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being a jjk and bsd fan simultaneously requires you to scream often
#OK SO WE WON WE LOST WE WON AGAIN???#spoilers in the tags#i actually don't mind what happened to gojo bc im in love with hajime and i want more screen time for him#want the lightning dude to light my ass up#BUT BSD ENDING WAS SO BAD AND SO GOOD AT THE SAME TIME??#i cant wait until it's adapted into manga i wanna see manga fyodor dying bc he'll be much prettier#nikolai holding his hand (hehehe) in manga is necessary#i bet it'll be deeper too#anyways so many thoughts and everyone i know is going insane#bungou stray dogs#jujutsu kaisen#bsd#jjk#bsd s5 ep 11#jjk 236
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Sea Sickness
Sea Sickness
Luke Hughes x fem!reader (established relationship, but still new)
Idea: Reader gets nauseous from being on the boat at the Hughes’s Lake House and snuggles up to Luke.
Requested: Nope.
Author’s Note: I know I’m bouncing around who I’m writing for, but I’m on a NHL spree right now. I also get nauseated if I'm on a boat or in the ocean for too long. Fun Fact: I wrote the beginning part of this on a note card while working by myself in the OR today. We had a really long case where I just had to check up on people during the middle of it (hence why I wrote this on a card because I don’t like going on my phone when I’m in the OR. It's unprofessional). I don’t know any of these people personally. The closest I’ve gotten to the team (that wasn’t just playing in the band at the games or when they were walking past us down the 2023 red carpet in tampa) was a tuba was talking to some of them in his plane row on the ride back from that trip (he ended up being the tuba you see in the senior picture from 2024) and one of the coaches had to share our bus on the way back from the 2023 frozen four game with his wife and two young daughters (I kept trying to get the younger one to smile at me unsuccessfully). Someone from my hotel room also shared the elevator ride up with the entire Fantilli family the night they lost that game in 2023 (I think Adam also won the Hobey Baker award that same night). I’ve also been playing my lego lord of the rings game. Anyway, enjoy this little blurb.
Tagging some of my favorite Hughes/NHL writers, love y’all.
@wineauntie @thedevilrisen @winterbarnesblog @sc0tters
I forgot to mention that this is kinda based on the cute stuff @bedsyandco writes
I'm now sad when I'm uploading this because a friend from college drumline has an incurable brain cancer. Please keep him in your thoughts and prayers (he's only 19 or 20).
Requests are still open. Feedback is always appreciated. Also, tell me if you want to be part of a Tag List and I’ll tag you when I upload something new. If you want to only be tagged when I upload something for a certain character or shows, let me know as well.
Warning: None, just general fluff. Feeling sick on a boat.
Word Count: 488
Being on a boat wasn’t your most favorite thing in the world, mainly because the last time you were on a boat, it got stuck in the middle of the laek and had to be towed back to shore (true story), but when your boyfriend Luke invited you to spend the weekend at the lakehouse with ihs brothers and friends, you weren't going to say no. The weekend had been filled with lots of eating, playing outside, and the boys being competitive at every game they pick up (even the old board game you brought to teach them how to play). Just trying to keep up with them all was exhausting, so that’s how you ended up on the back of the boat enjoying the warm air instead of diving into the water again. The boys had been going back and forth between wakeboarding and chatting on the boat deck. With them supplying the lake with plenty of waves, the constand up and down was starting to make your stomach sick. You scooched over and made yourself comfortable laying your head on Luke’s shoulder. He then opened his arms and wrapped you in his warm embrace so you could crawl on his lap and snuggle closer to his chest.
“You feeling ok?”
“Yeah, just want to stop the constant movement.” It was getting to a point were you just wanted to stop the constant movement. It being really hot out didn’t help either.
“We’ll head to shore soon. Then we can cool off inside.”
Being wrapped up in Luke’s embrace with his fingers gently carding through your hair or down your shoulder leaving goosebumps in their wake and shading you with his fit body definitely helped keep your mind off of your stomach and the boat’s ever shifting movements. Luke wasn’t much of a pda person, but you always encouraged him to show little bits of it at least in front of his family or close friends.
Little did you know, that’s exactly who was eyeing the interaction. Jack, Quinn, Trevor, Cole, and Dylan all had stopped what they were talking about in favor of watching the interaction between you two. Eventhough they were not all related, they felt like proud older brothers seeing Luke be so considerate and affectionate in front of them. Of couse they’re all going to tease him relentlessly later about this, but they were gentlemen in regards to respecting the timing and the moment.
“Just lay down and close your eyes. We’ll be on shore soon.” You snuggled deeper into Luke’s neck keeping your eyes closed and focused on his soft skin, his natural scent, and the way his warm body curled around yours. He even tugged on your legs to pull you fully into his lap as his large frame wrapped around your body fully encasing you in his warmth and comfort.
Nothing better than enjoying the summer with those you love.
#nhl imagine#luke hughes x reader#luke hughes#hughes brothers#luke hughes fluff#luke hughes imagine#jack hughes x reader#quinn hughes x reader#nhl#nhl players#hockey#hockey imagine#new jersey devils#nj devils#umich hockey#umich imagine#umich x reader
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Necklace
(Katie McCabe x Fem!Reader)
You lost your necklace and you need it back.
Word Count: 1K
The final whistle sounded throughout the stadium and the girls on the pitch almost simultaneously dropped their chins to their chest in defeat. The game went alright but Liverpool ended up getting a goal just after halftime and you, nor the girls, could find the opportunity to equalise it, let alone go one further.
After shaking hands with the other team and the refs, you did your routine of clapping the audience and taking photos with fans.
This wasn’t your first game and this wasn’t your first loss, you understood that sometimes you don’t play as well as you could have and sometimes the other team is just better so you understood the confusion on the girls' faces when you started crying.
Whilst you didn’t get any goals, you did have a blinder of a match. You successfully saved 5 balls from going into the box and won a few tricky challenges, anyone with 1 working eye could tell you did well.
A necklace that normally sat around your neck was always a comfort, whether you lost or won, it reminded you of the hugs you used to get from your mother and holding it between your fingers was the closest you could get to that now. So when you reached for your neck and found that it was bare, tears instantly sprung to your eyes.
You looked around you briefly before the tears started to pour. You had been all over the field and fell over on all sides, it literally could have been anywhere. One hand had gone to your mouth and the other over your heart, you were trying not to hyperventilate but you needed to find that necklace.
You jumped slightly when hands settled on your shoulders, “It’s ok love, losses happen, we’ll get ‘em next time.” Your girlfriend, Katie, soothed.
You shook your head and let out a breath, “No, no, no,” You were trying to catch your breath and couldn’t express that you didn’t care that you lost.
“It is though love, you played beautifully, player of the match if it were up to me.” She tried to joke.
You took a deep breath and swallowed, “My necklace is gone,” Katie’s face dropped and she pulled you into a hug.
“Alright, do you remember if you had it before the match?”
“I did, I always make sure it’s on, and and,” You had to take another deep breath, “I always kiss it when the whistle sounds. I definitely had it.”
She moved to be an arm's length away and nodded, “Right, did you have it at halftime? On the pitch and in the room?”
You tried to think back, “Umm…” You shook your head as you couldn’t think.
“It’s alright love, it won’t be far and it won’t walk away on its own. Take a deep breath and try to think.”
You put your arm over your eyes and tried to even your breathing, “Um. I-I had it when I went to the bathroom at half-time.”
Katie clapped her hands, “Great! I’ll go look in the toilets. You go look it the room and then we’ll meet in the tunnel and look there, alright?”
You nodded and Katie took your head between her hands and kissed you on your forehead before pulling you, jogging slightly towards the tunnel. You looked everywhere in the room, high and low and Katie did the same in the bathrooms.
When you saw Katie waiting for you in the tunnel, talking to Jonas, you knew she hadn't found it and began to cry again.
"Hey, Y/N, we will find it, I've already got the girls looking on the pitch," Jonas spoke calmly although it did little to console you. You nodded and left with Katie, who wrapped her arms around your shoulders, to look for the necklace on the pitch.
The sight of all the girls looking warmed your heart. You were close with all of them so they all knew the history of the necklace. It had been passed through 3 generations and whilst your mother never got to physically hand it down to you before her premature death, it was a little piece of her with you all the time and it bought you solace before games and after losses.
Your heart melted a little bit more when you saw that a few girls from the other team were also looking. You heard your name being screamed from the crowd and when you turned around and saw a bunch of fans pointing at the floor you ran over to them, trying not to get your hopes up.
“Hi Y/N! After you took a photo with me, I noticed that a necklace fell on the floor, is it yours? Is that what you guys are looking for?” A girl no older than 16 asked you. You bent towards where the girl was pointing and found your necklace. You hugged the jewellery to your chest before hugging the girl in front of you.
“Thank you so much, you have no idea how much this necklace means to me,” You said while hugging the girl.
“You're welcome, thank you for being you. I love watching you play and it encourages me to play my best. I wish to become you someday.” The girl spoke.
“Oh my gosh, aren’t you the sweetest, here,” You took off your shirt and gave it to her and called out for a sharpie. Someone ran over to you and you signed the shirt before hugging her once again.
“Thank you,” She said while crying.
“No, thank you,” You said.
You turned around to tell the girls that the necklace had been found but you saw them watching you. You made your way over and hugged Katie who then gave you her jacket.
“Turn around, I'll put it back on you,” She smiled. When you turned around you were facing all of the girls.
“Thank you guys so much for looking,” You were still crying but you laughed as you wiped your tears. A round of ‘no worries’ and ‘your welcome’ came from the group before they swarmed you and hugged you.
After the group dispersed Katie came up and gave you another hug, “You alright now?” She spoke calmly.
You nodded into her neck, “Thank you for looking. And for getting everyone else to look, I love you.”
“I love you too,”
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end of beginning | carlos sainz
face claim: none ᡣ𐭩
requests: here !
tags: angst, break up (rebeccarlos ily pls this is just for the story)
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september 2023
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y/nstagram boyfie won another race but looking at the second pic, i may be the real winner ❤️
carlossainz princesa, contigo a mi lado, siempre soy el ganador
(princess, with you by my side, i'll always be a winner)
↳ y/nstagram stop you'll make me blush 🤭
charles_leclerc stop being gross and in love on my feed
↳ y/nstagram carlossainz should we kiss in front of him again xx
↳ carlossainz sin duda ❤️
(definitely)
↳ charles_leclerc i hate it here
user1 i want to be y/n when i grow up (i am 2 years older than her)
↳ y/nstagram then it should be i wanna be user1 when i grow up 😘 also where is your top from in your pfp, i love it!!
↳ user1 ??? im in love with you ??? it's from this little boutique near my house! i can send you one!!!
↳ y/nstagram omg i will send you the money!! 🫶
user2 this is why we stan y/n, a true girls girl ❤️
♥️ y/nstagram
francisca.cgomes even the back of you is gorgeous
↳ y/nstagram kiss me.
↳ francisca.cgomes come here 😘
↳ pierregasly i miss when my girlfriend was only My girlfriend
↳ y/nstagram not my fault she upgraded x
↳ pierregasly i will take carlos out on the first corner don't try me
↳ carlossainz you'll have to catch me first hombre
january 2024
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y/nstagram bed rotting but make it 🎀 aesthetic 🎀
user1 she still watches f1 y/nsainzers there hope
↳ user2 she hasn't been to a race in months :((( hope is dwindling
user3 the bear i'm gonna scream, cry AND throw up
↳ user4 what's the significance of the bear?? i'm new to f1 :)
↳ user3 carlos got y/n the bear when he joined f1 so she would have something to remember him by when he went away on race weekends
↳ user4 and she still has it?? it must have been like 10 years ago??
↳ user3 roughly around that!! 2015 if i'm correct...
kellypiquet i see the red bull on your screen 😉 would love to have you back with me in the paddock, P misses her bestie ❤️
↳ y/nstagram P saw me last week when i spoilt her rotten in the mall but i may take you up on that offer ❤️
user2 y/n in the red bull garages??? y/nsainzers i fear we've lost her...
↳ user1 carlos may be moving to red bull don't give up hope best friend!
march 2024
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carlossainz P1 in Australia :) thank you for the well wishes guys, maybe my appendix was what was holding me back 😉🎉
landonorris booking the surgery rn
↳ carlossainz you still wouldn't win muppet
↳ landonorris wow carlos... low blow
user1 the last pic... pls say it's y/n PLEASEEEEEEEEEE acc on my knees rn
↳ user2 i'm down there with you best friend
iamrebeccad congrats mister!! next up: the world championship
♥️ carlossainz
user3 ^^ um guys
↳ user2 don't
↳ user1 don't.
charles_leclerc i'll get you next time...
↳ carlossainz ok charlie, i believe you
scuderiaferrari forza carlos! congrats on P1, not even surgery could keep you down 💪
↳ user5 you bitches don't deserve to celebrate
maxverstappen1 strong fight there mr sainz! looking forward to japan where i'll be back on top!
↳ carlossainz fuck you
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user3 UM GUYS???????
↳ user2 do not look at f1wagupdates i'm being so serious
↳ user1 well now i have to FUCK
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f1wagupdates Carlos Sainz seen kissing Scottish model Rebecca Donaldson following his Australia GP win. He was previously linked to long time girlfriend Y/N L/N but the pair haven't been seen together since December last year. We guess this marks the end of their decade long relationship.
user2 carlos sainz i'm in your walls.
user1 man, fuck carlos sainz
user3 3 months ?? if that ?? glad his appendix burst
↳ user2 reports (twitter) are saying R + C were first seen together in January...
