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kopilot-pop · 9 months

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[New Jeans x Bodyguard!Fem!Reader]

- imagine.

Summary: You have been a bodyguard for several celebrities for some time now. Due to your job being quite dangerous, it’s easy for your girlfriend to worry from time to time. So, what will happen when one day she gets a call from the hospital saying you were taken to the ER after a crazy fan attacked you…

Warnings: blood/injuries, hospital(?), slight angst, fluff, crazy fans, stronk y/n, Danielle kinda cries, etc.

a/n: This is mostly a fluff imagine so don’t get scared by the tags, lmao. You’re not a personal bodyguard for NJ, just a normal, for-hire person working with a security team. Oh, and for Hyein I wrote it as like an ‘best friend’ reader.

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KIM MINJI

She got the call during dance practice, so everybody learned what was going on.

Due to a very nosey Hanni (and the fact that you were friends with everybody) she told them you were in the ER and that she had to leave early.

Probably the calmest out of everybody.

“Calm down Dani! It’s MY girlfriend, why are YOU crying???”

But she was probably the most panicked on the inside.

The moment her manager dropped her off, she quite literally zoomed to find you.

Stayed with you the whole time until you woke up.

Thankfully no serious damage, but she was probably really concerned after you were cleared to go home.

“You should stay a few days more… y’know… just in case…” >> says this like every minute you were packing things up to go home

Begged the company to let her stay at your house for a while… (she did contemplate bringing you to the dorm, but the first scenario that popped into her head was the girls pouncing on you with questions and your stitches ripping open so..)

so fucking gentle

cleaned your stitched wound (crazy fan threw something at you- turned out it was a broken shard of something, you have no idea why the bitch even had that) and changed your gauze every day.

she’s very strict about your care tho

that apprently means you can’t hug your girlfriend until you take the stitches out :D

“I’M FINE MINJI! JUST GIVE ME A GODDAMN HUG-”

“NO!”

“MY LIPS ARE FINE- I WAS JUST STABBED IN THE BACK NOT THE FACE! JUST GIVE ME A KISS WOMAN”

“SIT DOWN!”

Don’t worry tho. You’re still stronger even when injured, so you just trapped her in a cuddle. (c’mon, you’re a guard for a reason)

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Pham Hanni

She was just lying around at your house when she got a call from one of your friends.

Poor girl was so confused because your friend was rambling, but the moment she understood that you were in the ER, she ran to the hospital.

Apparently some crazy man was trying to get close to the actress you were assigned to protect, and threw boiling hot coffee at you for blocking his view.

Your whole (bodyguard)team of grown men struggled to stop Hanni from going to the police station to beat the psychopath’s ass.

They struggled until you finally woke up and told her to calm down.

Poor girl’s never leaving your side again.

several- and i mean SEVERAL kisses to the left side of your face (your right side is like.. blistering.. and shit…)

Very soft with you. I mean she was already an absolute sweetheart before you got burnt like a chicken nugget, but now she’s so SOFT.

Kissing your scars, helping you put ointment on them… just the sweetest… goddammit this girl has your heart in a chokehold :(

“I look like shit.” “You look very pretty baby, so shut up.” (we love aggressive affection)

She also tried to put the ‘coffee man’ in a chokehold, but thankfully you caught her before she left for the police station.

Oh, and also she’s a great cook. That means she’s making meals for you everyday after work.

“Hanni… Sweetheart… Nobody chopped my arms off, I can cook..”

“Nope! You’re not allowed in the kitchen from now on!”

“…It’s my house…?”

She freaked out one time because you made coffee for her in the morning.

“Sweetheart… it’s was an electric pot… I’m not gonna die..”

She’s still unhappy about it, so expect her staring into your soul while sipping her latte.

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DANIELLE MARSH

An absolute mess - I can say that for sure.

You were supposed to be visiting Dani after escorting a popular solo artist to their company building. That meant it was an easy job, involving just you, another guard and the artist.

It was supposed to be a 20 minute walk

But apparently a crazed fan had different ideas..

mf ran up to the three of you, and managed to smash you against a brick wall.

You passed out immediately and the other guard managed to call the ambulance and take care of the situation.

Meanwhile, after hours of waiting Dani finally decided to call you. Only to have a nurse pick up the phone.

She ran toward the hospital ignoring her members worried looks.

Cries the moment she sees you on the hospital bed.

and like, I mean SOB-

She already has a soft heart, and thanks to you it was shattered :D (technically it’s the fan’s fault but whatever)

Doesn’t want to hurt you so she quietly holds your hand until you wake up.

Listens to the nurse explaining that you have a concussion with wide, teary eyes. (The nurse almost fell in love with your gf ngl)

She cries again when you wake up, and even with the concussion you automatically pull her into a hug.

“Wh…what… where am I… huh… DANI?! WHY ARE YOU CRYING-”

Please remind her that you’re okay like a 100 times - that’s the only way to calm her down.

Even weeks after being cleared to go, Dani still gently holds your head from time to time and checks if you’re alright.

She always knew your job had the dangers.

You were pushed around alot, and had bruises from time to time (Dani sees them whenever you’re getting changed)

But this was the first time (after dating) that you were taken to the hospital

So please reassure her everyday :(

Kisses are very effective too fyi

“I was just so worried… you had bandages on your head.. and.. and… there was blood.. and…”

“I know, I know. I’m so sorry baby..”

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KANG HAERIN

A very threatening (and worried) cat.

She was just practicing in the dance room when Minji barged in to tell her you were in the hospital

You were tasked to escort a problematic celebrity to a show (you had no choice) when a pissed off man decided to attack.

That resulted in you having a full on wrestling match with a dude. You won ofc, but because you were bleeding everywhere your captain took you to the ER just in case.

“You should call your girlfriend.”

“But-”

“Call your girlfriend.”

“I’m fine, sir…”

“Fine then. Since she’s in your emergency contacts I’ll be calling to let her know you were taken to the emergency roo-”

“FINE, fine…”

You’re probably kind of scared of her lmao

She doesn’t hate your job (she actually thinks it’s cool), but she always has this stare whenever you come home with a bruise or two.

She doesn’t say anything, but just… stares..

It makes you sweat so you always keep non-serious injuries a secret

So rather than Haerin, you decided to call your friend Minji

“Are you calling me because you’re scared Haerin’s gonna be pissed?”

“Glad you know.”

Haerin barges into your hospital booth after a few minutes.

She doesn’t saying anything but grabs your face and scrunches up when she sees all the cuts.

“I.. I can explain.”

“…”

“I was just doing my job! And… and this dude just… Please look at me..?”

She turns away and gives you the silent treatment for the whole week :D

Haerin is very protective over people she cares about (family, members, friends.. you…) so she absolutely hated seeing you all battered up like that.

So it’s you sweating for a whole week until Haerin finally decides to talk to you.

Just pops up randomly at night and snuggles into you as soon as you open the front door.

You just hold her until she starts silently crying into your chest.

“I was so worried….”

Please hold her like that for the rest of your life, thank you.

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LEE HYEIN

(you’re the same age as her btw)

You guys were neighbors, and since your parents were friends y’all became friends too.

She left to train in her company, but the two of you still kept in contact.

Anyways, fast forward to 2023

You are her best friend since childhood, so she knew how much training you did for your dream- she knew you were terrifyingly strong for your age.

You even send her pics of you at the gym (to brag)

So imagine her surprise when she gets a text from you saying you were in the hospital.

You were at school when a bunch of boys in your class were talking shit about Hyein’s group, and you just lost your cool.

You don’t tell her that ofc

“Aren’t you supposed to protect people?”

“I was actually.”

“You broke one of their bones Y/n.”

“Shh… Nobody has to know…”

You did confess why you fought like months after though.

You guys were hanging out during one of her breaks, and you just randomly blurted out that you beat up people for her

She felt touched of course, but found it funnier than sweet LMAO

She has a habit of slapping you when laughing so you were probably more injured by her laughing her ass off.

“THAT’S THE STUPIDEST REASON Y/N”

“LEARN TO BE FUCKING GRATEFUL- AND STOP SLAPPING ME WOMAN!“

Even though she does laugh at you, she was still worried

You’re one of the most important people to her, so her heart did stop for a second when she saw your text the first time

Even after a few years, and you start working with an actual security team she does get worried from time to time

Helps you deal with bruises and muscle pain by just buying you a bunch of medicine

Just calling her every month like:

“Hyein, is this from you again..?”

“Huh?”

“What is this..? Bruise cream?”

“Oh yeah, I saw a video of you getting pushed on the internet. It’s my phone wallpaper now btw, luv u byeee~”

“LEE HYEIN!”

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agendabymooner · 10 months

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newsflash ! pierre g. x ofc (singer!ofc)

“i ain’t interested in being a pretty name on your list.”

summary: somebody’s got to humble pierre gasly; enter ensley soleil, a musician who happens to be a friend of a friend of a friend. OR ensley has already written a line or two in songs about a boy like him, but pierre wants to prove to his crush that being ‘liked by pierregasly’ also means that he’ll pursue her like a man she never knew existed.

content warning: willne and rich brian appearance, middleman!lando, “liked by pierregasly” 🤓, use of explicit language, mentions of cheating/past relationship (unnamed ex)

note: talking to a guy so here’s a content hehe (also i noticed you guys liked the sebastian vettel one… good because i would have cried tbh. might update colour me your colour next, then i’m gonna try to update the daniel ricciardo wedding mini series).

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willne you should come back to uk tbh 🙈 liked by ensoleil

ensoleil i’m quite happy here thx :)

user1 WELCOME BACK TO LONDON ENSLEY !!!!

user2 ok but that man fumbled real hard though 🚩

user3 that man bagged a baddie and cheated on her??? a shame smh

user4 “liked by pierregasly” 💀

user5 as a henny and f1 fan, wtf pierre

user6 pear noticed her post??? bruh. landonorris ain’t that your friend?

user7 how are henny and lando connected?

user6 ensley is friend’s with willne, who is lando’s friend. she’s made an appearance or two in a quadrant video before.

user7 ok but like she lucky tho

user8 she and many girls alright.

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user1 how far out*** OOOH YOU FUMBLED THIS ONE PIERRE

charles_leclerc i am so sorry for the chances that you will never have after messing up her lyrics

user2 the tote bag, the booktok and LANA DEL REY??? mans down bad fr liked by pierregasly

user3 you’re really working hard huh pierre 😭 liked by pierregasly

pierregasly take every shot you are given, am i not right? 👌

yukitsunoda0511 you’re working too hard pierre 👎

maxverstappen1 because you’re already her favourite 🤣 pierre isn’t even allowed to breathe in her direction

user4 it’s true; i was the glass of daiquiri whenever henny sent him a death glare. mans v persistent tho so mad respect to him

ensoleil you really won’t stop will you, you baguette? liked by pierregasly

pierregasly that’s the least stereotypical shit i’ve ever heard from you and you called me remy from ratatouille

ensoleil sorry 🤓 do u want me to kiss it better

pierregasly no 😊 a date would be really nice though

user5 NAW THIS MAN THINKS HE SLICK

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inchidentally · 1 month

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I'm literally looking at myself like you dumb bitch it’s a gd lego animation why are you writing this

but like The Inherent Gentleness of Landoscar

the gentle little voices they use in so many of their challenges compared to the Big Loud Fun Times With Loving Alphas that Lando's challenges with Carlos and Daniel had and with Oscar and the Prema boys !

the fact that Oscar never even properly raises his voice at all around Lando like he would with previous teammates and some of the Alpine videos. even when they're playing a big fun loud game of cricket outside and it merits shouting and yelling, Oscar never raises his voice at Lando. Lando is an absolute tiny terror, bellowing and shouting and whining at Oscar - and Oscar just giggles and ribs him gently in return.

like, Oscar would fully allow himself to yell and get exasperated (jokingly) and make fun of all the other guys in his life - he’s Australian, it’s what he does! It would be weird if he didn’t!

but in the same way that even non fandom F1 fans picked up on Oscar’s accent softening and sounding more similar to Lando’s when they’re in videos together, Oscar massively softened the genetically and culturally coded sarcasm and ribbing when he noticed it didn’t always land the right way with Lando. and how even tho they have a perfectly healthy natural sense of competition between each other, Oscar never used to be at all shy about being competitive and a little cocky… until Lando, where Oscar now ducks his head and turns pink with embarrassment over the Sprint win being brought up and how Lando was always the one to bring it up and never Oscar. and it even turned into that gentle repetition of Lando’s expressions thing which he even does in a silly Lego video “team work makes the dream work” ??

and the thing is the more Oscar has specifically wanted to accommodate Lando’s preferences and quirks and habits, the gentler and quieter he’s become with him - which goes against every aspect of bromance logic that we as fans love so much ?? normally the best thing about Lando’s quirks and habits and contrariness is when his friends roast him about them or use them strategically to whip him up into hysterical giggles or screeching and possibly nearly break something or hurt himself in unserious ways.

but then there’s the fact that Lando is also a naturally shy person and he has as many quiet moods as he has hyperactive or excitable ones. and while he can have the more excitable ones with all of his friends and we get such great media content from them, it’s really only guys like Oscar and Max F who can also bring out his quieter and gentler moods on camera.

and it’s literally fascinating to me that as a result that’s actually become more the default when Lando and Oscar are together - even down to never broadcasting when they spend time together outside of F1 commitments apart from mentioning it in passing. their time together is A Gentle Vibe and would feel weird to document bc it's at once so warm and friendly but also not A Big Deal!

and idk the fact that Oscar also doesn’t show overt bromance gestures of affection to Lando on camera or when specifically prompted by the media - but then he shows a consideration and attention to Lando that not even joking we only rly notice him do when it comes to Lily. and that most of Lando's other friends don't tend to show him apart from Max. and Oscar’s even like that w Lily where he doesn’t do the typical PDA or getting overly sentimental about her but he mentions her all the time to show how much a part of his life she is and isn't that more significant !! they’re his go-to for any question about himself that isn’t about racing - what Lando and Lily like and don’t like, how they tease him or give him a hard time, what he finds exasperating in a fond way about them. something about Oscar not rly caring if he’s a dynamic or at all fan popular person outside of racing and then being a mirror to reflect the much more interesting qualities of these two unique people who are in his life more than anyone else something something !!

but mainly it’s how the youngest and most closely competitive pairing on the grid are also the least overtly Manly Aggressive Men and don’t honestly seem at all concerned with trying to be so ! even the way they treated the usual mind games/fighting talk thing by just finding the whole concept amusing !! same with team orders where they just say ‘oh it was fair!’ and they’re both just so effortlessly What Is Gender that it rly is like they are watching The Men* from a distance most of the time and peacefully sharing silent communication with each other and speaking in voices so soft that The Men cannot even hear and like they just exist in this aura that makes us think they’re twins when actually their looks and their personalities aren’t twinning it’s just that they inhabit this wavelength exclusive to themselves and they do frighteningly well at pictionary and they coo these little thoughts at each other and it’s sometimes creepy but endlessly intriguing !!!

and how as fans there’s never any Top/Bottom Dominant/Submissive laws or even popular tendencies we literally all enjoy writing and thinking of them in fanon in every possible way and it always fits !!

just cool to me !

