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THE MERCILESS SIREN | CHAPTER EIGHT

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summary: It is the 66th Hunger Games when Oceana Fontaine is reaped as tribute, and at just thirteen years old, the odds are certainly not in her favour. As much as it is seen as an honour for Oceana to represent her district in the games, it is also practically a death sentence. But Oceana knows she needs to go home and is determined to, no matter how low her chances are and with the help of her mentors, she might just do that. But if she is to win, she will have to learn where her biggest strengths start to turn into her biggest flaws and weigh her options carefully as she starts making choices that pushes her morality and the lengths she will go to for love.

tags: slow burn (finnick x oc), eventual violence, the usual stuff when it comes to the hunger games, weapons, not sure what else

I glance above me to see the Gamemakers, they’ve arrived early. There’s about twenty of them dressed in deep purple robes and are in the elevated stands that surround the entire gymnasium as they wander about to watch us, jotting down notes and eating at the banquet that has been set for them. Most of them are ignoring us but I can tell they have their eyes fixated on at least one tribute which means that they’ve most likely watched me.

I’m done practising my wrestling when it’s time for lunch. I make my way to the dining hall and find Gill sitting together with the Careers all at one table. The rest of the tributes seem to be eating alone. A part of me feels guilty for sitting with the Careers when the rest are all sitting alone but Clifford had told me to be friends and to be nice to them so when I’ve taken enough food for myself from the carts around the room, I make my way to them. “Hello.”

They smile at me and Briar makes some space for me to sit. We talk about everything under the sun except for anything remotely related to the games. We all have our cards close to our chest. Despite that, we manage to forge good friendships with one another as we learn about each other's districts and what we do in our free time. But then, I remember that in just a few days we’d be fighting against each other no matter if we’re allies or not, so it’s better to not get attached.

When we go back to training, I focus on the combat and weapons training stations once again, as requested by Finnick and Coral for the first day. I head to the sword fighting first and don’t bother to try my best with it, managing to hack off a few heads and limbs of the practise dummies before moving to the trident station.

I stare in awe at the tridents, they’re all much fancier than the ones in the Academy. I look at the practice dummies in the distance as I pick a silver one to use. Other than throwing knives, using a trident was one of my favourite things to do in the Academy and so it’s probably the one skill I’m confident with. The trident feels comfortable in my hand, almost like an extension of my arm as I throw it and hit the practice dummy square in the chest. I practise at the trident station a couple more times before moving on from it, going to the hand-to-hand combat station. I finish the majority of the stations on weapons and combat, and end the day with axe wielding.

I try to spot Gill in the herd of tributes leaving the gymnasium to go to each of their floors to debrief with their mentors but I don’t see him at all. I stand by the elevator for a couple more minutes only to see him reappear behind the racks of weights talking to Chase and Giselle. “Thanks for waiting for me,” he smiles as we enter the elevator together, exchanging goodbyes with them.

When we reach our floor, we’re greeted by the delicious smell of food and Stella who welcomes us back, ushering us to the dining table as she talks about how well she thought the first day of training had gone. We listen carefully to Clifford who praises us on managing to become friends with the rest of the Careers. The usual liveliness and chatter is present and it’s a breath of fresh air after the intense environment of the gymnasium. There’s a plate of salmon and a glass of water already set when I sit down next to Finnick, smiling at him as he smiles back.

“Great job out there, you two,” Clifford smiles, raising his glass up, “cheers, everyone.”

We clink our glasses against one another before resuming with our usual conversations before it’s time to debrief about the training day. We’re being told who had been watching us and how the other tributes are in comparison to us. It’s vague and brief, but I assume it’s because our mentors will be going into more detail with us individually. I take a seat on the leather couch, melting into it as I look at Coral who comes in last, shutting the door behind her.

We continue to discuss strategy and I’m given their comments based on what they’ve seen at the training session, alongside some advice.

“Now, about the weapons station…” Coral continues, flipping through her notes to find what she had scribbled down.

“I promise I’m way better than it looked like,” the words leave my mouth abruptly without permission. They look at me in confusion. “Well, it’s just that Clifford said not to show our full ability so I didn't really bother trying too much.”

“You’re telling me that’s half of your ability?” Coral asks, she seems surprised.

“Yes?” Now I’m confused, was she upset that I didn’t try my best? But that wouldn’t make sense because why would I want to let the other tributes know what I’m capable of. “Did I do something wrong?”

“No,” Finnick lets out an airy laugh, “it’s just that you hit every bullseye and every practice dummy square in the chest, Oce. Saying that’s impressive is an understatement.”

“Exactly,” Coral smiles, “well, at least we know that you’re good at weapons now…”

I’m not sure how long the debrief lasted but what I do know is that by the time we’re finished with it, I’m exhausted and ready to collapse on the bed. I don’t have any trouble sleeping unlike the previous night and wake up before dawn. The sky is still dark and I try to go back to sleep but fail, so I start getting ready for the day. A similar outfit awaits me at the front of the closet which I change into once I’ve finished showering and brushing my teeth.

I close the door gently behind me, I might as well catch the sunrise if I can’t go back to sleep. The weather today is much colder than yesterday’s, but that doesn’t bother me as I lean on the panels and watch as the night sky slowly gets replaced by hues of pink, purple and orange. At this time, the city is also slowly waking up.

“Looks like we had the same idea.”

I turn around to see Finnick. His brown hair is slightly messy and he’s dressed in a jumper with some pants. “Looks like this has become our meeting spot.”

He stands next to me and looks into the horizon. “The view you get from here is pretty,” he comments. It’s true, the only thing that can beat this view is the one you get on the Cliffs. Even the beach at sunrise or sunset isn’t as pretty as this.

“I think the only view that can beat this is the one at the Cliffs,” I smile as the cold wind blows in my face. “Gosh, I miss home.”

“What do you miss the most?” Finnick asks, looking at me over his shoulder. “Surfing? Diving?”

“Probably the more simple things,” I shrug.

“Like?” He asks.

“Like watching the sunsets on the beach, reading in my room, maybe even going to school,” I laugh. I never thought that I would be saying that I miss going to school, but I truly do miss going to school. I miss being with Aurelia, I miss surfing with Cordelia, I miss laughing at Pearl’s jokes, I miss attending classes at the Academy with Ms Bronte. I miss everything about home that I feel my heart start to ache out of sadness and longing.

Finnick sighs, “I get that.” Silence falls as we both watch the city wake up as the sun rises. The sky is now blue and clear but the weather still remains cool. I can tell he’s not sure of what to say and I don’t blame him, it must be difficult for him as well. Then I think about what might happen if I were to die in the games, how would he react? We’ve become so close in the past few days, would it affect him? I want to tell him not to get attached but I can’t seem to do that, I enjoy his company more than anything. It feels comforting. Maybe it is selfish of me to do so but I can’t help it, I like being around him.

Soon, it’s time for breakfast and we make our way to the dining table. The victors and Gill come out of their rooms one by one and Clifford gives his usual pep talk as we eat our breakfast. I get ready to go to the gymnasium as I bring my hair into a ponytail but not before I visit Coral and Finnick in the study. We go over what I need to do at today’s training session, which are mostly the survival skills and how to build things like a makeshift shelter and how to set up snares. They also make sure to tell me to go to the station where I’d learn about what is edible and what is not.

I head down to the gymnasium with Gill and have my district number pinned to my back once again. The minute all the tributes have arrived is when we’re allowed to begin going to our chosen stations and I start the day off by learning how to make snares to capture animals.

I’ve learnt how to make snares, tie a variety of knots, how to start a fire and how to make a hammock by the time it’s lunch. I sit with the tributes of District 1 and 2 like yesterday and we talk about the same topics as yesterday alongside comparing what we had eaten for breakfast. I can tell it’s hard to find a topic to talk about so most of lunch is spent just eating in silence, we’ve exhausted almost all the subjects we can talk about.