↳ user3 the c*rlos s*inz voodoo doll is being made as we speak.
user4 all men do is lie. what happened to "until the end of time"... i don't believe in love anymore
user5 i feel so bad for rebecca, y/n's so loved by the paddock and the fans
↳ user3 obvs no hate to rebecca, she's gorgeous and i'm sure she's lovely, this is solely carlos hate
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user6 bro fumbled the bag with y/n man
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y/nstagram different point of view 💙
redbullracing pleasure to have you back in the paddock y/n! see you in japan? 👀
↳ y/nstagram i'll be there best friends (pls stock up on coconut red bulls) 🫶
↳ redbullracing 🫡
kellypiquet the last pic?? i love you so much??
↳ y/nstagram y'all are so cute i couldn't stop myself 🤭
maxverstappen1 thanks for coming y/n! i've missed seeing you around
↳ y/nstagram missed you too maxie! P says she wants me to come to every race so you may be stuck with me this year!
↳ maxverstappen1 just please don't steal my girlfriend
↳ y/nstagram she may be your girlfriend but she's My wife
♥️ kellypiquet
francisca.cgomes why didn't you tell me you were coming!! i would have ditched pierre :((
↳ pierregasly everyday i wake up
↳ y/nstagram unfortunately
↳ pierregasly bro...
landonorris you got the champagne shot in action! missed seeing you around bug!
↳ y/nstagram had to see it with my own two eyes! congrats on the podium lan, you so deserve it ❤️
↳ landonorris let's get dinner tomorrow, it's been too long
↳ user1 mr norizz shooting his shot on main damn
↳ landonorris 🤷♂️
carmenmmundt all the girls are getting together for dinner and drinks, you coming babe?
↳ y/nstagram i'm having dinner with kelly, max and P but i'll join for drinks after ❤️
user2 goodbye goodbye y/nsainzer's you were brighter than the whole sky
↳ user3 y/n deserves the world, if That Man couldn't give it to her that's on him.
june 2024
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y/nstagram healing ❤️
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#carlos sainz imagine#carlos sainz x reader#carlos sainz social media au#carlos sainz smau#carlos sainz x you
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𝐩𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐞 𝐦𝐞
𝐭. 𝐨𝐢𝐤𝐚𝐰𝐚 𝐱 𝐠𝐧!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫
summary: toru has a praise kink— no, really. that's it.
warnings: 18+ only, minors do not interact! | gn!reader, aged up!haikyu!! no y/n, praise (toru receiving), teasing (reader receiving), a hint of overstim (reader receiving), possessiveness,
word count: 684 (the haikyu!! brainrot is real, y'all)
a/n: yeah, i got nothing to say about this. i stand by this 1000%, that man has a PRAISE KINK!!
ok i was talking about this in some tags but i’m obsessed with the idea that toru melts for praise in bed.
it doesn’t even have to be a full sentence, he’ll take anything you give him and he’ll let it go straight to his cock ego. whether it’s muttered words in between possessive kisses after he’s won a match, a shuddered “t-toru, you feel good, fuck,” or full on praising him while your mouth is full of him, gagging while complimenting him, “mm—fuck, toru you’re so big, c-can’t believe i get to do this to you,” this man will get off to it.
good luck dealing with him when his team loses because he will not stop until he wrings out every last aching compliment from you. it always starts the same with him pouting at you, moaning about how they lost because he didn't read the team right, didn't set right, couldn't get his serves perfect enough.
when you finally kiss him (mainly to shut him up but also because he's your boyfriend and you want to cheer him up), his whole demeanour changes. "ah, thank you, angel," he sighs as he presses another tender kiss against your mouth, relishing how his tongue pressing against yours can make you whimper so easily. you always made him feel like he was the best when he's with you, always so reactive under his touch as if it were the first time.
"i know something i'm always good at though. right, angel?" he says, his voice dropping in a similar way when he's figured out a team's weakness before teasing at your neck and jaw. "something that i know i can always do for you," he murmurs against your skin, his hands roaming your body possessively, chuckling as you shudder beneath him.
he leans close to your ear and whispers, "tell me. how good does just my mouth and hands on you feel hm, angel?" and beams with pride as you stutter out a shaky, "f-feels really good, toru."
heaven help you because the minute he has you pinned to the bed, he’ll lick and suck at all your most sensitive parts, relishing your whimpers and groans as he makes you cum repeatedly. he'll smile up from between your legs as you get more and more drunk on his touch, shuddering and whimpering from the multiple times he's already made you cum.
“was that good, baby? it was, wasn't it," he'll say before working you up dangerously close to the edge again, all while smiling down at you. "tell me. i’m the best you’ve ever had, right?” he says it not as a question but a fact he's merely verifying with you, waiting patiently for you to catch your breath to reply to him as he coos pet names at you. "oh, is my poor baby already fucked out? i haven't actually fucked you yet, angel. god, i guess i really am the best you've ever had."
he pauses as he starts to push himself into you, teasing you with the head of his cock, "no, that's wrong. right, angel?" he stops his movements to further punctuate his point, "i'm the best you'll ever have, right? tell me." he says, growing impatient as you stammer nonsense.
he chuckles lightly, enjoying how drunk you are on the orgasms he's already given you before tsk'ing at you. "c'mon angel, use that pretty little head of yours and tell me the truth, tell me what we both already know. you know i can't fuck you until you tell me," he taunts, mouthing at your neck again as he pushes in ever so slightly.
he only starts to fuck you when you relent, squeaking out a stuttering, “y-yes, god, toru. best i’ve e-ever had— will ever have. please!” his signature charming smile snakes its way across his face as he watches you plead for him, his pride restored as he sees you break beneath him.
he kisses you tenderly as he pushes into you in one satiating motion, filling you completely as he looks down at you with half-lidded eyes,
“say it again.”
#toru oikawa#toru oikawa x reader#oikawa x reader#oikawa x you#oikawa toru#oikawa smut#oikawa haikyu!!#oikawa tooru#haikyuu x reader#haikyu smut#oikawa haikyu#haikyu!!#haikyu oikawa#haikyu x reader#haikyuu smut#haikyu!! smut#haikyu x you#haikyu x y/n#oikawa x y/n#aged up haikyu#my writing#lana's first smut (at least for this blog lol)#haikyu fanfiction
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🏁 Winner, winner, chicken dinner - EO31
SUMMARY: Social media au, y/n is an f1 driver for porsche. 2 best friends finally get a clue.
PAIRING: Esteban ocon x fem!reader
Y/N13
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Y/N13 Proud of porsche 🖤
Sorry to end silly season before it begins, but here's to another year!
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Estebanocon how long did that take you to think of?
↳ Y/N13 dont...
↳ User1 not him exposing her like that 💀
User2 yesss! Our queen is slaying staying
PorscheF1 We'd want no one else! 🔥💛
↳ alex_albon do I mean nothing to you?
↳ Y/N13 I love you Porsche admin 😍😍
↳ PorscheF1 😳
↳ Estebanocon stop flirting with the poor admin
↳ landnorris jealous? 🤨
↳ User5 ok Grandpa, lets get you into bed
User3 Can't wait to watch next weeks gp
User4 I'm taking time off work to watch next weeks grand prix! Cant wait to see you smash it, Hungary here i come!!
User5 She's such a porsche girly, I'm living for it
User6 I dont want, I NEED that jacket
↳ User5 ikr, its GORGEOUS
Estebanocon
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Estebanocon I don't know what to write I'm lost for words we just won the Hungarian @ f1GrandPrix i will forever remember this moment!!🔥 Thank you to @ alpinef1team, without them I would not have made it, and what a drive by the legend himself @ fernandoalo_oficial he's part of this too
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alpinef1team 🔥🔥
↳ User6 alpine fr love their fire emojis
↳ alpinef1team 🔥
Y/N13 King of long captions and king of the podium!
↳ Estebanocon let me celebrate in peace
↳ User5 Mum help, they're flirting again
↳ User7 you are delulu
User8 You only got that win cause of Fernando clown 🤡
User9 💩
User10 Not the toxic Fernando fan boys in the comments 💀
fernandoalo_oficial Congrats 😁👍
↳ Estebanocon next win is yours 😉
Y/N13 added to her story!
Y/N13 Estie my bestie, we party like no others.
Reply...
landonorris I was there too you know
Y/N13 🥱
landonorris Of course you're only focused on him
Y/N13 whats that supposed to mean?
landonorris nothinggggg ;)
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lando.jpg Podium pals 😎
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User11 She looks like a godess... And they're... there.
Y/N13 Did Estie dirty there lmao
↳ lando.jpg Estie? interesting
↳ User5 HA he's so us
User6 lando got those moves 🕺
Estebanocon It was a great night to end a great day
mclaren looking good Lando! 🔥
charles_leclerc This is charles erasure
↳ lando.jpg Next time dont DNF then 🤷♂️
↳ User15 He didnt 💀
User14 Ocon embracing the squirrel
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F1gossip seems it's not just lando norris who got tired during the Belgian GP! Y/n L/n and Esteban Ocon caught snuggling up during the red flag
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User5 INTERESTING
User15 They're childhood friends, obviously they're comfy with eachother
↳ User16 Let us L/nOcon shippers live in delusion ok
User17 When is it my tuuuurn
User18 why is no one talking about how cute lando looks
User19 Lando in the liiiikes??
↳ User20 He's the #1 f1 gossiper, of course he's in the likes
Y/N13
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Y/N13 And thats how you celebrate P2
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User16 Who's the person you're playing uno with?
↳ landonorris Ocon obviously
↳ User1 More importantly who won
↳ User3 As if Y/n would ever let a man beat her
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↳ User8 She did in the race today
↳ User5 You did NOT, thats FOUL
Estebanocon I'm not accepting this slander, I beat her
↳ Y/N13 LIES
maxverstappen1 Congrats on P2, offended you didn't come out partying with us
↳ Y/N13 But merlin...
↳ User15 She's so real for choosing to watch her fave show instead of going out partying
PorscheF1 p1 here we come! 🏆🔥
↳ User21 why do all admins love the fire emoji?
↳ PorscheF1 🔥
↳ mclaren 🔥
↳ alpinef1team 🔥
landonorris You watched merlin WITHOUT ME???
↳ Y/N13 sucks to suck ig
↳ landonorris :(
User6 Her celebrating her podium with him instead of the rest of the grid 😚
↳ User10 It's so cute
↳ User22 I dont get it, are they dating
↳ landonorris not yet
↳ User5 He ships it harder than us i swear
User23 Soft launch?
↳ User24 They're BEST FRIENDS, this is not a soft launch 😭
Y/N13
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Y/N13 Happy birthday Estie bestie, 15 in a caravan turned to 25 in an f1 car so quick 🖤
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Estebanocon I hate you
↳ Y/N13 you love meeee
↳ landnorris Just kiss already pls
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↳ User5 Ayo?
User17 The media team did NOT see this one looool
User5 Bestie, the last pic I-
User23 I love it when me and my bestfriend cuddle all platonic style, jokingly flirt and have date nights... girl who you fooling?
User18 He's so baby girl
User15 They're in love
↳ User24 You're delusional (I believe you)
Y/N13
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Y/N13 Winner winner chicken dinner, what more can I say?
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User5 How about explaining that kiss!!??!?!
PorscheF1 Could not be prouder.
User25 Girl, WHAT does that mean?
landonorris Next step, first ever joint championship 😎
↳ Y/N13 in your dreams buddy
↳ landonorris i dont deserve this
Estebanocon We only know how to win
charles_leclerc Best person to share a podium with
↳ maxverstappen1 What am i?
↳ charles_leclerc a pain
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F1gossip Passionate displays from Y/n after her first Grand prix win, rushing off the podium to kiss childhood friend Esteban Ocon. Does this reveal a secret side to their relationship? Or was it a heat of the moment decision?
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User5 WE WON
User24 The pining is overrrr
User22 Y/n and Esteban finally getting together WAS on my 2021 bingo card!
↳ User26 Be honest, how many years has it been on there?
↳ User22 ....
Estebanocon
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Estebanocon the spider to my man
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Y/N13 you think you're smooth
↳ Estebanocon the smoothest
Y/N13 finally get to say i love youuuuuuu (in a non platonic way!!)
↳ Estebanocon I'll help you reach any apple you want
↳ User20 everyday i wake up knowing ill never have this
User6 I have to know, @ landonorris how much of this was you?
↳ landonorris at least 60%
↳ User14 Only 60?
↳ landonorris the pining was crazy
Y/N13
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Y/N13 finally got a clue
Estebanocon only took 20 years
#esteban ocon#esteban ocon x reader#f1 imagine#f1#f1 x reader#formula one#formula 1#formula 1 x reader#formula 1 imagine#estie bestie#f1 smau#🏁 - matts f1 works
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What we were
Summary: After losing Clint, your marriage and family begins to fall apart. Will Natasha be able to go back to what you once were?
A/N: This is going to be four chapters, but most of it is written. It’s a mix of angst, hurt and comfort. Obvious warning, there’s a major character death. Natasha and R have a daughter.
Time was unforgiving.
It had been six months since you lost Clint. Two since you asked Natasha to move out.
Four hours of sleep was the most you could get each night.
Time heals everything, people say.
Then, how come, the more time passed, the worse you felt?
Thoughts like these invade your mind, even when doing the most mundane of tasks. Like now, when you’re waiting for your daughter’s school day to be over. Leaning over your black Mercedes, you wish that your injured leg could be less of a bother and instead of driving, you could walk to pick up Anya and get distracted by the sights of the city.