*with special exceptions at times for Lewis and Charles here - sometimes

#landoscar #inchidentallyanessay #inch gets weird #landoscar meta #as a What Is Gender myself they just are so dear to me #vestal virgins au

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doromoni · 9 months

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Hunting Affections

Charles Leclerc x photographer! reader

Max Verstappen x photographer! reader

Part 4.

fantic + smau fic

y/n faceclaim : Hwang Eunbi

warning : nothing~ it’s just fluff for now :)) and a teensy weensy bit of silly season

A/N : UP FOR EDITING 🤍

Summary; Love is but a concept — just connections of neurons that take part in the brain … and yet, why is it the most painful when one falls alone?

Loving someone who doesn’t love you back , until you can’t no more. Maybe then they’ll actually know what they’ve lost.

What is the age when we started to care less about our date of birth? When our birthday starts to feel mundane , just another day in this life on earth . To begin with, I never did make a fuss about my birthdays. The greetings of my most loved people were enough for my happiness. I never have wanted celebrations , parties, or gifts.

That was until they threw me the most meaningful birthday, I could ever hope for. There stood Max , Lando, and Daniel with the biggest of grins holding what seems to be an attempt of a birthday cake as they sang to me happy birthday — and then came their present. In the box , 4 smiling faces stared back at me, their facing were shining with unadulterated joy and peace — it reflected true happiness… it was a framed picture of us , in the McDonald’s parking lot, the day when we all first met.

I never in my life would have guessed that the three strangers who met me at my worst would still be around and care enough to celebrate my life. I could never be grateful enough for the light that these three people had shone upon me and guided me to the end of the dark tunnel.

Oh how time quickly goes by , because another year is added to my life . It’s my birthday and now I’ve learned to celebrate it with the people who love me back.

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maxverstappen1 Happiest Birthday to you, my Liebling 💙 Thank you for allowing me to be a part of your life. Nothing in this world is enough to show how much I love and adore you, If i could gift you the universe, I would. I love you endlessly, Y/N L/N.

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y/n_stills. I cannot put into words how much I treasure you Max Emilian Verstappen. You’ve been the person to love me , when I cannot love myself. You’ve given my life the color it lost and I am forever grateful for you, my love . I would never be able to repay what you’ve done for me. I love you so so much! @maxverstappen1

maxverstappen1 you being with me is enough payment , Liebling.

landonorris So the Porsche was for y/n’s birthday?

maxverstappen1 yes , she was more excited for the cake tho.

y/n_stills. What? It was good cake ~ 10/10. Yummy .

danielricciardo We spent a whole week trying to find the perfect car — because someone was psychoanalyzing everything and you liked the cake better. welp we did give you a photo of us for your last birthday and you cried so…

landonorris that we did . the number of white shades still gives me trauma, how can there be so much?! Its white!

y/n_stills. Sheesh calm down~ i still loved the Porsche , imagine how many chicks I’ll pick up with this baddie.

maxverstappen1 excuse me?

y/n_stills. I ment to say , thank you and I love you 😘

user1 honestly, these 2 🥺 my standards just skyrocketed.

user2 I want what they have :((

user3 Forget Romeo and Juliet , I want Max and Y/N.

user4 Max is so whipped for Y/N .He’s so soft for her I couldn’t process it hsksgwjsg.

user5 Ikr?? I didn’t expect Max to be so bby. I love it!

user6 huhuhu when is it my turn?

user7 ayo?? Why isn’t anyone talking about how Max just bought Y/N a freaking Porsche for her birthday??? Hello?

user8 They are so rich, it hurts

user9 y/n is not gonna escape the gold digger accusations at this point 🥹.

user8 sometimes I forget that they are literal millionaires

user10 Before anyone calls y/n a gold digger , please know that she herself is healthy and wealthy. Thank you.

user11 yuh, do your research before you comment y’all ~ y/n is a boss bitch who earns her own dough

y/n_stills. 1h

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landonorris u just jelly cause am getting more attention than u 👁️👅👁️

y/n_stills. Sure ~ what ever you say , kinder. Just make sure not to neglect your other boyfriend.

landonorris Hey! Unfair… I can’t be mean to you. It’s your birthday 😡

y/n_stills. 👁️👅👁️

oscarpiastri Welp at least , max’s boyfriend 2 and lando’s boyfriend 2 aren’t there yet.

y/n_stills. OSCAR HAHAHAHA , I’m screen shooting this for future use. But yeah~ Daniel and Carlos aren’t here yet.

oscarpiastri oh noo blackmail material~

y/n_stills. Worry not , little papaya ! I wont tell them it’s you~ you can count on me. Are you on your way ? You are coming right? are you driving?? Don’t text and drive oh my gosh.

oscarpiastri Yes, im on my way . No, I’m not driving . Calm down Mom. we’re almost near! Oh Happy Birthday, talk when we’re there .byeee!

charles_leclerc Oh, you’re with them again… Are you going somewhere?

y/n_stills.

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The past year might have been rough, but now I’ve never been happier— and it’s all thanks to the people who held me dear in their hearts. Most importantly to the three strangers who pulled me in their circle of chaos, thank you for making me feel loved and accepted then , and more so now. I Love you guys.

Thank you everyone for your heartfelt greetings and thank you for celebrating my birthday with me ! A birthday well spent indeed!

P.S don’t blame us if you’re hangover for tomorrow’s GP… we did try to stop you. 🤭

maxverstappen1 I never knew that helping the sad pretty lady at the grid party would lead us to what we have now. Happiest birthday Liebling 💙

y/n_stills. you’ve done enough! Don’t make me love you more , Max Verstappen >:((

danielricciardo Happiest Birthday again, kid! I’ll always be here for you when you need me ~ you know the drill.

y/n_stills. thanks danny 🥺 Thank you for being the big brother I needed.

landonorris Happy Birthday (nickname)! I’m glad that I approached you then because you also had changed our lives for the better. For more years to come!

y/n_stills. Aww, Lando! Your gonna make me cry even more >:(( , but thank you 🤍

lewishamilton Happiest Birthday Kiddo! you deserve only the best. More happy years to come, dear.

y/n_stills. Thank you Lew! you didn’t have to fly just for my birthday , but you did huhu thank you! I loved the gift btw please say thank you to the nephews for me — their artworks were so lovely 🤍

oscarpiastri Happy Birthday Y/N! you truly only deserve the best. Thank you for sharing your kindness to everyone. You were one of the people who made me feel that I belong in this sport when I first started and thank you for your continuous support and presence. Thank you for being my grid mom🧡

y/n_stills. Little papaya 🥺 Thank you so much for saying that, you truly have melted my heart. I’m officially adopting you >:((

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y/n_stills. @maxverstappen1 we have a son now.

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landonorris @oscarpiastri stop stealing my friend >:(

oscarpiastri how about no @landonorris :))

y/n_stills. Ugh my son is already bullying lando , im so proud 😫

redbullracing Happiest Birthday Y/N!!

y/n_stills. Thank you, energy drink company ✨ thanks for the gift of wings . ~ pls don’t fire me

Skysports Happy Birthday Y/N! , We’ll miss you.

y/n_stills Thank you, my lovely ex-employers 🤍 thank you for always filling your pantry with may favorites.

F1 Double World Champion Max Verstappen is Dating Future Red Bull Racing Team Senior Design Director Y/N L/N!

Article by : Lola Scotts

In picture : Max Verstappen and Y/N L/N at a flower shop at Manchester

Max Verstappen , The 2 time world driver’s championship winner , had just officially announced his relationship with multi-business owner and Sky Sports Formula 1 photographer Y/N L/N . Both have confirmed their relations on instagram with a sweet and personal post , a few hours after a fan had leaked their attendance to a mutual friend’s concert . And was later on spotted strolling a locally owned flea market in Manchester.

The Dutch Red Bull driver and the Korean born photographer had been already close friends prior to the relationship ; often times within the company of Formula 1 drivers— Daniel Ricciardo and Lando Norris. The coming together of the couple was a pleasant surprise to the realm of motorsports. As fans continue to anticipate the kind of dynamic these two would bring to the paddock, specially with relation to the 1st driver of the Italian racing team Ferrari — who was linked to L/N before.

Y/N L/N has already been a paddock favorite amongst motorsport fans not only for her close knit friendship with the drivers and some of the team principals , but also for her professionalism on track. Y/N had stated in an interview before that her love of the sport had led her to the opportunity to intern for the Italian racing team, Ferrari — and was later on officially scouted by Sky Sports as one of their Senior Design Directors for their photography and videography sectors .

Moreover, the boom in popularity of Formula 1 in social media has lead teams scrambling for purchase— and the knowledge of Y/N L/N’s ending contract with Sky Sports has been their life line; as several of the racing teams have reportedly been in negotiations with L/N.

In picture: Y/N L/N at New Red Bull Office in Berlin

Nevertheless, due to the high probability of Y/N’s shift from Sky Sports to exclusively work for Red Bull Racing, some argue that lack of professionalism and partiality will be at play . But, such claims are quickly shut down when Red Bull had released a statement that proves that a contract was already in process, way before the relationship of the dutch champion and the accredited photographer has been established.

Still, even with the flames and barbs of the media , Verstappen and L/N are cool as a cucumber — as the two were spotted celebrating the photographer’s birthday with friends and loved ones before the end of month long formula 1 summer break.

The next Grand Prix is fast approaching. I do not know about you, but I believe that things will be a little more exciting for Formula 1.

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lovingperfectionsblog · 2 years

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Listen Carefully

Charles Leclerc x F1Driver!Reader

Request: how does a piece based on "lay all your love on me" with a f1!driver reader x charles leclerc sound, only if you want to tho xx

Summary: Charles was your rival on track, but that didn’t stop you falling for him and him for you and now you’d have to navigate this new territory with him.

Warnings: Mentions of sex, suggestive language, language, angst, angst to fluff, mentions of drinking, mentions of an potential accident.

Word Count: 2439

Authors note: Listen, I am obsessed with these angst to fluff fics and I am so sorry there isn’t too much funny stuff being written right now but crisis these have to be my favourite trope types :D I hope you all enjoy and I can’t wait to hear what you think. Also, definitely not edited or proofread.

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“My room, tonight, 9pm” Charles whispered in your ear as he hugged you congratulations, trying to keep it as short as possible as to not rouse suspicion from anyone currently surrounding the two of you.

You’d barely even reacted to him, acting as normal as possible as you gave a small nod, playing it off as acknowledgement before stepping around him to speak to the journalist he had just finished with, preparing yourself for the onslaught of questions as to why you’d done so poorly in comparison to your rival, the aforementioned Charles Leclerc, him making pole, you only coming in a measly P7, which in the bigger scheme of things wasn’t the worst, but after a string of front row starts which had basically solidified your rivalry with the Ferrari driver, it was goddman abysmal.

Although knowing you were going to be spending the night with said rival didn’t exactly upset you in the least. Quite honestly, you knew you’d now be sitting with butterflies in your stomach for the rest of the day, until you were back in his bed again, only a few hours away.

All through your briefing you’d focused only on Charles, knowing you were meant to be significantly more invested in what was happening in front of you, but your mind couldn’t help but drift, wondering if he was just as focused on you, counting down the seconds to when you could be together again.

It was a short lived excitement.

_____

You begged yourself not to cry as you opened your door. Begged yourself not to give him the satisfaction.

The image of him being kissed by another woman seared into the back of your eyelids, unable to escape it even when you’d closed your eyes.

As you squeezed them shut.

Pleading with the image to go.

Begging.

Begging yourself to remember this was not a relationship.

That it was just fun.

Begging yourself to remember he was never yours. He was allowed to kiss other women. He was free to do what he pleased.

You moved slow.

Slowly undressing.

Slowly pulling the covers back.

Slowly allowing yourself to get lost in the darkness of the room.

Slowly feeling the ache in your chest deepen. Feeling it hollow out more and more.

Slowly letting the tears choke you.

Never succumbing to sleep.

Begging for him to choose you.

_____

It looks like the rivalry has stepped up this race ladies and gentlemen. Y/n moving up to P2 in just a few laps, an aggression we have yet to see from this driver. No doubt Ferrari is suddenly feeling very nervous with her breathing down the back of Leclerc’s neck.