After lunch, I learn about what plants and animals are edible or not. It’s a tough list to memorise but I somehow manage to do it eventually. It’s good to be smart in the games other than being good with weapons and combat. What's the use of being able to throw a spear when you’re not able to tell the difference between a nightlock berry and some innocent blueberries? I finish the day off at the ropes course and go back to the District 4 floor with Gill.

When we get back, we eat dinner as Clifford and Stella grill us on the same things as yesterday— what tributes we should watch out for, who was watching us and nearly every moment of the day. It’s much more serious than yesterday but I figure it’s because we’re closer to the games. I debrief with Finnick and Coral before escaping into slumber.

It’s the third day of training now and I’m waiting for my turn to be called out of lunch for my private session with the Gamemakers. It starts with District 1 with first the boy tribute and then the girl tribute. I wish Giselle good luck as she leaves the table, she echoes it back and now I’m left sitting opposite of Gill. Since the opening ceremony, we haven’t talked much. There’s an awkward silence in between us and it’s broken when Gill’s name is being called. “Good luck, I’m sure you’ll get a good score.”

“Good luck to you too,” he smiles, “show them what you got.”

Soon enough, after about fifteen minutes, they call my time and it’s my turn. I retie my hair, fix my posture, take a deep breath in and walk into the gymnasium. All the Gamemakers have their eyes on me as they sip their glasses of wine. It’s time to put on a show. I follow Finnick and Coral’s advice to look confident and show off my skills with the different weapons. I approach the station with the knives and take three of them from the rack as I try to relax my body to pretend like they aren’t there. My anxiety and nerves are starting to settle in as I start to realise how important it is that this session goes right. I can feel their eyes on me but regardless, I close my eyes and pretend that I’m in the Academy. My mind goes blank as soon as I throw the first knife as it lands on the target with a loud thud. I throw the second and third one before stepping back. Thank goodness, I’ve hit bullseye.

I glance back at the Gamemakers who all seem rather unimpressed so I head to the archery station where the bows made of metals are and sling the quiver of arrows over my shoulder. I’m not sure if the Gamemakers can see me but I shoot the arrows anyway before going over to the station with the tridents and spears. I throw them at the dummies before going to the slingshot station. I’m starting to grow frustrated with myself because no matter what I do, I can’t seem to capture their attention. Still, I refrain from doing anything silly on impulse and remind myself what Gill had said and Coral’s words to me. I have to show them how capable I am– that I’m worthy of a high score.

Suddenly, an idea comes to mind. I pick out every weapon I can possibly carry before approaching the Gauntlets. It’s a difficult obstacle course; the platforms rise upon landing and I must jump from platform to platform in the quickest time possible. I take a deep breath and mutter words of encouragement to myself before taking my mark and running onto the first platform.

Platform to platform, I throw the knives at a variety of practice dummies and objects as I race through the course. I throw one last knife as I finish off the course, looking up to see the Gamemakers finally looking somewhat amazed at my skill and heave a sigh of relief. But, just as my time is up, I catch one of them laughing as they attempt to open a bottle of wine.

Are they being serious right now? I can’t help but feel angry. I had risked my own safety to try to impress them and yet they’re treating it like some kind of joke. I can’t imagine how it would be for the tributes from 12 or 7 now, if they were willing to push aside a tribute from 4, they would probably not pay attention to them at all. I try to prevent myself from throwing a knife at them so I continue showing off my skills until I’m dismissed. Taking one last glance at them, I realise that I have failed to impress them as they continue drinking their wine.

author's note: hey! thanks for reading all the way! sorry for the long wait but chapter eight is finally out! if you like this consider commenting and reblogging, it'll mean a lot to me :) as always constructive criticism is welcomed!

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formulakatya · 3 months

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STOP THIS IS SO GOOD

THE MERCILESS SIREN | CHAPTER ONE

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I let out a groan as I wake up, rubbing my eyes with one hand as I prop myself up on one elbow. There’s barely any light in my room, but it’s enough to make out the rough shapes of objects. I turn my head to the left, looking out the window next to my bed.

The sky is painted shades of pink and orange as the light from the rising sun reflects off the glittering blue sea, the soft slushing of the waves against the shore filling the air.

I swing my legs off the bed and slide into my sandals, the leather sole moulded to my feet as I take a few steps forward, pulling on my wetsuit and grabbing my surfboard. I carry the wooden board out the back door, shutting it behind me gently as my foot sinks into the sand before heading straight for the ocean.

The ocean is exactly what I need today in order to calm my nerves. Usually, this part of District 4, nicknamed the Deep, would be crowded with divers about to set off for their exploration, marine biologists getting ready to sail off into the vast waters for their research and children training to be lifeguards at this time. But today, the beach was void of people. The sea, quieter than usual.

The reaping wasn’t until two. May as well catch a few waves since I can’t seem to sleep in.

Our house, being on the edge of the Deep, made for easy access to the ocean and, hence, made it easy for me to surf whenever I could. My dad had first taught me to surf when I was three, and since then I had fallen in love with it. There was something about surfing which made me feel free– well, as free as you could get, anyways.

I spend a minute or two standing by the beach, taking in the smell of sea-salt water and the sight of the waves. Taking a deep breath in, I let out a sigh as I place the board on the ground before pushing it slightly into the shallow waters. I watch the waves again, my hand gently resting on the wooden surface before I climb on top. Paddling quickly to make sure I would catch the next wave, I soon drifted far away into the marine on my board.

Though surfing or swimming in the ocean was legal in District 4, not many bothered to do it as they would rather stay on land then to venture out into the deep end where all they had was themselves to stay afloat and because only a minority of the residents in the District actually owned surfboards.

The squawking of the sea gulls pierced through the silence and peacefulness as I stood up slowly, careful to catch the right moment before shifting my weight back and forth, riding out the wave as I scaled the massive structure up and down as it gradually grew smaller.

“Waves!”

At shore was the only other person who bothered to surf with me. Cordelia Tremaine. She smiles at me as she gives me a wave, moving her hand from left to right excitedly as she grips onto her board with her other hand, her blonde hair following the motion of the wind as a few strands fly astray. I was known for spending most of my time surfing, hence most people usually referred to me with that nickname since I was the one who spent the most time on my board.

“Look, I got a new board,” Cordelia smiles, raising up her rather long wooden board. I look at it as I walk closer to her, wondering why I hadn’t noticed sooner. Her new board is in a lighter shade than her previous one with a stripe running down the middle. “Pretty, isn’t it?”

“Very,” I smile, running my fingers through my hair which was now wet, “going to try it out?”

Nodding, she smiles as she drops the small bag she had been carrying with her on the grainy surface, running up to the water with her board before sliding it beneath her. Paddling, water splashes up in the air as she approaches the incoming wave which she had clearly anticipated. She must’ve been practising as she was suddenly an expert in knowing how to time things right as she stands up at the perfect timing, catching the water as she moves gracefully across.

“Is it just me or you’ve gotten better?” I comment, smiling as I welcome her back onto dry land.

“That’s because I have gotten better,” she laughs, taking a seat on the sand. “Also, look what I brought.” Cordelia pulls out a lunch box filled with watermelon and berries and another one filled with what looks like tuna sandwiches.

“Where’d you get these?” I smile, taking a seat next to her after putting my board down, watching as she opens the boxes.

“The market,” she says, “I went there before coming here, they had some pretty good deals going on.”

“Well, today is kind of special, isn’t it,” I joke, letting out a laugh as I look into the distance.

Cordelia sighs, “I guess we all have a little more sympathy for each other on this day.”

I shake my head, bringing my knees closer to me as I reach into the lunchbox to take a slice of watermelon, plopping it into my mouth as I chew it, savouring the flavours before reaching for another slice. “Happy Hunger Games!” I try to mimic the Capitol accent the best I can, “and may the odds be ever in your favour!”