The school bell rings and the quiet classrooms are full of murmurs, books stored away and steps walking -some rushing eagerly- to the exit.
Impossible to miss, Anya’s red waves are the first thing you spot. Raising a hand, she says goodbye to her friends and walks your way.
“Hi, darling” you sigh against her head.
She’s getting taller and maybe next year she won’t let you hug her. Maybe she’ll even want to take the bus while you anxiously wait for her return home. But now, she’s still a sweet child and she still lets you run your hands through her hair.
“How was Debate Club?” it’s the first thing you ask, because she’d been preparing relentlessly to beat the other team.
“We won, obviously”
“We should celebrate” a voice joins the conversation. You’re so startled that you drop the car keys.
“Mom!” Anya says, wrapping her arms around Natasha.
It makes you happy that she’s not resentful even after everything that happened. That she can love so unconditionally.
She didn’t get that from you.
“I didn’t mean to interrupt” Natasha apologizes, finally looking at you. There’s a weak smile on your face, what else can you do? “I was thinking we could go shopping for that new game you wanted?”
“Can we please, Momma?” Anya turns to you.
“Sure. Have fun. But don’t spoil your appetite. We’re having lasagna”
“Mom, our favorite” Anya nudges the Russian and you look away.
“I’ll have her home by 6” Natasha saves you the embarrassment of being forced to invite her.
“Have fun” you wave goodbye, heart beating fast.
Breaking the speed limit, you rush home. But the tears start running long before you’re parked.
You look at your sad reflection in the rearview mirror.
Natasha looks better than the last time you saw each other.
Maybe all she needed was to be away from you, to be happy again.
--
Two glasses of wine later, you’re curled up on the sofa watching your favorite comfort show and feeling better.
“What’s up, Buck?” you answer at the second ring of your phone.
“Are you ok?”
You look at the half empty glass of wine and decide that no, you’re most definitely not ok.
“Sure, why you ask?”
“I just saw her driving with Anya”
“Mhm” you look at the clock. 5:55 PM. She’s trying to be a responsible parent, at least. “Yeah, she showed up at school today. It’s good that they spent time together”
“Want me to come over?”
“No, I don’t want you two fighting in my front yard. Thanks, though”
“I’ll stop by tomorrow, ok? And if you feel like it, we can go to that Broadway show on Saturday. I got us tickets”
“Thanks, Buck”
“Ok, she’s parking outside now”
“You followed them all the way here?” you jump out of the couch, looking out the window.
“What? I was worried!”
“Sometimes I think it’s not so great that you live a few blocks away, you weirdo”
“But then I bring coffee and scones and you change your mind”
“Yeap”
“See ya, doll”
“Bye, creep”
“Oh, come on!”
You let out a laugh at his protest. Wanda and Yelena have been texting you, so you scroll, smiling at the silly pictures of Fanny or the videos of Tommy and Billy doing their crazy science experiments.
“Hi, Ma” Anya rushes past you. “Gonna change for dinner”
“Mmkay” you nod, texting Bucky to make sure he’s actually back home, and not slashing Natasha’s tires.
“So…”
“Nat, jeez” you drop the phone, not even aware that she is still here. She looks at you across the kitchen island.
Don’t think how sad it is that she looks out of place here, where it used to be home.
Don’t cry in front of her.
Don’t.
“Sorry, I’ll say goodbye and leave”
“Anya, your mom’s leaving” you busy yourself in the kitchen, looking away.
“So soon?” the girl peeks around, pouting. “We haven’t even played the game yet”
“Would you like to stay for dinner?” you give up, unable to say no to your daughter.
“You sure?”
“Yeah, I’m always making extra anyways”
Because you were used to cooking dinner for three.
Anya is happy to set the table, but you sit next to your daughter, leaving Natasha in front of her. You try to stay focused on Anya and school: the debate club, sports activities, a month in Europe for the best students.
“Mom, do you think I can reach out to aunt Carol? I have some Astronomy questions”
Natasha immediately looks at you, but you’re hyper focused on the bottle of wine and pouring the last of it until your glass is filled to the rim.
“Uh, she’s not... I’m not sure where Danvers is, sweetheart. She left Earth a while back”
“Oh, ok” the girl nods, looking at you with a frown. “Mom, what’s wrong? Is your leg hurting? What did Doctor Cho say?”
Crap.
“What’s wrong, det…?” Natasha asks, looking at you. The pet name almost rolled off her tongue.
Everything. Everything is wrong, Natasha.
“That old injury from our outlaw days. Doctor Cho gave me some pain killers. But I don’t think I’ll take them, they make me too sleepy”
“We’ll do the dishes” Natasha jumps in. “Don’t worry about it”
“Thanks”
The dishes are the least of your worries, but it’s still a nice gesture.
Maybe when she’s finally ready to ask you to divorce her, you’ll be able to coparent.
“Here, let me” she asks as you approach with the empty glass of wine. “Did Doctor Cho say anything else?”
You sigh, leaning against the counter, watching as she washes the dishes.
“She said surgery might make the pain go away. Actually, there’s a 90% chance it will work. But Anya’s got school and I’d have to do bed rest for at least five weeks. Maybe during winter break”
“I can take care of her. Drive her to school or cook dinner or…”
“You’re a terrible cook” you remind her. It’s meant to be a joke, but also a way to make her stop.
You don’t want to be a burden for someone who doesn’t want you anymore.
“Wanda could teach me”
“She’s too busy making sure the twins aren’t building a nuclear weapon in the garage”
“Is there anything I can do to help?” she asks, almost afraid of your answer.
“Can you take her to school tomorrow?” you finally say, without providing further details.
The truth is, you’ll probably cry until you fall asleep, because you miss Natasha and this is the first time you’ve seen her in two months.
And it would be better if you could sleep in, make an appointment with your therapist and then find a way to look composed by the time you have to pick your daughter from school.
“Absolutely”
“Thank you”
“You don’t have to thank me, Y/N”
The way she says your name makes you want to scream.
--
Natasha’s long gone, Anya sleeping peacefully back in her room.
You’re looking at the ceiling, tears rolling down your face and soaking your pillow.
You miss her so damn much. You love her so much.
And you also hate her. And you hate yourself for loving her.
There’s a soft knock at your door. You know it’s not Anya because she would have turned on the hallway light.
“Hey, weirdo” you look at Bucky from across the room, smiling sadly. He approaches you and wraps you in his arms. You sob against his chest, feeling like the sadness will last forever.
“I’m sorry”
“It’s ok. Let it all out. I’m here”
You don’t know when you fall asleep.
--
A lot has changed in such a short time, but by now, Anya is used to the sight of her uncle Bucky, rotating between the few breakfast foods he can make without burning everything.
“You read my mind” Anya watches as he makes blueberry pancakes.
“Has no one ever told you it’s rude to sneak up on people?” he mumbles, impressed at how silent she was.
“No, because my moms are spies and so is my uncle and my other aunt and basically half my family”
“Smart ass,” he chuckles. “Come on, eat your food before it gets cold”
“Did mom eat anything yet?” Anya sits on a stool, eating on the kitchen counter.
“Your mom’s asleep” Bucky says. In fact, you cried, had a panic attack, a couple of nightmares, woke up to drink some water and then fell asleep at 4 AM.
Basically, the usual for the past two months.
He’s so caught in his thoughts that he forgets to flip the last pancake. A knock on the front door snaps him back to reality.
“Can you turn off the stove? And pack your bag, we’re leaving in five…” Bucky yells over, opening the door without looking through the peephole first. He’s surprised to find Natasha on the other side “Can I help you?”
“I’m here to pick up my daughter”
“Does Y/N know?” He's holding on to the door so hard that the wood cracks.
“She asked me to drive Anya to school”
“Ok, I’m ready” Anya announces, aware that her mother and uncle aren’t on the best terms. She walks between them to make sure they won’t punch each other. “Bye, uncle, thanks for breakfast”
“Have a good day, sweetheart. See you Saturday”
“Right, for that musical, Beaglejuice”
“Shut up” he chuckles, kissing her forehead. Anya leans forward and hugs him goodbye.
Natasha is silent for most of the ride. Anya is looking out the window, uncertain of her mother’s mood. Maybe not saying anything is safer.
Three blocks away from school and Natasha hears herself blurting out what’s been on her mind this whole time.
“Does Barnes stay over a lot?”
“I guess” Anya mutters, still looking out the window.
“Well, do you know…”
The girl has enough, turning around to face her mother. There’s nothing but resentment in her eyes as she tells Natasha everything.
“Mom cries herself to sleep every night. Ever since you moved out, it's been hard for her to get up in the morning and act normal, let alone cook breakfast. So yeah, uncle Bucky is around all the time, just to make sure she’s at the very least alive. You’d know if you still cared about us”
“Anya…”
“I’ll walk the rest of the way, thanks for the ride” she mumbles, opening the door and rushing away. Natasha is stuck in traffic, so all she can do is watch her daughter from the car.
Just when she was starting to make things right, she fucks up again.
--
“Thanks for breakfast” you say, mouth full of pancakes.
“More like lunch” Bucky corrects.
You nod, reaching for the maple syrup.
“So, why’d you ask Natasha to drive Anya to school?”
“Is that why my door is almost broken in half?”
“I’ll fix it”
“You better” you mumble. He is still staring and you shrug your shoulders. “Just experimenting how co-parenting is gonna be when we officially divorce”
“So, you are asking her to divorce you?”
“She’s gonna ask me. Sooner or later” you keep your head down, playing with your food. You’re not hungry anymore.
“All things considered, the ball is in your court”
“Buck” you plead, dropping the fork.
“I’m just saying” he approaches your side. “You’ll only be able to heal once you know what you both want. But running away won’t help”
“You sound like my therapist”
“But does she cook you breakfast?”
“For what she’s charging me, she should, actually” both of you laugh. And damn it, you know he’s right. “Thank you, for worrying about me. And for taking care of us these past few months. I’m sorry I’m such a mess”
As if on cue, tears start streaming down your face. Bucky hugs you, kissing your head.
“It’s ok”
“I know you hate it when people cry, I’m sorry”
“Yeah, but I hate it a little bit more when you’re the one crying”
--
Luckily for your therapist, you’re all cried out by the time you reach her office. Instead, you discuss how it would be better to approach Natasha, who has always struggled with communication around difficult topics.
“I’m very happy with this session. We’ve made great progress” Doctor Thompson says and you put your fist forward.
“Fist bump” you encourage her.
“I’ll get my license taken away if we ever do this again”
For the first time in months, you leave her office feeling a little bit lighter.
Until you check your phone. 10 missed calls from Natasha.
“Nat?” you answer as she calls again.
“Is Anya with you?”
“I was about to pick her up from school” there’s a pause. “You did drive her to school, right?”
“Of course, I’m not an idiot” she shoots back.
“Well, I’m very confused because she’s only about to end her last class. Why would she be anywhere else, then?” you retort.
“Just meet me back home, ok?” she pleads.
“Fine”
She’s pacing on the sidewalk as you park.
“Care to explain?”
“The school called me an hour ago. She sneaked out after recess”
“Let’s just track her phone”
“It’s off”
“Well, fuck” you run your hand through your hair. “Did she say anything to you this morning? Did she seem upset?”
Natasha looks away, chewing on her bottom lip.
“I asked her if Barnes was staying over often”
“Natasha, for fuck’s sake” you sigh, turning away from her.
Don’t shout. You won’t solve anything by screaming at Natasha.
Your daughter is missing because your wife can’t keep her jealousy to herself. So fuck it.
“If you want to know anything, you ask me, Natasha, do you understand? You don’t go questioning our 13 year old daughter, who, by the way, has been through enough shit lately. I’m trying to protect her and you’re here implying I’m sleeping with the only friend who isn’t tired of me being a mess. Which, for the record, I’m not. And would never. Unlike you, I’m not going around fucking people outside my marriage because I’m having a hard time”
“I don’t know how to get close to you, Y/N. You pushed me out ever since…”
“No! You don’t get to put this on me. I tried for months. I tried everything. And you scoffed and ignored and stood me up. I gave up the moment I found you in bed with Carol”
Your voice breaks at the last part. That memory has been buried for so long; you want it to stay hidden, forever.
It doesn’t matter. You need to find Anya.
“What are you doing?”
“Calling Buck”
“I’m here. I’ll help you find her”
“I’ll find my daughter alone, thank you” you walk past her, waiting impatiently for your friend to pick up.
“She’s my daughter too”
“You sure as hell haven’t acted like her mother in a long time, Natalia”
You walk away, your back turned to her.
“Buck” you say, voice trembling.
“I know. She’s at the Met. Hasn’t left. I’m outside, just in case”
“How did you…?”
“I’m sorry. I was hoping I could convince her to come back before you found out she sneaked out of class”
“I’ll be there as soon as I can”
--
Again, those soft waves of red are the first thing you spot in the room. Her blue eyes are fixed on Degas and his Dance Class.
“Hey, kiddo” you stand next to her, understanding immediately why she’s looking at this painting. “We still have your ballerina shoes somewhere in a box. Your mom loved going to your recitals”
“I’m sorry for leaving school”
“I played hooky a couple of times. It’s part of life. I just want to make sure you’re ok”
“She doesn’t care if you’re able to get up in the morning but gets jealous because someone is taking care of us”
You sigh. Anya has Natasha’s heart, after all. She loves and protects fiercely.
“That’s not exactly true. Come with me” your daughter takes your hand as you leave the museum.