And in a stunning move we see Y/n and Leclerc wheel to wheel in an attempt to overtake! Neither willing to relent the line! Who is going to come out on top!

And Y/n takes P1, but not without Leclerc very close on her tail.

Ladies and gentlemen what is going on here today! Never have we seen these two go at it so aggressively. This has moved beyond normal rivalry, this is angry.

I fully agree, something must have happened today in the paddock to spur the fight between these two normally incredibly civil rivals.

Now that you mention it, normally Y/n is seen as one of the friendliest drivers next to Daniel Ricciardo, yet no one saw her until she needed to be on the grid and even then she did not even glance in the direction of another person.

And Leclerc overtakes her again! With only two laps to go it’s anyone guess who takes the win here!

With one of the closest finishes we have seen between these two in the 2022 season, Leclerc takes the win in Monza! With Y/n a very close second behind him and Carlos Sainz to take third, making this a very red podium and a very happy Ferrari!

_____

“What the fuck was that!” Charles slammed your hotel door closed as he moved into the room. Breathe ragged from rage.

“Racing Charles. We’re formula 1 drivers, this is what we do! What are you so upset about anyway, you’re the one who won!” you matched his tone, knowing exactly what he was talking about but determined to make him hurt, just like he had you.

“You know exactly what I’m fucking talking about!” Charles ripped the sunglasses off of his face and slammed them onto the table in a fit of anger, “That was reckless and stupid and I don’t know what your fucking problem is today but you could have caused actual damage! Do you get that! Actual fucking damage! I COULD HAVE FUCKING LOST YOU!”

“And since when do you care about losing me! We all know that all this is, is hate fucking!” You didn’t mean that, but you hadn’t even realized you’d said it until you watched a range of emotions cross his face, and when it settled on what you could only assume was a mixture of grief and wrath, only then did you genuinely experience the full weight of your actions.

“Hate fucking?” it was a whisper so low, if you hadn’t been watching his every move you might have missed it, save for seeing his lips move, “you hate me?” it was no less chilling that his previous question.

“No Charles, I don’t hate you, but we know what this is” you indicated between the two of you, the venom never leaving either of your voices, somehow more terrifying now that you were both significantly quieter.

“And tell me then Princess, what do you think this is then?” you felt like prey. As much as you were watching his every move, he was watching yours too, and for some reason he seemed a significantly better hunter than you.

“Is this not just two rivals getting the anger out then is it?” You tried so desperately to sound confident, but even you heard the unsurety in your voice, genuinely asking him a question, because after what you’d witnessed yesterday, it had only solidified that this is what you two were, forcing you to immediately push down any and all feelings that had grown for him over the last few months all the way down.

“And have I made you feel like I hate you?” he stepped closer, slowly caging you in, stalking you. You hated how sure he had sounded in contrast you, almost like he knew the answer, like he was simply asking you to tease you.

“YES! YOU FUCKING HAVE!” your outburst had finally made him falter, concern replacing the confidence previously spirted on his face.

“When.” It wasn’t a kind question, it was a demand. He gave you know other option other than to answer honestly, and immediately, because if Charles had made the woman he loves, the woman he would give his life for, think that he hates her, then he needed to rectify that.

“yesterday” the image of the girl came back up, “it’s stupid, it’s done, leave it, please, just leave” you were once again begging.

“No, it’s not stupid, what happened yesterday?” you hadn’t expected him to soften as much as he had, so soft you’d almost expected him to reach out to you, but he stood planted on the spot. Not for the first time he was feeling a protectiveness over you, but what he hadn’t experienced before was the knowledge that he had caused the pain, how does he protect you, from him?

“I saw you kissing another girl” you didn’t want to sound pathetic, but you couldn’t help it. You couldn’t help a lot of things when you were around Charles.

“Are you jealous?” Charles was surprised by the confession, not entirely believing that was the reason for this behaviour, in complete denial that you felt the same for him as he had for you. The question was not a mocking one, although that’s exactly how it had come out, instead it was one of complete shock.

“YES I AM FUCKING JEALOUS!” you were back to angry, how could he be so cruel to you in this moment, surely he realized how you felt, “and I hate myself for it because I know I was never meant to fall for you, I know, it’s a fucking joke that I did, but how could I not Charles, I have had feelings for you for months and they only got worse when we started whatever the fuck stupid idea this was and this is not what it was meant to be, I was never meant to fall for you and now-“ you couldn’t finish, you couldn’t confess anymore.

“-and now it’s like you can’t breathe unless I’m there? Like you can’t focus, ever? Like nothing you’ve ever felt before has completely consumed you quite like this has?” he finished for you.

“You’re being mean Charles” you felt the tears start to brim, you didn’t think he was cruel, but this was torture how he was treating you.

“No, I’m speaking from experience” the ache in your chest had returned, the grip around your throat choking you, “that girl surprised me, she’s one of Lando’s friends, been trying to get with me for months” the wound in your chest only becoming deeper, “I told her I’m in love with someone else.” The final blow.

“Is this why you didn’t come to my room last night?” he sounded closer, his feet coming into view of your downcast eyes, a quiet “yes” was given in return as an answer.

Your eyes shot up to his as you felt his hand rest against your neck, the other coming to cup your cheek.

“Want to know something funny?” only continuing as you gave him a small nod, “I was dumb enough to fall in love with my biggest rival and so, because I was so convinced she would never feel the same for me, because God knows she could have any fucking person in the world, let alone on that grid, I, one drunken night, suggested we sleep together, and I was lucky enough that, well, for months I got to have this part of her, I got to live out my ultimate dream of being with the woman I love, even for the briefest of moments, because if that’s all I got, then god knows I was not going to waste the small hours that I did, and because I just assumed I had somehow convinced her I was good at sex, and because I am dumb and apparently a coward, I just never broached the topic of a relationship with her because what if she didn’t feel the same and I lost her? What if because we were rivals she would never see me as anything other than a hate fuck and too much effort to try something with because we are on different teams? So I kept my mouth shut, and then that same woman, the one that I am in love with-” he looked down at you, thumb caressing your cheek, waiting for acknowledgement that you had understood, only continuing after another nod, “she nearly fucking killed us both today and I thought I would be mad that she, you know, nearly fucking killed us both, but no, I was angry because I was scared that I could have lost her, I felt it in my blood, and so I made the choice to come to her room and end things in all my rage, to save her, to hopefully never upset her enough again so something like this could never happen again, because all that was going through my head was that I had done something and I needed to protect the woman I love and I would rather not have her as mine, than not have her in my life at all because she is the most goddamn hot headed and stubborn woman I have ever met and quite frankly a fucking danger to herself” he wiped the tear that had drifted down your cheek.

“And no part of me expected to hear that she loved me too, no part of me expected that at the end of this day I would have her as my girlfriend, because that’s the only option now that I know she feels the same as I do, funny how things work out like that isn’t it?” His lips were so close to yours, his touch was so gentle, so full of love, you almost felt stupid for ever thinking that he hadn’t felt the same as you did.

“Say it, please, I just need to hear you say it” he refused to kiss you until he heard it, until he was 100% sure because the second he heard it, every single thing was going to be different.

“I love you” he was so close you felt the sigh of relief leave him, one you hadn’t expected, signifying how terrified he actually was by all that had been confessed.

“I love you too” he was so sure in the statement and if you weren’t sure by his statement alone, the kiss that followed after would dismiss any further doubts.

“Now, listen and listen carefully, I hate that I made you feel this way and I hate that things got so dangerous today and I hate that I could have lost you and I hate that I have been a coward and most importantly, I absolutely hate that things could have been different for months now” his gaze had shifted to that of a hunter once again, hungry, needy.

“So now I am going to hate fuck you, but just so that pretty little head of yours understands just how much I love you, am I understood?” you’d felt his grip on you tighten and you couldn’t help your own neediness grow evident on your face, doe eyes looking up into his darkened ones.

“And make sure I never forget it, please.”

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heartless - a criminal minds episode\\part 1

part 2, part 3, masterlist

- english is not my first language pleas exuse any spelling or grammer mistakes.

- this case is made up

- it happens around the.. 6th season, i think? so the team is Hotch, dave, Morgan, Prentiss, JJ and reid

- it will end up being Reidxreader kinda

The doorbell rang. Layla fixed her robe and went to the door. Her eyes were red and puffy, as she was crying for a while now. A few days ago, the body of her fiance, James, was found. They covered most of him, she only saw his face to confirm it is him. She opened the door and looked to the right, and then to the left, but no one was there. Finally, she looked down and there she found a package. She picked it up and laid it on the desk next to her phone. The senders address on the package was one she didn't recognize, and her stomach ached in anxiety and fear. What if she's next?

She grabbed her coat from the hanger near the entrance, looking for a card In every single pocket, and when she finally found it she dialed the number on it with shaking hands. She paced in her living room as she was waiting for officer Williams. He told her to call if anything comes to mind, someone who'd seek vengeance on James, or if anything suspicious would happen.

A knock on the door. “Miss Garrison, it is Officer Williams” a vaguely familiar voice called from the other side of the door, and so she opened it. She shaked the officer's hand and allowed him to step inside. Layla was stressed before, but something about the officers demeanor made her even more anxious to open the package. “Do you want any… coffee, tea, or… just water, I have some cookies as well” Layla started rumbling, trying to be a good host as she was taught to be, even tho she is hosting under horrific terms. “Maybe some tea, yeah, I'll open the package while you do that” The officer said, sad smile on his face.

He pulled a pair of gloves from his pocket and put them on as Layle went to the kitchen. It felt so lonely in the apartment since James’s death, and she was somewhat happy to have company. She filled the kettle up with water to boil. Her eyes traveled between closets, trying to remember which one was the one with the tea cups, and where the hell did she put the tea itself. It was all a blur, James was the organized one. Eventually she found what she looked for and placed two mugs on the counter. She had two types of tea. “officer Williams, do you prefer green tea or berrys one?” she called out, and when the answer was bearly heard, she went to the living room.

“I'm so sorry, I can't hear-” she started, but her eyes stuck on the officers horrified face. “what is it?” she asked, “officer, what-” she said, coming closer. “stay back” he ordered, “I don't want you to see this. I called forensics, this is evidence”. “Officer, just tell me what this is” Layla said, panic setting in her voice. “Miss Garrison, when we found James's body… his heart was missing. I belive this is… it” the officer said..

….

“Reid, JJ, common, new case. hotch want us all in the conference room” (y\n) calls as they pass by their desks. The rest of the unit is already there when they arrive. “James Dekota, he was engaged to Layla Garrison until he found his unfortunate death. His heart was taken, and a few days later, shipped to Layla’s door” JJ explains as the relevant photos switch behind her. “Same thing happened with Fiona Nordwick who was engaged to Daniel Clark, and Sean williams who was engaged to Winona Rock” JJ continues. “Okay, so the unsub is targeting a half of an engaged couple, what makes him choose the one over the other?” Emily says, scrunching her eyebrows. “We find that out, and we have our unsub” Dave says. "wheels up in 30" Hotch says, nodding at the team.

…

"okay, so, taking the heart is… symbolic, but of what?" Prentiss wonderes out loud. "well, Joe smith took his victims hearts and kept them as trophies - but that's not the case here. this unsub is not keeping the hearts" JJ says, "and he is crossing gender and race lines - he kiiled males and females, and Sean williams was black". "his motive must be something about the victims personality than, something about their behavior made him attcack them" Dave says. "well, both the male victims worked in the insurance field" (y\n) says, "williams was an administrator for Nationwide and Dekota was a technichal analist for Omega, maybe this is what connects the victims". (y\n) knew it was along shot, considering Fiona Nordwick wasn't connected to the insurence field, she was a legal secretary. "(y\n) could have a point - we should ask Garcia to check, maybe Fiona Nordwick was a part of a case connected to the insurance field" Hotch says, pulling out his phone to text everyones favorite technical analyst. Reid was awfully quiet, thoughts running throgh his mind.

"whats on your mind, pretty boy?" Morgan asks. "Well, i just keep thinking…what if we are overthinking this, you know? trying to put a complicated meaning to this when it could just be literal, if the unsub attacks people for being engaged… what if taking the hearts is symbolic? hinting they have no heart?" he says, furring his eyebrows as he puts his thoughts into words. "this could be it" Prentiss says. "good thinking Dr. Reid" Hotch says. "we should try and check if any of the victims were being unfaithful" JJ says.

the tablet on the plane was ringing, and soon enough Garcia showed up on the screen. "well, my preeties, it appears that Fiona Nordwick was handeling a case regarding an insurence company not paying up, but i hightly doubt this is the connection, since it was a long time ago and she was in the begining of her carrer, even i had to dig deep to find this".

"well, if that not the connection, what is?" (y\n) said, slightly dissapointed her idea was proven wrong. they were new to the team and they wanted to prove themselves. They knew they'll get the chance, but just wondered when. "the unsub must find his victims somehow, maybe a wedding venue they all checked?" Morgan says, "baby girl, think you can find that out for me?". "oh you bet your fine ass that i can. talk to you later, my pretty crime fighters" Garcia says, and then hungs up.

#penelope garcia #aaron hotchner #aaron hotch hotchner #criminal minds x reader #criminal minds #spencer reid #spencer reid x reader #jennifer jareau #derek morgan #emily prentiss

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I’d Give You My Lungs So You Can Breathe (I’ve Got You, Brother) [CH1]

AO3 Link / Next / Masterlist

summary:

Danny Fenton was adopted at age ten, with little to no memories about his former family. At age fourteen, he died yet lived and those memories began to return. He didn’t do anything about those memories – didn’t plan to, at least not yet – but then he got captured by the GIW, saved by his friends and someone who might be his sister who he only somewhat remembered, and taken to Gotham to, apparently, his biological father for safety until further notice.