Cordelia and I burst out into laughter.

“Might as well joke about it, it’s better than spending the rest of the day in fear,” she smiles, taking a bite out of the tuna sandwich. “Hey, this sandwich is pretty good.”

Nodding, I take one out of the box, breaking the delicate pieces of bread and fish off as a comfortable silence sits over us. I chew on the sandwich as I admire the ocean while waves crash onto shore, the sky now a light blue colour as clouds drifted by.

I watch as Cordelia finishes off her sandwich and reaches into the box filled with fruits, taking a strawberry this time. If not for our appearance, we could be sisters based on how alike we are. Wavy blonde hair, olive skin and piercing blue eyes. I had to admit, she does look a little out of place in the Deep, where most of us have brown hair.

I finish my tuna sandwich and reach for some fruit while Cordelia continues to eat more sandwiches as we continue sitting in the same place. From here, you get a good view of the ocean, of course not as good as the one you would get from the Cliff, but still a good one. The ocean is bustling with life as the sun’s warmth gently caresses our skin, the blue sea glimmering underneath the light as schools of fish swim across the coral reefs, the sweetness of the fruit bursting in my mouth. It would be nice if every day was as nice as this, or at least if today was actually a holiday, but it wasn’t. Instead, we have to be at the square at two o’clock.

“I just wish I could surf all day,” I say, turning to look at Cordelia.

“Yeah?” She smiles back.

“Yeah,” I nodded, “Have nothing to worry about, just ride the waves all day before going to sleep. No school, no work. Just the ocean.”

“I thought you wanted to be a marine biologist?” She asks, her blue eyes looking at me. “Isn’t that what you’ve been studying to be?”

“Well, partly, I guess,” I reply, “I mean, that’s what mum does, it only makes sense for me to do the same…Or maybe I could be a diver.”

“It doesn’t matter that much,” Cordelia shrugs, “we still have a long life ahead of us.”

I hum in agreement, although a slight feeling of uneasiness has started to settle in me. The thought of the future scares me. There would be so much I would have to do and much more to worry about other than school and the games. I know I won’t be a teenager forever, I always knew that, but still, the thought of growing up is still terrifying.

“Do you want to do anything?”

“Let’s just surf for as long as we can and go snorkelling, I brought some snorkels with me. Then maybe tonight we can have a picnic here or something,” she smiles.

The time after the reaping was when everyone celebrated, which often meant crowded restaurants and markets. Everyone did celebrate, in relief that they or their children had been spared for another year or out of joy that their children had received the honour of representing our district in the Hunger Games before the inevitable fear would come.

We spent the rest of our free time before the reaping well, catching more than enough waves before going into the water to admire the fish and colourful reefs. It was peaceful, so peaceful that I had even forgotten about the reaping all together and by late morning we had not only calmed our nerves down but spent a decent amount of time in the ocean. To the point where our hair is soaking wet as we are drenched in sea water.

I say goodbye to Cordelia as I walk towards my house, opening the door as I bring my surfboard back in, propping it against the wall before going into the kitchen where mother and Aurelia stood, preparing breakfast.

“There you are,” Aurelia smiles, “let me guess, you went surfing?”

“And snorkelling,” I add, grabbing a towel to dry myself and my hair off. “Cordelia brought some tuna sandwiches and fruits from the market as well. Mind if we go there after the reaping? They’ve got some pretty decent deals going on.”

“Of course,” mother smiles, placing a bowl of granola with yoghurt on the kitchen island, “I assume you’ve already eaten?”

I nod, taking a cup out from a drawer and pouring water in it, looking at Aurelia who is helping cook eggs. She is my older sister and is no longer eligible for the Hunger Games as she’s now nineteen. Lucky her. We had inherited the same features from our parents, straight dark brown hair and piercing green eyes. It only really took one glance to realise we were siblings.

“Oh,” mother speaks, patting me on my shoulder to gain my attention. “I have something for you.”

I turn my head in her direction, looking at her as she runs to the back of the house to get something, my gaze following her.

“I got you a new dress for today!” Mother nearly squeals, revealing the piece of clothing to me as she holds it up.

I look at it, admiring it. The dress is a beautiful shade of blue, one that reminds me of the ocean. “Wow,” I smile, walking a few steps over to touch the fabric, rubbing it in between my fingers. “It’s beautiful.”

“I’m glad you like it,” mother smiles as she passes it over to me. “Now, go get ready.”

I nod in agreement, carrying the dress gently as I make my way to my room. I place the dress carefully on my bed before choosing a pair of shoes which I feel match the dress. Walking to the toilet, I turn on the shower. I scrub off the sand and sweat from the beach. The dress fits me well. I look in the mirror as I comb my hair, untangling the knots in them as I admire my appearance. Taking a hair tie from my dresser, I gather my hair in a bundle before tying it up in a ponytail, the ends of my hair reaching my back.

I look at my dresser, picking up a blue bracelet with a seashell attached to it and putting it on my wrist. I walk out of my room, smiling at my parents and Aurelia who shift their glance to me.

“You look beautiful, Oceana,” Aurelia smiles, hugging me tightly. Her blonde hair is put in a braid today, her pink dress matching her perfectly.

Everyone’s dressed nicely today, even father. He’s wearing a collared shirt and a pair of long pants, a big difference from his usual shirt and shorts. Mother is wearing her favourite dress, a long white one which reached her ankles and Aurelia is the only one wearing jewellery, the gold necklace which hangs from her neck shines in the light.

I force a smile at mother and father, trying to hide my nervousness which is starting to resurface as I follow them out the door.

In District 4, to be tribute for the Hunger Games is seen as a great honour– whether you come out alive or not. Of course, coming out as a victor would be the ideal situation where you’d instantly be granted not just fame and glamour but also a life of ease. And if you were to die during the games, it would be seen as dying for your district. Essentially, it is with pride that you would represent the district in the annual Hunger Games.

Last year, District 4 had produced a victor– Finnick Odair. At just 14, he became the youngest to ever win the games. And so, everyone is buzzing with excitement, impatient to see who would be the tributes for this year. Bright banners are hung on buildings as camera crews perch on the rooftops, filming our district from a birds’ eye view.

Everyone heads into the lines and signs in, the twelve through eighteen year olds are shown to the roped areas which were marked by ages. Oldest in front, youngest ones in the back. I take in a deep breath, turning behind to face Aurelia and my parents.

“Don’t be scared, Oceana,” mother smiles, placing a comforting hand on my shoulder.

I nod before turning to Aurelia who engulfed me into a hug. She mutters a few words of comfort before letting me go. I turn to father who simply smiles and nods his head.

“I should go now,” I give a shaky smile, “see you.”

I walk into the queue and sign in, familiar with the process. I mention my name and look at the lady as she pricks my finger and presses it onto the book before dismissing me. I look around before slipping into the herd of other 13 year old girls, squeezing my way through the crowd to find Cordelia.

“Cordelia,” I call, managing to find a space next to her.

“Oceana,” she smiles, relief spreading across her face. “Do you know where Pearl is?”

Her voice is barely above a whisper but I somehow still manage to hear her. “No idea, but we can always find her later.”

I nod, turning my attention back to my whereabouts. I can tell that the space is getting tighter in other parts of the square, but as for now, all of the ones eligible for the hunger games have been rounded. I look around at the rest of the thirteen year olds, recognising some of them from the academy and school as we give each other anxious glances. I turn my attention to the stage where the previous victors are, sitting on chairs as they talk to each other. There is a microphone in the centre and two large glass balls containing thousands of slips each. I stare at them, knowing that somewhere, two slips would have Oceana Fontaine written on them.

The mayor and our District escort, Stella Hendrix, takes a seat on the remaining chairs before exchanging hellos with the victors, only two of which I recognise– Mags Flanagan, the victor of the eleventh Hunger Games, and Finnick Odair, the victor of the previous and the 65th Hunger Games.