Central Park is still looking beautiful, even as fall approaches. Anya plops down on a bench and you take a seat next to her. A small groan leaves your lips. This damn leg.
“You know your mother was raised to be an assassin. The Red Room taught her that love was a weakness. And that she was incapable of having a family or people that cared about her. Even after all these years, insecurity can get the best of Nat sometimes”
“Why can’t we just… go back to what we used to be?” she mumbles, a tear rolling down her face.
“Oh, sweetheart” you hold her against your chest. “I want nothing more in this world”
“I miss her”
“Me too, Anya”
“It’s like we lost her the day uncle Clint died” she sobs.
“But she’s still here. And she still needs you, my sweet girl. I’m not saying you should forgive her right this second. But don’t build a wall around yourself, please”
“Ok”
“You know I lost my mom when I was 15. And a lot of that time I spent it angry at her for staying with a man that wasn’t good to us. But once she was gone, all I wished was that I had made her life a little easier”
“I’m sorry”
“It’s ok. I’m glad I’m here, to make sure you don’t make the same mistake I did. We’re gonna be alright, I promise”
“I love you”
“Love you too, kiddo” you keep her in your arms for as long as you can, but a light rain begins to fall. “Come on, now. Bucky’s been waiting for us”
“I know. I saw him following me on the bus here”
“My God, I don’t know which one of you is scarier”
Anya giggles, and you take her hand.
Even between all of this mess, she’s the one thing that makes everything worth it.
--
Anya was the one that texted her mother, apologizing and letting her know she was ok.
You didn’t reply to Natasha’s text. “I’m sorry” isn’t enough sometimes.
After pizza and an intense game of Jenga with Anya and Bucky, you call it a night.
You know what you’ll dream of tonight, but you’re too tired to care.
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ok since i’ve really only whined but not actually explained my reasoning lol, here is my take on the s5 finale. (this is long, sorry)
I think we’re all on the same page about the idea that gabriel being seen as a hero, by all of paris but especially adrien, is icky. and on top of that it does not feel good that marinette is supporting that lie, even if it’s out of love for adrien. most people are assuming this issue will be resolved somehow in 6, probably by lila exposing the truth. cool. that’s my hope as well. but even if that’s the case, i still dislike the framing of his wish and what the surrounding context seems to imply about it.
it is not my assumption that gabriel’s wish included green initiatives and a reformation of the parisian school system lol. I assume that his wish was to exchange his own life for nathalie’s. but as we know, wishes literally rewrite reality. the fact is that paris improved after his wish, so it is still related. he remade the world, and the new world ended up better. It all supports the idea that his wish was a good thing—a noble sacrifice that redeemed him in some sense. my impression is that even if (hopefully) he is exposed as hawkmoth, the actual wish he made will still be framed as admirable. obviously marinette found it noble enough to agree to lie to everyone about gabriel’s identity as hawkmoth.
which brings me to another pain point: the fact that gabriel essentially won the long battle against ladybug and chat noir. i’ve heard arguments that he didn’t win because he died and how is that winning? he got what he deserved in the end. but imo, he just put himself out of his own misery, because he was on the brink of death anyway because of his cataclysm wound, and he basically escaped having to face any emotional consequences from his literal terrorism and child abuse. and even if you don’t consider that a win, you also can’t consider marinette’s end of the deal a win either. her goal was to prevent hawkmoth from unifying the miraculous and making a reality-altering wish. which is exactly what happened. so she failed her mission. ladybug lost. and to me it’s sort of bizarre that the narrative seems to be framing that as a good thing? ladybug lost, but the new reality that resulted from it is so much better than the old one, and she is actively choosing to lie in order to protect the seeming goodness of that reality.
marinette is lying, of course, to protect adrien, which does not feel out of character. we’ve seen her do this before. but it is frustrating to me for precisely that reason. the final battle was meant to highlight how much marinette has grown over the past five seasons, but her choice here highlights the ways she has not grown. starting with syren in season 2, she has witnessed how much it hurts chat noir to be left in the dark and how it weakens their partnership. in that case, she convinced master fu to let him be in the know, and trust was restored. but then she continued a habit of keeping things from him, putting more and more distance between them, till it culminated with kuro neko in s4—a total breakdown of the ladynoir partnership, where chat noir renounced his miraculous. i would have thought that marinette would learn from that experience and realize that keeping people in the dark is harmful and that even if the truth hurts, adrien has a right to know it. but she once again made the decision for him, and when he finally finds out, it will be all the more painful to know that the person he loves and trusts most in the world lied to him. i actually really appreciate that marinette as a protagonist has such a good heart but is still such an imperfect character, so i want to respect this choice as a manifestation of her flawed but good intentions. i just can’t help but be really disappointed that after 5 seasons of making the same mistakes again and again, she has apparently not learned from them, which makes me feel she has not grown the way the writers say she has.
her facing hawkmoth alone for the final battle is supposed to be a sign of that growth—and yes, I can see how she has grown a lot in confidence and capability since her shaky debut as ladybug. but i also feel that her flying solo defies one of the central themes of miraculous: that in the fight against evil, good people need to stand together. just think of the difference between the s4 and the s5 finale. in strike back, ladybug is broken and sobbing because she has lost the miraculous and feels like a failure who is all alone. but then she is buoyed up by her faithful partner and all of paris, who express unbreakable faith in her and vow to stand by her side. that was so powerful! showing that she doesn’t have to be alone, and she’s not supposed to be alone, and that part of being a hero means accepting help and working with others to achieve good goals. this message was a major part of marinette’s character arc in s4 and it’s something that was introduced from the very beginning and has been supported over and over in the show. but then in “re-creation,” she has no team, and she doesn’t need one. which … good for her, I guess? But then why did we have 5 seasons of “you and me against the world” if in the end it was always going to culminate with “I'm sure we can figure out a solution if we work together. You … and me”—referring to Marinette and Gabriel, while Adrien is literally locked in a blank white prison hundreds of miles away?
it just really kills me that in kuro neko, adrien gave up his ring under the assumption that chat noir was not needed—that he was entirely useless to ladybug. and then the narrative proved him right. ladybug did not need chat noir to defeat monarch. she just needed his ring. the writers confirmed in their recent commentary that they had planned a bug noire fusion from the beginning, and they intentionally sidelined adrien so that could happen—they even had to figure out an excuse for why he wouldn’t be there. so they traumatized him with nightmares of destruction and fear of akumatization to ensure that he would once again give up his ring and conveniently remained locked away while bug noire faced down monarch alone.
you could argue that it’s better for adrien to have missed the final battle anyway, since facing his own father would just be even more traumatizing for him. i understand that. (that’s the reason i liked that in the owl house, it ended up being just luz vs belos, and hunter did not have to face him again.) but at the same time it feels so narratively unjust that chat noir—who has been fighting against hawkmoth by ladybug’s side since day 1—has zero part in seeing his mission through to the end. even though it’s all about him. because while marinette is the protagonist, adrien is the connecting piece of the whole story. it’s always been ladybug vs hawkmoth, and adrien is in the middle of them, because he’s both ladybug’s partner and gabriel’s son.
you’d think, logically, that as the connecting piece, Adrien’s decisions would be vital to the plot. That he’d have the power to tip it either way. but instead he is completely stripped of his autonomy—literally, because he’s a senti, and also symbolically in the narrative, because he’s simply removed from the equation. Like, he’s still central to the equation but he has no say in it. It’s all about him but he’s not even present. Everyone is fighting for him but he can’t fight for himself. Everyone is speaking for him but he doesn’t even have a voice.
the finale kind of sets up marinette and gabriel as narrative foils of each other, showing how they have the same motivation—to make adrien happy. and they make the same decision to protect that goal. which is interesting, sure, but also kind of effed up to me? i’m not sure what to take from the idea of the protagonist mirroring the antagonist in this way. that’s been done loads of times, but in this context, for a child audience, i don’t know what to make of it. what kind of message that is supposed to send to the children who are the primary audience of this show? ladybug is a good guy, and in the end, she’s just like the villain because they both love adrien and want to protect him. so that’s why she agrees to tell everyone the bad guy was a hero. ????
that gabriel/marinette parallel leaves adrien to parallel emilie, which makes sense and is fitting but also just sort of … depressing and again, lowkey effed up. that adrien ends up with the same narrative role as a corpse in a coffin. almost, like, macguffin-esque—a thing that motivates the agents of the story but has no agency itself. despite him being so central to both sides of the main conflict, his decisions don’t affect the outcome. because he doesn’t have the option to make any. because he’s not even present. both gabriel and marinette made a life-altering decision for adrien, thinking it was best for him, without considering that what’s best for him is to know his own story and make his own choices. him getting the rings was somewhat relieving, but it also felt like kind of a slap in the face. because it’s like, “look, adrien’s free! he has his amok and no one can control him anymore!” but, like, how free is a person who is living a lie? will he ever experience true autonomy, or will his life continue to be dictated by the decisions others make for him? will the narrative give him decision-making power or will his role continue to be symbolic?
one thing that makes this all extra dissatisfying is that Adrien literally does not have the option of getting closure with his father, because he’s dead. maybe a dramatic reveal in the middle of the final battle would not be the best way to go about it, but now he can’t have any sort of closure. in the owl house, it didn’t feel necessary for hunter to be present in the belos takedown because he already had his confrontation with belos in graveyard possession scene. belos tried to physically control him, and hunter broke free, and spoke his mind, and as traumatizing at is all was, it was good for him to be able to do that. it would’ve been so nice if adrien also had that opportunity. if he did break free from his father’s control, either by overcoming akumatization or the control of his amok somehow. or if not that, if he were just able to have one honest conversation with his father about emilie. like he did with his alt self in the paris special. it was so significant for the writers that bug noire detransformed and spoke to gabriel as marinette. why couldn’t adrien have done that? Marinette is the one to tell Gabriel that Adrien wouldn’t want him to make the wish and hurt someone else, that Adrien has made peace with his grief, that he has learned to cherish his mother’s memory without living in the past. wouldn’t that be even more powerful coming from adrien himself? if adrien was part of that final confrontation just as himself, we could even still have bug noire play a primary role.
i get that adrien being part of the battle is a risk, since we saw in chat blanc one option of how it could play out. but we also saw in the collector another potential way adrien might respond to learning that his father is hawkmoth—charging into battle by ladybug’s side. especially if he was given time to process the idea beforehand. it’s not impossible. you’d just have to compose the scene and its buildup a different way. so honestly it feels sort of lazy to just remove him for the sake of ease? and also sort of a waste of narrative potential? the villain being the father of one of the main characters is such an interesting plot element. imagine if luke skywalker did not ever face darth vader. if he never even learned that vader was his father. or if he learned that fact after vader’s death, which was the result of a confrontation he was not present for.
of course, i know adrien is not the protagonist. marinette is. and of course i want her to be empowered by the story. but i’m getting a little tired of what i see as kind of cheap feminism in ML. like, girl power for the sake of visibility so the writers can pat themselves on the back about it, if that makes sense? this show does have so much good feminist power with a strong female lead who has realistic flaws and a big heart, who overcomes self-doubt and other struggles, and who has proven time and again to be a smart, capable leader who has earned the trust of everyone on her team. but all of that sometimes feels undercut by the narrative treatment of adrien—like he has to be put down somehow to elevate marinette. ML has subverted gender roles in a lot of ways by having ladybug lead with her brain while chat noir follows with his heart. and adrien has a lot of other strong feminine associations—the focus on his physical appearance, the expectation of perfection and obedience, his soft and gentle nature, his romanticism, etc. And one of the biggest ones is all the ways he is trapped, all the ways he is pushed down and made to be submissive. they even depict him as a princess locked in a tower, with marinette as the knight in shining armor to save him from the evil dragon (his father). with adrien in that traditionally feminine role, it would have been empowering to see him to take a leading part in his own liberation. instead, he was locked away both literally and symbolically in favor of a solo bug noire confrontation, so marinette could look like a girlboss in her cool new outfit, taking on the bad guy all by herself, even when it would (imo) fit better with the themes of the show and her own character arc for her to fight alongside her partner. but as Thomas Astruc said, “She's Barbie, he's Ken. You don't like it. I get it. It won't change. Anything else?” (X) it just makes me feel that the writers cared more about the cinematic value and feminist brownie points of that battle than its narrative significance—which i feel could only be increased by adrien’s participation. “all that is necessary for the triumph of evil is that good people do nothing” … and that is all adrien was allowed to do.
i think a lot of fans at this point are just assuming that whatever feels dissatisfying/off will be fixed in s6. they’re trusting that the writers have a brilliant master plan that we just have to be patient and wait to see come together. idk, maybe i’m just tired. or a little jaded. i think there will be a lot to enjoy in s6, but i’m also prepared for disappointment. i honestly did not love many elements of s4 as well as s5, and i had expectations that weren’t fulfilled there either. i’ve felt let down by the writers many times now, so i expect that many of their future choices will not resonate with me. but i still love ML, and I am eager to see how everything will unfold. i’ve also read a lot of other analyses of the s5 finale, and there are great points being made on many sides. this is just my personal interpretation and opinion. i did not like the finale when i first watched it, and after sitting on it for months and trying to evaluate my feelings and look at it logically, i still do not like it lol. if you do, great! this isn’t intended as a personal attack on anyone—just me expressing my two cents, which ended up being more like $20. thanks for bearing with me if you read all this ✌️
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Jane Doe (Ride the Cyclone) Propaganda:
Great singing, also she’s literally wearing a doll‘s head bc she lost hers
do they have their soul or is it rotting somewhere with their head?
