The mustard packet you received was a third of the size of what they used to be. It seems Miss.Tina’s has finally met empty corporate capitalism.

The decor might’ve changed, but the recipes remain as always untouched, a collective groan in satisfaction in your first bites in the tacky booth confirmation that Miss.Tina’s still fucks.

“If they change their recipe they are so screwed,” Eddie says exactly what you’re thinking between bites, wiping his face from the sauces that splatters his lips. As he wipes it off, you start to think of making out with him in the booth and lapping up and cleaning his messy face for him. Some real good messy make outs.

You nod, taking a sip from the large soda that must be at least 5 ounces smaller. “Oh, they’d shut down within the week.”

“This was one of the only few places where every group in Hawkins High could be seen, because they didn’t care when we loitered and Miss.Tina treated us like her own.” Eddie glances upward at a sign right by the table, NO LOITERING.

“That’s kind of really depressing,” you sigh, munching on your fry through a fucking wooden fork. “I am not sure I want these fries lathered in mustard enough to also add the taste of wood to it.”

“Plenty of wood has been tasted in these walls before,” Eddie smirks, raising his pierced brow when you choke on the following fry.

It’s like he prides himself on how he manages to make your brain short circuit so easily. Thankfully, years of being raised in the Harrington household has trained a keen sense of wit into you. “Judging on those princess books, Munson,” you take another sip, letting the beginning of your sentence settle in, “doesn’t seem like yours was one of them.”

The fry that bounced off your forehead the moment after was worth it, and the rosy pink that bloomed across his cheeks was even more so.

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I have 99% done at this point I’m so excited for y’all to read it!!!

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[haerinari]

Love Letter - Anton

pairing: classmate!anton x fem!reader.

summary: a boy who confess his love for you with a love letter.

genre: fluff.

LOVE 199 Series: wonbin, sungchan, eunseok, anton, shotaro, sohee, seunghan.

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"okey class..." miss kang, your music teacher, said. "i want you to work on a project that's due on friday, you will have this two days to make it and then show it to the class. ya'll have to make a song and, the work is in pairs, so c'mon"

what a great day for your bestfriend, haerin, not come to class. who will you work with now? ugh, how you hate to work with other people.

"hey, y/n?" a soft voice that you knew perfectly, said behind you.

never mind, you love to work with other people.

"oh, hi anton!" you replied with the biggest smile ever, turning around on your chair to face him.

anton was the cutest boy from your class, he had beautiful brown eyes and a smile that made worthy going to class everyday. you had a crush on him since the year started, his sweet and shy personality caught your heart immediately, he was kind to everyone and the best of the music class.

"uhm... i saw that haerin didn't come today and that you didn't have a pair to do the work, so i was wondering if maybe, you know, wanna work with me?" anton said passing his hand over his neck, looking down his feet. how could you deny this amazing proposal?

"of course!" you replied almost jumping from your chair. god y/n, don't make so obvious that you like him. "i mean, yes, i'll really like that anton." you smiled softly.

"great! so i'll send you a text with my address, is it okay if we go to my house? i think we can use my cello, so..."

"yeah yeah, sure. i'll be there"

haerin was going to die when you tell her.

after spending a really long time deciding what you were going to wear to go to anton's house, you decided that a long sleeve gray shirt and a pair of jeans would be completely fine.

when you arrived to his home, he greet you with a soft smile and comfy clothes. when you thought he couldn't look prettier, oh you were completely wrong. anton took you to his room, opening the door and letting you sit in the corner of his bed. the room was actually very comfortable, it had a very soft bed, and a desk that was full of music sheets, a computer and other type of stuff. his cello was on the corner of his room, you had never seen anton playing before, of course that you imagined that he was as good as he was on everything else.

"i was thinking that maybe we could make a short song, i could play the cello and my brother has a violin that maybe he can borrow you" he said sitting next to you.

"oh, i don't know how to play the violin, anton. i actually can't play any instruments" you confessed.

"don't worry, i'm going to teach you and you'll be ready by friday" anton replied to you with a smile.

"okay..."

"ll be right back"

anton left the room, probably to look after the violin of his brother, you thought. you got up from the bed, going to his desk and looking at the papers that were all spread around. some of them, calling your attention.

"Love 119" was the title, you took the paper in your hands, reading carefully at the beautiful lyrics that you supposed that he was composing.

"Stolen my heart, that girl's a killer

Love so good, feels like a thriller

It's begun

This is an emergency

One-one-nine, one-one-nine

Save my life, save my life

She sets me free

This is an emergency love

You turn on like a flashlight

On and on, grabbing my attention

In a crowd packed shoulder to shoulder

For a moment I saw only you, no other"

"y/n i got the— what are you doing?" anton said getting back into the room, his eyes wide open as he immediately recognized the paper that was on your hands.

"i was just reading this beautiful song, did you wrote th-"

"uhm we should probably focus on the violin" he said cutting you off, his hands grabbing quickly the paper from yours and hiding them under his pillows.

“i’m sorry anton, is actually very good by the way"

"i-it's just some stupid lyrics" he murmured nervously. "we should probably start"

"yeah sure"

the rest of the afternoon you spend it learning what anton was teaching you. his presence behind you, his hands on top of yours to teach you how to properly use the bow were actually making you fell very nervous. his breath touching your neck when he talked, and the way his soft voice was entering your ears, how could you not fall more in love?

you and him spend the rest of the afternoon like that, being so close to each other that you could feel like your heart was coming out from your chest. you were almost ready with the song, it wasn’t actually very hard to play the violin, but this wasn’t what you care the most about right now. could your heart resist this feeling of not telling anton that you liked him? could you really keep hiding your feelings for him?

you were scared to tell him, what if he doesn’t feel the same about you? what if he just sees you as a friend and just wanted to be nice with you? what if he thinks that you are ugly? what if…? what if…? what if…? what if…?

“y/n are you paying attention to what i’m sayin?” he asked behind you, you were so lost on your mind.

you turned to look at him, putting the violin down and looking at his beautiful, big brown eyes. he is even prettier this close, you thought. his face was so close to yours that if you move forwards a little bit, his lips would be all over yours. you saw his face, his eyes looking at you like if he was scanning you. his eyes going from yours, then your lips, and then your eyes again. you got a little closer, watching as anton’s cheeks were starting to become red. he didn’t even move a muscle, he was just taking a moment to look at your face.

“anton, i…” you hold your breath, are you going to confess right now? “i should probably go home, is getting late and my mom is waiting for me…” stupid y/n.

“ah y-yeah, yeah. you’re right, yeah” anton answered getting a step back, his eyes looking everywhere but you.

“thanks for teaching me how to play the violin, see you tomorrow at school”

“see you…”

the presentation went really good, anton and you performed the song and it was amazing. you even got the higher score of the class 10/10.

the past two days all you could think about was what happened at anton’s house. the last days that you had been even more closer to him due the proyect, made you realize that your feelings for the sweet boy were actually true. you and haerin already had a conversation about all this situation, she told you that it was better to express your feelings than to hide them. after all, you didn’t know what could happen.

you left the music classroom and went back to the normal, the door was closed and there was no one inside. your thoughts were eating you from the inside, all you can think about is anton, anton, anton…

anton and his sweet smile, anton and his beautiful black hair, anton and his gorgeous brown eyes, anton and how soft and kissable his lips looked back the other day.

you unzipped your backpack, taking out your water bottle thinking that could drown your thoughts alway. but instead of that, a small pieces of paper that were arranged like flash-cards and a yellow piece of paper fell to the floor. you took them in your hands, opening carefully the yellow paper first and reading what was in the inside.

“You turn on like a flashlight

On and on, grabbing my attention

In a crowd packed shoulder to shoulder

For a moment I saw only you, no other"

—Love 119

Love 119…? Love 119… oh god, this can’t be real.

you sweared to god you were going to die from a heart attack in that moment.

you took that other papers, the flash-cars, on your hands. once again, reading carefully what was in the first piece of paper.

“A satellite is an object in space that orbits around the earth until it stops working, they send signals to let the earth know how the sky feels.”

then the second.

“Even tho i can’t send you signals about my feelings for you because i’m too shy and scared of rejection…”

and finally the third one.

“…I want to be your own satellite, in that way, i could orbit around you for the rest of my life”

you felt like you were going to cry at any point, a smile appearing on your face from ear to ear. no one has never give this kind of sweet and beautiful thing before.

“so… what do you think?” a male figure that was standing next to the classroom door said. anton.

“was this you?” you asked, standing from the chair and walking to him.

“why it looks like you’re going to cry?” he laughed a little bit.

“because i am!” you said whipping your tears away. “no one has ever done this before to me”

“i’m actually very glad that i’m the first one” he smiled.

“why didn’t you tell me before?”

“because i’m too shy and i could barely talk to you before, also i was super scared that you didn’t like me back” he confessed.

“but of course i like you back, anton. do you now how hard was trying not to kiss you back when we were on your house?” you told him.

“tell that to me, i couldn’t sleep knowing i wasted such an opportunity” you giggled.

“and do you want to waste that opportunity again?”

“no” he quickly replied.

“then kiss me, kiss me anton”

his hands went to cup your cheeks, his lips coming closer to your until finally, it happened. anton’s lips were soft against yours, just as you imagine, his lips moving perfectly on yours, the kiss that you both have been waiting for so long was finally happening.

“was the lyrics of the song that i read on your house, were about me?” you asked, your forehead pressed against his.

“you weren’t supposed to see that” he said with and embarrass smile, hiding his face in your neck.

“awww, but it was so cute!” you laughed, your hands touching his hair. “are you going to let me read it now that you know i like you too?”

“maybe…” he thought for a second, looking back at your eyes. “just if you give me another kiss” he smiled.

“i’ll give you a million of kisses anton” you replied connecting your lips once again.

[russellsppttemplates]

Trust me (Lance Stroll)

Lance's recovery plan after his mountain biking accident leaves you even more concerned

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Tw: Lance's mountain biking accident, mentions of hospital setting and recovery

"Are you sure you don't want to join us?", Lance asked one last time, checking if he had everything they would need, "I have some stuff from work to do, and besides, mountain biking isn't really my thing", you shrugged, not feeling too bad that you were missing the activity.

"Alright then, if you need anything, just call me, okay?", your boyfriend noted, kissing your forehead before he walked out of the door, "be safe, guys!", you yelled before the door closed.

Through the wonders of remote work and your job, you found a way of spending some of Lance's time off the races with him, and when he suggested that you should join for him trip to Spain before the season began, you only had to arrange a few things around to be able to join him.

It was supposed to, despite the fact that you were still working, a relaxing time and a needed change of scenery. And was it a change of scenery indeed when you got a call saying that Lance had been injured and was being taken to the hospital by the emergency team. You packed all the documents you could think of and made your way to the hospital, thumbs fiddling with one another since you had yet to understand the extent of your boyfriend's injuries.

Sitting in the waiting room, your foot tapped o the clean grey floor, your eyes moving to the double doors everytime a health professional walked out, hoping they would come looking for you and take to see your boyfriend with an update on his health status. His trainer was with him and he had been the one to text you briefly about what had happened and the hospital he had been taken to, but once they went into the examination room, he had grown quiet and his messages had ceased, until a brief one stating that someone would be coming to bring you in as Lance had finished his medical exams.

A young doctor came to you, presenting himself and explaining to you a brief outline of what happened, as far as he was aware, and what the medical team had been doing given the concerns and problems that arised. While you were not a medical expert, Grey's Anatomy was your comfort show and the amount of exams and the words you recognised meant that your boyfriend had been way more serious than you had hoped.

Entering the room, your eyes flew immediately to Lance, seeing his bandaged up wrists and some of the same material around on his right toes, "hey, you", he said, eyes droopy from what you can imagine was a mix of medication for the pain and also from the steong lights and the fuss around him, "hello, my love", you said, looking at the nurse taking notes on her iPad in a way to ask for his permission to approach your boyfriend, "how are you feeling?", you asked, him, your hand touching his cheek softly, afraid of touching somewhere where it would cause more damage.

"I'm a bit uncomfortable from the pain, but it's manageable", he smiled a tight lipped one, looking at the doctos who were discussing some of the films and scan images, "it seems that Lance has a fracture and displacement in his right wrist, a fracture in his left wrist. We also see what looks to be a partial fracture in his left hand", the doctor said, showing the scans, "and another fracture in the big toe on his right foot", he finished.

"And is there a plan for it?", Lance asked, "the season is starting in two weeks", Lance noted.

"You said testing is next week? So from the 23 to the 25?", the doctor asked, "yes, and the first race is on the 5th", he trainer added, looking at the calendar on his phone.

The doctor was silent for a bit before he excused himself, looking at the scans and discussing a few points with his colleagues while you looked at Lance, sensing his mind was filling with negative thoughts and pressures about his recovery already, "I can only imagine how scary this is, but you'll be alright, okay? We'll do everything we can to get you better as soon as possible", you tried your best to reassure him despite the heavy feeling in your chest.

"Our opinion, and this comes from having participated in many cases where the injuries were sinilar", Dr. Javier Mir explained, "is that the timeline for testing is, unfortunately, not enough for everything to heal like we would like", he stated, "and, realistically, I would count that you miss the first few races", he finished.

After informing that they were going to have a meeting to discuss the surgical plans, Lance's trainer left to call the Aston Martin health professionals to catch them up with the situation, leaving you and Lance alone in the hospital room, "are you feeling any pain? I'm sure we can get the nurse to kick these up", you pointed to the IV bag next to you, "I'm good, I just feel a little pressure on my wrists, nothing more", he tried his best to smile, wanting to see you ease too, "I'm sorry this happened, my love", you tempted, seeing him pucker his lips and welcoming his to touch your own lips, craddling his face and taking the opportunity to scratch his cheeks, thumbs rubbing the skin.

The next day began with Lance getting ready to go up to surgery on his right wrist, "I'll be here when you wake up", you smiled, kissing his forehead before they wheeled him up, "try and get some sleep, yes, darling? I know you haven't slept all that well", he winked, "I love you".