Two o’clock rolls around, and just like every year, the mayor steps up to the microphone and begins to speak. I don’t pay attention, though, it bores me to death every time. The only part I do pay attention to is when they read out the list of victors from our district— it’s a long list which I still don’t really remember. Stella takes over afterwards, smiling as she greets the district with a, “Happy Hunger Games!” She talks for a while, talking about how excited she is for the games and how honoured she felt to be in our district. Then, it’s time for the drawing.

“Ladies first, shall we?” She smiles, walking towards the glass bowl which held the names of the girls. Digging around for a little while, she pulls out a slip of paper and all of a sudden a thick silence falls, everyone eager to find out who would have the honour of representing our district.

Stella walks back to the microphone and opens the slip, straightening out before taking a deep breath in.

“Oceana Fontaine.”

author’s note: hello everyone! thank you for reading chapter one of the merciless siren! if you like this, please consider reblogging :) i’m a relatively new writer so please only constructive criticism but i would love to hear how you guys feel about this chapter! thank you!

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formulakatya · 5 months

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Would I Lie To You?

summary: a few insecurities shimmy their way into you and he assures you there’s no one else but you

requested: no

⚠️: jealousy, insecurity

pairing: any footballer you like bc i didn’t know what name to put for this

authors note: i missed posting 🥲 but life is good

🎵: would i lie to you- charles & eddie

Your lip curled in annoyance as you stared at the picture of your boyfriend sitting close to some random social media model at a charity event. She was all over him and in the many different pictures, you eyed his smile and his body language, how attentive and engaged he seemed in conversation with her.

He was loyal, you knew that but it was only a matter of seconds before the negative thoughts began to plague your mind.

The twitter page that posted the photo had gone viral in minutes and with every refresh, more likes and comments were added to the pile.

Normally, you’d ignore it all but your curiosity got the better of you and you clicked to the comments and read them.

user1: stop bc they’re actually so cute together ??

user2: who needs y/n when he can get with sofia 🤭

user3: living for these to to get together

After reading through a few more, you scoffed and tossed your phone aside.

Jealous? A little. Irritated? A lot.

You tried to go about your day but the photo remained stuck in your mind and the comments definitely didn’t help.

Meanwhile at his event, he called you a few times but was surprised to hear nothing from you. Worried, he left early and got home to your place as fast as he could, wanting to make sure you were okay.

“Y/n?” his voice called out through your flat. “Babe, are you alright? I tried calling you but I didn’t hear from you so I was worried and came home and I…” he trailed off when he saw you leaning against the kitchen counter, sipping on a glass of wine.

With a smile, he crossed the kitchen and pulled you in for a hug. “A little early for wine, huh?”

You barley smiled as you set the glass down. “How was the event?”

“It was good. A little boring, but good.”

“Hm. Was she good company?” you sneered, disappointed with yourself for the growing feeling of jealousy.

Your boyfriend pulled away confused. “Who?”

Rolling your eyes, you reached for your phone and pushed it against his chest before walking away.

“What- Y/n?” he sighed and unlocked your phone, his mouth dropping open in shock and amusement at the picture that was displayed across your screen. “Really?”

Hearing no response, he shut off the phone and left the kitchen, smiling at the sight of you curled up on the couch staring at the television.

“That’s what got you all pissed?” he asked, kneeling before you.

“Um yeah,” you deadpanned. “The two of you look pretty fucking cozy to me.”

He groaned and rested his hands on your legs. “You know you’re the only girl for me and I’d never look at anyone else.”

You pressed your lips together and shrugged.

“You believe me, right?”

Nothing was said until you nodded. The nod was hesitant but was still there.

“There is no one else for me but you, you know that.” he assured you.

“Are you sure?” you asked with a whisper.

He moved out of his kneeled position and leaned down to wrap you in a tight hug. “Would I lie to you?”

js a scrap

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formulakatya · 6 months

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when you saw judes text, you immediately got out of your class and walked as fast as you could, heart beating fast, almost threatening to jump out of your chest. your eyes were wide with thousands scenarios crossing your mind.

‘come over.’ read his first text, the second message was the one that triggered something inside you.

‘emergency’

did something happen at training? did he hurt himself? something with his mother?

when you reached the front door, panting, you knocked multiple times, your knuckles started to hurt a bit, but that didn’t matter. you waited for a few seconds and when the door opened confusion settled on your features.

“oh, dear? what are you doing here?” judes mum asked, just as confused as you. she had an apron on, meaning she was in the kitchen before you came.

you inhaled deeply, trying you best to steady your voice, “jude said there’s an emergency? i left class as fast as i could.” you explain, stepping inside and taking off your shoes.

“emergency?” denise mused, a small smile creeping on her lips, “how ‘bout you go to judes room? see it yourself.”

you thanked her quietly and made your way upstairs, hoping that jude was okay. standing infront of his door, you lifted your hand to knock at his door, but when you heard him coughing like there was no tomorrow you slammed the door open, eyes searching for him.

there he was, laying in his bed, the only visible part of his body were his eyes and nose, the rest covered by his blanket. the room was dimmed, his eyes lit up, though, when he saw you standing at his doorway.

“jude?” you called out his name, stepping closer to his bed.

“babe!” his voice was strained, weak even. he tried to sit up and when he inhaled he fell into another coughing fit, turning his body away from you.

“what happened? what emergency?” you question again, looking at his face. he seemed pretty relaxed, no signs of him going through something worth being described as an emergency.

“can’t you see, love? i’m dying.” he seemed serious, eyebrows drawn together as his upper body rested against the beds frame. his ears were slightly flushed and you noticed all the used tissues next to him.

you felt like laughing, he can’t be serious, can he?

“jude.” you begin, looking down at him, “be fucking for real, right now. don’t play with me.”

“‘m not, babe! i could be dying for all we know.”

“i’ll kill you myself, then you’ll be dead, for sure.” you take one of his pillows into your hand and hit him, as hard as you could.

“ow! babe, what the hell?” jude jumps out if his bed, now standing on the opposite of you, hands up to shield himself.

“no, come here.” you walk around the bed, he now stood in-front of you, his back against the wall, “i’ll give you an emergency.”

“that’s not how you treat ill people!” he exclaims, covering his head with his arms as you hit him with the pillow again.

“being sick is not an emergency, jude! i ran out of class for this!”

jude stands up straight, nodding as he puts his hands on your shoulders, “you’d be an amazing midfielder, i just know it-“

before he could even finish his sentence, you hit the side of his head again.

deserved.

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hello 👍 felt goofy today

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nine lives | alex albon social media au

pairing: alex albon x vet!reader

one of the many albon pets has to take a quick trip to the vet and maybe, just maybe, it comes with love at first sight masterlist if you want to leave a tip x

albon_pets

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albon_pets: horsey had a big boo boo and had to take an emergency trip to the vets but thanks to the very nice vet y/n 🦦 horsey was patched up in no time, thank you y/n !!!