BALLAD OF JANE DOE IS SO SAD AND SHE IS GREAT AND I ONLY WATCH RTC ONCE BUT SHES NY FAVE OK
cool asf
She forgets her name after her death and has no story told in the production
She's so sweet and deserves the world. Her song (The Ballad of Jane Doe) is great.
the song goes so hard just listen to her song guys please
she literally died and her head was cut off so nobody could tell who she was PLEASE let her take one (1) W
BECAUSE SHE IS AMAZING. First she already won the tournament in the musical to regain life, as she won them over with her sad wet cat energy because she did not have a head and feared that she lost her soul. Second, she died on a roller coaster and lost her head, but stole her doll's head and thats very gender. Third, throughout the musical she is used as a vessel for religious allegory, she is an angel, she is jesus, she is a demon, she is forsaken but she is purity itself. Fourthly, she is is given the identity of Savannah with the greenest eyes after the other characters who died with her hold her a birthday party, and I think thats sweet because its probably some kind of meaning I cant see but auughfhfhh shes so cool
i mean her name isn't TECHNICALLY jane doe but we refer to her as such. she's so silly!! autism powers! i don't have a lot of propaganda tbh. i would've just been surprised had she NOT been submitted
She lost her head literally when the rollercoaster derailed. She wasn't able to be identified apart from the school uniform she was wearing.
Her name is forgotten, and so is everything about her. So she’s called Jane Doe. She’s very sweet and very creepy, but she doesn’t mean it
and im asking WHYYYYY LORRRRRDDD
I LOVE HER! she died in a roller coaster accident and was decapitated, her body not being found. in the show, her head is actually just her doll’s head. the coroners couldn’t identify her, so she was dubbed a jane doe. in the game to be alive again, she ends up being voted, her name being revealed to be penny lamb. anyways she’s a little creepy and also quite silly and she does her funny little waddle like a porcelain doll (or corpse).
She deserves it! She lost her head she shouldn't lose this too.
Not convinced you didn’t start this tournament just for her tbh
They have a great song and a true air of mystery to them. They also have arguably the best song in the musical, The Ballad of Jane Doe! I would definitely recommend listening to it >:)
—She LOST her HEAD and had it replaced with a PORCELAIN DOLL —In all seriousness her story is really poignant. No one could identify her body so she arrives in the afterlife not knowing her identity and she spends the show vacillating between depressed and angry at her situation, leading to… —“The Ballad of Jane Doe”, specifically Emily Rohm’s version, might be the most haunting solo in musical theatre history.
John Doe (Malevolent) Propaganda:
Spooky gay eldritch disaster (am I doing this right?)
Could have chosen any name for himself and picked John because a kind person called him that :)
fractured piece of an eldritch god that shares a body with a private eye after being fractured. chooses the name John Doe after said private eye goes into a coma
Because he’s an eldritch god who wants to feel human and who overcame a lot of obstacles and dangers!!! He sincerely cares about the main character!!! And he chose a name himself! Isn’t he cute??? He lost his body, he almost lost his memory, he fought for his right to exist, he loves animals, he loves his friend Arthur and I love him!
Being an ass, friendship, spooky supernatural stuff, he’s got it all
My man heard the name John Doe, realized he didn’t actually have a name, and just. Took it for himself.
I LOVE HIM. MY SON. HE’S TRYING TO CHANGE AND BE BETTER AND :(((( He’s a fragment of the soul of the King in Yellow (god of trickery and suffering iirc??) that gets trapped in a book in our realm while the rest of the King stayed in his own separate realm. When a human named Arthur Lester opens the book they get linked and John gains control of Arthur’s eyes & kills his partner (oops!). They proceed to go on a quest to find a way of separating them because neither likes the situation, and at first John (or The Entity, which is what he’s called at first) just wants to trick and use Arthur, and control his entire body (through the first season he also gets a hand & a foot) even though he doesn’t remember being The King In Yellow at the time, but Arthur makes him change and become more human. His turning point is when Arthur is shot and falls into a coma for a month. They get treated at a hospital and while John waits for Arthur to wake up so they can carry on, the body itself still gets taken care of. The time John spends alone, contemplating on humanity & everything he’s seeing and learning from Arthur, as well as the way a certain nurse speaks to him every day (specifically, she greets him good morning and good night, despite the body being unresponsive, John still hears because he is an entity linked to the body) and calls him John (they didn’t have ID on when they were found so they were classified as John Doe), changes his outlook and plans for good, and he asks Arthur to call him John; from this point on he admits he cares for Arthur, looks for his wellbeing too, and in general attempts to be a better person and to live for himself. The rest of the podcast (ongoing!!) explores Arthur & John’s relationship, struggle to survive, adventures in the eldritch… All while tackling each of their issues with themselves and each other and watching them both grow. John in specific learns to be the person he wants to be, how sometimes you’ll take a step forward and two backwards; he can be cruel and manipulative sometimes but he still tries. Personally I love his journey, it’s very realistic and you can see he is trying his best, and how he wants to be better than he was as the King In Yellow, and how much Arthur has changed him and how much he cares about him because of that; and how he’s slowly growing into being his own person :) if it ends badly ill cry so hard but!!! he’s John Doe because that’s the name he was being addressed as, and he’s made it his, and being John means he’s no longer the King and that he wants to be different, and John can fail or make mistakes but it’s part of who he is now, and that’s what matters. I am So Normal About Him
JOHN DOE (Malevolent) SWEEP
OH MY GOD JOHN DOE MY BELOVED 💛💛
(watch me just not clarify that would be so funny ahah)
John doe (Malevolent) 💛💛💛 my silly
He's so funny he makes Arthur bump his head into a dock because he didn't say duck in time and then laughs at him 💛💛
#jane john doe tournament#jane doe#jane doe rtc#jane doe ride the cyclone#rtc#ride the cyclone#john doe#john doe malevolent#malevolent#round 4
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QEtoiles Child Soldier Headcanon post
I need to make a post about this one because i tought it was a common hc and it's NOT!!!
Ok so, you all may know that Etoiles has a hero complex, it's evident in english but it's worst in French.
In english, the moment he can he will remind everyone that it is HIS DUTY, HIS ONLY JOB, to protect everyone. That his only goal on the island is to get stronger to protect people from the code.
But from day one there has been something about Etoiles "grind to protect" thing that has been bothering me. No one ever asked him to do it? But he always felt like it was expected from him to fight, before the codes, before getting attached to the eggs, he had to fight and protect.
We know that he used to do UHC, and that it made him who he is, he learned to fight there, he learned to be strong and to protect his team. During the whole politcal arc he kept saying that he would never turn on people, because once again, they needed someone to protect them, and he was the only one here.
And now that the code beat him, ONCE, he feel like his entire existance is worthless, he knows he couldn't win, and yet he says "i would have won if i was stronger", "what will they do without me to protect them", Etoiles lost all worth of himself because before the code fight he wasn't a person, he was "the hero, the protector" and now that he lost he's nothing.
"i'm worthless", "if i'm not made for fighting what good am i", "if you're bad at things, you don't do those things" like king who put those ideas in your head. Those are the kind of thing that would be said to a kid made to fight constantly, and shamed for not succeding. <3
Here you go good Etoiles child soldier post, have fun with this
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let the games begin | charles leclerc redbull!era x horner!reader
what would happen if charles signs a contract with redbull after the disastrous season 2023 was with ferrari? would it be unfair with himself to let go of his dream or would it be a jump of faith that those dreams could became real with the competition?
this one is more like a platonic relashionship between charles and isabella (i got this very bad habit that i cannot write with s/n anymore)
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f1 Charles Leclerc made his Ferrari debut in 2018, racing alongside with the 4 times champion of the world, Sebastian Vettel, now, finishing his 5th year with the Scuderia and far from the results that he wanted, he leaves the team. Charles raced 100 races with Ferrari, won 5 times, including his historical winning in Monza, 2019 and 28 poles. Very good luck, Charles.
maxverstappen1 let's hope for no more inchidents, on the race
redbullracing welcome to the team, charlie!
izzyhaho now that's what I'm talking about. hey, charles, hope you like me, because you're about to hear my voice on your ear fot the next 24 races haha
user1 ok hold on mom it's happening, charles is moving to redbull
user2 it was worth nothing to be il predestinado on a failure as a team, welcome home, leclerc
user3 now im anxious to see how ferrari will perform next year
user4 hope the santander sponsor is worthy
user5 IMAGINE CHARLES DRIVING THAT ROCKET IM ON 9TH CLOUD
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charles_leclerc for 5 years this team and this car were my dream, i have won with ferrari and i have lost with them - many times, but i still had faith in the project, unfortunately, my dream was not enough to hold the love and the wishes i had with them. thank you all tifosi out there, for the indescribably suport and love you have showed me for the past years, it was my honour. my heart will always bleed ferrari red, but it is time to breath another air.
izzyhaho "another air" redbull air, competent team air, blue air, oversteering air, im about to faint, hold on
carlossainz55 best of luck, cabron!
landonorris well, i thought i would be the one who's gonna be max's teammate
redbullracing 💙💙
user6 you'll always be our man, Charlie
user7 i dont know if this is a dream or a nightmare
user18 nightmare was what was going on at ferrari
user8 lol it is actually happening
user9 will redbull do the multi 21 all over again or they will be free to fight?
user10 KICKING MY FEET NOW
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scuderiaferrari it is with a sad heart that we said goodbye to charles, it was amazing 5 years. il predestinado will forever be our maranello sun. thank you, charles. good luck on your next chapter.
charles_leclerc thank you so much!
izzyhaho your maranello sun is now our sun haha
user11 isabella is so chronically online that im dying to see her liked tweets tomorrow
user12 christian horner is right now opening his 56 thousands of dollas bootle of wine to drink a good glass of the most expensive wine ever because he got his dream driver line up
izzyhaho he is, in fact
maxverstappen1 he's been drinking a glass of wine per day since charles went for a "casual talk" with him
user13 wait, so this mean that max is not christian golden boy anymore?
maxverstappen1 you wish (im scared)
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redbullracing say hello to our new duo for the 2024 season, welcome home, charles, we are hoping to see you shine in navy blue. see you in march.
charles_leclerc thank you for the reception, i wasn't expecting the cake considering my birthday was a few weeks ago
maxverstappen1 why did you choose this photo, adm?
redbullracing mini boss who choose it
izzyhaho yes, i did, i thought it would be funny
user14 poor christian, if he thought his life was difficult with maxiel, now he have max, charles and his daughter around
izzyhaho oh he knows!
maxverstappen1 charles is still a little shy with the dinamics, but the prank week is on!
user15 im actually very happy with charles moving to redbull
user16 i wish i had good lawyers so i could say everything i want to say
user17 charles got a shitty car for 2 seasons and jumped the boat, never gonna be a world champion
izzyhaho at least he can drive a formula one car, something you could never 😜
user18 isabella was like "don't say shit about my new friend" and went for it
user19 so, we won on the lottery, i mean, charles is on a competitive team, have a nice car, have a nice race engineer and a team principal who looks for his best interests
user20 isabella is a race engineer?
izzyhaho noooo, im a physics student, but I'll work side by side with kai (charles engineer)
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izzyhaho ok, i was thinking about and ill give it a go: ask me questions about f1 and life and ill answer during my waiting time
user21 where are you going, iz?
izzyhaho I'm flying back to the uk, team meeting for the start of the season
user22 what exactly is your job at redbull?
izzyhaho i mean... almost everything? usually i stay with media duties, follow the drivers around, do the posts, stuff like that, but my thing is analyzing data and im the race engineers backup, i spend most part of the fp, qualy and race side by side with hannah
user23 who's your favorite driver?
izzyhaho jenson button, there's no other answer for it, but i really like lewis and seb
user24 where and what exactly is your degree?
izzyhaho im a physics student at the MIT, but im about to graduate early next year
maxverstappen1 what are your pets names?
izzyhaho very funny haha look how im laughing, but my dogs names are ascari, mirabel and mugham, 3 border collies
landonorris what happened in bali during the summer break?
izzyhaho you wish 🤭
user25 where do you live?
izzyhaho in boston, but after i graduate ill move back to europe, probably monaco or spain
user26 why do you spend so much time in brazil?
izzyhaho do i need a reason? lol, i like the country, the people, the culture, the food, the football... but most of it is just like, so i can feel close to senna, I've never saw him race, but my dad did, and i think he was amazing, especially as a person, so i like to feel close to the country and the people and the places who made him who he was, and i have friends there too
user27 fav sport?
izzyhaho tennis and volleyball, i love both and i have some very good friends who play booth
user28 how is like to work with your dad?
izzyhaho hey pops, do you want to answer this one? it is nice, we work along very well, we usually go for the same line of thinking when it comes to races and we have a very good relationship, and if max thinks he is my dad golden kid, he is absolutely right 😔
user29 did you never consider pursuing a driving career?
izzyhaho i did, for a while, i drove for formula 4 and formula 3 but then i realized that what i like is the theoretical part of business, but i hope to drive a f1 car at least once
user30 how is your relationship with charles?
izzyhaho 🤭🤭
user31 which are the drivers you are the closest with?
izzyhaho uhhhh... im very close with max, for obvious reasons, oscar and i are pretty friends as well, charles, zhou, lewis and george, but i got along with all of the grid
user32 what are you fav tswift songs, era and album?
izzyhaho AMAZING QUESTION! fav songs: seven, afterglow, all to well, lover and call it what you want. fav album: rep, obviously abd fav era: i love her red era
user33 expectations for the 2024 season?