While Lance was in surgery, you kept texting his family, trying your best to be a calming and sure figure and also answering their questions and updating them on how everything was going, "is he okay? Given everything, that is...", Chloe said during the videocall, "he's handling it, I guess. He's obviously disappointed that this has happened, and that this has happened so close to the beggining of the season", you offered, "but he's keeping to himself?", your boyfriend's sister completed, "yes, I think. You know how he is. He's shared some of his thoughts but he's trying to stay as positive as he can be, and everyone here is on the same page, too. They've been very reassuring and hopeful", you smiled, your attention caught by the surgeon you recognised from Lance's team, "I'll text you the news, okay? Dr. Mir is here", you bid Chloe goodbye, ending the call and getting up.

"Miss Y/N, we just finished your boyfriend's surgery, and I'm glad to say it was successful", he smiled, seeing your relief, "my colleagues have lifted the anesthesia and they're taking him up to his room, you can join him as soon as you like", he finished, accompanying you to the lifts to take you up as well.

Thanking Dr. Mir, you texted everyone that had kindly asked you to know when the surgical intervention had finished, reaching the room as soon as you sent the last text, knocking on the door to see a young doctor type on her iPad, "Hi, you must be Y/N, right?", she asked and you nodded, "he's still a bit loopy and sleepy from the medication, but he asked for you just now", she smiled sweetly, taking note of some of the numbers on the screen before saying, "Dr. Mir will come back once he's done with the op notes to inform you, but so far, everything is going well and like it should".

Lance moved in the bed, opening his eyes at the noise, you presumed, "hey", you whispered, brushing the hairs on his forehead, "how are you feeling, bub?", you smiled, seeing his brown orbs look back at you, "I'm tired, but otherwise good", he mumbled as he tried his best to kiss the part of your hand closest to his lips before he was interrupted by his surgeon walking in.

"Hi Lance, glad to see you're doing well. The surgery went as it was supposed to, and I think, if you work hard, you'll be back for Jeddah. Bahrain, maybe, I don't want to be too optimistic, but it would be doable", he smiled, explaining the next few steps.

"Unfortunately, the fractures in your left hand and wrist, and also your toe for thay matter, aren’t suitable for fixation, so we'll have to go about it on a more conservative approach to heal those other injuries", he explained, gathering Lance's trainer while they all discussed recovery plans, your hand sitting on his leg while they spoke.

While you were in hospital, things had been as good as they could be: the medical staff had been amazing with everything, caring for Lance and teaching you the smaller things you could do at home in terms of dressing the area and helping it heal faster, even if it was something simple as holding his hand and twisting it like you're dancing.

The first few days at home, and even though Henry was with Lance for a good part of the day for all the different approaches to improve the mobility on his hands and wrists, "I need to shower", Lance gulped, "and while it is usually different when I say this, I really need your help", he smiled shyly, getting up and approaching you so you could both head to the bathroom.

When you were back in the bedroom, with Lance already tucked into bed with his medication already taken just watching you get ready for bed yourself while you tidied the room, "Y/N", Lance called, grabbing your attention while you put the dirty clothes on the hamper, "are you okay? Do you need me to move the pillows? Do you have an itch somewhere?", you urged to his side, ready to help, "None of that, no. I'm perfectly content and comfortable, and that is because of you. Thank you", he chuckled, "I don't think that there are any words or expressions that I could use to show my appreciation and gratitude for you", he beamed, "I'm even more in awe of you. You have been here everytime I've needed you, even if it's just a mundane task that my wrists don't allow me to do. You're always there cheering me on whenever a session doesn't go well and there to congratulate me and celebrate with me whenever it goes well", he smiled.

Sitting next to him on the bed, careful of his wirst, and kissed his lips, "we always said we would be here for eachother, right? Besides, I enjoy caring for you", you cuddled him, helping him to lay on top of your chest while you put something on the TV, your hand landing on his torso.

.

While you couldn't go to Lance's appointment as you had work responsibilities, you were eager to see him arrive back home

"I was speaking to the team today, and Dr. Mir also gave his opinion, and they think I can race this weekend in Bahrain, things are really looking up", and that was enough for your nervousness to come back.

"And do you feel ready to go? I mean, you're still doing ice after every session, the bruises are still there too", you tried to reason, knowing from previous days that it was nearly to no use. It wasn't the first time his medical team had forwarded the option, and while it was a good sign that his recovery was going well, it still concerned you that it would be too painful for him.

"I'm more than ready, I miss driving. Tomorrow I'm driving on the simulator to see if I can handle it", he smiled as he took a water bottle out of the fridge, his smile fading when he saw the crease between your eyebrows, "I have everyone looking at every movement I do and how I do it, my love. I'll be fine", he attempted to soothe your worries, kissing your forehead, "do you want help with dinner?", he wondered looking at the pots, "I can stir this!", he cheerfully suggested, pointing the wooden spoon at you and managing to make a grin break on your lips, nudging his side while you joined him at the stove.

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Seeing Lance need help to get out of the car made your fears even clearer, "I don't like this", you mumbled, feeling Claire-Anne's hand on your back, "me neither, sweetheart", she mumbled back. Sighing, you realised that you were not the only one filled with worry. While Lawrence, Lance himself and everyone on the team said he would be okay, you couldn't help but let your thoughts travel to a dangerous place. What if something went wrong? What if he crashed and he couldn't get out of the car safely? The questions plagued you to the point where you excused yourself, smiling and thanking all of the Aston Martin team members you passed until you reached Lance's driver's room, closing the door before you sat down, waiting for him to come back from the interviews.

It didn't take long before he was back, seeing Henry walk in with bags of ice on his hands, "Hi Y/N", he smiled, setting the bags on top of a box before he exited, "Lance will be here shortly". When Lance arrived, he kept talking about how it felt to finally be in the car, "it's incredible. The team back at the factory built an amazing car this year, it's a pleasure to drive! I- Hey, everything alright?", he questioned as he fastened the ice bags around his wrists, "I'm happy that you're happy, Lance, don't get me wrong. But, is it safe for you? And I'm asking genuinely and I want an honest answer", you finally let out.

Sitting next to you, Lance placed his hand on your thigh, "it's medically safe. Does it hurt? Yes, but not to the point where it will take me out of doing it", he stated, "I'm worried for you, I mean, you couldn't even turn the wheel around with both of your hands, I saw it on the onboard", you spoke your point, "I promise I'll be careful, okay? I understand your worry, and I appreciate it. I'm sorry it causes you this much distress, but I promise you I'll say it whenever it's not okay, yes?", he held his pinky out, making you nudge it slightly, "C'mon, my love, give me a real pinky promise!", he teased you, lacing his finger with yours with some applied strength.

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The cars were on track getting ready for the formation lap when you were walking bag to the garage, bumping into Mick on the way, "Y/N! I haven't seen you in a while, how are you?", he greeted you with a kiss on each cheek, "Hi Mick!", you greeted him back, "how have you been? We've been dealing with the whole wrist situation", you shrugged your shoulders, "I've been good, change of scenery for the season, but it has been a big opportunity to learn and it's only the start. I've heard, Lance's keeping you on your toes, hm?", he giggled.

"Yes, a lot. I trust him and the team, you know? But I can't help feeling nervous. These past two weeks have been the craziest in my life, I think", you smiled, "but it's all in good efforts, I think, the car looks promising. I think Sebastian's legacy is doing some magic", you finished, "if he says he's good, trust him, yeah? I'll see you around, Y/N", the German driver smiled, patting your arm as he left the green coloured garage.

Picking up your headset, you sat next to Lance's mother, getting ready to watch the race while you crossed your fingers for everything to go well, "this is even more stressful", the older woman confessed, "if he says he's good, we should trust him", you repeated Mick's words like a mantra, earning her nod as she squeezed your hand on top of the small table like compartment.

With Fernando finishing on the podium and Lance finishing in 6th place, there were many reasons to celebrate, "above all of this", you gestured to the celebrations that were being held by the team dinner party, "is that you're safe and sound, here with me", you smiled, kissing your boyfriend's lips, "I told you to trust me, didn't I? And it was fine", he mused, "you should have seen her during the race, though. There was a time I felt she would make them stop it all just to go and give you an ice pack", Claire-Anne mentioned, smiling at her son's happy relationship.

[henpillled]

Quick n dirty Hurricane post

Hurricane Shopping List

Food:

The government will tell you that you need 3 days of food, you need at least a week. After Ian we were flooded for about 4 days and had no power for 8. You want non perishables and you want tasty non perishables, get things you and your family like. Keep your eye out for sales through the year to keep a good stash.if you don’t have a grill,  Get a mini charcoal grill so you can also still cook 

Soups 

tuna and other canned meats

Ramen (fun, not nutritious) 

Snacks like chips and crackers, salsa!*

Single serving sauce packs (go hog wild at fast food places)

Cereal

Fresh fruit

Pasta sauce and pasta

Bread and shelf stable toppings like jelly* and peanut butter

Treats! It sucks, get some gummy bears, get BEER!

Instant coffee

*these aren't technically shelf stable,but yes they are lol, at least for a few days, sugar and acid are both preservatives, if it looks funny, don't eat it, but they'll be fine for a few days

Everything in your freezer will be good too, at least for a while. Eat everything in your fridge first, but after a few days, if you are going to lose everything in your freezer anyway, open it up and start using meats etc in there.

Water:

There are 4 categories for water, Drinking, cooking, cleaning, and flushing. ** if you do not have hot water, you need to be using bleach or vinegar or everything that gross. Hot water is our best friend and if we do not have her we need to kill every germ, without proper plumbing there are bad germs everywhere.

Drinking: half gallon  to gallon per person per day 

Cooking: A gallon per day, more if you have a larger family

These two need to be in sanitized containers intended for water storage, so bottled water, or food grade 5 gallon containers, tractor supply has good ones, or the huge water jugs at the grocery store.

Cleaning***: as much as you can, personally i start saving every 2 liter, OJ bottle, milk jug etc from about January to hurricane season so i can fill them all up when a storm is on the way. This doubles as you-cleaning water, so the more the better

Flushing: as much as physically possible. Fill up every tub, every sink, fill up your trash cans. I am 100% serious you WILL run out of flushing water before anything else. Literally as much as possible.

Misc items:

Battery banks, whether proper banks, or your laptop to use as a bank

A full tank of gas, never go under half a tank during hurricane season

This radio is great

Proper first aid kit (you should already have one tbh) 

Any medications you need, check your state laws to see if you can get emergency prescription refills

Toys, books, any kind of entertainment really, it gets boring, couldnt imagine being a toddler.

Extra pet food

Baby wipes

Extra period products 

Corn starch is a decent dry shampoo

General tips:

Find a radio station with a morning show, find several. There was a group in my area that was broadcasting 24/7 taking calls from people with trucks and people who needed help or medicine. They saved lives. 

Park your cars as high as possible, and as close to your house as you can

It is so much better to feel silly with all this stuff than to be caught off guard 

Lock your pets in a non carpeted room if you can.

Do laundry!!!!!

Shower and scrub every square inch a few hours before the storm starts, wash your hair!!!

Have 2 weeks of undies

Check on your neighbors 

DO NOT GO INTO FLOOD WATERS WHY DO PEOPLE DO THIS THIS IS HOW YOU GET HEPATITIS 

Have a plan for if it floods, have important docs and some food in a bag ready to go. If you are in an attic without a way to break through the roof, you will drown.

[amoebagrl]

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ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ neighbor!ellie williams x fem reader

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ summary: ellie spends her first summer at her and her fathers new vacation house, and her first summer with a summer fling.

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ a/n: hi! i hope u guys enjoy this lil preview of a fic im working on, so sorry it’s taking so long to write, i’m super busy. it should be done in a week or two :) per usual, join my taglist to be notified when i post the full thing & song used in title is slavatore by lana del rey! ♡

Ellie didn't know why Joel decided to purchase a beach home, but she was greatful for it.

Summers in Jackson were grueling. The hot, and sticky air definitely wasn't her favorite.

So when her adoptive father, Joel, had let her know that his offer the house had been accepted, Ellie was overjoyed.

In the weeks before summer break, she became more anxious and excited to spend her summer on the beach.

She wondered how different the beach town would be from her home, and what kind of kids her age would be there.

When the day finally came, Ellie was packed and ready, sitting at the table with her bags in hand, and suitcase by her feet.

"Woah there kiddo" Joel laughed as he entered the dining room. "What? I'm ready" *You sure are" he chuckled "Can we go yet?" the auburn-haired girl whined.

"Well if I knew you were fixin' to get going this early, would have finished packing" "Seriously?!" Ellie called out to the man as he walked away.

He entered the room with his luggage after, what Ellie claimed to be, hours.

They piled up into the beat up truck and began their twelve hour drive to Florida.

Joel insisted they only stopped for absolute necessities, but found himself stopping for snacks one too many times.

When they arrived, it was dark, around 10:00 at night. Ellie had fell asleep in the passenger seat around halfway in the trip, after claiming she ‘wasn't tired’ and it reminded Joel of when she was a kid.

"Ellie. Ellie. Cmon get up" Joel whispered, nudging the girl.

"Huh?" She asked, stirring "We're here. Come on, get inside" "What about all the bags?" "Well get it all in the morning" "Mhm" she groaned.

Unbuckling her seatbelt and walking inside, she barely took the time to look around, just heading straight for her bed, which was already made. She took a mental note to thank Joel in the morning before falling asleep.

Ellie woke up to the bright sunshine creeping in through the window. She slowly sat up and creeped out of her bedroom, looking for her father.

"Morning Ellie" Joel croaked out from the kitchen, turning around with a mug full of coffee.

"Goodmorning" Ellie yawned, rubbing her eyes.

"Ya sleep well?" The older man asks, sipping on the steaming cup. "Mhm. Thanks for making my bed and stuff." She smiled, truly greatful.

"No problem." He replied, grinning in return.

"Hey, why don't you go down the street and get us some of those...uh... 'a-kai' bowls?" He asked, reaching for his wallet. "I think it's açaí, but sure.

Let me get dressed" She nods, turning to go back upstairs to get dressed.

The auburn-haired girl emerges 20 minutes later in jeans and a t-shirt, tugging on her beat up converse.

"This good?" She looks up, unsure if the outfit is suitable for the hot weather.