Team Phantom was there, too, and they did not sign up for this family drama.

a/n:

so i figured i’d post this here too, since there are so many dcxdp lovers on here, and in case someone has no access to ao3 somehow or just doesn’t use it…well, here you go! also i’m bored & this blog needs some action lmao. anyway, this first chapter is technically a prologue, but whatever. there are 2 more chapters i have already written (which are also on ao3), so i’ll upload them here in a day or so if anyone wants me to, and i’m gradually working on the next one. hope you guys enjoy! FYI, so no one is confused, in this athanasia is danny’s twin – not damian :)

warnings for the entire fic:

canon-typical violence of the DC variety; angst; memory loss/repressed memories; do i need to say major character death(s) or is that just a given for this fandom; questionable parenting tho every parent is trying to do good & care for the kids; implied/referenced past child abuse bc of the child assassin backgrounds; pls tell me if i missed something

CHAPTER ONE —

[italicized conversations are implied to be spoken in arabic]

At age ten, he didn’t remember much of anything.

He woke up at the edge of some woods, in dirty and dark clothes that, for some reason, made his mind go Assassin. His head was fuzzy, and the left side of both his chest and back hurt, and there were streaks of dark brown-ish red on his hands that flaked off when he scratched at them.

Eventually, he got up. The sun was rising, and he needed to figure out where he was. So, he walked. He walked, and walked, and when he made into a town, he kept on walking. The sign read ‘Amity Park’ in English.

…That unnerved him. Usually he didn’t read things in English. Right? They were in another language, letters and words read from right to left rather than left to right. Arabic, his mind supplied.

Why was everything in English? he thought, a little hysterical, and then tensed, eyes roaming around as if someone might have heard him – might have had a sixth sense to sniff out fear.

He wasn’t allowed to be afraid, or panic. He couldn’t afford to. He couldn’t. Because…

Because of what?

“Excuse me?” A young voice broke his thoughts.

He spun around and saw a girl with red hair and blue headband with a backpack on her shoulders. She was older than him by a few years…maybe.

(He was ten. How he knew that, he didn’t know, but he was ten.)

“Are you lost?”

Face careful not to show any emotion, he glanced around. The roads were beginning to get busy. People were walking out of buildings, and into other ones.

The girl just smiled – nothing that made him want to bolt, or fight to get away, or freeze in fear. It was…kind. “It’s okay if you are, I can help you. I’m Jasmine,” she said. “But most people just call me Jazz; it’s a nickname. Can you tell me yours?” She knelt down. Some of the nerves dissipated at the action; no longer was she standing over him.

For a moment, he continued to eye her suspiciously. Then, he looked away with furrowed brows as he tried to think. His name… It started with a ‘D’.

“…Danny,” he spoke, voice quiet but rough, after a few more seconds, and looked back at her. He didn’t know much of anything right now, but he did know someone used to call him that. It was short for something. “My nickname is Danny.”

Jasmine – or Jazz – smiled again. “That must be short for Daniel,” she said.

No… Yes? He didn’t know. It didn’t feel right, but not really wrong, either. So, he shrugged.

“Well, Danny,” Jazz began, “can you answer my first question? Are you lost? It’s okay if you can’t, but I still want to help you.”

“I…think so,” he spoke slowly. And, much to his embarrassment, his throat started to tighten with panic. “The sign said Amity Park. But I do not– I do not know where that is.”

“Yeah. You’re in Amity Park, Illinois.” Then, belatedly, “In America.” Her brows pulled together. “Do you- Do you know how you got here?”

He started to shake his head slowly, but the panic and fear had reached their peaks. The movement became rapid, and tears made his eyes sting. “I do– I do not know, I–.” His breath stuttering cut his words off, but the action moved his wounds on his chest and back and he winced, pressing a hand to the one near his heart. “I do not know how, or what happened to– to me, and it hurts.”

Jazz’s eyes widened. “Okay. Okay, it’s okay – I’ll help you. Will you let me?”

Something in him told him to say no. To run. This girl wasn’t trustworthy; she could be dangerous.

But he was scared. Terrified. (Why didn’t he know anything?) So he ignored that first instinct with a shaky nod as tears ran down his cheeks.

And Jazz helped him.

Jazz ended up becoming his sister. His older sister. That adjective to describe her was important to him, for some reason. Adoptive less so. She was his sister – adoptive or not – that was who she was; but she was older.

Maddie and Jack – who, eventually, became Mom and Dad to him, and who, as absent as they were, really did love both him and Jazz – asked once if Danny had a little sister, one day after he had explained that to them offhandedly.

Danny thought. He tried to remember.

“…No,” he answered. Because as far as he knew, he didn’t.

But also because saying, I don’t know, was getting exhausting. He’s only been with them a few months.

He grew to hate not knowing things.

(Jazz said it was anxiety, or potentially paranoia, but also maybe PTSD. Danny thought she was just being a know-it-all with her new found love of psychology.)

Some days it felt like he was missing something. Not just his memories, but something that was a part of him. Another person, or two.

Maddie and Jack would say something odd, or confusing, and he would turn to look at someone who wasn’t there to silently question and/or judge them.

At age fourteen, Danny, on a dare, did something very, very stupid.

He died, but also didn’t.

He accidentally got his parents’ ghost machine to work and now ghosts caused chaos in town.

He became Phantom – a halfa; someone who was dead, but also alive – and became the town’s vigilante, of sorts.

He…began to remember.

This wasn’t the first time he died but lived.

Sam and Tucker, his two best friends, were there at the accident, so they knew from the get-go. He told Jasmine, not too long after, mostly because she suspected something and he was shit at lying to her, but he told her. Mom and Dad, avid ghost hunters, were kept in the dark about it.

For a while, no one knew he was starting to get his memories back. After all, how was he supposed to explain that he was a former child assassin?

But then he had a nightmare-esque memory of being a child with a katana in his hands, a girl his age close by, and a toddler between them. Someone barked orders in Arabic.

He was forced to kill.

(Not the girl, nor the toddler. But someone. Someone who didn’t deserve it.)

Danny woke up having a panic attack, with Jazz hovering over him. After some tears, calming down, and spending the following two hours sitting in silence on his bed with his older sister, he finally told her.

There were more tears.

Jazz just held her little brother tightly.

Sam once brought up that he fought like someone who was used to somebody being beside him.

He feigned confusion and chuckled. “What?”

“When you fight, you leave blind spots open,” she explained further. “Like you’re relying on someone who isn’t there.”

Tucker nodded. “She’s right. I noticed, too.”

Danny shrugged. “That’s just how I fight,” he said. “I don’t know what to tell you.”

What he didn’t say, was that he now had a fuzzy memory of fighting with someone – that girl his age from his memories. But it wasn’t necessarily fighting as it was training, and it wasn’t always with one another but also against each other.

Sam hummed. “Okay, Danny.”

Dan happened.

Danny didn’t want to become Dan.

He began having nightmares of an old man dressed in green radiating pride because of him – because he was Dan.

It made him sick.

Vlad Masters – also known as Plasmius, also also known as a pain in Danny’s ass – cloned him.

He now had a little sister. Ellie. Vlad named her Danielle, and she at first went by Dani, but that got too confusing, so. Ellie, she became.

She roamed around the world after the whole situation with Vlad got handled, and Danny let her. But they kept in touch, and she often told him where she was headed, or where she was resting, or how long until she might come back.

Sometimes when she stopped by, when they were hanging out, something about her jogged fuzzy memories of a little brother. But then sometimes the way she fought with him against Vlad and ghosts brought up vague snippets of another sister.

At age fifteen, he defeated Pariah Dark. Enough said.

He also told Mom and Dad about the ghost thing. And the assassin kid thing. They took it well, considering.

He no longer had to worry about vivisection by his parents, or about being kicked about because he killed someone as a child and they were now scared of him, or something.

They still loved him. He loved them.

Memories about his childhood were still sparse, though they were gradually coming back.

(Some good. Most bad. Danny woke up from nightmares far too many times, nowadays.)

“Are you… Are going to want to find them? Your family, I mean,” Dad asked, late one night when Mom was asleep and Jazz was studying and Danny decided to bother him instead of his older sister when he came home with a large gash on his arm from Skulker.

It was random, but he still answered. “Um, maybe eventually. My younger siblings, at least. I don’t know their names, or even if…”

“Well, when you decide to, I’ll help out in any way,” he said.

He smiled. “Thanks, Dad.”

Dad smiled, gently ruffled his hair, and then pulled him into a near-crushing hug. “Of course, Dan-o.”

At age seventeen, the GIW barged into Amity.

It didn’t go well.

They caught him.

He didn’t get out until after he turned eighteen.

+++

At age ten, Athanasia watched her grandfather run a sword through her twin brother’s chest from the shadows.

She stood there, numb and in shock. A voice in her head screamed at her that, if someone were to attack right now, she would also die. She couldn’t help but not care when her twin brother was bleeding out before her eyes.

And unless she wanted to face Grandfather’s wrath as well, she couldn’t do anything about it.

Grandfather, with a casual swipe to clean his sword, turned away. “Clean this up,” he ordered the servants. He flicked his wrist to Dányál. “Rid of the body. It is time I speak with Talia.”

The servants obeyed. A couple began to clean. One picked up Dányál and began to leave, staunching the blood with cloths as to not leave a trail. On quiet feet, Athanasia followed.

Suspicion and confusion addled her brain when she realized the servant was going to one of the Pits. Her footsteps became more determined, but no less quiet.

She followed them to the Pit. Watched how the servant dunked him into it until the wound was no longer life threatening. Then followed them to one of the many hidden exits. Watched as the servant left with her twin brother for good.

Her other half was gone. Something in her shattered.

Athanasia now had a burning hatred for Ra’s al Ghul.

Life in the League was different now, without her twin. Too different.

She wanted out, but couldn’t leave Damian.

Not yet, anyway.

At age eleven, she met Jason Todd. Sort of.

He was catatonic, most of the first year, but still a good fighter. She was mostly indifferent to him, the adoptive son of her biological father.

(Mother didn’t know she knew about that, about Bruce Wayne – the Batman – being her, Dányál’s, and Damian’s father. But there were so many times she would overhear Ra’s complain about the man and Mother’s previous relationship with him before things clicked together.)

But then she learned Jason shouldn’t even be breathing, and her indifference turned into intrigue.

Alive, but should be dead? It reminded her of Dányál. Made her wonder if he was catatonic as well, wherever that servant took him.

Her feelings about him did a 180 when she noticed Mother looked at him how she used to look at Dányál, years ago. The looks stopped when Dányál first began to voice his dislike about killing, but now here that look was, directed towards a boy no older than sixteen.

That look stayed after she dunked him in a Lazarus Pit, and Jason, in Pit induced rage, killed everyone in the room he woke up in. It formed into pride – a look Athanasia never saw towards Dányál.

It angered her. What – was Mother trying to replace her twin brother with Batman’s lame sidekick? She was offended on her twin’s behalf, wherever he was now.

On one of the nights she snuck into Damian’s rooms to spend time with him, the young boy noticed her anger. He asked what was wrong. She told him nothing. He scowled in that way when he knew someone was lying and there was no one to reprimand him on unnecessary emotional expressions. She flicked his ear. He hissed. She rolled her eyes.

“It’s nothing you need to worry about,” she told him. “Now – tell me why I heard about another fight between you and our dear cousin, Mara.”

Damian’s scowl turned into a sneer. An impressive one, too, for a six year old. “She insulted Dányál. Called him weak.” He paused. “So I bit her.”

Athanasia had never been more proud.

At age twelve, she spoke to Jason for the first time.

“Tell me about Batman.”

Jason turned, confused surprise clear as day on his face as he looked at her. “They have kids here?”

She stared at him, unblinking. “Tell me,” she repeated, demanding, “about Batman.”

He crossed his arms, eyes calculating as he continued to stare back. His head tilted, his eyes squinted, and then his brows rose like he saw something that he wasn’t expecting.

Agitated, she said, “Do you need another dunk in a Pit? Are you still catatonic? Answer me, Todd.” She snapped the last sentence in Arabic.

Jason rolled his eyes. He muttered a few cuss words. “Why do you want to know about Batman?”

“I need to know.”

“That doesn’t answer my question–.”

“And you have yet to answer mine,” she sneered.

They had a stare down. Jason blinked first – Athanasia smirked. He cussed again and ran a hand through his hair, which now had a white streak in it ever since he got dunked.

“He’s a detective. A good one,” he said. “One of the best, if not the best.”

She nodded once. “Is he a good man?”

That caught him off guard. For a moment, he didn’t answer, and she began to worry that her plan was already failing and she hadn’t even started it yet.

“Yes. Yeah, he’s a good man. Flawed to hell and back, but he’s good.” His brows pulled together. “Why? Why ask me?”

“Because you are his son, and he is your father.”

The teen glowered. “He is not–!”

Athanasia left before she could hear his dramatics.

There weren’t many moments where Athanasia spent one on one time with Talia. At least, moments where the woman wasn’t training her into a perfect assassin. Sitting here, in front of her vanity, with Mother braiding her hair and humming quietly, was a rarity.

And Athanasia was about to ruin it.

“I want to fake my death.”

Mother’s hands froze where they were nearly done braiding her hair. “Excuse me?”

“I want to fake my death,” she repeated. Maybe Mother liked Jason so much because they both needed phrases spoken twice, she thought. “To find Dányál.”

“What,” Mother hissed.