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user1: why was i genuinely so worried about some stranger's cat

user2: no cause i thought something had happened to horsey and i was STRESSED

yourusername: my pleasure guys, glad horsey is back and fighting fit xx

albon_pets: thank you for your service

georgerussell63: is this the cute vet you texted me about?

landonorris: and me?

alexalbon: well yes but i wasn't prepared to be interrogated in public instagram comments

yourusername: if it makes it any better i also texted my friends about the cute guy with the cute cat

alexalbon: yes that does make me feel a lot better, it would feel even better if we could discuss just how cute we are over dinner?

yourusername: deal x

landonorris: what have i just witnessed?

albon_pets: game is game cousin lando

user3: i can't believe i just watched alex drop game in the comment section of an albon_pets post

logansargeant: horsey is a trooper

alexalbon: finally one of my friends who actually cares about the wellbeing of the little man

georgerussell63: don't slag me off you were the one who texted about cute girl first horsey condition second

alexalbon: i pay his extortionate pet insurance so i can comment on the super cute vet tech if i want to

yourusername: i can read this entire conversation btw

alexalbon: i would say they're not usually this annoying, but that would be a lie

user4: glad to see the grid is still as dumb and chaotic as ever

yourusername

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yourusername: always gotta keep them on their toes

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user7: i'm understanding why alex texted the boys about her first now

alexalbon: he's got his big boy boots on

yourusername: all he needs is a cowboy hat and mr cutie patootie's outfit would be complete

alexalbon: what if i told you i had a cowboy hat in my closet right now

yourusername: i'd ask for photographic evidence please and then maybe you could be mr cutie patootie too

alexalbon: i thought i was already a cutie :(

yourusername: you and i both know you are

georgerussell63: i will never take shit about my shirtless photos ever again after that disasterclass in flirting

alexalbon: don't hate the player hate the game georgie

landonorris: your lando no rizz pass has been revoked

yourusername: i thought it was cute :(

alexalbon: see !! and y/n's opinion is the one that matters, i don't need to sweep you dumbasses off your feet

user8: wait cause she's so cute ... new fave wag incoming i fear

yourbff: wow wag status already @yourusername

yourusername: i guess that's what they mean when they say f1 is life in the fast lane

alexalbon

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alexalbon: exploring the art this city has to offer, oh and an art gallery

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user9: move over carlos there's a new smooth operator in town

yourusername: ALEX I'M BLUSHING

alexalbon: good if you think i'm cheesy now, i'm not even at peak cheese

yourusername: you know i really like you, you don't have to flirt up a storm anymore

alexalbon: you'll never be free of my pick up lines now baby

yourusername: i guess i can deal with that :)

maxverstappen1: mr albon why didn't i know you had this way with words, why did you never help me when i was making a fool of myself in front of girls

alexalbon: every man for himself dude

maxverstappen1: not cool dude, in fact i think that jimmy and sassy need a check up

danielricciardo: oh this is brave

alexalbon: lines like that are exactly the reason you're lonely and i am with a girl way out of my league

maxverstappen1: oof remind me to never flirt with y/n again

user10: did they get some poor randomer to take a pic of them frolicking around a gallery?

user11: i am so here for boyfriend!alex i too would be worshipping the ground my gf walks on if she looked like y/n

georgerussell63: you guys are disgustingly cute, @landonorris we need you to hurry up for the triple dates to come through

landonorris: have patience i need time

alexalbon: tick tock lando

yourusername: no need to rush love lando, you can fifth wheel as always we'll still bring you along

user12: I'M SORRY LOVE?

williamsracing

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user14: guys they're williams official we've lost them

alexalbon: i've always been a cat man

yourusername: the greenest of green flags

alexalbon: i only have green flags (and an occasional blue flag on a bad day)

logansargeant: thank you y/n i had so much fun !!

yourusername: i'm glad you did logan, you'll need to join alex and i with all the babies soon

logansargeant: i'll be there

alexalbon: @williamsracing extra team bonding right here

user15: i love y/n and this post just confirmed it

user16: i love when teams bring the wags in for content, especially when it includes puppies

maxverstappen1: so hypothetically if i bought jimmy and sassy to the paddock, would y/n look after them during the race

yourusername: you know i'm a trained vet not a cat sitter

maxverstappen1: i know i know it's super cool

yourusername: ahhhh don't worry max i'd love to see jimmy and sassy i've heard so much about them from alex

alexalbon: let's not take them home though i've seen the destruction they've caused

maxverstappen1: yeah they're super affectionate but may also use your leg as a scratch post

yourusername: i'm super i can work my magic

alexalbon: believe me i know you're magic

georgerussell63: had to make it gross didn't you

yourusername

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yourusername: here to see the race? maybe. here to watch jimmy and sassy? yes.

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albon_pets: are we being cheated on?

yourusername: no i swear i love you guys - we have a play date soon so you can meet my kitty

alexalbon: i wanna meet your kitty

yourusername: alex, later, i'm trying to reassure your sister as your pets that i still love them

pierregasly: damn alex you're rivalling me with these thirsty comments

alexalbon: HAVE YOU SEEN Y/N?

yourusername: hehehehe you're not too bad yourself

user17: the all white fit hits so hard

user18: y/n just grabbed p1 in the wag standings what a woman

landonorris: so if you've watched over jimmy and sassy does this mean we'll get @albon_pets paddock debut?

albon_pets: we hope so, roll on silverstone

alexalbon: not that i disagree but they're literally my pets bro

yourusername: i think we'll need like a wholeass stroller to get them all in

georgerussell63: the paddock about to become a whole petting zoo

yourusername: i'd love to see alex with horsey in a baby sling

alexalbon: baby i don't think he's fitting in one of those

yourusername: don't fat shame horsey babe

albon_pets

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albon_pets: welcome to the family y/n and grasshopper !!

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user21: omg they're albon_pets official as well

yourusername: thank you guys, me and grasshopper are feeling the love

alexalbon: god i love you so much (and grasshopper)

yourusername: i love you too, thank you for showing me how life should be

alexalbon: it's what you deserve, forever and always

yourusername: plus points for the taylor swift reference, let's just hope we don't end up like that song

alexalbon: i don't see us ever ending, unless that's us ending our relationship to make it a marriage

yourusername: ahhhh you sweet talker

user22: they're so in love your honour

user23: i'm not surprised grasshopper has just as good style as his mum

georgerussell63: oh wow that jumper is a look, where did you get it?

yourusername: not sure they do it in your size george

alexalbon: i'm not sure you'll be able to rock it as well as grasshopper sorry russell

georgerussell63: no need for that alex, don't pit two powerful women against each other

alexalbon: sorry i've taken custody of grasshopper i'm gonna back my son

georgerussell63: over a decade long friendship? i see

alexalbon: THAT'S MY SON

yourusername: that's hot

alexalbon

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tagged: yourusername

alexalbon: i think i'd find you in all nine lives x

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user24: what if i used my toaster as a bath bomb

user25: okay f1 it couple for real

yourusername: i love you so fucking much, you're a dream come true

alexalbon: you're like a fairytale

yourusername: you're my prince charming then

alexalbon: thank you, princess

user26: every time i tell myself i won't look in the comments cause i'll feel lonely, but i do it and then I FEEL LONELY

georgerussell63: i can't even joke this time, i'm so happy for you guys you deserve this happiness so much

yourusername: thank you georgie, i'm so glad to have you as a friend now

alexalbon: appreciate it brother

williamsracing: as the kids would say, PARENTS

yourusername: how do we feel about being a pet-friendly garage?

williamsracing: we can offer a pet friendly hospitality?

yourusername: done.

alexalbon: omg bring your kids to work day

note: enjoy this !! i love alex so much and thought this was cute, i don't usually write about him cause i love him and lily so much but i had fun writing this xx

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HELP I LOVE THIS SO MUCH

peas in a pod | oscar piastri social media au

pairing: oscar piastri x russell!reader

y/n and george russell may be twins, but they’re hardly two peas in a pod and oscar is just there for the ride

MASTERLIST | TIPS

yourusername

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tagged: oscarpiastri

yourusername: are you alex’s appendix cause you make me wanna bust 😩

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user1: excuse me 😀

user2: sometimes i’m like yeah george and y/n are defo twins and then she says shit like this and i’m like they can’t be related

alexalbon: erm what is is ?