"Jesus, Ellie. I said clothes for hot weather, it's

'bout ninety degrees!" "I'll be fine" She rolls her eyes, grabbing the $20 bill from Joels hands, before stepping outside.

"Shit." She gasps, fanning herself for a moment before grabbing her skateboard off the porch and stepping onto the sidewalk, heading off down the block for the small shop.

The bells over the front door chimed as Ellie stepped in the small, but nice, café.

"Welcome! What can I get started for 'ya?" You asked, looking up from the cash register to meet the customers gaze.

"Oh, um... Can I look over the menu and stuff?" Ellie asked, bringing her hand up to rub the back of her neck, a nervous tic she had.

"Of course" You smiled sweetly.

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Whumperless whump inspired by what happened with me today: nosebleeds.

Maybe Whumpee doesn't get them often. Or they do (as I do these days). Either way, they're supposed to stay calm, wait it out. But anxiety hits their system anyway. And there's only so much a caretaker can do, if there is one. It's basically just a waiting game.

Too long lasting and that means a trip to the hospital to get the veins/wound cauterized. (Not happened to me, but did happen to my dad, so I'm forever worried about it.)

For real, though, advice on nosebleeds and how to deal with them:

DON'T tilt your head back, it's a bad idea. Blood will go down your throat instead and it will poison you. Lean forward with your head tilted down, but at an angle that doesn't mean it'll still go down your throat. That's really mostly the goal: don't swallow your own blood, it bad.

DON'T stuff things in your nose to take care of it. Like, you can-ish, but don't pack it. Basically enough so you're not dripping everywhere, just not so much you rip out the clot that builds to heal the skin under it. Break the clot, nosebleed starts over.

DON'T use Vaseline (or similar) to moisturize your nose afterwards to increase prevention, use Neosporin (or similar) instead. This came from a doctor my sister was lucky enough to have. Basically, because Neosporin is a first aid antibiotic ointment, it both heals and helps prevent infection. He'd found (as a doctor and from personal experience with chronic nosebleeds himself) that Vaseline would cause more infections and issues than it would actually help.

And lastly, IF A NOSEBLEED CONTINUES FOR LONGER THAN 10-15 MINUTES AT THE SAME INTENSITY, YOU SHOULD PROBABLY GO TO THE EMERGENCY ROOM. Not even joking here, you *can* bleed out from a nosebleed. Which is the knowledge that always pumps up my anxiety.

My personal way to deal with it in the moment is to either bend over my bathroom sink and just let it run its course (while pinching the bridge of my nose to stem the flow), checking with a tissue every now and then as it slows. Or just soft plug my nose with tissues method if I'm not home, like when I was at work today. I was told by one doctor a while back to just plug my nostrils and let it clot that way. The problem is, I bleed way too much for that. Like, way too much. I basically always hit that 10-minute mark, and it stops by a hair for emergency worries. It's kind of funny sometimes when someone gets so concerned about me, and at this point, I'm just so casual about how much blood is pouring out of my nose at a rapid rate. But anyway, I tried it once, and both still swallowed some blood because it built up so much, and when I released my nose, it was not pretty.

So there's my adhd meds wore off for the night and I really need to get to bed rant, lol. If anyone has anything else to add, feel free. Preferably stuff that would help, not harm, as I was given a lot of bad advice when I was a kid by well-meaning adults when my parents weren't available (like the tilting the head back thing, my parents know better but I had a school staff member who didn't and had me doing that; not great). There's stuff I know I forgot to add that would help but I'm very, very tired.

[jessicaloons]

Chapter 26:

I swear I don’t love the drama, it loves me…

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"This is so exciting!" I exclaimed and unlocked the door "Ready?"

"Ready when you are." Charles smiled at me and I took a deep breath "Are you nervous?" he chuckled a little.

"I mean… it was all so fast. One day I signed the contract, Rita took care of the payment. The next day we did all the measurements, ordered furniture and painted the walls. I packed last week all my belongings in boxes and yeah now they’re here and I will see my fully renovated and furnished flat for the first time ever…" I said it all so fast that Charles laughed.

"It always baffles me how fast you can talk, cara mia. But come on! It will be amazing! Open up!" he squeezed my hand and I nodded, pushing the door open.

We walked inside. I mustered everything. The colours on the walls. The furniture. After we went into every single room, we came back to the living room and Charles looked at me.

"What’s the verdict?" he asked and I sat down on the sofa, it was just as comfy as I imagined it to be.

"What do you think?" I patted the space next to me and he sat down.

"Honestly? Can you do my flat next? This is amazing! It’s so you! The colours, the furniture, it all looks super cozy but modern and clean… you did an amazing job, cara mia!" he leaned over, kissing my cheek.

"So you like it?"

"100%! But it’s important what you think! It’s your home from now on!"

"I love it. Everything is exactly how I pictured it in my mind." I couldn’t stop smiling. It was perfect and it was all mine "I can’t believe it. I have my own flat. In Monaco. And it looks amazing!"

"Yes, you have your first flat in Monaco and it looks perfect. It looks like you." he pulled me to his side and kissed my cheek "Let’s unpack your stuff." he got up and pulled me with him "I follow your lead!"

After little over an hour I opened up the last of the boxes, getting out a pile of work out clothes, stowing it away in one of the drawers.

"I really thought it would take us longer…" Charles folded the empty box together.

"I mean. It was only my clothes and my personal stuff, books, games and so on. I didn’t have more. Our mums bought all the kitchen stuff, or better they told me what I needed, I showed them some examples of what I liked and they took care of it." I shrugged my shoulders.

"That’s how they did it for me as well." Charles chuckled "You have a lot of space left in your closet. And even more empty drawers. We should take a big shopping trip to fill them up."

"Or…" I turned around, looking at him "… you could bring some of your clothes over… so you always have something here… in case of an emergency."

"That sounds actually like a good idea… I mean emergencies happen all the time, right?" he put his hands on my waist, pulling me closer "We still should go shopping. You deserve it." he kissed me softly.

"Hmm, you know I’m more of an online shopping person…" I whispered against his lips and he smiled.

"But online shopping doesn’t give me the opportunity to see you trying on new stuff and then happily hand over my credit card and say we take everything." he chuckled.

"Bold of you to assume that I let you pay."

"I want to spoil my girlfriend every once in a while." Charles nipped at my bottom lip and I gasped. His hands began roaming my body, pushing up my sweater "I want to spoil my girlfriend now…" he kissed me, with such urgency, my back colliding with the wall behind me "How about we inaugurate your flat… starting with a nice shower…" he then started peppering tiny kisses along my jaw, down my throat "…have a little stop-over in your bed…" he sucked on my collarbone "…and then maybe we figure out some more…" the doorbell rang, loud banging on the door and he groaned loudly "What now?"

"Fuck! Our mums!" I hastily looked into the mirror, pulling my sweater back in place, smoothing my hair down. I left to open the door.

"Awesome…" I could hear Charles mumble underneath his breath as he followed me.

"Lizzie! First qualifying done in Singapore, how do you like it so far?" Will Buxton wiped his sweaty forehead and I chuckled.

"Hot. Humid. Exhausting? No, honestly, I really like the track, but yeah, it’s really hot, I never had so many ice baths on a race weekend, but pretty cool still. It was a tough quali, but I think a P7 and P9 was all we could do and now I’m excited for the race tomorrow."

"The last weeks were a real whirlwind for you! You moved to Monaco, filming for your documentary began, care to share a little about it?"

"Yeah, it’s been busy weeks, that’s for sure. The moving went smoothly, I already feel so at home in my place. I really love it. Then of course the whole Netflix thing is just… it’s still so mind blowing that they are really interested in my life. We did some shoots of my work out routine, talked about my recovery after my accident. They’re here this weekend as well."

"Will we see now two Netflix crews at every race? Or is it the same one?"

"No, it’s actually a second crew, but a smaller one. Who’s solely focused on me, which is weird because I will still be filmed by the OG crew. My crew won’t be at every race tho. They will be in Mexico and Brazil, that’s it for this season."

"We are all really excited for what’s to come! Good luck tomorrow!"

"Thanks Will!"

The race was exhausting. Long. Hot. But I could make up two positions and crossed the line in P6, but due to a penalty I finished in P5. Not too bad for racing the first time around here.

"How do you feel?" Charles handed me a bottle of water and I looked up.

"Good?" I answered slowly and he looked around.

"It’s the beginning of the month…" he whispered and I smiled a little.

"I’m okay. A slight icky feeling here and there. One or two tiny cramps, but overall not like the last time… or I hope so? Did I turn into a monster again?"

"No, you didn’t." he chuckled "You were a little grumpy, but that could also be because of the heat."

"Yeah, that was really a lot… and then after a freaking exhausting race, when I wanted nothing more but a good, full fat ice cream someone brought me vanilla…" I winked at him and he pinched my side.

"What’s wrong with vanilla? It’s universal! It’s perfect to everything!" Charles asked dramatically.

"It’s boring. Bring me coconut, strawberry, mango, lemon, pistachio! Keep your bland vanilla to yourself!"

"Maybe you are a little monster again." he sighed and I slapped his arm "Just kidding… I’m just glad that it’s better this time. Seriously."

"Yeah, I guess my body adjusted to the new pills, maybe next time I’m completely fine again." I smiled and Charles put his arm around my shoulder, pulling me into him, kissing my head.

A comfortable silence fell over us as the jet brought us closer and closer to our destination. I was more than happy that Charles went with my team instead of his. I didn’t want him to fly alone, not when Japan was our next race.

As soon as we arrived in our hotel, Charles plugged my phone in, that had died on the way from the airport and looked at me.

"Seb tried to call you several times. He also texted you." he said.

"Huh? Seb?" I walked over and grabbed my phone.

"Did something happen?" Charles asked and I read the texts.

"Umm- no, nothing. He just wanted to check in on us. We hadn’t had the chance to talk in Singapore." I said and he nodded, rummaging through his suitcase.

"Andrea wants to go for a run, wanna join?"

"I’m a little tired. I’m going to lay down for a bit, before JK will torture me later on." I kissed his cheek and sat down on the sofa.

"Alright. If you need anything, just call me." he changed into shorts and a hoodie and put his running shoes on "Do you want to go out tonight for dinner, or order room service?"

"Umm…" I shrugged my shoulders.

"We decide spontaneously. See you later, cara mia." he kissed my head and left.

As soon as the door was closed I took my phone out and called Seb.

"Hey Lizzie, how are you?"

"I’m good, thanks. How are you?"

"Oh, you know me. All good." he chuckled a little.

"Yeah, as good as it could be coming out of the heat into the rain."

"That was a drastic change, not gonna lie. The reason why I wanted to talk to you is that I spoke with the FIA and Liberty Media in Singapore about your request. They officially lift the ban, on probation. Starting this weekend." he explained and my heart was racing.

"Okay. That’s good news! Thank you Seb, really!"

"It’s okay, kiddo. But Lizzie, if he crosses the line just slightly he will be out. Forever. There won’t be any complaint needed. The FIA and LM will state it exactly like this. It won’t fall back onto you." for him it would.

"Alright. Thank you! I knew I could count on you!"

"Always, kiddo. And now I gotta go, Britta looks like I forgot something and you know her." he laughed.

"Don’t let her wait then, say hi from me! I see you on Thursday!"

"Take care!" he hung up and I took a deep breath.

Was it over now? He got what he wanted. He could come back. I sent him a DM. The ban is lifted, on probation. Starting from this weekend. Only a moment later he answered and I swallowed hard. See you on Thursday.

To say I was a nervous wreck, would be an understatement. Charles was getting worried, I could tell by the way he looked at me, but I always waved his concerns off. When I saw that I was at the press conference together with Charles, Max, Seb and Lewis my heart sank in my stomach. Press conference meant he would be there. According to Seb he had gotten a mail, that stated if he crossed the line ever again, he would be banned for life. But I had a bad feeling. As soon as Tom Clarkson opened up the floor for questions and I made eye contact with Diaz, I knew he would find a way around the set conditions. I didn’t listen to any of the questions, just as Charles patted my arm a little I looked up.

"Sorry? Can you- umm can you repeat the question, I was a little out of it." I apologised, not even knowing who I should look at. Charles was watching me, knowing that something was off. I had to calm down and focus. Don’t be suspicious.

"Sure. You tested here in F2 for Ferrari and Sauber in the past, now it’s your first race in Suzuka. Knowing that we might have a race in the rain and the Audi seemed to struggle a little under these conditions, what do you think is possible for you this weekend?" a woman in the front row asked.

"First off, I’m really excited about racing here. It’s an amazing track. Tricky but fun. As for the struggles with the car, I wouldn’t say it’s the rain, that created the problems, it was rather me who struggled a little, as Valtteri was doing just fine. But I worked on my issues and I think we have good chances for double points this weekend."

"Mike Gellner, Danskesport. Lizzie, we all know of course about your Netflix deal, which sparked a lot of uproar, people saying that a rookie who didn’t achieve anything shouldn’t be given a platform like that. Drivers like Max, Lewis, Seb or Fernando would be more deserving. What do you say about that?"

"It wasn’t my idea. Netflix approached me, asking if I would like to do it. I saw it as an opportunity to promote girls in motorsports. That’s it. Max, Lewis, Seb or Fernando sure as hell would deserve their own spin-off each, but that’s not my decision to make. Whoever has a problem, talk to Netflix."

"Alright, another question? Yes." Clarkson nodded at him and I immediately tensed up.

"Salva Diaz, ESPN Spain, Question for Lizzie." my heart almost jumped out of my chest, when I looked at him, sinister smile on his lips.

In the corner of my eye I could clearly see how Charles next to me clenched his jaw, shoulders tense, he knew who Diaz was. He stared at him with cold eyes, hands clenched into fists. I felt a pressure on my chest, breathing constricted, I swallowed hard against the lump in my throat. My ears began to ring as I watched how Diaz opened his mouth and asked his question, my mind didn’t even register the words he was saying. No matter how hard I tried to calm myself down, to listen to him, not show him, anyone in here, that I had a full on panic attack, it was to no avail. And then it happened all too fast. My brain couldn’t even fully process it. I blinked once, twice and then I saw Max holding back a furious Charles. Salva Diaz with a bloody nose and lip on the floor. Empty chairs scattered around him on the floor. Charles voice making it through the brain fog.