izzyhaho win everything that we can possibly win
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redbullracing it's lights out and away we go for the 2024 formula one season. 1-2 for the bulls on bahrein and a great start of the season for charles, congratulations on p2, lets aim for first next one, congratulations to max for winning the opening race of the season. let's goooooooo (mini boss said we need to look more happy)
maxverstappen1 well done, team
charles_leclerc great work, let's go for saudi aiming all 44 points
izzyhaho amazing job, as the usual
scuderiaferrari congratulations, Charles!
user34 can we take a moment to appreciate how well the car married with charles? it was like watching the old times again
user35 verstappen and leclerc fighting for p1 all the race, redbull doing double stacks 2 times, no inchidents... we'll about to testify the most dominant season a team could everrrrr be
user36 the way thar charles left the car and immediately went for the team and the team was there to congratulate him
user37 this duo... let's hope it doesn't turn a britcedes 2.0
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redbullracing: jeddah, melbourne and suzuka front row lockout 🔒 congratulations on charles first pole and first victory for the team, well done! congrats to max for his second win of the season. see you soon shanghai.
maxverstappen1 let's do it again next week, can we?
charles_leclerc hey adm, could i please fire isabella from being my race engineer?
izzyhaho you are saying this now that you won 2 out of 4 races just because i got i little too happy and screamed for 3 laps on your ear?
maxverstappen1 she did it with me too
sebastianvettel i think she just didn't do it with me too because she wasn't at the paddock the first time i won, but the first world championship... i can still hear her
pierregasly lil charlie is all for the team
landonorris charles is like troy bolton
maxverstappen1 that would made me gabriella montez?
danielricciardo no.
izzyhaho max, delete this, daniel is about to storm into the facilities just to cry in front of you
charles_leclerc i don't want this blond as my gabriella montez
danielricciardo hey isabella, he's talking about you
user38 100% of victories for redbull so far... im scared
user39 the way that even though we know rbr is going to win the season is good because charles and max are fighting all the time
user40 we all knew that with a good car charlie would shine
user41 no more nightmares about a understeering car
user42 no one is going to talk how ferrari dnfed 2 races and only stayed on points on jeddah?
besthorneriz karma takes all my friends to the summit
redbullracing isabella, get out of your private account!
#formula 1#charles leclerc#formula one imagine#formula one#f1 imagine#charles leclerc imagine#ferrari#max verstappen#redbull era charles
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Hey! Could you do a Poly Lost Boys x reader, where the plot is like Happy Death Day? It's ok if you haven't seen it, the basic plot summery is "A college student must relive the day of her murder over and over again, in a loop that will end only when she discovers her killer's identity." I was thinking that the reader is the one going through the loop, and the boys try to help you (the only down side of that is having to tell them everything again, every time the loop resets)
If not that's ok!
Thanks!
I hope you like this!
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I didn't dare to look backwards, running through the bushes. The masked figure just only came closer and closer, and I knew I had to make a decision quickly. Should I run further and end up at the cliff, having nowhere to go? Or should I turn around and confront him?
I didn't fancy taking a dive of a cliff, so I did the only thing I could do. I turned around. "What do you wa-" I coughed, blood dripping down my chin. Shocked, I looked at the masked figure, then down at my stomach. A knife had been forced into my skin, being twisted around, and then being pushed back in. "W-why..." I fell to the ground, seeing how the killer bent down, ready to stab me some more and-
Screaming, I woke up, jumping out of bed. My hand ran over my stomach, which was whole. There was no stab wound. There was no blood. There were no cuts from running through the bushes. I shivered, horrified. Had this been a dream? It - it had felt too real.
"Are you alright?" I practically jumped, only now noticing that Paul had entered my room. I didn't say anything as I wrapped my arms around him, trying to calm myself down.
"Babe?"
"Just a bad dream, I think." Paul didn't look convinced, and in all honesty, I didn't feel convinced either. As I got dressed, I tried to forget it. Still, the uneasiness I felt didn't go away, and when I went outside, they all knew something was off.
The weird thing was, I realised as I sat behind David, it felt like the dream had happened before. I sighed, happy that we had arrived at the boardwalk. There, between the music and the rides, the comfort of the boys and the fact that they did their best to distract me, I finally felt a bit of peace.
"Come on, the dipper has reopened," Marko grinned, pulling me along. He knew I hated the rollercoaster, but a while ago, I had sadly lost a bet. He had won and had demanded that when the coaster reopened, I would go on it.
"No, no, I don't want to, I hate rollercoasters." I looked at him, but he shook his head. "I'll be with you. You lost the bet, this was what I won."
I sighed, shaking my head. "Fine, but no complaining if I turn green or if I throw up ."
"I would never!"
"I remember differently," I said, a small smile forming on my face. Next time that we'd do a bet, I'd make sure to know what was at stake before agreeing. As much as I enjoyed living with the boys, when it came to making bets, they somehow always managed to win.
When the ride was finally over, and I had indeed turned the slightest shade of green, the boys had found their prey for the night.
"You can come along, if you want."
I shook my head. "No, I don't think I can keep my stomach controlled this time." He chuckled.
"Rollercoaster?"
"Lost bet," I shrugged, leaning against the metal rail. "I'll be fine. I'm just going to browse, I think."
"We can go later if you're still shaken from this morning," Dwayne offered, but I shook my head. "Go. I'll be fine, promise."
With that, they left to hunt, and I turned to the stores. There wasn't much new inside, and after deciding it would be more fun to go to the concert down at the beach, I left the boardwalk.
The music was good, some cover band playing the latest hits. The crowd was big and wild, and even though the nightmare I had this morning still plagued my mind, I was certain nothing would happen in this crowd. So, I joined in. I danced, sang along to the tunes I knew, and got swept away by the music until, in the distance, I saw a shape wearing a mask.
I froze. The masked figure turned to look at me. Only now could I see what it represented, some sort of clown like face. As the clownfaced figure looked at me and saw how frozen I was, it waved.
I didn't think. I turned around and ran. Through the crowds, over the beach, under the boardwalk - I ran and ran, and I could feel it stinging in my side, but I could not stop because he was coming after me. I knew, I heard him. I ran, and I stopped. I turned around, and then I was once again coughing up blood, being stabbed in the stomach. I fell to the ground, my killer leaned over me and-
With a scream, I awoke, and jumped straight out of bed. This - I had been murdered. I had been murdered, and now I was awake, alive and - Paul came in. If I hadn't known he would have come in, I certainly would not have noticed.
"No, I'm not alright," I said quietly, before he could even ask if I was. Paul frowned, hugged me, but didn't ask how I knew what he was going to ask. The first time I woke up, yesterday, I had been certain it was a dream. But, if I woke up today, and I remembered that I was actually killed - maybe the first time, yesterday, wasn't a dream either?
I got dressed and went outside, we went to the boardwalk, and once again, Marko tried to get me on the rollercoaster. I froze. This had definitely happened before. Everything that happened today had happened before.
"Not today," I said dsitracted, as Marko dragged me to the coaster. "Something is wrong."
"What is?"
"What day is it?"
"Tuesday. Why?"
"Yesterday was Tuesday. There was a band playing, down at the beach. They only play on Tuesdays."
Marko frowned, taking me back to the others. "What's going on?"
"This happened before. Everything. Which also means that at the end of tonight, I will be killed... again." I frowned. Was that why this was happening? Did I have to try to survive?
"What do you mean killed?" Dwayne looked at me.
"The dream I had? I was murdered. Stabbed, repeatedly. But it wasn't a dream. It was what actually happened, and then when I died, it was morning again."
"Who killed you?" Paul asked, which made me realise that they could very easily find him in 's crowd, right? If they found the guy before he killed me, then I wouldn't have to die?
"A guy in a clownmask."
David sighed. "You're not going anywhere alone, alright?"
I nodded. "Yeah, I'd rather not get stabbed again, thanks."
This meant, obviously, that I had to join them while they fed. I drove with them to a distant bonfire, far away from the crowds, and waited by the bikes while they fed. Thinking about it, maybe being turned half would make killing me harder? Maybe that could prevent it from happening aga-
My eyes opened wide when a knife was pushed into my back. I screamed, stumbling forward. In the distance, I could hear Marko call my name, and then there was nothing.
With a scream, I awoke, jumped out of bed, and - horror came over me as I realised that once again I had been killed. "Paul? What day is it?"
"How did you know I was here?"
"What day-?"
"Tuesday, are you-?"
"Nope. Is everyone up, there's something I need to talk to you about."
There was absolutely no doubt about it, I was stuck in a timeloop, and every single time, it was Tuesday I got killed by a guy in a fucking clownmask.
"So, this has been the fourth time I woke up, and it is still Tuesday, and I don't know who is killing me or why, but I really want it to stop," I concluded my explanation.
"You're not kidding," Dwayne realised as he pulled me close. "Shit."
I nodded. It was shit, especially since I didn't quite know how to stop it.
"How long have you-?"
"This is the fourth Tuesday, and the second that I'm aware of the loop."
"What did we do yesterday, differently than the previous Tuesday?" David asked.
"I didn't go on the coaster with Marko, and I realised that I was stuck in a loop. I went with you when you fed, and then I was stabbed in the back."
"So even when we're with you, you got killed?"
"Yeah," I sighed.
"We can feed tomorrow. One of us will always be with you. Avoid crowds. Avoid going somewhere we can't follow. Maybe if you survive, the loop will be broken." I nodded, hugging David. "I hope so."
That night, I wasn't alone even once. We skipped the coaster, stayed on the edge of the boardwalk, and avoided the crowds. The only problem was that after having dinner, I realised that I needed to go to the bathroom. Paul went with me and patiently waited outside the stall door, making sure no one could get to me. When we left, we were surrounded by people. The concert at the beach had been over, and everyone went back to the boardwalk. I tried to reach for Paul's hand, but the crowd dragged me away. I tried to move my way back to him. He spotted me, was coming towards me, when suddenly horror crossed his face. I turned around and screamed as the knife was forced into my neck.
My hand shot towards my neck when I woke up, and I couldn't help but cry. Four times. Four times had I been killed. "Babe?"
"We need to stay here tonight, please."
"Kitten, what's going on?" David had entered as well. I told them again. Had to explain again how this was Tuesday number five, that I had been killed four times and that I was not only terrified but that I had no idea who was even doing this or how to stop it. Luckily, once again, they realised I wasn't lying - the benefit of having boyfriends who could hear your heartbeat, I thought quietly. So, that Tuesday we stayed in. But when they left to feed, something they decided on after agreeing that no one would find the cave, the masked killer appeared on top of the cliffs. I screamed, ran, hid, and once again, I failed.
It went like that for who knows how long. Every day, I explained it to the boys, and every time, we tried something new. And every time, I still got killed. I didn't know how many Tuesdays I have had, I didn't know who the killer was still - not that we hadn't tried to figure it out - and I was still dying every single day.
It was one Tuesday when I didn't even bother getting out of bed, and I decided that that was the next plan of survival. All those days, we had tried everything, but not one day had I stayed in bed. Once again, I explained, but the more I talked, the more I actually realised I wasn't feeling too great. When Dwayne stayed with me, after the others went out to get food, I realised why. Scars. My entire stomach was covered in scars, from all the stabbing I took.
Dwayne didn't say anything as he just held me, noticing before me that the boys had returned home. "We're in here," he'd yelled before making sure I was comfortable. It was then that my door swung open, and I screamed. The man with the clownmask was here. Dwayne jumped up, pulling the mask off, and - I didn't know who it was. The man was unknown to me, and still had he tried to kill me all these days.
"Who are you?" I asked, Dwayne standing in front of me.
The man just grinned. "Smith."
It happened quickly. David and the others returned, Dwayne and I both were distracted, and then I felt it again. The knife stuck in my heart as I fell down and everything went black.
"Smith!"
"What the fuck, babe?" Paul stood in the doorway, as I had once again woken up and it was once again Tuesday. "The guy who killed me, his name is Smith!"
Paul looked confused, but after so many Tuesdays, I had become very skilled in explaining that I was stuck in a timeloop. "The only problem is now, that I don't know who this Smith guy is."
"We do," Dwayne said, causing me to look up. "We killed his wife a while back. He has no proof, but he always thought we had something to do with it."
"So, if we find him and kill him before he kills me, then we break the loop, right?"
"I think so," David said, standing up. "We know where he lives."
"Alright, let's go," I grinned, stopping as I saw their concerned looks.
"He doesn't know where the cave is-"
"Marko, he does, I've been killed here at least seven times now."
"Shit."
"Yeah, honestly, the longest I've survived was when i was close to you four, so no way am I changing that up now."
The boys nodded, agreeing that I was right. That night felt different from the others. Somehow, I felt less fearful. We drove to Smith's house, Paul and Marko stayed with me as David and Dwayne entered, and within seconds, we could hear a grown man screaming. As they brought the body out, I froze.
"What is it? He's dead. You should be fine now," David looked at me.
"It's not him." I whispered, horrified. It was quiet for a moment when suddenly we all heard a snap. Someone had stood on a branch and broken it. The boys turned around before I could react, and Paul and Marko jumped into action. The man with the mask was here, grabbed by the boys. His mask was pulled off - and it was the same guy as yesterday. David had lifted the guy up, ready to tspear him a part, when in his last moments he threw his knife at me.
Smiths neck was snapped as I fell to the ground, crying quietly. "Not again... I dont-" The boys were next to me, Marko putting pressure on the wound, David taking the knife out. Paul had quickly improvised some bandages, and Dwayne kept me talking, kept me awake.