yourusername: gosh so other people can use your appendicitis for a seat but i can’t use it to appreciate my boyf - PC gone crazy

alexalbon: the only censorship you’ll need is when my foot is up your ass

yourusername: i’d love to see you try i’ll put you back in the hospital

alexalbon: you say that but when i woke up in hospital you were crying your eyes out begging me to never do that again 🤨

yourusername: i was CHANNELLING GEORGE OBVIOUSLY

oscarpiastri: she cried about it for a good week after alex dw she loves you really

yourusername: TURNCOAT say goodbye to your bedtime privileges

georgerussell63: okay we’ll stop right there, y/n is sorry for joking about your appendicitis alex, and y/n we will not be discussing extracurricular activities with oscar. thank you.

user3: what about the people who want to hear about the extracurriculars? and maybe want to … see them?

yourusername: @oscarpiastri how do you think mclaren would feel about an onlyfans?

oscarpiastri: i think it’ll be a hard no

yourusername: ugh boring

user4: y/n talking about an onlyfans whereas i don’t believe george has even seen a naked woman

oscarpiastri: i love you and your dumb fucking pick up lines

yourusername: what do you mean i’m literally the reincarnation of william shakespeare?

georgerussell63: more like e l james

yourusername: i knew it was you who stole my copy of 50 shades GIVE IT BACK

yourusername: anyhow … i love you too babe x

user5: every comment section we learn new y/n russell lore and it shocks me everytime

oscarpiastri

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oscarpiastri: in this house i guess we celebrate hit tweets? happy one year anniversary to the alpine breakup

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user6: CAKE SCARED ME FOR A SEC I WON'T LIE

yourusername: i think the technical term is “stunting on these hoes”

oscarpiastri: for pr reasons i will not be agreeing

yourusername: @ otmar HE BROKE I’M UP

oscarpiastri: you’re going to get me into even more trouble than that tweet did

yourusername: blame me and tell them to meet me in the car park, no weapons just fists

oscarpiastri: maybe let’s not

yourusername: you don’t wanna be my sexy ring girl? :(

georgerussell63: one day of not threatening people is all i ask for

yourusername: you weren’t saying that when i beat that year 13 guy’s ass in year ten for picking on you 🤨

georgerussell63: well yes but needs must

oscarpiastri: sorry george i’m siding with y/n she’s not afraid to tell the waiter they got my order wrong

landonorris: and she can square up to the people who won’t leave us alone in clubs

georgerussell63: okay i get it damn

yourusername: SMASH

alexalbon: you can’t let anything be normal can you?

yourusername: since you wanna be in my business… lily is a smash too

alexalbon: excuse me?

yourusername: let it be known if i weren’t already with the love of my life, id steal your girl

lilymunhe: oh wow … umm ☺️😳

alexalbon: OSCAR DO SOMETHING

oscarpiastri: idk bro im focusing on being called the love of y/n’s life

user7: silly season was so boring this year thank the lord we have y/n to cause chaos

georgerussell63: do not encourage her

yourusername

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yourusername: you think i look bad, you should see the other girl. don’t touch men without their consent - and definitely don’t touch my man or you will be dealt with. trust.

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user8: someone leaked the video and omg that girl has hands

user9: she did NAWT hold back omg

oscarpiastri: i love you, thank you for defending my honour

yourusername: i love you too, i’d protect you with my life but don’t get it twisted, i’d throw hands for anyone

oscarpiastri: no but for real i’m very thankful for you standing up for me

user10: why is everyone praising this? all this shows me is that piastri is a pussy that needs his gross girlfriend to stand up for him?

yourusername: i’m going to stop you right there. that girl thought she could touch a man without his consent, and it’s completely out of order. so she was handed the consequences. oscar couldn’t do anything so it fell into my hands. you are the problem, do not talk down to him or other victims in those situations.

georgerussell63: as much as i joke, im glad you and oscar have each other.

yourusername: thank you georgie

oscarpiastri: thanks george, but your sister is the real knight in shining armour here

yourusername: i'll always save you princess 👸

alexalbon: everyone is being very sentimental but YO I KNEW YOU SAID YOU HAD HANDS BUT DAMN

user11: alex spill how brutal was it?

alexalbon: i had a front seat and it was like prime anthony joshua she was NOT playing

yourusername: oh wow that’s a big statement

alexalbon: i don’t wanna sound unprofessional but it was honestly crazy and i am so impressed y/n should really consider combat sports

yourusername: in my defence she just fully turned in on my fist

georgerussell63: okay normal service resumed she's making fun of me again :(

user12: why are we celebrating violence?

user13: people have no respect for the drivers these days, just because you’re in the same club as them does not mean that you’re entitled to harass them ??? you fuck around you’re going to find out… esp when y/n is around LOL

oscarpiastri

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oscarpiastri: so a lot has happened. i don't want to give the girl any more attention. i love my girlfriend and i love how much she loves me. cry more.

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user14: OOP HE GAGGED THE HOES

georgerussell63: "cry more" y/n has clearly been rubbing off on you

yourusername: i can assure you i've done much more than just rub off on him

georgerussell63: NO NO STOP RIGHT THERE MISSY

oscarpiastri: to be fair you walked right into that one george

georgerussell63: introducing you two really is the stupidest thing i've ever done

oscarpiastri: first of all, arthur introduced us months before you "introduced us", second of all, this is a lot coming from the guy who cried to me about how i'm so great for your sister and can't wait to have me as a brother-in-law

yourusername: AWWW GEORGIE YOU SOFTIE

georgerussell63: yes i am soft. i love love. sue me gosh.

user15: they are so aesthetically pleasing to my eyes

landonorris: so does like y/n wanna give self defence classes?

yourusername: for a price, soz nothing comes for free in this economy

danielricciardo: please can you do classes? i wanna harness your rabid chihuahua energy

yourusername: i am NOT. a chihuahua take that back daniel

oscarpiastri: she's more like a kangaroo, cute but will steal your dog and beat your ass

yourusername: true, i just wanna put you in my pouch

yourusername: that sounds weird, but i just wanna hold you and never let go

danielricciardo: okay i was just messing around no need to be disgustingly cute

logansargeant: i'm glad you're both okay, but that room service debrief went so hard

oscarpiastri: honestly if i weren't holding an ice pack to my girlfriend's face it would've been top two

yourusername: eh i think it's still top two, nothing is unseating when we were next door to lando shagging and we made it a drinking game 😭

landonorris: WHAT ????

oscarpiastri: no comment

logansargeant: no comment

yourusername: it was drink every time you moaned impressively loud 👍

landonorris: no comment

alexalbon

liked by oscarpiastri, yourusername and 822,304 others

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alexalbon: idc you can never get me to hate her ass if you poke the bear expect to get bitten

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user16: sorry to the galex truthers but y/n and alex are the superior friendship

yourusername: i knew you loved me + and i knew you loved oscar SEND ME THE LAST PIC NEW LOCKSCREEN INCOMING

alexalbon: i've been the personal photographer for both russells for years and i'm only just being appreciated

yourusername: HOLD ON i take just as many of you and lily

alexalbon: well that's easier because we're much easier to photograph

oscarpiastri: WOAH hold your horses pal, call me ugly all you want but one shall not dishonour y/n

alexalbon: okay someone spent the break at the russell house

yourusername: HE'S NOT UGLY YOU POOL NOODLE TAKE IT BACK

alexalbon: damn it's a tough crowd. and on a post literally appreciating you

yourusername: bare minimum

user17: okay the kardashians are over - netflix can we please get a drive to survive spin off about y/n, george, oscar and alex ????

landonorris: lando norris erasure

charles_leclerc: charles leclerc erasure

oscarpiastri: move over twitch quartet, there's a new sheriff in town

landonorris: okay i'm banning y/n from mclaren you've spent too much time with her and now a rookie is bullying me :(

yourusername: he ate you up... i'm so proud

landonorris: is this the environment the russells promote? @georgerussell63

georgerussell63: you're on your own on this one lando i gave up years ago

yourusername: @oscarpiastri i think that's called maximising our joint slay

oscarpiastri: they wish they were us for real

user18: i love watching a black cat gf slowly corrupt her golden retriever bf

yourusername: oscar is like an evil little kitten really

oscarpiastri: and you love it

note: quick one cause i'm in my feelings. enjoy this random oscar cuteness he is an aussie queen (also a friend of mine literally went to the same school as him it's so weird)