"Let go of me, Max!" he was fighting with everything he had and a seemingly struggling Max tried to reason with him.

"He’s not worth it, okay? Think of your goddamn hands. You can’t risk an injury. Calm down man!"

"I don’t care." Charles almost made it out of Max’ hold as two security guards stormed in. One helping Max, holding Charles back and the other pulling Diaz up off the floor, leading him outside. Charles looked after him and his eyes fell on me, he pushed Max and the security guard off and walked over to me.

"Get her out of here." Seb whispered and Charles nodded, pulling me up off the sofa, leading me outside. He was awfully quiet and I couldn’t bring myself to say anything so I followed him quietly. My mind was reeling. Heart racing. What the fuck just happened.

Charles POV:

She was shaking. Pale face, lips bitten raw. Her breathing ragged. I held her hand tight in mine and lead her back to the Audi hospitality. There was an eerie silence in the paddock when we made our way through it. Everyone was staring at us. But no one said a single word. JK and Julie stood outside, looking at us, waving us inside and I pulled Lizzie with me, up the stairs. I pushed her down on a sofa and crouched down in front of her, cupping her cheeks.

"Lizzie?" I asked softly and her eyes, looking frantically around before, focused on me "Can you take a few deep breaths for me, please?" she nodded slightly and took a deep breath, but she scrunched up her face in pain immediately "Come on, you can do it. Let’s start with little ones, okay? Inhale 1,2,3. Hold it. Exhale. And again." within the next minutes she was able to breathe normally again and JK handed her a glass of water, which she jugged down in one go "Are you okay?"

"What happened?" her voice was barely a whisper when she looked around.

"What do you mean?" I took her hands in mine and she looked down, her eyes widening in horror.

"Charles! Your hand!" she panicked and I cupped her cheek with my other hand.

"Hey! Hey! Look at me. I’m okay! What do you mean, what happened?" I tried to calm her down.

"He was asking me a question and you… you launched at him! Why?" Lizzie sounded genuinely confused.

"Didn’t you hear what he was asking?"

"Honestly? No. I think… I spaced out." she mumbled and I sighed, happy that she didn’t hear his question.

"You’re a little out of it the last days, are you okay?"

"Yeah, just a lot in my mind… but Charles, no matter what he said, what the hell were you thinking?" she was upset, I could tell, maybe even more than just upset.

"I honestly don’t know. I saw how you tensed up as soon as he began to speak, you were trembling and then what he said. I just lost it. And he deserved it!" I sat down next to her and she leaned in, resting her head on my shoulder.

"What did he say?" she whispered but I shook my head.

"You didn’t hear it, it’s better like this." I said and she sighed.

"Do you think you’ll get in trouble for punching him?"

"I don’t know and I don’t care. I stand by my word, he deserved it." my phone vibrated and I knew without looking who it was "Cara mia, I hate to leave you now, but Sylvia and Mattia are blowing up my phone…"

"It’s okay! Really! I don’t want you to be in even more trouble! Go!" Lizzie sat up and kissed my cheek "And please put a cool pack on your hand…"

"I will, I promise. I call you later." I got up and kissed her head, when I walked out I signalled JK to follow me "Make sure that she doesn’t watch the press conference, okay?"

"I got you, don’t worry. I’ll take care of her." he patted my back and I nodded.

"Thank you."

I sat down, Mattia looked like he wanted to be everywhere but here, Sylvia was seething.

"Charles. The FIA made it clear, that they need you to apolo-…" Sylvia began.

"Not gonna happen." I interrupted her and she shook her head.

"You don’t understand, this isn’t just about the FIA fining you, this could have serious consequences if you don’t show any kind of remorse!" she said.

"I don’t care. They can fine me, punish me in any way. I won’t apologise to him. You heard what he said! He was banned for 10 races, he shouldn’t even be here, but the FIA broke their promise to Lizzie! If someone should apologise then it’s them!" I was furious.

"Charles, think about yourself for a moment. He can sue you! And if that doesn’t matter to you, then… then think about the Scuderia!" Mattia said and I looked at him.

"We should stand with Lizzie! Support her! Protect her! That would look better on us than allowing this asshole his constant verbal attacks on Lizzie!" I slammed my fist on the table "I won’t apologise. And that’s my final answer!" I got up and left, Mia already waiting for me.

"You know that I usually don’t agree with Sylvia… but she’s right this time Charles." she said and I groaned.

"Not you as well! Does anybody care for Lizzie? She had a panic attack when she spotted him in the crowd!"

"I didn’t say that he didn’t deserve it. And in my opinion you could’ve hit him a bit more as well. But you should apologise nonetheless." she looked at me but I shook my head.

"Sorry, but I can’t." my answer was final.

The whole Friday and Saturday was spent between practices, quali and meetings with a whole bunch of different people, all trying to make me apologise. The last attempt was on Sunday morning, when I arrived at the paddock with Lizzie and Stefano Domenicali himself passed us up, asking for a word. Lizzie looked confused between him and I.

"What’s going on?" she asked.

"Umm- it’s between Charles and…" he began but I interrupted him.

"My answer is still no. Not gonna happen." I sighed but he was persistent.

"Charles this isn’t about you alone. As this was an official Formula 1 event, he can’t only sue us as operator, but also the FIA as the governing organisation." he was running out of patience, I could tell.

"Who can sue you? What is this about?" Lizzie looked at him.

"The reporter, Salva Diaz, he threatens to sue us."

"Maybe if he wouldn’t be there, like you promised Lizzie, it wouldn’t have happened. He was banned for 10 races, not 4, if I remember correctly…" I was getting mad.

"Charles…" Lizzie began, grabbing my arm.

"No, Lizzie, they had one job and one job only. Protecting you. And he still found a way in here. Still found a way to attack you like that! So no. If he sues me. Fine. If he sues them. Not my problem." I said in French but she only shook her head and looked away. The way Domenicali looked at her and the way she avoided looking at me felt like they knew something I didn’t.

"I guess you take care of it from here on." he said to Lizzie and walked away.

"Take care of what? What does he mean?" I asked her and she sighed.

"I asked them to lift the ban." she mumbled.

"You did what?" I couldn’t believe my ears.

"You didn’t see what they all were writing after he posted that he was banned from the races because of me! They were saying all kinds of things like they wouldn’t do something like that for any other driver, but because I’m a girl and hypersensitive… it was getting all too much! So I thought that if I just show that I don’t care, be the bigger person, then maybe it would stop them from writing all these things about me." she sounded exhausted.

"Why didn’t you tell me?" I asked her.

"Because I have to be strong enough to go through these kinda things alone… I can’t always rely on you, or anyone else…" she almost whispered it and I took her hand and pulled her behind a container.

"You are the strongest person I know, cara mia! And I know that you can handle all of this alone! But you don’t have to! Please let me help you! Tell me these kinda things!" I pleaded and she nodded slowly.

"Can you please apologise? For me?" she asked and I sighed.

"I honestly don’t know why I should do it."

"Charles please! I don’t want you to be punished by them! I don’t want you to be in trouble because of me! Please! Just say you’re sorry, film it and post it!" she pulled me closer, our lips almost touching "Please Charlie, for me?"

"Fine." I gave in and pulled my phone out "Here. Record it." she took it and I closed my eyes for a moment, then I gave her the thumbs up and she nodded, pressing record. I knew that Sylvia would be mad as hell when she would see the video, but I didn’t care. I didn’t want to use a fabricated statement. I said what I had to say. I shouldn’t resort to violence. It was wrong. I’m sorry.

"Thank you. Really." Lizzie kissed me softly and we walked towards the hospitalities and as predicted a seething Sylvia waited for me.

"Oh. That doesn’t look good, see you later!" Lizzie whispered and walked off.

"Charles. Can we talk?" Sylvia pressed out as soon as I was close enough.

"I apologised. I used my words. I posted it. I apologised to Diaz, the FIA, F1, the team and the Tifosi. That’s enough. I won’t say more. And now I prepare for the race. Thank you." I said and walked inside, not waiting for an answer.

It wasn’t raining as much as before and the race could finally start. I wiped my visor for the last time, before I focused on the lights. As much as I loved this track, I also loathed it. Especially under these conditions. The lights went out and I was fully focused on racing. Nothing else in my mind than chasing Max. I had a good start, almost passing Max. The track was slippery, traction more or less given, the sight as well. It felt like we just started the race as the double yellow flags were waved.

"Double yellow. Safety car deployed." I heard Xavi say.

"What happened?"

"Sainz lost the car into turn 11."

"Is he okay?"

"He is okay."

"Good." my voice was slightly shaking. As I looked up I saw on one of the screens what happened. Thank god Carlos was okay. I kept on driving. Just to see an Audi spinning off track on another screen. My insides started churning, hoping to catch a glimpse of what was going on on the next screen, but my heart clenched when I saw a recovery vehicle on the track. And several cars breezing past it. The first thing I thought of was Jules. Then Lizzie. Fear creeping down my spine. Was the tractor because of Carlos? Or the Audi? Who was it? Lizzie or Valtteri? Where did the Audi spin out? Close to the tractor? My fear turned into anger. Why was there a recovery vehicle on track. With cars still driving on track. Why was there no red flag? I swallowed hard, trying to focus on the track ahead, pushing my fear and anger back.

"Red flag. Red flag. Return to the pit lane."

I drove back into the pits and got out of the car, running back to find Lizzie. With every step that I took without seeing her, the pit in my stomach got heavier and heavier. I had to find her, but my knees started to buckle and I couldn’t breathe. I felt a hand on my shoulder, squeezing it.

"Charles? Hey! Take your helmet off." the faint voice of Sebastian fought its way through the ringing in my ears and I turned around "Your shaking and I can hear you heaving through your helmet. Take it off."

"Lizzie…" barely a whisper and Seb turned me slightly to the side, relieve flooding me. She climbed out of her car, taking her gloves off. She looked at our direction and I felt tears streaming down my face, running towards her. I almost crushed her body into mine, holding her tight. Shaking.

"I’m okay. All good." she said and I shook my head "I spun out but I’m fine. Nothing happened. A bruised ego maybe. But that’s okay."

"The tractor… you… I didn’t… I only saw… Jules…" my voice hoarse and broken.

"I know. It’s okay." I didn’t let go of her. I didn’t care if we would be filmed or photographed. I couldn’t let go of her. Not yet "Mon cœur? I’m okay! Really!" she whispered in French and just then I let go of her, still reluctantly.

"You’re really okay?" I asked and she nodded, taking her helmet off, when she saw my trembling hands she unclasped mine as well and helped me pulling it off. When I pulled the balaclava off I tried to wipe away the tears but the rain kept pouring down on us, it didn’t matter.

"Let’s go find Pierre…" she said and I looked at her "Look." I followed her look and saw Pierre breezing past the tractor dangerously close "He was really close to it. And still pretty fast."

"Why was there a tractor on track? While we were still racing? What the fuck? Didn’t they learn anything? Do they really need another Ju-" I stopped and she cupped my cheek.

"Let’s go, Charlie." she took my hand and pulled me towards the Alpha Tauri garage where a pale Pierre stood at the side. Eyes almost dead "Pierre?" Lizzie approached him carefully and he looked up, as soon as Lizzie was close enough she pulled him into a tight hug.

"They let it on track. While we were racing." he mumbled and I nodded, he was right.

"I know." Lizzie whispered.

"Haven’t they learned anything? Especially here?"

"I know." she repeated, rubbing soothing circles on his back.

"Are you okay? I saw you off track." Pierre pulled away and she nodded.

"I spun out, there was no traction and I lost it. I’m okay."

"You?" he looked at me and I nodded, patting his back.

"I’m just glad you are okay, I had the worst images in my head." I mumbled and Lizzie squeezed my arm.

"We’re all good, okay? What happened out there wasn’t okay. But we are!" she looked at us and I slowly nodded.

"Yeah… we’re ok." Pierre said as someone called him over and he looked at them.

"It’s okay, go. We’ll see you after the race." I said and Lizzie and I left.

"I want this race to be over. This day to be over." I mumbled as we walked back to our teams.

"Same." we stopped in front of the Audi garage "Go check on your team mate. I’ll check on my car."

"If I don’t see you before the restart, please drive careful! Drive safe. Take care, okay?" I hugged her tight "I’m serious! Please be careful, cara mia."

"I will, I promise! The same goes for you! And I want to see you on that podium!" she whispered back and I had to smile.

"I’ll try my best."

I sat on a container, scrolling through my phone, the reactions were all the same. The FIA had fucked up. They knew it. We knew it. And they did what they did the best, blame everyone but themselves. Pierre their newest victim. I scoffed and locked my phone, when Andrea approached.

"Ciao bella, how are you?" he asked and hugged me.

"I’m doing okay. I mean yeah, it was scary but luckily nothing happened… how is he?" I asked looking over his shoulder at Charles, head down, making his way to us.

But before he could answer Charles was already in front of us.

"Can we go? Please?" he almost whispered and I nodded, jumping of the container. He looked pale. Disheveled. Exhausted.

"Let’s go." I took his hand in mine and he looked up "It’s late. Almost no one’s here anymore."

"Thank you." he pulled me close to his side. We walked fast through the paddock to the car park where JK waited for us with my bag.

"Thanks!" I said and he just nodded "Okay… umm JK? Andrea? Why don’t you guys go ahead back to the hotel? Here…" I said and handed JK my car key. Charles looked up and Andrea nodded and followed JK.

"Come on. Let’s drive." I said and we walked to Charles car.

"Where are we going?" he asked as he opened the door for me.

"You’ll see!" I said and kissed his cheek, then got into the car. I pulled my phone out of my bag and googled our first stop, as Charles got in the car "Alright, let’s go."

Apart from me giving directions, we drove in silence, Charles hand on my thigh, rubbing slow circles with his thumb. As we arrived at the first stop I unbuckled my seatbelt.