“And then,” she went on, staring straight back at Mother through the mirror, as if daring her to interrupt or refuse, “I want you to send Damian to our father, Bruce Wayne – the Batman.”

“And why would either of us do those things?” Mother asked slowly, dangerously.

“Because I watched Grandfather run a sword through my twin’s chest, and then I watched him be put in a Lazarus Pit to keep him alive by one of your servants who was disguising himself as one of Grandfather’s. Because I do not want be the heir, and I want to find my brother, and I do not want this life for Damian, and Jason Todd said Bruce Wayne is a good man.”

Mother didn’t respond right away. They continued to stare at one another through the mirror.

“If you have an ounce of love for any of us, you will help me.”

Mother finished the braid, then sent her away to her room.

Athanasia instead went to Jason’s rooms, where she snuck in again and poked through his collection of books Mother brought him. He complained and tried to get her to leave. She jabbed him in the gut with her elbow and asked what made Batman, Bruce Wayne, good.

Jason cussed her out.

He still explained what made his father good.

(“There is a very likely chance he will not remember you. As well as restoring memories, it can take them away.”

“I know, Mother.”

“Do you?”)

At age fourteen, Athanasia did just what she planned to do.

She faked her death.

But not without speaking to Damian first.

“Listen to me,” Athanasia said, hands cupping Damian’s face. He tried to move away. She gripped tighter, but still made sure not to hurt him. “Listen to me,” she stressed, “I am leaving. I have to go somewhere, and I will not be back until I find Dányál.”

“Dányál is–.”

“I said what I said,” she interrupted. “Understand?”

He scowled. It was cute. “No.”

“Too bad. Do not stop pestering Mother about meeting our Father, understand? Hopefully the next time we see each other, you will be with him and I will have our brother. But when you do meet him, do not mention me or Danny. Promise me.”

“I promise.”

“Good.”

Damian huffed. “Remove your hands before I remove them for you.”

“No,” she said, and pulled him into a rare hug. He squawked, and wiggled away not even a second later. “Fight Mara for me while I’m gone.”

She slipped him a communicator she remade that only went to the matching one she was keeping for herself. He hid it in his clothes immediately.

And then she left to die, but not really.

Her heart stopped for five minutes.

At age sixteen, she finally found her should-be-dead brother.

He was in a haunted town in Illinois. Ghosts were real, apparently, and made themselves at home in this town. It was…odd. And ironic. And Athanasia couldn’t be happier.

She found that he was adopted by a scientific couple, who went from hunting ghosts with no ethics at all to studying ghosts with ethics. They had an 19 year old daughter named Jasmine, and Dányál went solely by ‘Danny’ but everyone (adults, really) occasionally called him ‘Daniel’. He had two best friends: Sam Manson and Tucker Foley. They were good people.

Dányál also seemed to be unknowingly following in their father’s footsteps. He and Phantom were obviously the same person. Although, Phantom often called himself a ghost. Dányál wasn’t one.

And as much as Athanasia wanted to make her presence known, and hug her twin for the first time in six years… She couldn’t. He was happy here, even with constantly fighting ghosts.

So, with plans to keep an eye on him, she left Amity Park.

And then went to Gotham City.

A year ago, Damian sent through their one way communicators that he was now with Father. From time to time, she now checked on Damian from afar when passing through, not yet in person because Dányál still wasn’t with her.

She also regularly broke into Jason Todd’s safe houses and stole one or two guns, or pushed the furniture five inches in various directions, or messed up his meticulously organized books, or stole food that he made.

It wasn’t what she saw herself doing after faking her death, but, well… At least they were all out of the League.

At age seventeen, she got word the League infiltrated the Ghost Investigation Ward.

And they had Phantom.

She wasn’t able to get him out until after she turned eighteen.

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At age five, Damian lost a brother.

The day started out normal. Nothing out of the ordinary. He trained, sometimes with Mother, but more often than not with other instructors. Sometimes Grandfather watched, and he did this time. It surprised him, not that he would show it.

Later that night, Athanasia snuck in. Unshed tears were in her eyes. Immediately, he was on alert.

“…Uhkti?” he asked.

Athanasia moved to sit in front of him on his bed. She reached her hands out until she was cupping his face, which was odd. Dányál did that, usually, but almost always to be annoying. The action felt…weird coming from his sister in a more serious way. He wanted to move but was frozen.

“I have to tell you something,” she spoke slowly.

With a start, he realized she was sad. Why was she sad? Not many things could upset his big sister.

“What is it?”

“…Dányál is gone,” she said. Her voice choked. “Dán– Danny is gone, Dames. He… He will not be coming back to the League. I’m sorry.”

Damian’s confusion crumbled into sorrow.

Seeing Athanasia without Dányál was something he didn’t like. For the most part, they didn’t allow the kids to interact outside of training, their cousin Mara al Ghul and the children of the Demon’s Fist included. All, except the twins.

They were born together. They lived together. They trained together – but also sometimes against each other. Those always turned into draws.

Two halves of a whole.

He once heard someone call them the Twin Terrors. He understood why – they were ruthless when they fought by themselves, but decimated opponents when they were side by side. Damian expected them to lead the Demon’s Fist together – and they did, for a short time. But then something changed.

It was abruptly only Dányál. But then Dányál died. Then it was Athanasia.

Mara said it should be her. She taunted his sister. She then began to taunt him. Athanasia never gave in, but during training she didn’t hold back. Damian did give in and vowed to beat his cousin in every fight against her, training or not.

No one called his brother weak.

(Mother seemed to agree. Two members of the League got caught speaking about perhaps Dányál al Ghul just wasn’t strong enough. They were gone by nightfall, and Damian walked in on Mother cleaning blood off of her sword.)

At age seven, he first noticed Athanasia’s hatred at their Grandfather.

It was during a training session. Him against his sister. Grandfather was watching and judging. Athanasia beat him, but he came close to beating her.

It was when Grandfather had his back turned, when they were off to the side tending to bruises and wounds, when Damian glanced up at Athanasia and saw nothing but pure hatred on her face.

It was gone a second later.

Damian almost thought he imagined it. Almost.

“Who killed our brother?” he asked one night.

They were sitting on the window sill of an opened window, squished together as they watched the stars. It was uncomfortable. Damian didn’t mind.

“Why do you think I know?” she asked in return.

“Because you are you. You learn things – detect them out.”

“‘Detect’ is a big word for a seven year old.”

“I will gut you like a pig–.”

She never told him.

He had his suspicions, though.

At age nine, Athanasia left him. Left the League of Assassins.

She said she would see him again when she found Dányál and, seeing as though their brother was dead, Damian knew he would most likely never see her again.

He sort of hated her for leaving.

Though, he still took the communicator she gave him and kept it on his persons at all times, just in case.

Just a week after she left, word spread through the League that Athanasia al Ghul died during a mission gone wrong. Mother came back with bloodstained clothes and a look in her eyes that made Damian refrain from asking any questions.

A servant tried to offer their condolences. Mother slit their throat.

He continued to ask Mother about his Father, though. She continued to refuse, and said he would learn about the man once he beat her in a fight.

Damian took that challenge to heart and made sure he got better and better and better – until he was as good as his older siblings.

Mara continued to be an annoyance and a pain. With now two of Talia’s children dead and gone, she taunted Damian with how pathetic they were. How Dányál was killed because he began to defy orders and refuse to kill. How it was only a matter of time before Damian died, too, and she would be the true rightful heir to the Demon’s Fist and then the Demon’s Head.

It was far from the truth. He might not be the fighters and killers Dányál and Athanasia were, but he was better than Mara. After all, he was the only blood son of Talia al Ghul and a great, powerful man he desperately wanted to meet. He was a far better assassin than Mara ever was.

They fought against each other during training again.

He won, of course.

He also blinded her in one eye.

At age ten, he finally got to leave to meet his father. It was not as he was expecting.

There was a rule: no killing. Damian didn’t like that rule. That was how Dányál got killed himself.

What he also didn’t like, were the hundreds of other children Father had – apparently they were Damian’s siblings. He already had siblings, two of them, and they were both gone, and he didn’t need any more of them.

He sent Athanasia a message saying that he was now with Father. He got a simple, ‘Good,’ in response and nothing else.

He was both relieved she was alive and angry that she still hadn’t come back.

“Where the fuck is your sister?” Todd asked after they first met.

Damian stared him dead in the eyes and asked, “What sister?”

“Y’know… Your older sister,” he said.

“I don’t have a sister.”

“Um, yes, you do.”

“Then what is her name?”

“It’s… Well, what the fuck does that matter? She’s your sister, you should know!”

“I told you, I do not have a sister. Do you need to be dumped in the Pit to fix your brain again?”

Todd paused. He then let out a string of curses and angrily left.

Damian smirked to himself.

Shortly afterward, Father died. Except, Timothy Drake, like the idiot that he was, believed that he was still alive.

In that way, he reminded Damian of Athanasia and how she left to find she left to find Dányál, and he also reminded him of Dányál when he snarked while fighting, which he was admittedly great at. He also excelled at detective work.

Drake eventually left to find Batman.

Damian hated Drake.

Richard Grayson was…okay. Certainly better than Drake, the insolent whelp that he was. Grayson took up Batman, Damian was Robin. It was rough at first, but they eventually got the hang of it.

It just…took some time.

And then of course Drake came back with evidence that Father was, in fact, alive.

(Damian also had a metal spine, now, but that was neither here nor there.)

At age eleven, Father came back from being lost in the time stream.

Richard went back to Blüdhaven. Drake came and went from his own place and to the manor. Todd did his own things as per usual. Cain came and went, too, but often tried to spend time with Damian.

Drake tried once, too. It shockingly went well – right up until ‘Dames’ slipped out of his mouth.

“Do not call me that,” Damian snapped, the awkward but good atmosphere disappearing within milliseconds.

Drake startled. “Whoa, okay,” he said. His hands were held up as if he was surrendering. “All right, I won’t. I’m sor– wait, Damian, come back! I’m sorry!”

Damian ignored him and stalked to his room.

At age twelve, his communicator with Athanasia went off, the message telling him to look into the Ghost Investigation Ward immediately.

Only, he didn’t see or hear it.

He was dead, at the time, thanks to Heretic.

He didn’t see it until after he came back. He tried to get into contact with his sister once he did, but something blocked the connection.

It wasn’t until months later, now at age thirteen, when he heard from her again.

And she had Dányál with her.

#dc x dp crossover #dc x dp au #dcxdp #dc x dp fic #dp x dc #dc x dp fanfiction #idk which one to use so why not all of them #my writing #hope u guys enjoy!#dpxdc #dp x dc fic #dp x dc au #danny phantom #dc #stay with me my blood #batpham

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yae-energy · 11 months

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…jotaro with an rnb singer! fiancé? also best part by her and daniel caesar would go with this 🤭

“you’re the best part”

synopsis: jotaro finally ready to give love a second chance

cast: bodyguard! jotaro x rnb singer! black fem reader (jolyne is mentioned briefly)

universe: modern au?

wc: 1.1k wrds , 5.8k char

cw: angst to comfort (?) happy ending, established relationship, very cheesy (and shitty) writing , mostly proofread (i tried my best y’all but looking at my own work makes me cringe bad)

a/n: bro im so so so mega sorry if this is so trash/not what you asked for 😭 i am not good at actually writing so pls forgive me. i hope you like it tho <3 , also thank you v much for requesting 🫶🏽 mwah.

"utterly breathtaking."

those were the words that you used to describe the blazing hues of orange, yellow, and red that painted the horizon, as the sun ultimately began its descent. causing the sweltering summer heat to finally come to a halt as a result, and instead be replaced with a gentle breeze that danced through the air. wisps of your curls being disturbed in the process whilst your eyes remained glued to the sunset.

upon looking at you, he can't help but wonder why he didn't see it back then, why he didn't pay closer attention to the way the sun beautifully kissed your skin. or how you glowed underneath the moonlight, or even the gentle tone of voice you used whenever you spoke to him.

he felt stupid- foolish, one could say.

why did he wait so long? why did he wait so long to fully relish in the prickly feeling that arose whenever your hand just so happened to glide against his own? or admire how your lips looked whenever you applied your favorite gloss.

sometimes he just can't help but wonder, why?

then the answer clicks.

he simply wasn't allowed to. falling in love with you wasn't in his job description, he was your bodyguard. his job was to protect you, to shield you from the harsh realities of your successful career, and to barricade you from the rush of paparazzi attempting to make their way to you any chance they could. he was excellent at his job, so much so that even he knew to never cross that boundary with you.

he was far too afraid to, far too afraid to hurt you like he had done others in the past. like he had done to his former wife, his daughter even. he wasn't there as much as he should have been and he knew that, no matter how understanding they were about his career and the long, long, hours that came with it. the feeling haunted him.

and for the many, many, years after the fact, he couldn't shake the feeling of guilt that he harbored deep in his soul. he just couldn't allow that again. he couldn't allow himself to hurt someone else because of his own mistakes. mistakes no one held against him anymore, mistakes jolyne managed to forgive him for long ago.

so why couldn't he do the same for himself? why did he use it as a reminder to keep himself in check? as motivation to keep you as far away from him as possible- not that, that was an easy job in itself. he did work for you after all.

24/7 he was at your beck and call. walking you to all your favorite shops whenever you felt the urge to go, escorting you out of blacked-out vehicles and being your personal buffer between you, and the obnoxiously bright flashes of light being emitted from those large, ugly, cameras.