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formulakatya · 6 months

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hello! could you perhaps do a master list for your works as well as rules/who do you write for? and if you take requests

i really want to but i’m not sure how to so if anyone has any idea how to please let me know 😭 i’ve been trying to figure out how but thanks for asking :)) will for sure make on when i find out ALSO thank you for caring enough about my work to ask this 😭 my first ever question anon thing OMGGG

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formulakatya · 6 months

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I CARE | TAA

“ooh, i care, i care, i care, like ribbons in your hair, my stomach’s all in knots, you got the one thing that i want”

summary: where jealousy gets the best of you, you can’t help but put yourself down and trent can’t stand to watch you do that to yourself

pairing: trent alexander-arnold x f1 driver!reader

notes: ferrari are back to their winning ways in this story and based off lacy by olivia rodrigo :) sorry i just love writing to songs. also wrote this because it’s 5am and i can’t go back to sleep so excuse the terrible writing.

warnings: none i can think off, unedited work

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“OH MY GOD! oh my god! my first win in formula one!” you screamed over the radio, excited over the impressive feat after having seen the chequered flag first. “WE DID IT!”

“congratulations, (yn)!” your engineer laughed over the radio. “i’ll see you at the number one board!”

“you bet you will,” you smiled underneath your helmet as you pulled into the pit lane, the roars of your team being able to be heard as you stopped your car, climbing out to celebrate properly.

seeing them cheer and celebrate for you was a core memory you’d have forever, you were sure of that. seeing the ferrari crew clapping for you and cheering your name, you felt tears of joy form as you jumped off your car, running to them as they engulfed you in hugs.

taking off your helmet, you smiled as you received a pat on your back from your engineer. “couldn’t have done it without you, marco,” you smiled, “thank you.”

“it was all you, (yn),” he responded, “what a race.”

nodding, you looked in the background to see the rest of the ferrari crew cheering in their garage as they ran out to give each other hugs. confused, you looked at marco as you tilted your head, trying to figure out why the crew on charles’ end of the garage was celebrating in such a fashion when he had only finished in p6. “what’s going on?”

“oh charles just took the championship lead,” he replied, looking at your smile which slowly faded seeing how everyone had forgotten about your first win all of a sudden. “hey, don’t let that overshadow your first win. you did incredibly well and nothing can take that away from you.”

nodding, you laughed at how well your engineer knew you, reading your expression like an open book. “thank you, marco.”

walking away with your helmet and hans device in your hand, you took your weight on the scale, smiling at the fia official who congratulated you before waiting for your turn to get interviewed.

“and now, our winner here today, (yn) (ln)!”

chuckling as you heard loud roars and cheers coming from your pit crew and engineer, you smiled at oscar who handed the microphone to you.

“incredible job today, (yn), congratulations on your win! how does it feel getting your first win and how special does it feel being able to achieve that here in monza?”

“thank you,” you smiled, pausing for a while to come up with a good response. “obviously it always feels special coming to monza as it’s ferrari’s home race but being able to also achieve my first win here feels extra special. i’ve always dreamed of this day since i was young— taking my first win in formula one and it just feels incredible. and to take it in monza in front of all the tifosi makes this moment feels extra sweet.”

“and your teammate, charles, also just took the championship lead, how special does that feel for you knowing that ferrari are now leading the constructors’ championship?”

of course he had to bring charles up.

pausing for a while, you hesitated before speaking again. “yeah, it feels incredible knowing that we’re now leading, i mean the team has done an amazing job and they all deserve it. charles also deserves it especially after the season he has had so far so big congratulations to him as well.”

“right, thank you (yn)!”

—

sighing, you made your way to your hotel room tiredly, the sun now setting after having taken a long time with media and the team debrief, trophy in hand.

staring at the silverware, you couldn’t help but let out a deep breath.

you had made such an incredible achievement that day— taking your first victory in front of the home crowd in monza as a rookie in the sport, and yet all the chatter in the paddock was about charles.

to you, it felt unfair.

why was it always charles? why was it always him?

every single thing you did so far in this season had always been overshadowed by his accomplishments; when you had scored your first points in australia, when you had scored your first podium in silverstone. all of it had been upstaged by charles— be it him scoring a win or him simply scoring points.

you were frustrated, and rightly so.

the moment you had always dreamed of had been ruined and now it didn’t even feel remotely special. and you hated how you were jealous of the one person that had done nothing but treat you like family ever since you entered the team.

opening the door, you smiled upon seeing trent sitting on the edge of the bed scrolling on his phone. “hey,” you smiled.

“there you are!” he smiled, bringing you into a hug the minute you were within distance, “my formula one race winner.”

“yeah,” you forced a chuckle. at least there was one person who cared.

“hey,” he spoke, looking at you. “what’s wrong?”

“what do you mean?”

letting out a sigh, he shook his head as he watched you put your trophy next to your luggage. “i know you well, (yn), and i know for a fact something is wrong.”

“i just—“ you spoke, only to be cut off by your shaky breath. “why is everything i do never good enough to feel special?”

“hey, come here,” he motioned, bringing you into a comforting embrace. “what do you mean?”

“i mean, everything i do, no matter how big it feels is never special enough. at least i doesn’t feel special enough. it’s always overshadowed by something else and it’s just…” you choked on your tears that were threatening to spill out. “it’s just frustrating because no matter how hard i try it’s never enough. it’s just upsetting because no matter what it feels like i’m always second.”

silence filled the room apart from your shaky breaths as you rested your chin on trent’s shoulder as he took a while to think of something to say.

“i’m sorry,” he spoke, “i mean, i won’t say i know how it feels but i can imagine how bad it must feel but no one can ever take your achievements away from you.”

“maybe it’s just meant to be that way for me,” you sighed.

“love, don’t say that.” trent couldn’t help but feel for you as you sobbed silently in his arms, finally giving way to your emotions. “i get that it feels like your second always and everything you do is overshadowed but the truth is that there’s so many people that recognise your achievements and just how significant they are. maybe not ferrari, but i know for a fact the other drivers and teams do. and you’re good enough, more than enough, and if they don’t realise it, they’re a bunch of idiots. it’s frustrating to have your most special moments to be overshadowed by your teammate out of everyone, for sure, but that doesn’t mean what you’ve done isn’t any less significant.”

he paused, “no one can ever take it away from you— how special and talented you are and your achievements.”

“yeah?”

“yeah.”

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I CARE | TAA

“ooh, i care, i care, i care, like ribbons in your hair, my stomach’s all in knots, you got the one thing that i want”

summary: where jealousy gets the best of you, you can’t help but put yourself down and trent can’t stand to watch you do that to yourself

pairing: trent alexander-arnold x f1 driver!reader

warnings: none i can think off, unedited work

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“OH MY GOD! oh my god! my first win in formula one!” you screamed over the radio, excited over the impressive feat after having seen the chequered flag first. “WE DID IT!”

“congratulations, (yn)!” your engineer laughed over the radio. “i’ll see you at the number one board!”

“you bet you will,” you smiled underneath your helmet as you pulled into the pit lane, the roars of your team being able to be heard as you stopped your car, climbing out to celebrate properly.

taking off your helmet, you smiled as you received a pat on your back from your engineer. “couldn’t have done it without you, marco,” you smiled, “thank you.”

“it was all you, (yn),” he responded, “what a race.”

nodding, you laughed at how well your engineer knew you, reading your expression like an open book. “thank you, marco.”

walking away with your helmet and hans device in your hand, you took your weight on the scale, smiling at the fia official who congratulated you before waiting for your turn to get interviewed.