"I’ll be right back." I got out of the car and walked into the little convenient store. I picked up a basket and walked through the different aisles. I grabbed a variety of different chips, chocolate bars and picked out our two favourite flavours of Ben&Jerry’s and put them in the basket as well, along with some wooden spoons. At the counter the young cashier looked at me intently and I smiled at him as he packed everything into a paper bag. I handed him my credit card and when he gave it back with my receipt he looked at me nervously.

"Can I maybe take a picture?" he asked a little shy and I smiled.

"Yeah, he won’t have a problem with that." I said and he shook his head.

"No. With you! I’m a huge fan." he said and I smiled even wider.

"Really? Of course we can take a picture!" I said and he smiled and walked around the counter.

We took a selfie together and he stared at the picture on his phone.

"Thank you so much!"

"No worries! Have a wonderful night!" I said and with a little wave I left the store and got back into the car.

"Okay, let’s go." I said and started my navigation on the phone again.

"And you won’t tell me, where we’re going?" Charles asked and I shook my head.

"Nope. But you’ll see in a couple of minutes." I answered and he sighed a little, but followed my directions.

We rolled onto a little parking lot and I got out of the car. I grabbed my backpack and opened it to pull out the blanket together with two hoodies, both Charles’. I grabbed the bag with the snacks and walked over to Charles.

"Come on. Close your eyes and just trust me." I reached my hand out and he took it, then he closed his eyes and together we walked towards the little dunes in front, shortly after we stepped on the beach. I guided Charles a couple of metres onto it, closer to the shore and dropped his hand.

"Wait a minute." I said and handed him the paper bag. I laid out the big blanket. Threw the hoodies on it before I took the bag out of his hands again. I laid out the snacks on the blanket and then turned to Charles.

"Okay, you can open your eyes now." I said and he slowly did it. He blinked a little and looked around. As he saw the blanket he smiled and pulled me into him.

"A picnic at the beach?" he chuckled a little and I nodded.

"Well it’s an unhealthy one. And also a little cold one. But yeah…" I laughed and he hugged me for another minute close to his body. Then he kissed my forehead and I smiled "Come on, the ice cream is melting… or not, I don’t know, it’s not really warm." I pulled him down on the blanket and handed him his hoodie, then I pulled the other one over my head.

"What do we have here?" Charles asked and looked at the different snacks and I shrugged my shoulders.

"I’m only sure about the Lay’s chips, the lemonade and the ice cream, the rest? No idea!" I chuckled and grabbed a candy bar "But I’d say let’s find out!" I opened it and bit in. Charles looked at me and I just shook my head "Oh god! That’s too sweet!" I handed it over to Charles who took a bite and frowned a little as well.

"Yeah. That’s pure sugar." he said and wrapped the rest of the candy bar before he put it down.

We tried some of the other snacks, some good, some really bad as I began to shiver a little. The wind picked up slightly and another hoodie would’ve been amazing. Charles noticed it and spread his legs, then pulled me in between and I cuddled into him.

"Better?" he whispered in my ear and I nodded.

"Much better!" I grabbed the ice cream and showed Charles the flavours "Which one?"

"You decide!" he said and I opened up one tub and scooped up some ice cream before feeding it to Charles "How I knew which one you would choose." he chuckled and I ate a scoop full myself.

We sat in silence, enjoying the ice cream, the calmness of the night, the city lights in front, the waves crushing down the shore. After a while Charles kissed my temple and pulled me closer into him.

"Thank you, mon amour." he whispered in my ear and I turned my head to look at him, saw how the weight of the day was lifted off his shoulders a little and I leaned in. He kissed me immediately and our cold lips tasted like ice cream with a hint of sea salt. I felt myself melting into his touch, his heat, and I turned around, not breaking our kiss. I settled down on his lap, slinging my arms around his neck, hands nestled in his hair as I pulled a little at it. Charles groaned into our kiss and pulled away a little and looked at me. Fire in his eyes.

"Stop doing that… you know what that does to me!" he was out of breath and I wiggled a little in his lap and he groaned again "Lizzie!" He grabbed my waist before he kissed me again. This time more hungry. Fierce. Passionate.

"Pretty girl, you seriously need to get up now! Come on!" Charles gently rubbed my arm and I sighed, pulling the sheets over my head, but he pulled them right back and I opened my eyes "Get your cute little ass out of bed! We need to leave soon!"

I mumbled something incoherent and sat up slowly. Our suitcases were packed, there was a fresh set of clothes on the table with my toiletry bag and my phone and headphones were plugged in.

"Did I ever tell you, how amazing you are?" I nuzzled my head in the crook of his neck and inhaled his scent. Humming contently. Charles pulled away slightly, cupping my cheek with his hand and looked at me.

"All the time, cara mia, all the time." he said quietly and leaned in to kiss me, but I turned my head slightly.

"I haven’t even brushed my teeth yet…" I mumbled and he chuckled a little, tilting my head back in place.

"I don’t care…" he whispered against my lips before capturing them in a gentle kiss. I could taste the peppermint of his toothpaste on my lips, my tongue, making me all too aware of the fact that I hadn’t had my teeth brushed yet and I pulled away slightly.

"When do we have to leave?" I asked, feeling the heat in my cheeks, the tingling sensation all over my body.

"In 30 minutes." Charles answered, sounding a little breathless.

"Alright, that’s enough time for a quick shower…" I slowly got up and stretched, my bones creaking. I walked to the table, grabbing my clothes and toiletry bag as Charles hugged me from behind.

"Thank you…" he whispered, kissing my shoulder.

"For getting up in time?" I asked and he chuckled.

"No, silly girl, thank you for last night… Suzuka is never easy… all the bad memories… but after what happened yesterday? When I saw the replay of Pierre being this close to that tractor? And knowing you were also on that track? Just thinking of…" Charles began but his voice cracked and I turned around, hugging him close.

"But nothing happened, okay? We’re all good! Pierre is ok. I’m ok. You’re ok. All is good, you hear me?" I whispered, rubbing soothing circles on his back.

"Yeah, but still… what you did last night. I needed that. I needed to forget what happened, needed to take my mind off of it… thank you, mon amour." he kissed the column of my throat and I shuddered a little.

"Just as all the times you lifted me up, I’ll do the same for you. It’s you and me against the world, remember?" I said and Charles chuckled lightly.

"Always."

For Charles 25th birthday I reserved the VIP area of one of his favourite clubs in Monaco and invited all our friends. I gathered everyone and nervously checked the time. 2 minutes until midnight. One of the waiters looked at me and I nodded at him, it was time. Looking for Charles, I found him close to the bar where he was talking to Joris and Riccardo like we planned it.

"Charles? Can I talk to you for a second?" I whispered into his ear from behind, Joris and Riccardo nodding slightly at me, walking away.

"Sure, what’s up cara mia?" he put his arm around my waist, pulling me close.

"I need to show you something! Come on!" I took his hand and pulled him towards the VIP area and as soon as we took the 3 steps up the big 25 lit up with sparkles right behind the huge cake, adorned with another 25 candles.

"Happy Birthday!" we all screamed and Charles smiled, eyes lighting up, dimples showing. He turned to me and I could see the look in his eyes, I knew he wanted to kiss me so bad. He hugged me close, kissing my cheek.

"Thank you so much, cara mia." he whispered and I smiled.

"Happy Birthday, Charlie." I whispered back, then pulling away kissing his cheeks "Come on!" I pushed him towards his cake and the whole club sang Happy Birthday for him, his cheeks turning slightly pink, which made him look even more adorable.

"Will you help me?" Charles looked at me as he bent down to blow out the candles and I nodded "Alright. 3… 2… 1… blow!"

All of our friends came up to congratulate Charles and I stayed back a little.

"He looks happy." Daniel said and I looked up at him "Maybe even happier if he could’ve kissed his girlfriend at 12…"

"What?" I gasped, looking frantically around.

"Your sister told me. But I know it’s a secret so I won’t tell, don’t worry." he whispered and I nodded "And please don’t be mad at Sissy! It just slipped out when we were on the phone and Liam asked her something!"

"It’s okay. As long as you keep it to yourself!" I chuckled a little and he saluted.

"Yes mam!" he took a swig of his drink and then squeezed my shoulder before he walked over to Charles, who was talking to Max and Pierre.

"Why do you look so tense? Come on! Loosen up a little!" Joris bumped into me and Shima next to him nodded.

"Yeah, here, take a shot with us and then let’s dance!"

Charles POV:

"There he is! The man of the hour!" Daniel slurred and Max tried to keep him upright.

"He had one drink too much I think." he laughed and I nodded.

"That’s why we’re here after all!" I clinked my glas with theirs and Daniel laughed.

"Hell yes!" Daniel shouted and I chuckled.

"Can I leave him with you for a moment?" Max asked and I nodded.

"Sure!"

I sipped on my drink, watching how Lizzie was dancing with Shima and Marta. Daniel followed my look and smiled.

"I’m happy for you guys, I already told Lizzie, Sissy let it slip out when I was on the phone with her and Liam asked something about you two." he said and I nodded.

"You have no idea how happy I am." I chuckled and he lifted his glass.

"To the beautiful Doetterer sisters!" Daniel smiled and I nodded.

"Cheers to that!" I said and took a swig of my drink "And thanks for coming!"

"Wouldn’t miss it in the world. When Lizzie asks me to come, then I come! No questions asked!" he mumbled a little.

"Yeah, I know. She has this effect on people, one look in her eyes and you would do everything for her!" I laughed.

"Exactly!" Daniel nodded "That’s why Charlotte and I kept quiet about Silverstone, the look she gave us? How could we say no?" Daniel said hastily and I looked up.

"What happened in Silverstone?" I was confused.

"That guy who grabbed her?" Daniel said and looked at me questioningly, but then he sat up, eyes widened "Oh shit! Fuck! I shouldn’t have said that!"

"What guy? Grabbed her how?" I was sober in an instant.

"Charles, I didn’t- fuck! I had to promise her I wouldn’t tell anyone!" he looked away, cursing under his breath.

"What happened in Silverstone?" I asked again and got up. Looking at Lizzie. My mind reeling. Thoughts spinning. Silverstone. Anxiety attack. Tears. A lot of tears. Bruises on her jaw and wrist. Lizzie being out of it. What the fuck happened in Silverstone? I had to leave. Get out of here. Fresh air. I walked out of the booth and when Lizzie looked at me, our eyes met. She smiled. But it froze when she saw the look on my face. She excused herself from Marta and Shima and came my way. I turned around and left. Outside. Just away. Just one moment to sort out the mess in my brain.

"Charles?" I heard her faint voice calling out for me but I couldn’t bear to look at her. Not now. I saw the cab at the corner and kept on walking "Charles! Wait!"

"Hi, are you free?" I leaned down and asked the driver who just nodded "Perfect." I got in the car and he drove off, I turned a little and saw Lizzie running up to the car, stopping when she realised she wouldn’t reach us in time. I swallowed hard. Turning back around, sinking into the seat. What happened in Silverstone? Who was that guy who grabbed her? Grabbed her how? What did he do to her? Lizzie’s face when she crouched on the floor, staring at her broken trophy, came to my mind. Lizzie. What the fuck was I doing? Why was I running away from her? She was the one who was attacked? I should run to her, hug her, love her. Not leaving her alone "Stop. Please. I have to get out." the driver looked at me confused and pulled over. I handed him some money and opened the door.

"Wait! That’s way too much! Your change!" the driver said.

"Keep it." I closed the door and the cab drove off. I leaned against the wall and looked around, groaning. I should’ve stayed in the cab, taking me back to the club. I pushed off the wall and started walking, searching my pockets for my phone to call Lizzie, but realised that I had left it at the club.

"Fuck!" I yelled and groaned in frustration. What happened in Silverstone? The question plopped up again and again in my mind. Why didn’t she tell me? But Daniel and Charlotte? I looked up to see where I was and choked up. Of course. The only place I went to, when I had no idea where else to go and needed advice. I took a deep breath and pushed the gate open, walking through the narrow aisles until I reached my destination. I sat down on the stone bench and closed my eyes for a second.

"I haven’t been here in a while, sorry, but a lot has happened. Like really a lot. Lizzie and I. We’re together now. Finally. It’s amazing, really. I never thought that this was what love felt like… it’s all consuming, it’s mind blowing, it sometimes feels like I’m suffocating, but in a good kind of way? Lizzie… she’s, god she’s so amazing, but you know that already, it’s like she makes every day better, every high feels higher with her, every low feels not as low… god, I love her. So much. And that’s why it kills me to say this, but I think I failed her. Couldn’t protect her. Made her feel like she couldn’t be honest with me. Something happened and she didn’t tell me about it, worse even, she wanted to keep it a secret from me… I don’t know what that means, I really could need your advice now, Dad.

"He talked to Danny Ric and then he ran away! Where is he!" I was nervous, even more so when I tried to call Charles, but saw his phone on the sofa of the booth he and Daniel were sitting, before he ran away.

"Where is Danny Ric now?" Shima asked and looked around.

"He left with Max a couple of minutes ago. He was really drunk." Joris said and I groaned.

"What the fuck happened?!" I looked around, still hoping Charles would just come up the 3 stairs and all would be good "I need to find him!"

"And how do you want to find him?" Joris asked and I sighed.

"I look everywhere where he could be, at home, his yacht, his mum’s place?" I was desperate.

"Okay, let’s go." he said and grabbed my hand.

"Text us when you find him!" Riccardo said I hugged him and Marta goodbye.

"I will." I smiled a little and together with Shima and Joris I left.

I walked back the dock and Shima and Joris looked at me, hopefully. I shook my head and Shima sighed.

"Where else could he be? At your place?" Shima asked and I shook my head.

"He doesn’t have a key yet…" I whispered leaning against the car, the cold wind made me shiver, after I forgot my jacket in the club. Joris looking apologetic at me, after he gave Shima his jacket already.

"Let’s get inside the car and think. You’ll freeze to death and Charles would burry me alive for that…" he opened the door for me to get in when it hit me.

"How could I be so stupid? Of course…" I smacked my palm against my forehead "I think I know where he is." I mumbled and Joris looked up.

"Yeah? Alright! Then let’s go."