24/7 he was with you.

and a very large part of himself is livid for waiting so long to appreciate that.

to appreciate how you'd gift him small trinkets to show gratitude for all his hard work. to appreciate how you always made a conscious effort to bring him hearty meals if you noticed he wasn't eating as well as he should've been.

to appreciate how you'd call his name so prettily whenever you needed him for something. and how it sent a kaleidoscope of butterflies to his stomach each and every time.

god, he was foolish, unequivocally so.

and it hurt too much to think about, even for him. you were so kind to him, so sweet and understanding of his past, of all the mistakes he made. you didn't judge him like he judged himself for all those years. and that's when he realized it was time to put that shame and guilt to rest.

to allow himself to feel loved and cared for despite his mistakes- that seemingly everyone forgave him for, but himself.

to allow himself to relish in the way your hands glided against his own.

to allow himself to admire the way you applied your favorite gloss.

to allow himself to be loved by you. and to be loved by you till death did you apart.

utterly breathtaking. those are the words he'd use to describe you.

you were the best part of his morning, evening and night. the best part of his career, and the best part of himself.

which brings him back to the present. all those cherished memories between the two of you acting as his sole motivation for why he was doing this. why he was so nervous as he clutched the comically tiny, black, suede box that held your ring, in his hand.

it was beautiful, just like you.

"a pretty girl needs a pretty ring, dad" were jolyne's wise words that echoed in the back of his mind while ring shopping for you. his heart full of so many emotions that he could barely contain the tears that pricked the corner of his eyes while he stood in the middle of a "tiffany & co."

and even now, as he stood beside you on your shared balcony. watching you as you watched the sunset, slow jazz playing from the vinyl record he got you got Christmas, (doubling as a 2 year anniversary gift.) leaking through the crack in the sliding door.

what was he supposed to say?

not enough words in the dictionary could describe how he felt about you. none of them could describe how utterly beautiful he thought you were. or how you made him feel every time you looked at him, or called out his name for yet another favor he pretended to be annoyed about.

nothing could describe you.

"…wonderful weather we're having…" he began. to which you replied with a short hum, your eyes sparkling like the millions upon millions of stars in the sky.

what was there to say that he hasn't clumsily said already? why did he have to say anything at all? you knew him like the back of your hand. all his good traits- his bad traits, you knew him inside and out and that's what he loved about you.

you knew what he was thinking, what he was feeling, what he wanted to say but just couldn't due to lack of words.

you knew him.

so with that in mind, he decided that words were too much. the way his legs wobbled as he got down on one knee, and the way his sweaty palms opened up the comically tiny, black, suede box should say all it needed to.

that he loved you,

unequivocally so.

#saint laurent productions #this lowkey strayed so far away from what i originally planned #but yolo #fuck it we ball #jjba x black reader #jjba x reader #jjba x you #jjba x y/n #jotaro kujo x reader #jotaro kujo x black reader #x reader #x black reader

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LOVE the idea of Nico r and Charles as grumpy little Monaco princesses.

- Keke is still a world champion, maybe he even met Nico's mom at the Monaco gp when he won, so Nico still half grows up in the F1 paddock

- everyone in F1 knows who she is. All of the drivers want to win Monaco because it's Monaco, but the second best thing about it is the possibility that Nico will give them a kiss on the cheek on the podium

- Nico's favorite driver is Kimi (finnish solidarity) but he's the only driver who never seems interested in her

- Jenson invites her out to party with him every single year. The first year that she actually shows up, he falls over the side of his yacht in shock

- Jenson also tries to impress her by taking her on a hot lap of the Monaco circuit. Afterwards, Nico insists on doing it, and beats his time. She's still the daughter of a world champion after all, and the streets of Monaco are hers

- as soon as she's old enough, Charles begins watching the races with Nico in the royal box. When max makes his debut, she immediately develops a crush. Nico takes her down to the paddock to meet him, but Charles is so nervous that she says the wrong thing and she and max end up arguing

- Charles makes it a point to flirt with Max's teammates and rivals, Carlos, Pierre, Esteban. She tries flirting with Daniel and Nico finally steps in because as nice as Daniel is, he's definitely too old for Charles

Oh plss!

Nico with her f1 champion dad so zhe knows so much about cars and racing. Everyone assumes she is a stupid spoiled girl but zhe is so clever and for sure used to do karting under a fake name!

Pls everyone knows Nico and wants to win monaco! Firstnm cos the tiny princess would come toddle out to help give the prizes which was too cute, but now because she is so beautiful and will kiss the cheek of the winner which they all want! Its said its good luck for the rest of the season!

Nico's fav driver being Kimi ksks. She practises her Finnish on him and just flirts once she is old enough and he allows it but pretends to not care (his cheeks go red when she kisses his cheek on the podium tho ssk)

Nico going to Jenson's party after years of him asking her, and she looks so pretty in her simple dress with her hair down and laughs so much ehen Jenson falls off the yacht seeing her wjfjei

PLS Jenson would be so fucking in love when she beats his time! She thinks he will be mad or pretend that he held back on his lap but Jenson can't stop gushing about how good she is!

- Charles being born when Nico is 12 and she isn't sure about the little crying baby but they become besties! Judt pls 18 years old Nico taking Charles with her to the podium at the race to let her help! And Charlesnlater crushing on Max nnhgg cutie! Nico would be annoyed when they are arguing cos she knows Charles is gonna complain to her lol!

#asks #royal au

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switchysyphus · 6 months

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Hunger kink fantasy - it’s super long oops

If you want to read it I’d appreciate it but if you don’t TLDR - my partner keeps me from having food all day, keeping me starving

I am allergic to some foods and generally am a really picky eater. In this situation I do have a partner and am working as a teacher.

Before falling asleep I make sure that my alarm is set for 7am since it’s a Monday morning but my partner has other plans. They secretly wake up before me and turn my alarm off. At 7:35am they wake me saying things like “babe! I thought you were awake! You have to leave for work in 10 mins.. come on wake up!” I drag myself out of bed and change quickly. I think maybe my partner has made me breakfast and I can eat in the car but he didn’t make me anything and it’s too late for me to make myself breakfast.

I teach my morning two classes while being a little hungry but used to not eating for 10-12 hours. During snack time while the kids are eating I try to go to the canteen to grab a snack but another teacher comes to me in a frantic rush saying that there is a problem with the printer and she desperately needs worksheets printed for her class in 10 minutes so I go with her to help her print her copies.

Oh well I think lunch is in an hour I can wait. The hour passes and finally it’s lunch time! I go to the staff room fridge and realise that I forgot to bring my packed lunch cuz I was rushing in the morning! I remember that I still have some money on my card that I can pay for lunch at the canteen! When I go down tho the card reader says it’s at zero so I have to put back the food I took! At this point I am starving… I try to order food but as I am about to press order my teacher friend reminds me that we aren’t allowed to order food cuz we need to set good example for the kids. I’m all out of options by now and soo hungry.

I just remind myself it’s only another 3 hours before I can go home and eat. I text my partner and tell him how hungry I am cuz I had to skip breakfast AND lunch! They say “oh you poor thing! Why don’t we go to that nice restaurant for dinner? You can fill your tummy with all the good food there!”

The hours pass slowly while I teach, soon enough the final bell rings so I can go home yay! By the time I come home it’s almost 4pm, starving I go to look in the fridge and there is nothing!

Partner chimes in and says “oh I cleared the fridge, I ate up the leftovers and threw away the expired stuff! Aren’t you so proud of me?”

I nod and say “I’m starving! Would you mind if we just order some pizza?”

They respond with “I’m not hungry babe, we will go to that lovely restaurant at 7 I already made the booking. I hope you don’t mind I invited some friends!”

I groan and say “ I havnt eaten since last night dinner! Is there really NOTHING I can eat now? Not even a small snack?”

They say “no baby, that homeless shelter needs snacks and you have a whole cupboard full of snacks so I donated them all… yes even the Cheetos and popcorn. Come let’s watch a movie to distract your hungry tummy!”

So we watch a Disney movie and they rubs my tummy which has started to growl, I curl up into them and hope that the times goes quickly. By 6:30pn partner tells me to go get ready and to dress pretty so I go shower and change starving at this point cuz it’s been almost 24 hours without any food. I get ready and they say “you look so thin in that dress baby, it looks so big on you!” I smile and nod. We leave for my favourite restaurant and as we are in the car they say oh shoot I forgot to tell you that “Daniel wanted to go for sushi for his birthday dinner so I couldn’t say no now could I? It’s HIS birthday after all!”

I start to cry cuz they know I don’t eat sushi and im allergic to the ginger and soya sauce they use. I ask if they can just turn around and drop me home but they say “no baby, my friends really want to see you! It’s been soo long and I already told them you would come. It would be rude for you not to come now” During dinner I am forced to sit and smile politely and tell everyone that I ate before coming when it’s been a full 24 hours of no food at this point! I get so hungry that try to take a sushi piece but partner slaps my hand and says “babe! You are allergic! You ate before coming.” I blush and keep talking to my friends. I suggest we go for ice cream but everyone is so tired and full now they all want to go home. On the drive home they keep rubbing their belly and saying they are wayy too much and are so full! I say I’m still hungry and ask again if we can pick up some food for me. Again they say “awww so cute for asking! But no baby, no food for that greedy tummy! Maybe if you wake up early tomorrow you will get breakfast!”

#hunger kink #fantasy #mine

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wisteriagoesvroom · 2 months

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highlights from ruth buscombe's podcast interview (or, views from a strategist baddie on the track)

listened to the ruth buscombe - the former ferrari, haas and sauber strategist - pitstop podcast over lunch and intended to make only a few notes, but she’s so sharp and funny that i ended up scribbling loads. anyway, enjoy:

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ruth’s on gardening leave atm (hasn’t said where she’s going yet. peep the quadrant hoodie tho...). they have long gardening leave because strategists and engineers have so much proprietary info on the cars, they’re usually allowed at least a year to wait it out so they don’t (in theory) bring the intel with them

ruth worked with the FIA to build and simulate where the DRS zones should be because DRS used to be a free for all across the whole track. crazy to imagine huh

on planning for a race vs being reactive: if other teams make a “wrong” strategy in a race or something unexpected like change their number of pitstops, you’d have to be fluid in responding to that or it fucks your race too. she used daniel in shanghai (?) one year as an example

ruth was with seb for his first ferrari win!! legend. there were a number of personnel changes when he arrived and then she was “left holding the strategy baby [for that race] and i was like — okay!” lol. “this was after 2014 a winless season and you don’t want that because you bring shame upon the whole of italy”. aksjsksks.

kinda wild tho. ruth called for the two stop in sepang that resulted in seb’s race win and was 25 when this happened. making the calls like that is so impressive

on vegas: the maths of poker is the same as the maths of strategy (what!!!!! incredible)

she worked with charles and says he’s a very genuine guy, and very talented obviously

they ask her about the lewis ferrari signing and she drops the lore that lewis had actually been in talks with them ages ago, before the merc era. “maybe this [urge] has always been there”.

she was a DIEHARD mclaren fan and went to the ferrari job interview as practice but ended up saying yes to ferrari 💀💀 “ferrari carbed and ice creamed their way to my heart. and they showed me the factory bits you don’t normally see” she’s so real. “i went to ferrari for the interview and then mclaren. like the old grey mclaren not the cool one now. people thought something was wrong with me cus i grew up loving mclaren and then i was going to work at ferrari” AHHAHAKSKSKKSKS

kind of hilariously, she gets motion sickness from watching and monitoring the sim side of the engineering, which is kinda why she switched to the strategy side. the switch happened after one of the races with nando and massa, she proposed unsealing a gearbox on one of the cars, a legal thing, and it got the team a good result so that was history

she thinks max will win based on pace advantage this year cus of the braking evolution this year

2026 is gonna be a huge change in the reg cus of the power unit

all the sacrifice is for race day because it’s such a punishing career travel and time-wise. “if you do not see pressure as a privilege this is probably not the job for you”

on diversity: there’s a study from before liberty media’s takeover that said “the average f1 fan is a 53 year old white male blue collar worker who lived in coventry”. and now there’s a much wider range of fans. and also directly references lewis’s mission 44 as helping to broaden reach.

“drivers are like children. you cannot say who’s your favourite child otherwise you cause like, years of therapy. even if you like one child better than the other you should never say” HELP HAHAH

she troubleshooted a (sauber?) race during one of her first races, there was nothing was loading on the pit wall screens. she’s furiously checking the backend. lights out and they had no numbers. then “the lord sent me an aborted start”. turns out it was a timezone setting issue in the computers. crazy stuff. they ended up going from the back to p6 (!!)

on joining the career ladder as a strategist: there is no strategy school so it’s about learning skills you need to do the job. e.g. doing a maths or computing degree etc. she did the formula student challenge when they build a f1 car

random but: “the first time ross brawn sent me an email i printed it out. best. day. of my life.” 😂

on strategy calls and being able to adapt for different tracks: “as a strategist you do not want to be a one trick pony. you want like. a whole field of ponies”

(the end. loved her perspective. hope we get more in the future!! the whole thing is 100% worth listening to if you have the time.)