" 'm tired," I mumbled, feeling cold.
"I know, love."
"Love you guys," I mumbled before everything went black.
I woke up, crying out. It couldn't be - I didn't want to love through yet another Tuesday, I couldn't.
"Babe?"
"No, no, no, no, no, please-"
"It's Wednesday," Paul held me as I cried. "It's Wednesday, it's over."
"Wednesday?"
"Yeah," Marko and Dwayne entered.
"We killed Smith," Marko sat down behind me.
"Managed to save you in time," Dwayne smiled, giving me a soft kiss.
"How many Tuesdays did you have?" David stood in the doorway.
"To many. Way too many."
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𝑨𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒆
It's not often that Sakusa feels alone, but when he does, it hit him hard. Thankfully for him, you are there to help him out whenever it happens
[Part 2]
Masterlist
Sakusa is looking at his phone, his messages to be exact.
“We just won the preliminars, we’re going to the Nationals” reads the message. He sent it about 10 minutes ago. It wasn’t even opened.
‘They don't care’ he thought. He was alone; his parents couldn’t even bother to congratulate him over text for something he was proud of; his brothers think volleyball it’s stupid; plus, Komori was recovering from a minor injury, so he wasn’t here either. He was alone, nobody was there to celebrate with him…
“Kiyoomii!” he hears from behind him, a familiar voice calling his name.
You met Kiyoomi last year, in your first year of Itachiyama. You, for some reason that he didn’t understand, decided to become his friend after your first day, when he was sitting on the gym floor. He remembers that you were lost, and you found your way into the gym. He helped you, of course he did, and since then he couldn’t get rid of you even if he tried, not that he wanted anyway.
“You were soo good today!” you exclaim as you get close to him, big smile on. He looks at you with slight confusion, why were you still here?
“Your color match is terrible” he says instead, looking at your outfit. The red pants with white letters from your new school match with the bright yellow-green jacket.
“Don’t judge me or my clothes” you hit him slightly
“What are you doing here? Nekoma match was over a long time ago” he says in an attempt to forget his previous thoughts
“I’m here to support you silly. I’m always going to be here for you” you tell him like it was the most obvious thing ever.
He looks at you with wide eyes, suddenly feeling an emotion that he doesn’t remember feeling before. But you were an expert when it comes to bringing emotions he thought he never had.
Like when you told him that you had to move to another city in Tokyo, and therefore, change schools, making him feel an emptiness in his chest.
Like the amount of rage he felt when you told him about the constant teasing you suffered with your old classmates just because you weren’t rich like the rest, rage that turn into feeling useless for not being able to protect you.
Or when you told him in one of your many calls how happy you were at your new school and how much fun you were having being the manager of the Nekoma High Volleyball team, when you made him feel sick of his stomach by the mere thought of you replacing him.
And like now, when you made his eyes watery by just saying something so simple.
“Omi? Are you ok? Did I say something wrong?” you ask before he pulls you into his chest, hiding his face in the crock of your neck.
“Thank you” he simply states, but he knows that you understand exactly what he means. You always knew.
“Of course. I’m so proud of you, Omi” you told him caressing the back of his head, which just made him tight his arms around you even more to contain his sniffles.
He completely forgot about every one of his thoughts, the screams of his school suddenly disappeared, he ignored every muffled comment saying how surprising it was that someone like him was showing emotions; because he wasn’t alone, he was with you, the safe place that he didn’t knew he needed.
“Better now, you cry-baby?” you say teasingly, earning a chuckle and a playful pinch in your waist “wanna go and eat dinner? I can go with your team…or you can come with mine, I’m sure they would love to meet you”
“What about my place? I can ask the chef to cook us your favorite” he asks with his normal self back on track, not quite sure why he feels happy that you want him to meet the team that you hold so dear to your heart.
“Oh yeah, I forgot that Mr. I-have-people-that-work-for-me doesn’t like the food of the peasants” you joked, this time receiving a small flick on your forehead
“If you don’t come you’re not eating pasta ever again” he says chuckling again as you protests about how mean he is with the smile that he grew to love “make sure to schedule a practice with your school before Nationals, they will be a good challenge”
“Eh? The great N°1 ace of all Japan wants to train with a normal high school instead of the university clubs?” you ask with full sarcasm, making him roll his eyes before starting to walk towards the exit.
“Forget it then”
“I’m kidding, I’m kidding, of course I will. I can’t wait for you to meet them” you say holding his arm, making an bunch of fireworks explode on his stomach.
You made him feel so complete ever since you enter into his life, so it’s only logical to take the next step. Hopefully he can present himself as your boyfriend when he meets your team next time.
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Recruit Pick-Up Lines
You're out with the team, in the pub the guys always pick when the recruits wander in. Most of the team groans. It's the worst part of bringing in the greenhorns. They think they have more social capital built up than they ever could in a lifetime, and as one of the few women, you bear the brunt of it.
Sure enough, one of the recruits immediately says, "Is it hot in here, or is it just you?" Your lip curls, but you don't respond, just taking a drink of your beer. He tries again, "Do you have a map? Because I could get lost in your eyes." The men around you groan and start taking the piss.
"This fuck thinks that's gonna get him laid."
"Shhh... I want to hear his next dumb line." The recruit falters slightly at their not so quiet words, but forges ahead all the same.
"Did anyone order some," he flexes his arms. "FREEDOM?!" You laugh, stunned that he thinks that would work in any universe. He thinks he is in, though, and he moves closer, ready to follow it up.
"Did you hear that twat?! That is the worst one, yet!" Ghost can't contain himself a moment longer, laughing with his head thrown back, tears streaming down his face.
"Fine, you do better, sir!" There was such a complete lack of respect in his words that Ghost sobered immediately. He turns to you, a smirk under his mask.
"Wan sum fuk?" You jokingly nod enthusiastically before laughing.
"Ok, now do it all proper, Ghost. See if you can pick me up." The wink he sends you is sexier than it should be. Must be the drinks, but you haven't even finished a pint.
"Luv, I have sat at this table week after week trying to work up the courage to ask you to join me on that dance floor and never managed it, no matter how many drinks I take on board or how sober I am at the end of the night. I suppose it is now or never. Will you do me the honor of having a dance with me?"
You smile softly. "We have something in common then. I would love to, handsome." He freezes, seemingly trying to gauge if you are joking. You stand and offer him your hand. He excitedly accepts, and soon you are cheek to cheek on the dance floor.
"Finally! They've been mooning at each other for months!" Gaz sighs, handing a stack of bills to Soap. "Missed the mark by a month."
"I didn't have this month, mate." Soap refuses the money with just a hint of frustration.
"Then, who did?" Gaz can't remember anyone else joining in on this bet.
Soap is already paging through a small notebook and holds up a finger. The recruit decides to make himself scarce, having failed thoroughly.
"She did. It was her! She wasn't even part of the betting pool. How did she make a bet?" From the dance floor, they hear Ghost's loud laughter boom out again, surprising them as they've never seen him so carefree. You're grinning up at him like it's the best thing you have ever heard.
"She rigged it! They aren't going out..." Just then, you tug up Ghost's mask and kiss him passionately. "Well, umm... I guess she won, then." It's only moments later that you stumble out the door, dragging a dazed Ghost with you, intending to show him exactly what you've both been missing.
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It Wasn’t Meant To Be Like This
Ch1 The Adventures Of Cedar Addams
“I’m afraid it’s not great news Mrs Addams, even with the simulated sperm we formulated from your wife’s DNA you will not be able to have a baby of your own.”
Enid dropped her head low and started to shake, a sure fire indication the worst kind of tears were about to make themselves known - tears of despair.
Wednesday pulled her wife closely and hugged her, the same type of desperate hug they had shared that first night in the woods, broken and blood stained with their classmates watching. This time it wasn’t a hug of relief, an embrace of a victory won and a heart given in service, this was lamenting a future they wanted but now could never have. Not even one of Grandmama Addams’ most elaborate potions could save this heartbreaking situation.
Wednesday couldn’t have kids after the stab wound from Crackstone they found had damaged her womb, and Enid, they subsequently learnt during the following conversation with the doctor, had a congenital disease which meant her reproductive system just didn’t work how it should do.
Wednesday didn’t think the tears would ever stop, and even joined in as they sat in their car outside after the consultation, repeating the embrace in a vain attempt to recover the bubbly positivity she once endured from Enid Sinclair, but now depended on with Enid Addams to keep her sane.
All was lost. All their hopes and dreams to have their own family, their own Wolfpack.
The drive home back to their mountain lodge - more of a sprawling luxury estate - was done in silence, with just a brief stop for Enid’s favourite Taco-Bell which failed to lift Enid’s mood, which in turn darkened Wednesday’s mind even further.
She just didn’t know what to do for Enid.
The drive back home along the five mile private gravel drive they had made thousands of times, so when the small creature leapt out of the rocky undergrowth into the path of their Range Rover Wednesday almost didn’t react in time.
Shuddering to a halt caused a huge cloud of dust to rise up, which took a few seconds to disperse.
“Did we hit it?” asked Enid shakily.
“I don’t think so querida - are you harmed?” Wednesday asked, holding Enid’s elbow tentatively.
“No I’m ok, thank you dearest.” Enid replied, still staring out if the windscreen to try and see the creature again.
“There it is Enid - to the right.”
Enid’s eyes followed Wednesday's pointed finger to the side of the road where they could see the creature trying to hide behind a rock, but it’s oddly hairy back legs were easily visible.
As usual Enid was the first Addams to react, her concern evident in her haste to get out of the car and approach the animal. Wednesday watched as her wife picked the creature up and held it for a few seconds before turning around and bringing it to the drivers door as Wednesday wound the window down.
Wednesday was always more careful as she didn’t have Enid’s razor sharp claws or incredible strength when it came to wild animals. Her wolf was always her protector.
“Willa look! The Moon gods have blessed us today!!”
Wednesday could see clearly what Enid was holding - a small, shaking, scared, half shifted female werewolf, who could not have been more than five or six years old
“But Enid, how has she shifted - sorry half shifted - it’s daylight?”
Enid beamed a large smile as she stroked the wolf’s head to keep it calm, which she seemed to do almost instantly. Enid had that effect on all forms of life - human, animal or anywhere in between.
“She is a daywolf, a very rare form of werewolf who can change at any time, but are generally very poorly treated and often cast out into the wild when young as most werewolf families can’t handle their unpredictable behaviour.”
“Oh no Enid - does that mean……”
“Yes,” Enid interrupted, “she’s a lone wolf, just like little old me.”
Fresh tears rolled down Enid’s cheeks, and the little daywolf reached out and pawed at Enid’s cheeks, it’s baby soft fur soaking up the moisture before Wednesday had a chance to wipe her wife’s tears herself.
She looked into Enid’s eyes, sparkling blue and bright as the sun, and knew right there that Enid was now a mum. And so in turn she was one too.
Her heart broke with happiness, not that it showed on her face. She had a reputation to keep after all.
“What shall we call her?” asked Wednesday.
Enid smiled an even broader grin as she stared back into her tiny wife’s obsidian black irises.
“I don’t care, it’s doesn’t matter to me.” Enid stroked the little girls hair to calm her, already lost in her love for the scared wolf in her arms.
“How about Cedar? She ran out from a cedar tree at the side of the road. Seems apt.”
“Mmmm that’s perfect Willa. Come on Cedar, time to go home.”
The little daywolf growled contentedly and licked Enid’s face quickly before she had chance to react, making Enid giggle like a schoolgirl.
As they pulled up to the front of their house Enid jumped out and rushed inside with Cedar, mumbling about a bath and some raw meat for the new arrival.
Wednesday paused as she turned around to survey the vast valley in which their house was situated, the front looking out over the whole impressive vista. She imagined the colourfully dressed figure of Mother Nature leading Cedar to find their land and then their home. It had only been a few minutes and Wednesday knew that this gift was truly direct from the earth spirit herself.
She whispered quietly into the wind, bowing her head in reverence of all that was around her.
“Thank you.”
She allowed a tear of joy to run down her cold cheek. then followed Enid inside, pushing the door shut on their home as happy squeals and laughs sounded from their bathroom. Clearly their daughter was receiving her first ever bath.
Wednesday didn't even try to stop the dimples from appearing on her cheeks as she smiled.
“What a truly dreadful day” she muttered as she found herself skipping towards the bathroom, like a lovesick idiot.
She wouldn’t have it any other way.
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YES! yes hurt me won with 82.4% and i cant WAIT to cry over bookstore joey once more! he has my full heart and i need him to violently sob over me whilst clinging on and telling me he loves me: bitch, do you worst!
HURT ME!
fine, bitch. just know that i hurt my own feelings writing this, and none of you will be eligible for compensation :) here's the bit of when bookstore!joe and you had the saddest fight you'd ever had with him from the series A Whisper Away - enjoy
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But, I Love You
Date night.
You weren’t meant to be screaming at each other on date night. You rarely ever had date nights to begin with... maybe that was why you weren’t any good at them. But this disastrous? Neither of you had seen it coming.
Joe’d decided to mark a random Friday night in July in both your calendars as date night. With the store and the apartment empty, tidied up, and void of any immediate responsibility, you took a lot longer to get ready than you’d usually take.
Put some music on and took time to slowly do your make-up and to blend properly for once. Not that you looked any different in the end. You’d just been slower. Hadn’t rushed yourself until Joe said, “I’ll wait downstairs,” and you saw him walk past the opened bathroom door in a black trench coat.