I looked back at Shima and Joris and nodded slowly, swallowing hard against the lump in my throat. I pushed open the gate and took a few hesitant steps at first. He’ll be here. I could feel it.

"Charles?" I whispered and he didn’t move, but I saw how his shoulders, his whole back tensed up and knew that he heard me. I walked up to him, putting a hand on his shoulder "What are you doing here?"

"I needed some advice." his voice was hoarse, strained with pain "When I don’t know what to do anymore, when I feel like I lost control, I come here and talk to him." he straightened his back, still not turning around.

"You know that you can also talk to me?" I whispered and he scoffed.

"Really? Can I?" he said, turning a little, looking up at me, his eyes glossy but cold "So when I ask you what happened in Silverstone, would you tell me the truth? Or would you keep on lying?"

I took my hand off of his shoulder, taking a step back. His voice was cold, laced with anger. He didn’t break eye contact, kept on staring at me, waiting for an answer. An answer I wasn’t ready to give. Or rather, I wasn’t prepared to give.

"Silence. That’s what I thought." he got up, taking a step in my direction and for some reason I took one back. Charles stopped immediately, looking at me with wide eyes.

"I’m sorry." I whispered, Charles expression unreadable.

"What happened in Silverstone, Lizzie." he repeated and I looked down.

"I- I can’t…" I choked out, my throat felt tight, making it difficult to swallow. My eyes stung with fresh tears. And I felt myself starting to shake a little.

"Lizzie, please… I need to hear it from you… and not the half version from Daniel, imagining the worst…" Charles took another step closer, his words pleading.

"He shouldn’t even… it’s just that… I- I don’t…" my voice started to crack, seeing the stress and fear in Charles eyes, made me feel even worse.

"I tell you what I know. I know that when I came to pick you up, you had this look in your eyes, like you were lost, the light was almost gone, I thought it was because of Hans, what I know is that I heard you scream out in pain in your driver room and when I rushed in you had a panic attack, you almost couldn’t breathe and told me it was because you dropped your trophy, what I know is that that bruise on your hip looked horrible, and I really don’t know how I could be so fucking stupid believing your story that you bumped into the table. What I know is that you had a heavily bruised jaw and wrist and were hiding it from me, then blaming Liam and Benji for it. What I know is that after Silverstone you always looked around like you would search for someone, I’m not even sure that you noticed that yourself. What I know now is that a guy grabbed you and Daniel and Charlotte helped you cover it up. Connecting the dots, I know now that you were frantically looking around, scared to see the face of the guy who attacked you and…"

"Stop." my voice was thin, throat aching, constricting my neck even more. I bit my lips to keep them from trembling, hot tears threatening to slip out the more I tried to blink them away.

"What happened Lizzie?" Charles cupped my cheeks making me look up at him "Please Lizzie, please let me help you and tell me the truth, do you know who it was?!"

I closed my eyes, Salva Diaz’ words burning inside my head. The anonymous letter with the business card. Tick Tock. Your time is ticking. I’m running out of patience. The comment underneath the post. What a sweet family they all are! you can only wish them health and happiness. Him being in Suzuka, crossing the line yet again just to get punched by Charles. I took a deep breath. Gathering myself. Opening my eyes.

"I don’t know who it was. It happened so fast." another lie, added to the pile of the ones I already told because of Diaz.

"Lizzie…" Charles began but I shook my head.

"I’ll tell you everything, everything that happened." I said and he nodded, leading me to the little bench where we sat down. I took another deep breath and lied. Again. Telling a story of a drunk guy, who didn’t want to accept a girl driving in F1. A drunk guy, who I maybe or maybe not would recognise in a sea of faces surrounding me. The whole time I kept looking down on my hands. Charles didn’t interrupt me once. When I finished we sat there in silence.

"I’m- I’m sorry." I sobbed, hating myself with every breath I took more and more.

"Don’t apologise…" Charles whispered, taking my hand in his, pulling me into him, kissing my temple.

"I just… I didn’t want to tell you… you already had enough on your plate with Ferrari and- and I know you. You wouldn’t let this just slip. You would try to find out who that guy was. You would be out for his blood and I just- I didn’t want you to do something stupid…" I whispered, at least now I was telling the truth.

"You’re right… now that I know that… I am out for his blood and when I’ll find him, he…" Charles began but I shook my head.

"See! That’s exactly why I didn’t tell you! Charles, look at me, please. You have to promise me, no, really! You have to promise me to not do anything stupid! Charles please! The only reason why I told you all this was because I wanted to be honest with you! So please, please don’t do anything stupid!" I pleaded, swallowing down the bile that rose up as soon as I took the word honest in my mouth.

Charles looked at me, his eyes studying my face and I knew that he tried to read me, figure out if I told him the whole truth and I knew I had to convince him. I tried to look as desperate as I could, scared even, to mask the nervousness his mustering gaze made me feel. He nodded slowly and I let out a breath, I didn’t know I was holding in.

"Okay. I won’t do anything stupid. I promise." he hugged me closer, kissing the side of my head "But you have to promise me something in return."

"Anything." I said immediately and Charles gently tilted my head up, looking me deep in the eyes.

"Promise me, no more lies. No more secrets."

I swallowed hard, feeling my lungs deflating.

"I promise." I lied breathlessly, hugging him, burying my face in the crook of his neck. Blinking tears away. One more lie. But this one, heavier than all the other ones combined.

Chapter 26 - a looot to unpack here. Japan last year was a shitshow, I had to bring it up. Seems like they both can’t catch a break. Last chapter for 2023 ✔️ but I can tell you, we’ll start the New Year off with a BANG 👀

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[milkiepie]

prom - kita shinsuke

the tapping sound from my pen clearly surrounds the room. i'm nervously, anxiously, and angrily tapping the pen on my table. the situation even gets worse when he sits in front of me.

"look we could figure it out together—" i didn't give him a chance to finish his sentences.

"no, there is no 'we'. she's my patient so butt off"

he sighed loudly. shakes his head in disbelief.

"come on Y/N, don't make this kind of attitude right now. we're working together, she's my patient too. we need to work together to save her life" he explain, take a deep breath and continue.

"i promise you, we can save her. just give it some time for us to think about how to solve it. i promise—" i cutted his words again.

"promise? like how you promised me 7 years ago to take me to our last high school prom?"

he frowned. he didn't understand why i suddenly brought up this topic while we had another big case. i breath in deeply and let it out slowly.

"you know what, nevermind. let's proceed to Yuki's surgery. from what we got from the er just now, shows that her back of the head scattered badly from the accident. we need to set up a proper surgery to close the wound and need more blood for her." i explained.

Kita Shinsuke didn't say a word after what i said to him as he understood we needed to focus on our case immediately. Kita nods and writes down things that we both discuss. during the discussion, there are also a few nurses that will help us with Yuki's surgery.

after hours of the surgery process—

i left the surgery room and went straight away to the counter for the patient's update. i'm grateful that we successfully saved someone's life.

after everything is settled, i walk off to my room and pack all my stuff to go home. my shift is already finished hours ago but because of the emergency case, i need to stay for a while.

once i walk out of my room, a tall figure not far from here standing still and his eyes lock in to my room. i ignore him and walk quickly. i need to get out before anything happens between us.

"Y/N! wait! Y/N!" he called my name several times and i tried my best to ignore him.

eventually i gave up.

"what?"

"our discussion has not finished yet. i don't get it. why? why now after 7 years?" he asked genuinely curious.

i sighed. "we better not talk here."

we both now walk side by side quietly at the hospital park. it's been 3 minutes of our walk, none of us let out a single word. a sighed let out from Kita's mouth.

"speak Y/N"

"you wanna know why now after 7 years? i'm the one who should i ask you why."

"what do you mean?"

"you left me Shinsuke. you promised me to go to the prom together. i waited for you in front of my house for hours. i called you so many times. when i was at school the next day you were not there. where have you been Shinsuke?" tears started to fill my eyes as the flashback flashed through my mind.

"the next thing i know we lost contact and you were gone without saying goodbye. i don't know where you are and where to find you. it hurts me a lot Shinsuke. i bought the dress just for you to call me with those pretty compliments. i was about to tell you how i feel about you but you were not there" the tears drop off from my eyes.

Kita's dull brown eyes look at me deeply. the eyes that i miss so much but hurt to look at it.

"and 5 years later you suddenly appeared in my life back at the medschool, we even have the same intern place and now we're working in the same hospital. that hurt me a lot after my heart had healed. because these feelings keep flying around my body and it can't stop." that's my last call.

"where do you go Shinsuke? why...?" i cry. i let out the painful feeling that i kept in front of him.

Kita hugged me tightly. the feel of his warm embrace made my tears fall down even more, because i do remember how his last hug felt.

"i'm sorry Y/N..." he said quietly.

"i wanted to tell you the same thing that you thought that night. but i was a fool to think about it. i don't deserve such a girl like you. you're everything that a man would want... and i heard your conversation with Atsumu about love. he liked you and the way you look up to him makes me feel that i don't deserve you. i'm scared if that night he would confess to you in front of everyone so ran away."

he paused for a while.

"but this feeling of wanting you more than just a friend, the needy feeling, the passion feeling, the love won't stop since then. i want you Y/N. i want to hear you voice, i want to touch you, i want to be near you but i'm just a guy who is lack of something...? i feel so incomplete for some reason you need someone who is complete in everything."

i break the hug and look at him with teary eyes. i slapped his cheek hard and his face looks shocked. he rubs slowly his cheek.

"that was dumb! that was dumb of you to leave me because you were insecure. i rejected Atsumu after the confession because i like you Shinsuke" i explained

"you do..?like really really do?"

"yes."

a smile appears on Kita's face, both of his cheeks turn red and his hands immediately grab my hands.

"does the feeling still exist now?" he asked.

i nod, sheepishly smile. i do like him, i love him up until now. the move on phase took me years to heal and accept the fact he won't come back but the feeling is still here.

"it will be even more great if the feelings are mutual"

as he said, he slowly came close to my face to lean for a kiss. a soft yet romantic kiss from Kita Shinsuke declared our relationship as more than just a friend.

"i love you, Y/N".

[emsprovisions]

GM request prompt: sharing clothes in a totally friendly way

(optional, for additional humor) opportunity to put gus in a situation where he wears matt’s stupid ripped-sleeves shirt that has his name printed on it

thanks :)

HEY YOU'RE FUCKING INSANE OH MY GOD /pos friends to lovers prompts

They weren't supposed to get caught in the boiling rain. The weather hadn't called for it, but when had weather on the Boiling Isles ever been consistent?

Matt's house was closer, so using a large leaf and darting under the cover of trees in the forest, the boys made a run for it from the Graveyard.

After arriving with minor damages, Gus pulled out his scroll to let his dad know where he was.

"Hey, Matt?" Gus called, cupping his hand over the bottom of his scroll. "My dad said it's supposed to storm all night. He wants me to stay over if your parents don't mind."

Matt shrugged. "Sounds good. I'll let them know."

After clearing it with all parents, Matt gestured for Gus to follow him up to his room. Matt cleared some junk off his bed–a few sweatshirts and books–to make room for Gus.

"I'm filthy and sweaty from working today. I should probably shower fir–oh right," Gus realized. "I don't have any clothes."

He didn't have any of his usual amenities, actually, of which Matt knew Gus always brought plenty to sleepovers. Gus usually only stayed a night but it always felt like he had packed for a month. There'd be shower gels, and lotions. Multiple pairs of underwear? It was a miracle if Matt remembered his toothbrush when he slept over at Gus's.

"It's alright, you can borrow something of mine."

Matt went to his dresser and dug through it, sniffing various shirts and sweats for signs of cleanliness. When he'd found stuff that passed inspection, he tossed it over his shoulder to Gus.

"Thanks man!" Gus called before disappearing into Matt's bathroom, the lock clicking behind him.

Matt pulled his own soiled shirt over his head and stripped to his boxers, before pulling on a random pair of sweats from off the ground. He swiped on some deodorant and sprayed some icks body spray on himself and decided he was clean enough for now. He dropped into his desk chair, throwing a leg up on the desk as he grabbed his game controller and booted up his crystal ball.

Gus emerged from the bathroom fifteen minutes later, steam following him out.

Matt glanced up and then back at his game.

And then he nearly fell out of his chair.

He'd just realized he'd given Gus his ratty old t-shirt Steve had made him. The sleeves were ripped because he wore it to job sites. Matt's name was emblazoned across the chest in red–Steve's signature. It stretched a little tightly across Gus's chest, well-fitted because he was a bit more broad than Matt was.

He gulped. Gus's arms looked really good in those ripped sleeves. Why the hell was he thinking about Gus's arms?

Gus, Matt realized, was also staring. He'd just realized he'd never put on a shirt.

"Shit," Matt swore, scrambling to find a shirt nearby. "Didn't mean to give you a peep show of my tits."

"I guess I'm kinda giving you one too, huh?" Gus laughed, gesturing at the tight shirt.

Matt felt his face grow hot. "Mhmm. Yeah. Dinner? You hungry? I'm hungry. Dinner?"

Gus slung a playful arm around Matt's shoulder with a devilish grin. "Thanks for the clothes, Matty."

[icedmetaltea]

.

I'm supposed to go back to my apartment tomorrow... or at least start, it's a 9 hour drive. Considering I can't go 30 mins in a car without a panic attack, I'm guessing I'll have at least 5 a day, and considering even one is traumatizing enough??? I'm gonna fucking die I swear to god

There's still so much to do, so much to pack, so much to clean, dishes to wash, laundry to do... I've barely eaten today and I didn't even notice till now. My stomach hurts but I'm not hungry, couldn't dream of eating rn

I've had this awful choking, lump-in-throat feeling come throughout the day, got really bad this past hour, just been laying in bed trying to not swallow cause whenever I do that makes it worse. I keep coughing, trying to get it out, but nothing helps... I know it's gotta be anxiety but in the back of my brain I'm worried it's asthma, like I've had mild asthma this whole time and just didn't know it and I'm just lucky I haven't died yet

Sure feels like I'll suffocate. People liken it to breathing through a straw and yep I've sure felt that a lot. I also noticed it gets worse when I use perfume so that leads me to think it could be that more...