#women in motorsport #ruth buscombe #f1 #f1blr

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I figured I should finally fill this chart out after having it sit in the gallery for months now 💀

More in depth explanations

Colby- At first Alonso really disliked the twins since they picked on his friends (he would get his revenge in the dueling club) but soon ended up becoming friends with Colby after taking care of the dragon with him- he can tolerate him is all- can’t really hang out with him if he’s always with his brother

Lottie- she’s one of the very few people Alonso will allow to stay with him in his own little hideouts when he needs his personal space - it’s just a tree out in the field with all the birds he’s taking care of . Normally if someone he doesn’t like joins him he will straight up leave or ask them to leave him alone but he enjoys her company and allows her to be there with him. Often draws alongside her to let his emotions out, she kinda introduced that to him and he’s grateful for it

Fisher- Alonso absolutely cannot stand him whatsoever and will often pick fights with him. He doesn’t hesitate to strike first if the bullying keeps going past certain boundaries, more so about his friends, he couldn’t care less if he’s the one being picked on. He often gets detention because of this

Robyn- Alonso doesn’t really think much of her, he definitely likes how competitive and excited she gets for anything Quidditch related he can relate to her as he also gets competitive- but for dueling instead sometimes goes out and plays a match or two with her, when he isn’t tired that is-

Kevin- Again doesn’t really think much- more often leaves him to his books and such. He sometimes tries to help him with his confidence in dueling by doing some friendly matches. He tries some playful taunting to try and convince him- doesn’t really work tho and backs off immediately

Cassandra- At first he didn’t like her since she made fun of his outfit- literally wearing his school uniform at the time- He surprised her slightly when he actually responded with a snarky remark instead of shying away like their other classmates causing some interest to form. His interest was sparked when she invited him to a duel (he thought she disliked him) -he barely won the duel- lied and said it was easy to get a reaction- after that they formed a mutual rivalry. Somewhere between Y2 and Y3 they grew from tolerating each other to being close friends- however they agreed to keep it a secret from everyone

Daniel- With all the adventures they’ve gone on it’s no surprise Alonso is really close with Daniel and isn’t afraid to get into fights for him- seeing as he’s his first real friend. He finds it hard however during Y3 to continue being there for Daniel after all the choices he’s making and choosing to hang out with Elliot more often- (During this Alonso ends up hanging out with Cassandra more) He gets really hurt when he gets pushed away from helping him - that emotion quickly turning into anger and a more of ‘Do what you want’ attitude- Despite that however- he won’t hesitate to throw hands with either Gridley or Elliot- even throwing a threat at both of them if they think about hurting his friend. Toward the end of Y2 is where Daniel ended up forming a small crush on Alonso however can’t focus much on that while dealing with Y3 stuff

Ivy- Much with Daniel, Alonso becomes really close with Ivy after Y1. He sees her more of a little sister and is protective of her- not that she needs to be protected. They sometimes go off and have study sessions and she helps him with homework, especially charms homework. They spend more time together after Daniel goes off with Elliot, they agree to be there for Daniel but won’t hesitate to call him out on his choices.

Not sure if you guys can see the weird little purple lines underneath some words- I don’t know how to get rid of em-

#harry potter magic awakened #hp magic awakened #hpma mc #hpma oc #harry potter #hpma #harry potter magic awakened mc #hpma original character #this took me 2 hours to write #I was just supposed to post this picture #it’s 4 in the morning 🧍‍♂️#I have to get up in like an hour #Alonso lore tho 😁

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agendabymooner · 11 months

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baby said ! daniel r. x ofc (måneskin member! ofc)

"i'm not afraid of you being vulgar, but why are you so vicious?"

summary: lester and danny ARE NOT in love. OR go dumpster diving in the comments section of daniel and lester as they continue to love each other, disrespectfully <3 (and is danny serious about his proposal?)

content warnings: it's literally just danny and lester being messy in twitter and instagram (bit of thirst tweets incoming), brief use of explicit language, some shitty proposals because i don't know how relationship transitions work lol, simp!lester and simp!danny. maneskin members appearance in the comment section.

note: demon time but it's daniel ricciardo this time. just so you guys know, this series is not done in order. i'm just posting certain headcanons that i can come up with as my brain keeps functioning. by the way, have you checked out my toto wolff fic yet?

let me know what you think!!! enjoy xx

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ethaneskin wow loressandro hows it like being the hottest out of the two of you liked by loressandro and danielricciardo

danielricciardo please suck up to her on her page thx

loressandro i was going to say my boyfriend is actually hotter than me but nvm i guess 🙃

redbullracing she's a beauty she's grace 😇

scuderiaferrari she still wouldn't go to your paddock even if you say that to her face 😜

maxverstappen1 when she doesn't look like a hellhound for once 🤯

user1 and ur the one to talk 💀

loressandro i love u liked by danielricciardo

danielricciardo you should marry me

loressandro you should ask me in person

danielricciardo okay i'll see you tomorrow :)

loressandro okay safe trip :)

user1 mA'AM?

user2 y'all I-

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tillywolff omgggggg!!! congratulations mia cara!!!

landonorris let the ipad kid be the ring bearer 👉👈

danielricciardo try harder then maybe we'll allow it

charles_leclerc welcome to the fifth circle lester !! liked by loressandro

loressandro thanks! dante didn't disappoint at all!

user1 WE DIDN'T THINK HE'D ACTUALLY DO IT WTF

user2 danielricciardo bestie when you say shit like that online you wouldn't actually do it.

danielricciardo i like to fuck around and find out.

user3 lester allie? nah, rizz-ter rizziardo. liked by loressandro and danielriccardo

user4 rizzter arizzandro-rizzardo liked by loressandro

loressandro this one takes the cake.

ethaneskin wooohooooo i hope that 2015 ticket was worth it liked by danielricciardo

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redbullracing we'll hold the reception in our paddock

scuderiaferrari you're not the first to try and snatch our italian paddock princess from us

maxverstappen1 congratulations!

pierregasly getting my suit ready what's the dress code?

loressandro nobody said you were invited tho???

pierregasly your gift from me will be nothing but disappointment.

carlossainzjr so will you finally admit that you searched for her twitter username after seeing her at their eurovision performance?

loressandro what.

user1 daniel ricciardo you are F U C K E D big time lad

danielricciardo hahaha that was meant for our 20th anniversary tbfh sorry babe.

user2 that's a nice ring! is that the one that you stole from my grandma? that's in her will i think.

danielricciardo i promise i'll find a way to feed your family

user3 there was some grave robery thing going on in our city. weren't you here yesterday?

danielricciardo i dunno what you're on about...

landonorris i lost the twitch money in my bank account. it says there was a purchase from a jewelry store. didn't you ask if you could borrow my card the other day?

danielricciardo i already paid you back?

bonus !!!

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pierregasly you are so thirsty.

loressandro AND DON'T YOU FORGET IT MF

user1 i want her energy.

user2 i want the vibe that she gives.

user3 i want someone who'll hype me like her

user4 i want her.

danielricciardo oof same!

danielricciardo man i can't wait to smother my face with a neck pillow. liked by loressandro

user5 JAIL!!! PUT THIS MAN TO JAIL!!!

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keep-the-wolves-close · 3 months

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Steady Heart

Chapter 18: What Comes Naturally

* Pairing: Slow-burn Kayce Dutton x OFC Stella Daniels

* Rating: M? (Still figuring out the rating system) (might eventually be M anyhow)

* Warnings: language, Kayce and Stella shenanigans, Ryan being an idiot

* Word count: 3,788ish

I would love to give credits to @dameronscopilot and @deanscroissant for being sounding boards for me during this whole process, giving outsider insight, being cheerleaders, and allowing me to screech at them about things that have happened during the writing process. I seriously couldn't have gotten this far without y'all

Author's note: Welcome to season two everyone! Off with a bang! I just finished getting more chapters queued, so I wanted to treat you all to another chapter early! I hope everyone is enjoying so far! I hope you love this chapter as well! As always feel free to scream with me, as long as you don’t mind me rambling this dang story in reply, in my ask box. I’d love to hear from y’all!

Stella jumped and opened her eyes wide as she felt a hand on her forearm. The silhouette next to her was Kayce shaped. He knelt down on the balls of his feet next to her bunk, which was beneath his. As she realized it was him, she relaxed a bit and blinked hard at him. She rubbed her eyes. Kayce had his finger over his lips in a shushing gesture. Her face scrunched at him. He motioned toward the outside and handed her glasses to her.

She put them on and followed Kayce out the door. On the way out, she grabbed her boots. She opted to put them on outside of the bunkhouse. Her brother would definitely have woken up from the sound of her boots hitting the floor. The two of them had just snuck back into the bunkhouse and gone to bed four hours ago. It was now 4:30 in the morning and Stella was very confused.

Stella stage whispered as she tried to catch up to Kayce’s six foot stature. “Kayce, wait! My legs are shorter than yours!”

“Well you better get a move on then,” he taunted smoothly as he sped up to get into the barn. Stella grumbled to herself about him being a ‘stupid long legged ass bitch.’ When she finally caught up to him, he already had Tank ready and Abigail half done.

“What are you doing?” She asked flatly.

He answered as if it was obvious. “What’s it look like? I’m getting our horses ready for the day.”

“I can see that, but why exactly?”

“Do you always ask this many questions in the morning?”

“It was two questions, first of all, and second, typically no. When I just laid down to sleep only four hours ago and I’m rudely woken up, however? Yes.” She watched amused as Kayce remembered every little detail of what she did with her saddle. He was so focused she was shocked he remembered he was in the conversation.

“So again, why are you getting my horse ready? My job here doesn’t always require her to be saddled.”

“Because there’s a bunch of bulls hiding out in a thicket.” He paused and patted Abigail’s shoulder. “And we’re gonna get ‘em out.”

Stella blinked while her brain took a second to catch up. “Wait, just you and I? Because I’m not doubting us as a team, but that’s a little much for two people and that many bulls. I’m selectively reckless, not stupid.”

Kayce huffed out a laugh. “No, sweets. All of the bunkhouse, and some of Travis’s crew. But I knew you would want to come along too.”

She squinted at him and made a hmm noise. She wasn’t shocked that with all this time apart, Kayce still knew her like the back of his hand. Of course she wanted to be in the middle of the action. She looked away and said quietly, “thank you.” She didn’t want to tell him out right that he was correct in his assumption.

Kayce laughed because he knew he was right. “I still know you, sugar.”

“You know Ryan is going to object loudly, right?” She overlooked his previous statement.

“Which is exactly why,” he pointed at Stella, “we have our horses ready to go before anyone else does. Gonna beat ‘em to the punch.”

“Okay that’s actually a great idea.”

“See? I do have those every once and a while.” They shared a laugh and brought their horses out to the round pen.

Kayce looked at Stella from over the top of his horse. She was unaware of his observation of her. Even in the middle of some scheme of theirs, she was content. Happy to go wherever the plan took them. She trusted him. He might even dare say she fully trusted him. Especially after his confession the night before. ‘Maybe it just hasn’t hit her yet. Once it does? She’ll leave. Just like Monica.’ The pessimistic voice in his head mocked him. He shook his head to get the thoughts away.

He continued studying her. A calm washed over him. He hadn’t understood how she did that to him when they were teenagers, and he still didn’t quite grasp it. Her brown hair was down for a change, which made her seem so much softer. She looked over at him and settled her glasses and smiled. By god if that didn’t stop him short for a second. ‘Oh hell.’ He had to remind himself to breathe.

She laughed quietly. “What? Is the bed head real right now?”

“No, just thinking.”

“Dear lord, that’s a dangerous thing.”

“C’mon, let’s go. Everyone should be starting to wake up.”

They made their way back into the bunkhouse. Lloyd and Rip were fully awake and ready to go to the barn. Everyone else slowly came to life. They were either getting out of their bunks, or milling about in the kitchen, making coffee as they tried to get their brains running.

Rip and Lloyd watched the duo come in. The men silently glanced at each other and then back to the two troublemakers. They gave off the air that they were up to something. They both wandered into the kitchen, not saying anything to anyone. Kayce grabbed two mugs and made coffee for the both of them.

Stella grabbed the mug from his hands and took a deep breath in above the steam. He remembered just how she liked her coffee. She sighed gratefully. “Oh Kayce,” the way she said his name almost stopped his heart. “You’re an angel. Thank you.”

Colby witnessed the domestic act and pulled his eyebrows together. He tapped Ryan on the shoulder and nodded to the pair. They decided to join the group in the kitchen.

“What are you two up to?” Ryan immediately accused. His eyes were barely open.

“Well damn. Good morning to you too, sweet brother of mine.” Rip chuckled into his coffee cup from the background.

“Yes, hi, good morning. Now what are you two up to?” Ryan was unamused at his sister’s potential antics this early.

“Nothing, you paranoid helicopter mom. I’m getting coffee before I go help y’all chase those bulls outta whatever thicket they got themselves hidden in.”

“Oh hell no. Absolutely not.” Rip and Lloyd decided now was the perfect time to leave and let the children sort it out amongst themselves.

“And why not? An angry cow, especially one with a calf, does just about the same amount of damage and I’ve rounded them up with y’all plenty of times. I fail to see the difference.”

Colby objected along with his best friend. “We don’t need to be concerned about you while we’re trying to worry about the bulls and dogs, Stella.”

Kayce balked at Colby’s condescension. “I don’t remember her needing to ask your fuckin’ permission, Colby.” He focused back on Ryan. “How about I keep an eye on your sister, and you all worry about the rest?”

“How ‘bout I don’t need anyone to watch out for me while rounding up. That’s what my mare is for. Thank you.”

This wasn’t going the way he’d planned. Kayce guarded her and put himself between Stella and the rest of the agitated group. “Your sister is just as good at rounding as the rest of us are. I say she goes.”

Jake interjected, “I mean she does make for one hell of a wrangler. Especially with that horse of hers.” The agreement with the opposing opinion started a loud debate. It was so distracting that Stella tugged on the back of Kayce’s shirt to let him know she was leaving and disappeared from the crowd while they made all that racket.

Kayce started quietly, “Hey,” they didn’t stop hollering so he yelled, “Hey!” The group got eerily silent and stared at the usually soft spoken man. “You all do realize she already left, right?” He smiled at the thought of her getting the drop on everyone. He might even say he was proud.