“and now, our winner here today, (yn) (ln)!”

chuckling as you heard loud roars and cheers coming from your pit crew and engineer, you smiled at oscar who handed the microphone to you.

“incredible job today, (yn), congratulations on your win! how does it feel getting your first win and how special does it feel being able to achieve that here in monza?”

“and your teammate, charles, also just took the championship lead, how special does that feel for you knowing that ferrari are now leading the constructors’ championship?”

of course he had to bring charles up.

“right, thank you (yn)!”

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sighing, you made your way to your hotel room tiredly, the sun now setting after having taken a long time with media and the team debrief, trophy in hand.

staring at the silverware, you couldn’t help but let out a deep breath.

to you, it felt unfair.

why was it always charles? why was it always him?

you were frustrated, and rightly so.

opening the door, you smiled upon seeing trent sitting on the edge of the bed scrolling on his phone. “hey,” you smiled.

“there you are!” he smiled, bringing you into a hug the minute you were within distance, “my formula one race winner.”

“yeah,” you forced a chuckle. at least there was one person who cared.

“hey,” he spoke, looking at you. “what’s wrong?”

“what do you mean?”

letting out a sigh, he shook his head as he watched you put your trophy next to your luggage. “i know you well, (yn), and i know for a fact something is wrong.”

“i just—“ you spoke, only to be cut off by your shaky breath. “why is everything i do never good enough to feel special?”

“hey, come here,” he motioned, bringing you into a comforting embrace. “what do you mean?”

silence filled the room apart from your shaky breaths as you rested your chin on trent’s shoulder as he took a while to think of something to say.

“i’m sorry,” he spoke, “i mean, i won’t say i know how it feels but i can imagine how bad it must feel but no one can ever take your achievements away from you.”

“maybe it’s just meant to be that way for me,” you sighed.

he paused, “no one can ever take it away from you— how special and talented you are and your achievements.”

“yeah?”

“yeah.”

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BLESSING IN DISGUISE | TAA

"maybe it's a blessing in disguise, i see my reflection in your eyes"

summary: where you and trent are childhood friends, you find yourself in a difficult situation, clueless on what to do, you call trent for advice.

pairing: trent alexander-arnold × freestyle skier!reader

notes: i'm back! i've been out of ideas recently but on a whim, i decided to write a story to the first audio i get on my tiktok for you page which just so happened to be reflections by the neighbourhood :) this is unedited work and a rather short story so im sorry about that!

warnings: none that i can think of, just really bad writing.

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holding your skies tightly, you waited nervously for the score. you had given your final run your all, landing the prestigious and tricky 1620 jump. “come on,” you mumbled underneath your breath. your heart pounding, you held your breath as you glanced at the score board nervously.

93.50

you could’ve swore you felt your heart break right there and then. falling down onto the snow, you looked down at the ground as you tried to compose yourself together, desperately trying to hold back the tears threatening to flow.

it wasn’t enough.

composing yourself, you stood back up as you tried your best to smile as you congratulated the winner before walking towards your coach who engulfed you in a hug. “it wasn’t good enough,” you spoke through shaky breaths, tears spilling out.

“you tried your best,” he spoke on his attempt to comfort you. “at least you landed the 1620, first time in competition!”

“yeah,” you nodded before going back to the other two medalists, shaking hands with them as you posed for a picture.

“well done on that 1620!”

“thanks,” you smiled at eileen, your training partner and also the skier who had came in third. “well done on yours as well.”

“wanna go out for dinner later?”

“sure,” you nodded, trying to think about what you would do at dinner and during the few days extra you had in austria in a pathetic attempt to cheer yourself up.

but all you could think of was the silver medal.

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staring at the ceiling, you wiped your tears dry as you let out a sigh.

why was it still not good enough?

turning your head, you picked up your phone to check the time before going through your notifications. you had put your phone on ‘do not disturb’, no doubt missing a couple of texts and calls.

trent: congratulations! what a performance!

staring at the message for a minute or so, you hesitated before opening the message, typing a quick ‘thank you’ and sending it before closing your phone and going back to staring at the ceiling.

what if you had done a different jump? what if you had executed the 1620 a little better?

looking back at your phone, you noticed trent had replied to your message as you unplugged your phone from the charging cable.

trent: if you wanna talk about it i’m free to call.

he knew you all too well.

deliberating whether you should take him up on the offer for a while, you finally decided to, dialling his number and putting the phone on speaker as you waited a response.

“hey,” trent’s voice could be heard from the other end of the line. “you okay?”

“could be better, honestly,” you replied. “how did you deal with it?”

“deal with what?”

“y’know…” you replied vaguely, not wanting to bring up the dreaded loss.

“oh,” he responded, picking up on what you were referring to. “not well to be honest, but talking to someone helped me. and lots of crying as well. i guess it was easier because we won the champions league and fa cup. seeing the fans at the parade helped as well.”

trent paused for awhile, nothing but a slight sigh being able to be heard on the other line.

“second place always feels the worst, i get that— especially losing by one point as well. but don’t be so hard on yourself, there’s no point y’know? you did everything you could’ve done and it was one hell of a performance,” he continued speaking. “i know you’re probably beating yourself up over it so don’t. there’s nothing you can do to change what happened and knowing you, you tried your best. you tried your best and that’s all you could really do. take a few days off, pick yourself up and come back stronger, y’know?”

“mhm,” you hummed in response. “it just hurts. it hurts a lot.”

“it’s only natural,” he responded. “you’ll bounce back, though, i know you will.”

“thanks, trent,” you smiled, taking in the words of advice. “you really helped.”

“no problem,” he laughed. “i’m always here if you need anything, alright, love?”

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BLESSING IN DISGUISE | TAA

"maybe it's a blessing in disguise, i see my reflection in your eyes"

summary: where you and trent are childhood friends, you find yourself in a difficult situation, clueless on what to do, you call trent for advice.

pairing: trent alexander-arnold × freestyle skier!reader

warnings: none that i can think of, just really bad writing.

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93.50

it wasn’t enough.

“you tried your best,” he spoke on his attempt to comfort you. “at least you landed the 1620, first time in competition!”

“yeah,” you nodded before going back to the other two medalists, shaking hands with them as you posed for a picture.

“well done on that 1620!”

“thanks,” you smiled at eileen, your training partner and also the skier who had came in third. “well done on yours as well.”

“wanna go out for dinner later?”

“sure,” you nodded, trying to think about what you would do at dinner and during the few days extra you had in austria in a pathetic attempt to cheer yourself up.

but all you could think of was the silver medal.

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staring at the ceiling, you wiped your tears dry as you let out a sigh.

why was it still not good enough?

turning your head, you picked up your phone to check the time before going through your notifications. you had put your phone on ‘do not disturb’, no doubt missing a couple of texts and calls.

trent: congratulations! what a performance!

staring at the message for a minute or so, you hesitated before opening the message, typing a quick ‘thank you’ and sending it before closing your phone and going back to staring at the ceiling.

what if you had done a different jump? what if you had executed the 1620 a little better?

looking back at your phone, you noticed trent had replied to your message as you unplugged your phone from the charging cable.

trent: if you wanna talk about it i’m free to call.

he knew you all too well.

deliberating whether you should take him up on the offer for a while, you finally decided to, dialling his number and putting the phone on speaker as you waited a response.

“hey,” trent’s voice could be heard from the other end of the line. “you okay?”

“could be better, honestly,” you replied. “how did you deal with it?”

“deal with what?”

“y’know…” you replied vaguely, not wanting to bring up the dreaded loss.

trent paused for awhile, nothing but a slight sigh being able to be heard on the other line.

“mhm,” you hummed in response. “it just hurts. it hurts a lot.”

“it’s only natural,” he responded. “you’ll bounce back, though, i know you will.”

“thanks, trent,” you smiled, taking in the words of advice. “you really helped.”

“no problem,” he laughed. “i’m always here if you need anything, alright, love?”

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