Nothing is helping today. I've tried staying distracted by playing games but no, ofc it's 70 degrees... is that normal in march?? I don't even know anymore. It's supposed to get to 80 on thursday. My only hope is that the conditioner my parents are lending me will work better than the shitty window fan in literally one room in my apartment.

I don't want to go back there. Realistically I know I have to, I still have a lot of stuff I'd need to throw out before I could move, and if I did move... where?? There's nowhere to go. I could move to an apartment in the state my parents are moving to but they're in the process of moving in and it could take like half a year or longer for them to fully move in, and even then I don't know if they plan to stay there or only go there in a specific season.

My sister isn't that far from the apartment, maybe 20 mins ish, but she works and I don't know her schedule, plus she has kids and will probably not be available most of the time if I have a bad panic attack or there's some kind of emergency

Everything is just so fucked right now. The economy is in shambles, women's rights are getting stripped away more and more every day, we're on the brink of like multiple wars and I'm just trying to get through my last semester and don't know if I can due to all this shit plus my dyscalculia

Even if I do... what then?? I don't have a plan for my future. I would never make it as a therapist. I would never make it as any of my other dream jobs through the years. The only thing I can think of is some computer science job but my eyes cross when trying to do that, I'm the opposite of logic-minded, I really just have no skills or passions or anything to set me apart

And my blood pressure keeps getting high for some reason. I know it's probably the anxiety but what the fuck am I supposed to do about that??? I tried therapy for half a year and it didn't help, might've made it worse bc she kept saying I should just give up and go on disability (which as we know would probably just lead to poverty) I can't get on meds because the ones I've tried make me suicidal (er) and I've tried healthy eating + exercising as much as I can considering I can't do anything more than walking and guess what??? I still have anxiety

I just want to live with my parents forever but even if I did, they're still going to die someday. Everyone I love is going to die and I'm going to be alone and/or abandoned again and again and again. It's be just like danny all over again.

Like genuinely what am I even alive for?? People always say it gets better and sure it does... for a while. Then I end up back at rock bottom. And I always will. Because I'm a failure

[tsunamiscale]

I haven't had time to incorporate the stuff from the snapshot yet , but figured now would be a good time to post my take on the minecraft lore! I've always favored a more tragic story, so here we go

There once was a race of builders, of people, of scientists and explorers and mages. They kept up relations with the Piglins of the nether and built wonderous temples of stone to worship their gods. After all, they had all the time in the world

And suddenly the didn't.

The magic that powered their tools wasn't as strong, crops didn't grow as fast. The monsters that had always been around started showing up in greater numbers. The rumors came next. A disaster of epic proportions, the kind that causes extinction events. Disease and destruction. The civilization didn't panic though, not yet. They sent out sailors first, outfitted with some basic rations, paper to record their journeys, and a bit of treasure in case of emergencies. Those ships never made it far as seas were rougher than they should have been. The coastal settlements started noticing the water rising more and more each day. They took everything of value and ran. Some managed to make it to other villages, but most didn't. When word reached the inland settlements they started to panic just a bit. The world they had come to rely on was no longer friendly.

They tried settling in the nether next, building great fortresses in an attempt to withstand the hostility and heat. But the disaster affected that realm too. It took just one animal to bring a disease through and it ran through the realm in no time. Members of the once great civilization left in a hurry. They built portals wherever they could to return to their home realm, chased by the Piglins who they had brought disaster upon. They were running out of ideas at this point. Tensions were high, and time was rapidly counting down. Soon two factions arose. One would go to The End, the mythical dimension that only the bravest of warriors went. They would bring seeds, tools, armor. Enough to make a last stand and hold out, and maybe one day return to the sunlight

But it wasn't enough. There was no way to grow their seeds, and the denizens of the land did not want them there. No one knows how long they lasted, but they never saw sunlight again.

The other group knew they were only delaying the inevitable and so they prepared. They let loose their animals to give them a chance to survive. They packed up their music and books and everything left behind. The fighters and what remained of the sailors had already left so they took the best and brightest; the redstoners and builders. They decided to dig Deep underground, farther than they had ever gone, to where silence was key. The skulk wasn't as bad in those days, you see. The monster it summoned when threatened was passive enough as long as you didn't harm its charges. And appeasing it often made it leave faster. So they did what they did best, and built a fortress of stone hidden far away from the surface. They used every technique they could to blend in, hoping the disaster would pass them by. Hoping their neighbors would tolerate them. They used their precious wool to dampen the sound of walking, they built cold rooms to preserve as much food as possible. They built a great shrine to the protector, the Warden. Over time it accepted them, and protected them too. But even that wasn't enough. Disease and destruction inevitably found them. And as they fell, their skulk neighbors fed on what was left, as there was no sense in letting anything go to waste.

Time passed, long enough for the very land to shift. Long enough for an entirely new intelligent species to evolve. The villagers are doing remarkably well for a sentient species living amongst the ruins of a former world. In time, they may become masters of building and magic as well. But for now they are simple craftsmen and farmers, unaware of the true damage haunting their world. The Piglins, only just beginning to recover, their ancestral homes fallen to ruin as they struggled to survive. The End, full of buildings with no Builders to be seen. And the Deep, adamant to protect what remains of their friends from anything seeking to harm them. By any means necessary.

[maladaptive-day-dreams]

Chapter 1: The Bald Kid Across the Street

1.3k words Content warning: not a fun chapter (sorry in advance), neglect, background of a bad home life, horrible parents, fighting parents, physical discipline from parent (slap)

Authors Note: Tense switches from past tense to present after a lil background! I hope y'all enjoy this first part, next part will probably be up next Monday around the same time or earlier (maybe later this week tho if I'm feeling up to writing more). Please let me know if I missed any warnings!!

Tags: @and-claudia

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I’ve known Eddie Munson since the second half of eighth grade.

Mom and Dad packed us up and moved us to Hawkins the summer before eighth grade. I was okay with it, I didn’t have any friends in Florida anyway.

I can remember the first time I saw Eddie like it was yesterday.

We had quite literally just parked in front of our house at the trailer park and Mom and Dad were already screaming at each other. They got out of the car, completely forgetting about me in the backseat and the boxes that we stuffed in our minivan, slamming their doors and yelling at each other as they walked up to the door, unlocked it and made their ways inside. Mom slammed the door shut behind her but I could still hear the fight from the driveway.

“A great introduction to the neighborhood guys, thanks,” I mumbled to myself. I unbuckled my seatbelt and slid open the van door. Stretching my legs and looking around at the neighborhood I caught site of a shaved head across the way. He was already looking at me, I could sense a mix of pity and curiosity in his eyes. As soon as we made eye contact though, he smiled and waved. I sent a smile and wave back and started to unpack my stuff from the van.

That was the first day I saw Eddie Munson. We always exchanged smiles and waves but we kept to our own trailers. I didn’t actually meet him until halfway through eighth grade.

Uncle Wayne found me one night in December. I was sitting on the steps of the trailer using my backpack as a pillow when he nudged my shoe with is foot.

“Hey kiddo, whatcha doin out here in the cold? It’s 11 at night,” he said, voice laced with the concern of a father.

I shifted myself so I was sitting up and looked up at the nameless man from across the street. Yawning, I explained, “it’s my fault, I forgot my key before I left for school.”

He frowned, but only for a second, and then he held out a hand for me. “Come on sweetheart let’s get you warmed up. My name’s Wayne Munson, what’s yours?”

My hand was small in his, and cold against the warmth of his glove. “Y/N, nice to meet you Mr. Munson.”

He helped me up, grabbed my backpack and we walked across the street to his trailer—the same one as the kid with the buzz cut.

“Eddie, my boy, wake up a minute,” Wayne said after ushering me inside and onto the couch. Buzz Cut—now known as Eddie—walked out of a bedroom down the hall rubbing the sleep from his eyes.

He got to the edge of the kitchen counter before fully opening his eyes. We made eye contact and he shot me his signature smile and wave.

“Eddie this is Y/N, she’ll be staying with us tonight. Can you grab her a pair of your pajamas please?”

Eddie nodded his head and ran back to his bedroom. He emerged a few minutes later with a worn grey t-shirt and a pair of blue plaid flannel pants. “Here ya go,” he said with a yawn handing me the clothes.

“Bathroom’s just down the hall across from Eddie’s room, first door on the left. Why don’t you go get changed Y/N?” Wayne said with a soft smile. “I’ll get the couch set up for ya.”

I headed to the bathroom and changed into Eddie’s borrowed pjs. Before I made my way back out I listened to their muffled conversation.

“Why is she here tonight Uncle Wayne?”

“Grab me those blankets will ya boy,” there was some shuffling before he started up again. “I found her on the doorstep of her house, sleeping in the cold.”

“What? Where are her parents?”

“No idea. She said it was her fault because she forgot her key but no parent should leave a kid alone at night, whether or not they made a key for them.”

I stepped out of the bathroom and their conversation came to an abrupt halt. “Thank you for letting me stay the night Mr. Munson. Mom gets home around 3am from the diner so I won’t need the couch for too long.”

“Don’t worry about it hun, you can stay here till morning and borrow some of Eddie’s clothes for school alright?”

I felt bad but this was a kindness I wasn’t used to, so all I responded was, “ok.”

“Alright now come on over and get warm under the blankets. Eddie you can head back to bed, I’ll wake both of you up for school in the morning.”

* * *

Morning rolls around and my body wakes me up at 6am. Well, my body and Eddie trying not to make noise in the kitchen.

“Sorry,” he says after I sit up and stretch. “I didn’t mean to wake you up.”

“It’s okay,” I say with a yawn looking around. “Where’s your Uncle?”

Eddie looks sheepish and then points to the door. “He’s talking to your mom.”

“Shit,” I say and Eddie’s eyes blow wide. “Sorry sorry, I just-“

I don’t even finish what I’m saying before grabbing my backpack and clothes, throwing open the door and running across the street. I meet Wayne and Mom in the driveway and catch the end of what he was saying to her.

“It’s not right to leave your kid alone so late at night. You should at least make sure she gets inside,” he says sternly.

Mom shoots me a glare. “She knows to make sure she has her key when she catches the bus. I work the overnight shift at the diner so I’m gone when she’s done school and don’t get back until late and then sleep in,” she says that through gritted teeth. “And her father is off on a business trip. She knowns better.”

Mr. Munson looks to me, I can see the same pity in his eyes that his nephew had  that first day in the park.

“Sorry Mom, it won’t happen again,” I say to her. I know I’ll probably get a whoopin’ before school despite my apology though. I turn to Wayne, “thank you, Mr. Munson, for letting me sleep on your couch last night. I promise it won’t happen again.”

Mom’s arms are crossed and her foot is tapping, I know that means her patience is at its end so I look to Mr. Munson with a pleading look. I think he understands because his face softens and he nods to me before heading back to his trailer.

Mom grabs me harshly by the ear and drags me inside all the while yelling, “you ungrateful little shit. Making a stranger wake me up to discipline me like a child because of your mistake?!”

I feel my eyes watering and thank whatever gods are out there that we make it inside before she smacks me. My cheek is red and hot from her hand and I take a deep breath to stall my tears.

“You better not forget your key again. You hear me?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Good. Now go get changed and get to school. I’m going back to bed.”

As soon as she’s in her room, I run to mine and close the door. The tears start falling and I lay face down on the bed to cry for a moment. But I’m only allowed a moment, so I steel my nerves and get up to get ready for school.

Eddie smiles and pats the seat next to him on the bus, but the smile shifts to a questioning glance as I pass him for the last row. I known my cheek is red and my eyes are puffy and I don’t want to explain how my parents always let me know I’m a mistake and that they didn’t want me. That’s not a great way to start a friendship, if there’s even a possibility to have one now.

[takeeachdayonebookatatime]

Castle fanfiction

Why did you elbow me? 72

Out of breath

Dr Kenny: pov As i walk into the exam room i can tell Kate is having a bad coughing fit, I ask her husband Rick about her heart condition he says it is arrhythmia, Kate was shot on the left side of her chest which caused her to flat line in the ambulance. The bullet nicked her left inferior pulmonary vein causing Tension pneumothorax on her left side requiring a chest tube. It Caused her pericardium to distend compressing her heart.The Bullet grazed her ventricle causing Kate to bleed into her heart causing a cardiac tampon resulting in vfib/flat line causing her to go into cardiac arrest during emergency thoracotomy surgery on her heart. Kate uses an ampstrip to monitor her heart rate. I listen to her heart and lungs. I can tell her coughing is causing her pain and making it harder for her to breathe. She is rubbing her chest since it's bothering her. The hospital had called her cardiologist Dr Burkett to keep him informed. A Dr Livingston who is a cardiologist in this hospital is coming to check on Kate and run some heart tests on her to make sure this is not a heart attack.

Kate: pov all of these wires are getting in my way Dr Livingston is doing a heart ultrasound and an EKG on me. In the exam room he squirts the very cold gel on my chest and moves the wand around. He says he sees some swelling but no signs of a heart attack He says the Echocardiogram looks good, which is fantastic. It means i'm not having a major heart issue next he hooks me up to an EKG. Dr Livingston says the EKG shows my heart rate is elevated. Dr Kenny gives me cough and pain meds on top of the respiratory virus ones. He also schedules me for an X-ray and MRI to see if he can see what is going on. The machine For the MRI and X-ray is so loud and claustrophobic. Once I'm settled in my room on the cardiac ward, Castle calls the boys to tell them he had to call 911 because I was having chest pain. He says I was just admitted to the hospital. I can hear Ryan ask if it's contagious, the virus because he knows Jenny would love to visit.

Castle: pov A nurse comes in the room so I tell Ryan I have to go. Turns out Jenny has off today for an obgyn appointment which was this morning. Ryan says she is stopping by around lunch. Dr Livingston comes in her room with the results of her scans he says it's a pulled muscle from coughing and to put ice on it.

Jenny: pov in the cardiac ward, I go up to the nurse station and ask the lady what room Kate is in she gives me the number . Once in her room I put the flowers down, Kate looks ruff. Castle says the respiratory virus is clearing up okay, it's the cough they are worried about. All of a sudden Kate starts having a coughing episode, the pain is written all over her face, Castleis holding an ice pack to her chest.