They all scrambled to make their way outside to find Stella first. They found her sitting off to the side, ready to go on Abigail. She held the reins of Kayce’s horse in her hand too. Lloyd and Rip were on their horses already as well, sitting next to her, not hiding their look of pride.

Stella said, “She’s ready to go herd the hell out of some bulls. And I’ll be damned if I listen to the opinion of several men whose asses aren’t washed, and refuse her the right.” Kayce laughed loudly as he walked toward Tank, who Stella still had a hold of for him.

Ryan accused, “You helped her plan this shit, didn’t you Kayce?”

The pair sat on their horses, and looked smug at the group not saying anything. Stella shrugged noncommittally at her brother’s accusation. Just like old times. They heard a gravelly chuckle and laughter from off to the left. It was John and Travis.

John made his word final. “Did you expect any less from either of them? She’s coming with us. Now drop it.”

Stella and Kayce found the thicket the bulls were hidden in. They both sat there in silence. Every now and again they eyed each other and made a motion, but no words were actually being spoken between them. They heard the rumble of hooves from everyone else coming. John came up on Kayce’s left and Rip and Travis were on Stella’s right.

“They’re in here,” Kayce told the group.

“You seen ‘em?” John asked.

Stella leaned forward and looked at John like he had lost his mind. “Can’t you smell them?”

“We’ll get these horses gored in that thick shit.” Lloyd added.

“Well I'm not leaving $100,000 worth of bulls in that thicket. Send in the dogs.” Rip let out a whistle command to the dogs. The working dogs followed with excited yips and barks. They all could hear the displeasure from the bulls at their hideout being invaded.

“Hey, Travis, why don't you come on over, bring a horse. We'll go for a ride, maybe chase some cows.” Travis complained in a mocking fashion to John.

“You've horse traded me enough, Travis. Time I horse traded you.”

Travis chuckled, “Oh, you think that's funny?” Lloyd and Stella laughed at Travis’s discomfort. There were more disgruntled noises coming from the thicket. Stella and Kayce looked at each other, and silently made a plan of attack.

“Boy, if this don't pucker your red eye, I guess nothing will, huh?” Stella cringed at Lloyd’s description of the task at hand. ‘I definitely could have lived without that.’

Ryan called everyone to action. “Here we go.”

“All right. Nobody be a hero. Turn ‘em together.” John directed.

“Let's go, boys.” Stella called out to everyone else as she kicked Abigail off. She was probably the only one excited for the task. All the men seemed to be a little apprehensive. Even Kayce seemed like he wasn’t as excited as before. She zigged in front of him to his left, and he zagged to her right. Rip, Lloyd and Jake encircled the herd toward the back to push them forward. Kayce and Stella weaved in from the sides and worked them back toward the front of the thicket.

“All right, let's split up.” Someone directed off to Stella’s right. There was so much noise, so many shouts in different directions, and bulls coming at her hot with rage, it was hard to keep up with who was yelling at who.

Stella rolled up toward the back and joined Rip. Her presence captured his attention long enough for him to be able to look her over, and then he nodded forward. They would try and push them ahead.

“Push 'em out this way, Stella-belle.” Rip directed her. She circled them off and began pushing them forward to Kayce and Ryan.

“Hurry up! Here they come!” Jake hollered.

“Go, go, go, go!” Ryan yelled at Stella as he brought up the rear behind her. Once they were out, he galloped by her to help grab the few stragglers that made a wide turn as they came out of the trees. Stella slowed to a trot and waited for Kayce to meet her. He fell into pace next to her and they started to make their way to the rest of the group to help keep the bulls in check and continuing onward.

The dogs barked from the thicket still. That caused Kayce to slow down which made Stella turn Abigail around to face him. Her eyebrows pinched together as she tilted her head at him. He motioned back to the trees. The group behind them had gridlocked the cattle to make a quick count. John came up behind Stella, and he was about to ask her what they were doing. He didn’t have time to because the friends heard one of the dogs yelp and they were off faster than a wildfire took off in dry grass.

“Kayce–”

“–Stella!” John and Ryan shouted at the same time.

“Kayce go right, I got left!” Stella aimed for where the dog was cornered. Kayce came in and wanted to push the bull away from her and the dog.

That was the plan until the bull came at Stella and Abigail full speed ahead and ready to rumble. Abigail put her head low between her knees and kept track of the bull better than Stella could have. The mare jumped right and then left and faked the bull out. It pushed him further toward the exit, but not far enough. He worked on turning around to whip back at the bay roan and her rider. Kayce slotted himself between the bull and Stella.

“Go Stella, I’ll push it out!”

Kayce yelled at the bull behind her. “Yah! Get out of there!”

The brown and white dog stuck to Abigail’s side and Stella directed them back and out the side of the thicket. She could see Ryan in the distance and he looked much paler than normal. He visibly relaxed when he saw her. The brown and white dog ran off and placed itself by the waiting group. John galloped to a place near Stella. He scrutinized her with a look that said, ‘we’ll talk about this later,’ and they waited for Kayce.

They watched as he and the bull busted through the trees. Rip galloped up by John in case Kayce needed help. Kayce reined the bull in. The black and white dog nipped efficiently at its heels. It hopped and bucked. Its drool flopped wildly through the air in strings. With a few final tugs from Kayce, the bull curved off in the correct direction to the rest of the herd. They all let go of the breath they had been holding. Rip turned around and met the rest of the group. Stella caught up to Kayce.

“You okay, cowboy?”

“Yeah, I’m good. You?”

“Had my short life pass in front of me when that bull was coming for me, but I’m good.” She laughed it off. They cantered away to join the rest of the wranglers.

Lloyd loped up to John. “Goddamn boss, that was awful reckless.”

“It's only reckless if you can't see it through.” John wiped his nose and gathered himself. “Hell of a morning, huh?” He patted Lloyd on the shoulder and cantered away.

They finally got all the bulls into the pen. Now they had to get them separated. Stella and Abigail jumped in and started pushing one of the bulls toward the chute. Ryan loped around to the opposite side to bottleneck the bull. Kayce brought up the rear, continuing to push it forward.

The bull got angry at the close proximity of the horses. It lunged toward Stella. Abigail snorted hard and dropped her head low. Practically laying on the ground. She dared the bull to come closer. The mare jumped right and then quickly left. Each time getting closer to the bull. The mare snapped her teeth, trying to bite the bulls shoulder. He felt the pressure and lunged again, but backed off and spun toward the chute.

Once the bull was in, Stella trotted off by the fence line to wait for another bull. She heard John call out her name. She sighed and turned Abigail to trot over to John. Kayce watched closely from a distance. “Yessir?”

“Come here.” He wagged his finger. When he felt she was close enough he launched into her in front of everyone. “What the hell did you think you were doing this morning?!”

Her face fell flat. Unamused at him yelling at her like she was 18 again. She waited for him to be done like a mother waits for her toddler to be finished with a tantrum. Her eyebrows tightened and raised. “I was thinking a dog was gonna get gored all to hell. Kayce thought so too. I don’t see you hollering at him.”

“Yeah well, I took a chance letting you come out with us this morning.”

Stella exploded in fury. “And what exactly did you lose John?!” She yelled back. “Absolutely nothing! You got every single one of your $100,000 worth of bulls out of that thicket, in one piece, and both of the cow dogs are alive! Seems like a small victory to me.”

“What you and Kayce did was stupid —,”

“— don’t you dare get me started on stupid, John.” She pinned him up with a look. He glanced behind her and everyone tried their best to make it look like they weren’t able to hear what was going on. She took a deep breath and tried to calmly respond. “You act like I haven’t been helping with this herd since forever. Since I knew how. I knew the risks, and your son and I had a plan. I was as safe as safe can be. We done here?”

Rather than waiting for him to snap back at her, she nudged Abigail into a trot. She took a place next to her brother. He side eyed her for a few minutes before she got annoyed and glared at him.

“You wanna talk about it?” He asked gently.

“No. He’s just being his usual impossible self. Nothing of what Kayce or myself did was out of the ordinary for any of us.” She huffed and pushed Abigail off. She had to get back into work. She jumped in next to Rip to work on getting the next bull taken care of.

Kayce sidled up beside her. Stella locked eyes with him as he silently asked her what happened. Her eyes rolled so hard, she was surprised she didn’t tumble into another dimension.

“He was yelling at me like I was 17 again about that thing this morning with that bull.”

Kayce rolled his eyes back at her. “You were completely safe.”

“That’s what I told him! I also think it’s rude he yelled at me, but not at you. No offense.”

Kayce chuckled. “None taken.”

“Why is your dad pointing over here?”

Kayce looked puzzled in his dad’s direction. “I guess I’ll go find out.”

Stella watched from afar as John directed a tough looking cowboy to Kayce. He must have been a day worker coming to look for some work before he moved on to somewhere else. She glanced over at Rip, who had also stopped to watch. Switching back to Kayce, her eyebrows pulled together. ‘What in the world is going on?’ Stella wasn’t quite sure, but she could feel that something was shifting.

Kayce’s shoulders were tense, but he straightened his back and held himself in a facade of confidence. Once he was done talking to the day worker, he turned and saw his audience of Rip and Stella. Kayce ignored Rip and came back over to Stella.

“Who’s that?”

“He goes by Cowboy. Lookin’ for day work.” Kayce explained.

“Why’d your dad have you talk to him?”

Kayce sighed. “Your guess is as good as mine, Stell.” The dinner bell rang in the distance.

“Thanks Gator!” Stella smiled and grabbed the plate he was handing to her.

He smiled at her. “You’re welcome Miss Stella.”

She went to take a seat next to her brother. Things were quiet while everyone was stuffing their faces. If there’s one thing Mr. Dutton got right, it was the person he hired to feed his employees. Gator was a fabulous cook.

Avery looked to the new worker. Not only was she intrigued, but she wanted to break the ice. “What's your name?”

“Cowboy.” He replied simply. Stella chuckled to herself at his gruff monosyllabic answer. It seemed to be a constant quirk in every cowboy she’d ever met.

Colby cut in. “Your name's Cowboy. Shit. We're all cowboys.”

Cowboy laughed but lacked amusement. “Ha. The hell you are.” He pointed to Jimmy. “And you… you ride a horse like a teenager fucks, bouncing up and down with your eyes wide, stunned you're doing it at all.”

“Only cowboy thing I’ve seen you do is clean your plate.” Ryan said as he stood. Stella let out a sigh as her brother continued to open his stupid mouth. “Stand up and tell me I can't cowboy.”

Stella reached for Ryan’s arm. “Ryan, sit the fuck down! What’re you doin’ other than making yourself look stupid?” He pulled his arm free.

Cowboy corrected her brother. “I didn't say you can't. I said he can't.” He pointed to Colby and then Jimmy. “And he sure as hell can't. And you don't want me standing up, boy. I'll beat you like a rented mule.”

“Ryan, come on! Sit down!” Stella pleaded with her brother as she saw Rip wipe his mouth angrily and start to stand up herself.

“There's one rule on this ranch, Cowboy.” Rip came over to place himself between Ryan and Cowboy. “If you wanna fight somebody, you fight me. I guess you forgot that rule, Ryan. Go sit down.”

Ryan sat down with his tail between his legs. Stella glared at him. “Serves you right, dipshit.”

He glared back at her. “Oh get off your high horse, little miss perfect.”

“Not perfect, but also not looking for a random fight with a literal stranger you just met today. Don’t be dumb.” Stella stood. She was over her brother and didn’t feel like dealing with his 12 year old brain right now.

The men watched as she walked off. She walked past Walker and slowed her pace just a smidge to listen to his singing. She wasn’t exactly a huge fan of his, but she would give credit where it was due and he could sing one hell of a lick.

Jimmy scarfed down the rest of his food and sprinted after her. “Stella!”

She spun around to face him as she walked backwards. “What?”

“Will you hold on?” Jimmy panted, trying to keep up with her angry strides. Stella halted her reversed steps. Jimmy finally caught up. “Is everything okay?”

She pointed back to the tables. “Oh you mean about that?” She scoffed. “Yeah, I just didn’t want to bear witness to my brother getting too big for his britches anymore. Because he obviously wasn’t taking my advice.”

“The one time you actually try to stay out of trouble.”

“Hey,” she dragged out. “That’s mean. Trouble just finds me.”

“Are you going home?”

“I mean, is there another reason I should stay? I haven’t properly been home in like a week.” Stella watched him.

“I just wanna be sure you’re okay.”

“I’m fine Jimmy.”

“Are you sure?” He looked around to make sure no one was nearby and softened his voice. “You left a man to hang.”

Stella crossed her arms. “That man, if I can even call him that, is threatening our home. Kayce’s home. Back in the day when we were kids, the Yellowstone and its employees were not to be fucked with. It appears that people have lost that memo over the years and they think we’ve gotten soft. They need to be reminded.”

“I mean I would’ve expected that from Kayce, but you?”

“We came up with the idea.”

“When? You didn’t talk the night before and certainly didn’t talk in the moment then.”

“Oh, but Jimmy, we did. More than enough to know what the other wanted.” She sighed heavily. “Threaten my best friend’s home, my home?” She smirked, and Jimmy got a chance to witness the offbeat look she was known for. “Rip and Lloyd are crazy and will take you out before you can think twice, don’t get me wrong. But Kayce and I are reckless apart and teamed up? Unhinged. We will put you down at the most unexpected time.” His mouth dropped open. “I’m a lot more violent when I have to be than people realize, Jimmy. I just hide it well.”

“Uh, yeah. I’m,” he couldn’t figure out how to end his sentence.

“So I’m okay. I’m gonna go home and shower and then I’ll come back to hang out or something. Sound good?”

He nodded at her dazed and watched her go off to do her thing, slightly more afraid of her now.

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