Kate: pov my chest is killing me who knew coughing could hurt so much. A nurse comes in and gives me a nebulizer treatment. Castle called my dad this morning. He will be coming by tonight or tomorrow. Alexis was nice enough before class to stop by and drop off some stuff for me. Jenny is telling me how her appointment went.

Castle: pov one of the nurses is the same one from last time, i ask if it's possible to bring down a rocking chair again. It might help calm her down, she says sure, i make sure to go to the bathroom first. Once I'm sitting down in the rocking chair with Kate lying across me, the nurse checks her oxygen mask to make sure it's on right, I put on a movie for us 3 to watch. It's a classic. Lanie should be coming home some time today. Dr Livingston comes in and checks her vitals he also injects some more pain meds and another med into her IV saying, this med should help slow her heart beat down so it does not have to struggle so much with the coughing. Esposito texts me that he and Ryan are stopping by on their lunch break. A few minutes later Kate is fast asleep on me, with her fuzzy blanket.

Esposito: pov the nurse at the recipient desk tells us which room Kate is in, it's so sad that she is back in the Er because she is sick, the lady said Kate is here because she had chest pain that is why she was brought in. On the cardiac ward the nurse mentions Kate is asleep, Ryan texts Jenny to see if she is still here, turns out she went to get food while Kate slept.

Ryan: pov me and Esposito agree we don't want to wake Kate, we find Jenny getting some food so we join her for a bit, she tells us how Kate is doing. I say goodbye to Jenny since she is going baby shopping. On the way back to Kate's room we hear coughing. Within seconds a Dr is in her room checking on her, Castle has Kate sitting up and is patting her back. Her Dr mentions she needs to eat something with her meds he suggests a fruit smoothie and if she eats it all she might be allowed out of bed.

Kate: pov Castle helps me back to bed, my tummy is bothering me, a nurse comes in with a fruit smoothie for me to drink, she tells me to take small sips because with the coughing I could choke, she temporarily switches me to nasal oxygen, the boys talk about how boring their day is going, once I'm finished with it she gives me my nebulizer treatment and some more pain pills.To be continued. …….

[grizzlyofthesea]

Uncertainty and Limbo

Now it's Leo's turn.

~

Underneath the streets of New York City, tension stirs. A battle is about to commence. The stakes are high. Only one victor may emerge, and they alone will lay claim to glory.

It's game night.

Leonardo sits in the lair's common area with Raphael, April, and Donatello as they wait for the final two participants to arrive. They had organized this event so April could properly meet Regiomontanus, a new turtle mutant the brothers encountered two weeks prior. Gio has been visiting the lair frequently to partake in experiments with Donnie; even though they end up spending the majority of their time in Donnie's lab, they still interact with the others with some recurrence. Truth be told, though, Leo isn't the biggest fan of them. He actually happens to be stewing about it right now.

I just don't get it, the red-eared slider ponders. I mean, yeah, it's a given that Mr. Science loves them--new mutant, loads of new experiments--but enough to consider them a new sibling? I get Mikey doing that. He's always been a little mushy like that. But DONNIE? Why does he trust them so much?! Even Raph doesn't really seem suspicious of them! They just show up out of the blue, and in like a week, everyone's all over them! This can't end well. He inhales to clear his mind, then continues his train of thought. Look, I'll give them a chance with game night. That's the least I can do. But I just don't know if I can really be all buddy-buddy with them like everyone else seems to be.

As if on cue, Michelangelo runs into the room, dragging Gio along by the wrist. Nestled in the sea turtle's arms are a clumsy stack of seven boxes, presumably home to board games. The two stop, and an out-of-breath Gio immediately collapses onto the floor.

"Never...do that...again..." they manage to wheeze between breaths.

"Aww, c'mon, Gio," Mikey groans as he places his hands on his hips. "I think you just need to get more exercise."

"Yeah... I know..." They sit up after a moment, then carefully organize their boxes into a neat tower. Immediately intrigued, Donnie proceeds to examine this tower.

"Hmm... Pandemic, and Villainous. Lots of Villainous. You must really like that one."

"Yeah. I...I do. I think I have enough expansion packs for us to hypothetically play with twenty-one players," Gio responds with a slightly sheepish grin.

"...Good Galileo, that's enough for us and our rogues gallery of villains, with players to spare."

"I'm sorry, your what?"

"...Ah, shell."

Raph takes this opportunity to interject. "Donnie, language. What he means, Gio, is...um... There...are a lot of people who have it out for us. Yeah. And even though they can be awful to us, we're always able to put them in their place--just like superheroes and villains."

"O...kaaaaaay...?"

"Yeah. So don't worry about it." The snapping turtle gives a thumbs-up and a toothy grin for emphasis.

A moment of awkward silence passes, which Gio breaks with equal awkwardness. "So... Uh... What are we gonna play first, anyway? I know I brought lots of stuff, but we don't only have to play my games. What do you guys have?"

"Actually," Leo replies, "I'm kind of interested in this Pandemic game you've got. What do you guys think?"

The others agree with varying levels of enthusiasm. Gio smiles. "Well, then, it's settled. I'll start setting everything up...but I might need help shuffling the cards. I'm kind of garbage at it."

"I'll help with that," says April. "I mean, having five fingers instead of three is probably good for this kind of thing."

"Yeah, that's true... Thanks."

Five minutes pass, and the board is prepared. All that's left is for the players to pick their roles. Gio mixes around the seven role cards, gathers them into one pile, and passes them leftward to Raph. The cards then go to April, then Donnie, then Mikey, then Leo, and finally back to Gio.

"Huh. Researcher. This should be interesting," Raph remarks.

"Alright, Dispatcher! I was made for this kind of role!" April exclaims.

Donnie smirks haughtily. "Scientist. How could it be anything else?"

"Ooh, Medic!" Mikey gasps as he realizes, "And the little piece is orange!!!"

Leo can't help but snark, "Quarantine Specialist? So I just yell at people to stay inside?"

"Gah, Contingency Planner... I'll...do my best, I guess," Gio says with resignation. "Alright, let's see who has the highest population on one of their city cards, and then we can begin."

The game begins smoothly, but tension bubbles to the surface as the group races to cure the fictional diseases plaguing the board. By the time three of the diseases have been cured, an argument is underway.

"No, Leo, you don't understand," Gio moans as they press their fingers to their temples. "If you don't stay there, then there's going to be a chain outbreak between Kinshasa and Khartoum, and then we all lose." "Okay, but if I do stay here," Leo counters, "then we aren't going to cure Yellow in time, and then we all lose. Why didn't you grab that Silent Night card on your last turn? We wouldn't be in this mess if you'd just done that!"

"Because I can only do that once for each event card! Once we use it again, it's completely out of the game!"

"Well, gee, I didn't know that! You don't need to yell at me!"

"Well, you don't need to yell at me!"

"Uh, guys--" Mikey tries to interrupt. Unfortunately, his attempt falls on deaf ears.

"Uh, yeah, I do," Leo retorts as he clenches his fists, "because you haven't listened to a single one of my suggestions this entire game!!"

"The point of the game is to listen to everyone's ideas!"

"Well, it sure seems like you're the one calling all the shots!"

"Only with everyone's agreement!"

"Not mine."

"...What? Weren't you on board with a lot of those plans--?!"

"I'm not just talking about the game here. I may not have said anything about it back then, but I never agreed to 'adopt' you. I never agreed to let you so close to our inner circle. I never agreed to be ordered around by you. And I may have encouraged you to change your name, but Gio? Really? Did your nickname have to rhyme with mine?"

Gio, taken aback, struggles to respond. "I...didn't.... I didn't know you...you...felt that way..."

"Well, I do. Mikey should've at least asked me how I felt about the whole thing. People have acted nice to us in the past, only to turn out to be dangerous. If you were--if you are--like them, I wouldn't know what to do with myself. I'd feel so, so guilty about letting someone like that get close to my brothers. I don't care what kind of interrogation Donnie might have given you; I can't take any chances. I need to know what you're really like, and what you really want from us."

At this point, the entire group has gone completely silent. All eyes are on Gio.

"...I feel like...no matter what I say, you won't believe me. And I get it. I've only been around for a couple weeks, and if those people are really as dangerous as you're making them out to be, then yeah. You've got every right to be suspicious. But I promise that all I really want is to be your friend. I think the whole 'adoption' thing is a nice gesture, but if you don't think of me as a sibling, that's okay. I...I get it." Gio, despite clearly being disappointed and hurt, does their best to maintain their composure.

Leo's expression softens slightly, and he sighs. "I won't stop the others from 'adopting' you. Heck, I may even get on board with it someday. Just don't push it, okay?"

Gio nods.

With renewed determination, Leo returns to the table. "Alright, then let's get back to this game and figure out what we're gonna do about Yellow."

"You guys go on," Gio says. "I need a minute." The sea turtle gives a thin smile, then quickly walks out of the room.

Leo grimaces, hiding his face in his hands. Great. You really beefed this one, he can't help but think. Maybe I should go talk it out with them some more.

He looks back up, only to find that Raph has already beaten him to the punch.

[auclogistics]

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When it’s time to move, you’re trusting your stuff with folks you barely know. Keep yourself safe by spotting red flags & getting advice from friends and neighbors. Ask lots of questions to uncover hidden moving charges.

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Before you dive into packing, gather all the packing materials. Boxes, tapes, bubble wraps, labels, markers–get them all ready beforehand. This will make sure your packing goes smoothly & safely. 

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Packing can get tricky; it's really important to do it carefully to keep your items safe. Try packing one room at a time. This way, you won't forget anything! Clearly label each box so it's easy to identify what’s inside and where it goes when you unpack. 

Handle delicate stuff with care by adding cushions or padding–this keeps them snug and safe during the move. It might seem like a small thing, but trust me, proper labeling can save you tons of time and effort later on. If boxes aren’t labeled well, finding essentials like towels, bed sheets or utensils will be a headache.

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As the date of your journey sneaks up, it's time to get those last-minute confirmation calls done. Seriously, this is super important. When you're moving without contacting packers and movers near me, all the responsibility falls on you. 

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[nathank77]

4/19/24

8:30 p.m

So I was going to do my laundry, my bedding/the remainder of my clothes (my new socks and boxers) I still have boxers left not new socks. My mother did the laundry and there wasn't enough Bleach left so I couldn't do it cause I Bleach the washer before I wash my clothes everytime. I still have some of my new boxers to wear for a few days and my older socks for tomorrow.

I bought Bleach that I hid from my mother cause ever since I started buying Detergent she doesn't share anymore. And it's costing me an arm and leg. It was supposed to be for emergencies. I'm going to do my bedding either Sunday or Monday and I'll live without my Nike socks.

I can't wait until my new clothes get here so I don't have this issue anymore.

I got gas, put in my xanax refill. And I am picking that up tomorrow before I go to the mall. I'll grab the Xanax and stop home and put it away and then head out.

I'm hoping I'll get there by 5 pm. However it could be around 5:30 or 5:45. Either way I'll be there and I'm still using that awesome entrance that's going to make dieting fucking hard lol pizza and taco bell come on lol but I like the entrance I always did. I'm familiar with it.

I'm going to hold off on bringing that box upstairs, I'm going to get another box when I get my kohls purchase and I can do some of my laundry from that dirty draw and move it into my closet at the right time. So some of my junk in my hoarder attic is actually organized cause despite the amount of junk..... there is so much stuff up there that is useful but I don't have boxes to pack it away in. Right now my priority is at least making sure the stuff that moves from my room to the attic is packed away in an organized fashion so when I go through my stuff, this stuff can get put in the done pile without having to be opened or altered.

Anyways, all I got to do is brush my teeth after my second meal and then shower. I'm going to shave my head and face with a razor. I want to make sure my head isn't a porcupine just incase, and I get a week before I end up having to buzz it down again so that makes it ideal. Beyond that, it's so short right now shaving it is easy. My mustache is slightly coming back and I want to look nice tomorrow. I never go out, I can't control if my clothes are ratty, but I can make sure my face and head look clean and I smell nice.

I'm scared to take a shower late tonight bc I've had potentially panic attacks two times out of the shower- I'm not trying to develop panic disorder so I'll do it anyways but yea....

If I shower now I'll feel smelly for tomorrow bc I can't shower before the mall bc of my circadian rhythm. Also my sister and her stupid gf drain ever drop of hot water from the house taking showers around this time. If I have palpitations again I'm staying home. Tbh I can't afford to keep going to the er...it's fucking up my circadian rhythm and I'm sick of being poked and prodded for the same thing, PVCs.

Anyways, I guess now I'm going to play video games? Idk.. I feel like I need to stay busy. Maybe I'll masterbate, thats something I don't make as much time for anymore.

Psychosis makes me overcompenstate, proving I don't have shizo-anything by making me feel like I should always be productive and if I'm not I should be staring blankly at the TV...

So I guess I'll try to game and get some recordable gameplay maybe.

I really need to smoke weed again... I feel like I'm committing a crime by just turning on a video game. I feel like I should go through my clothes or do laundry or do something productive. I also don't want to hallucinate or deal with video game ocd either though.

I got my disability appt scheduled for May 17th...the same week as my insomnia appt.. and I got to do my bloodwork for my thyroid around that time next month.... STRESSFUL. I'm going to try to reschedule my insomnia appt sooner cause she wants to see me every month.... and it's already scheduled out a month and a half later and the receptionist was like it has to be this week or sooner. So maybe I'll just take a 1MG on that day and the day of my disability appt.. so I'll have to take a 1MG the 14th and the 17th of May to make those appts.

And I called the cardiologist... they are going to see if they can move me up... they will call me Monday. They see the new er visit..

Now I'm worried if I shower late at night I'll get a panic attack/ heart palpitations right after.. either way this time I'm not going to the er... the Dr was like I can't admit you for pvcs. They aren't a good sign but they aren't serious enough to be seen urgently. So yea and it's going to turn into panic disorder if I don't shower at night..

My trans channel has been popping for only one video only God knows why?

I realize without my glasses even though I was hot in that video I look and sound like a geek/nerd anyways but I'm adorable. Although idk why everyone is watching it atm.