You were going to look far too casual next to him in what you had on, so you quickly rushed your lip balm, sprayed your face with setting spray and went to find something else to wear. Something more sleek, and shinier, and... more black, for easy elegance.
You still looked casual.
Knew you’d look it especially next to Joe.
Didn’t know how to match Joe in smartness, even if you tried.
It wasn’t really a fair race if you were honest – fancy actor on a steady climb to more exciting things and bookstore owner that relished in the silence and comfort written words brought.
When you made your way down the stairs, out of the clouds of scents that hairspray, bodylotion and perfume left lingering, it was nice to step into the scent of books. Of old paper, and wooden shelves and old leather armchairs.
You weren’t going to lie, you amped that shit up by placing strategic scented candles around – never to be lit without supervision. Obviously.
Stepping into the store front, you expected Joe to maybe be tidying a little, like either of you would often do if you were in there for a little longer than a minute after closing. Straighten some shelves, pile some stray books that were left near the till, or even sweep the walkways a little.
Instead, Joe was just sat in one of the armchairs and seemed lost in thought. Not on his phone. Not holding a book. Just, looking up and around, but eyes quickly found you once you stepped into view.
“Hey, gorgeous,” he smiled, pushed his cheeks up and turned his eyes into slits.
“Sorry for making you wait,” you said, going to collect your keys from one of the drawers.
“That’s ok, we’ve got some time ‘til the reservation, we could even walk if we wanted,”
Rummaging, you noticed the keys to the front door weren’t where you thought you’d left them.
“Have you seen the–”
You heard them jingle in Joe’s hand before you looked up and smiled. Joe was already standing by the door.
“Walking’s fine, although, maybe not for the way back,” you said, revealing your heeled ankle boots when you stepped around the counter. “Or you’d have to be all right with holding me upright the whole way back,”
“Hmh, sounds romantic,”
“We’ll have eaten; you’ll be sluggish, and I’ll be extra heavy,”
“Yea, maybe not,” Joe said around a laugh, doorhandle in hand.
“Where are we going, again?” you slung an arm into a jacket. Sure, it was July, but it had been abnormally cold for the time of year. Felt more like autumn. Looked more like autumn too – grey skies, wet streets, wind.
When you mentioned the restaurant he picked, you froze.
Made eye-contact.
Dropped your shoulders.
Groaned as you tilted your head.
“Are you joking?”
Joe gave an awkward chuckle, looked confused. “Why would I be joking? You know I know Maurice,”
The head chef.
“Yea, but that’s like... that place is one big room with window’s all ‘round. Can we not go? Not there, anyway? You’ll be stared at all night.”
You would both be stared at all night.
Joe just shrugged. Scrunched his nose up a little.
“So? Let them stare. I’ll only have eyes for you anyway.”
And you knew it was meant to be cute. Meant to make your stomach twist and have it flutter with butterflies, because your boyfriend just said he wouldn’t even notice people paying attention to him because he only wanted to pay attention to you. It should have made you smile, giggle, blush a little, but instead, it made you grimace.
“Joe,” you pleaded. “It’s Friday as well.”
“It’ll be fine,” Joe said, voice carrying humour as he wildly beckoned you towards the door that he was still holding open, hoping that you’d step through already so he could lock it behind you.
You didn’t move, though.
“No, please, I’m seriously not... I don’t want to go out with Joe Quinn,”
Joe sighed. Let his head drop.
“Have my family group chat fill with photos of us with our mouths half open shoveling pasta in – that’s not,” you sighed. “That’s no fun for me, I’ll be on edge all night eyeing for girls who secretly have their phones out... can we just...” you looked around the store. “Can we maybe get take out and have a meal in here? Do a cute picnic?”
Joe grew more annoyed by the second and slowly closed the door. Turned to stand in front of it, both hands in his pockets, and then was quiet for a bit as he looked at you. After a few seconds he shrugged, and you knew he meant, what the fuck am I supposed to do with this?
“We don’t have to have it in here,”
The bookstore had been a touchy subject for a while now. But you’d changed the opening times for Joe – you were now closed on Sundays, and you opened late on Monday morning. And Anne worked the most hours she’d ever worked, because financially that was easy to manage now, and that also it meant that you didn’t have to work late every day.
You hadn’t wanted to change the opening times initially. Felt like Joe was forcing you out of your job, what with him wanting to move out of the apartment above it as well and all. But two weeks in, you had a whispered conversation in bed in which you confessed that it was nice to be able to stay in bed a little longer on Sundays. Have slow breakfasts together. Have Anne do the things you’d normally do after opening hours during her shift. Joe’d only made fun for a second, made you tell him he was right and wouldn’t stop poking you in the ribs until you squealed the words out.
“We could also... go someplace else?” you were the one to shrug this time, but yours was more unsure, more hopeful because you wanted Joe to smile and say, “Sure, of course, whatever makes you feel more comfortable.”. That wasn’t what you got, though.
Before Joe said anything, he pushed both heels of his hands into his eyes.
Fuck.
You were going to have a fight. You didn’t know if Joe knew, but pushing his palms into both eyes was his tell.
“No, never mind,” you quickly backtracked.
You’d sit in a restaurant on edge all night if it meant evading a fight.
“Let’s go,” you stepped closer, wanted to reach for the door behind Joe, but he didn’t move. Instead, he grabbed the arm that reached and stilled you.
“What is it...” Joe started, eyes still closed. “What is it about– why can’t we...” he searched for the right words.
“We can,” you tried, but they were the wrong words if you were to go by the grip that strengthened on your arm.
“Clearly we can’t, I’m not... I’m not going to take you somewhere you don’t want to go,” he looked at you then, eyes all sad but definitely annoyed. “It’s just, it's the reasoning is what gets me, doesn’t it?”
Not a question for you to answer.
“It’s like you don’t want to be seen with me, so, then what? We just never go out for a meal ever again?”
That’s not what you meant.
“That’s not what I–”
“Can’t go out with Joe Quinn on the off chance that someone recognises me,”
Joe said it like that had never happened before. Like there weren’t still people visiting the bookstore on the daily in the hopes of running into Joe. Like there weren’t girls who walked past the windows and peered inside to make sure Joe wasn’t in before they’d look away again. Like every conversation you had with a stranger didn’t at some point suddenly turn into a question-and-answer session about Joe that you didn’t know how to politely get out of.
“Joe,” you tried for the door again, but Joe was the one to step further into the store now, signaling he wasn’t planning on stepping out with you just yet.
“I’ve been out, had dinner at lovely restaurants like... six or seven times this past month, and, I’ve not been bothered by anyone. No, I did, maybe once, but it was fine, it’s always kind people, nothing bad,”
“No, I know,” you didn’t know, but you wanted this to stop just as quickly as it had started.
“Never mind what I said, you’re probably right, let’s get going,” you gestured at the door, but didn’t step closer. You needed Joe to give you an inch before you’d do so.
Joe didn’t give you an inch. Sighed deeply instead and stared out the window a second.
“Sometimes... sometimes I think you don’t want this,”
Joe was right. You didn’t want to go out with your boyfriend and have people ogle all night. You didn’t want Joe to be all glossy and clean shaven and styled in a coat worth two grand, no matter how good he looked. You didn’t like Joe gone half the year, and didn’t like Joe growing in his success because that only meant more of all the negative things.
You wanted Joe soft and scruffy, with a book in his lap, sat in one of the armchairs in the window on a slow Tuesday morning when you’d get to make coffee for him and when Anne would tell you to stop staring at him because it was weird.
“That you don’t want to still do this with me,”
Oh.
No. No, you did want that.
“No, I do want that.” You were quick to state. Had to let Joe know that you did want to be with him.
“Yea, but,” Joe gestured. Meant, then what the fuck is it with you not wanting to go out for dinner with me?
You sighed a long breath, one that turned into a grunt at the end.
“It’s just that... I’m not in the mood to go for dinner with the whole world, you know?” because pictures would get taken and would circle the globe in TikTok videos where they’d zoom in and out set to music. “I just want to have a nice meal with you...”
“Which is what I planned for,”
“Yea, but...” you tilted your head. Gave Joe a face with scrunched up eyebrows. Joe knew you meant that that’s not how things worked out there. Going out in a busy area where Joe had had his picture taken in the streets before was the opposite of going for a quiet meal together.
It was quiet for a bit, and you hoped that maybe the cogs in Joe’s mind would guide him into making a decision. You’d go with either one. Would sit in a popular restaurant with him. Would have your picture taken by a sneaky phone badly hidden behind a music. Would much rather go somewhere where they could hide the two of you in the back somewhere, but, whatever Joe’d choose, you decided you were just going to go with it.
Was easier that way.
But Joe stayed silent. Stared at the floor a second.
“Remember that first year of us knowing each other?” you suddenly said, hoping to shift the mood. “Where you’d come in and would just... be around? Before we even had Anne working here?”
It was the weirdest but also the best time you think you’d ever had in the store. Of course, memories involuntarily got romanticized – your brain left out half the bad shit that happened, made you forget about the hardships and stressful days, but made you remember Joe and his fluffy hair, in his wrinkled linen shirts of which the buttons sometimes strained a bit around his chest and some skin would peep through.
You hadn’t even introduced yourself to Joe, but had learned how he liked his coffee and would give him a steaming mug of it whenever he’d been sat reading in one of the chairs for over an hour.
“No one ever recognised you in here,” you reminisced, couldn’t help but look over at the chair that was now Joe’s chair, even though he barely sat in it anymore.
“If I’d asked you to go for a meal then, you wouldn’t have gone either,”
Ouch.
Your neck almost cracked with how fast it turned to look at Joe. He seemed unimpressed.
“Excuse me?”
“It’s not like you were that different back then,”
He was right. You hadn’t changed much at all, but, that wasn’t the point.
“No, but... it was nice to be around you and have it involve no one else,” and you willed a small smile onto your face, because you hoped maybe Joe would copy it. Would agree with you. Would stop this path towards more mean words and would just tell you what was going to happen for dinner because you were getting hungry and felt the itch to get out of there in your feet.
“I’m not going to put on a show and play myself but four year ago,”
“That’s not what I’m asking!”
“Then what? What are you asking?”
“I’m asking for us to go have our date night... we can still make the reservation, see Maurice, have him cook us beautiful food, I just... let’s go, I want to go,” with a little more confidence, you touched the door handle like Joe had done before.
Joe narrowed his eyes a little at you, as if suspicious, and deep in thought.
“Do you think that was when we peaked? When we wouldn’t even talk to each other properly?”
For a second you didn’t believe you heard that right.
“What?”
“When I didn’t know you lived upstairs and you googled me every night?”
“Oh my God,” you scoffed, offended. You did not google Joe every night, and Joe fucking knew it.
“When all I knew about you is that you ran this store? And you wouldn't fucking tell me anything else about you, ever? Was the fantasy of being with me better than–”
“Stop!”
You were surprised by the sudden volume of your voice.
“Stop it! No! Of course not! Jesus Christ, Joe, is that what you think?”
Joe looked pissed off as he breathed through flared nostrils, brow all furrowed in your direction.
“Is that what you think I think?”
“If that’s not it, then what is it?”
Yea, all right. This was just going to be a fight then. Fuck dinner.
You let go of the door handle and stepped away from it, more towards the counter. Further away from Joe who was stood nearer the windows, closer to the armchairs.
“It’s what I just said! It’s...”
There was more. You stopped by the counter, placed your hands on top and hung into your shoulders, head hung down. You were already regretting saying what you hadn’t said yet but decided to go for it anyway. Now seemed as good a time as any.
“It’s that... I can’t remember the last time I didn’t actively miss you, with your work, and your–”
“I’m right here. Right now. I’m here.” Joe held two arms out wide to demonstrate.
“And still!” you exclaimed, eyes all wide, slightly bent at the hips to get the words out closer to him.
Joe’s facial expression immediately softened yours – no one needed to see the hurt they’d caused reflected back at them through someone else’s eyes.
“I miss you, I’m missing you right this very second and I don’t...” you faltered, exhaled through flared nostrils and tried to pick the right thing to say from all of your swimming thoughts.
“Remember when we used to be apart for like four weeks and be fine?”
“I’d still miss you,”
“And I’d miss you too, but, I’d get things done, I’d still see my friends all the time, I’d still have fun, and then we’d call and I’d have all these things to tell you about, and then you’d tell me about the place you were at, and the people you were meeting and, yes, I would miss you, but it was never the gut-wrenching sort of missing you I do nowadays,”
What had changed?
You knew the answer.
“Now, when you’re away, I don’t even feel like I can function properly – everything is overwhelming and,” you winced at yourself before you said, “And I get so jealous that you just get to step out of all of this for a second, and I don't want to resent you for anything, I truly don't,”
“You want out?”
Joe didn't mean the relationship. He couldn't mean the relationship. He probably meant the store, referenced the thing you said about everything being overwhelming - that had to be what he meant.
“No, I don’t want out, but it feels unfair that you’re constantly leaving me to deal with all of it by myself,”
“You don’t have to deal with it by yourself,”
“I know I don’t! Doesn’t change the way I feel, though, does it?”
Another silence fell where Joe let himself fall into his armchair.
You want out?
Joe could not fucking mean the relationship.
Couldn't.
The silence was deafening, but you didn't want to be the one to break it. Joe asked if you wanted out. Was staring out the window now, after having just asked you if you wanted out.
What if you were out?
Just... for a second?
It was not like Joe's fame was going to stop growing all of a sudden. All of this was already hard enough as it was, but it was only going to get more difficult, wasn't it?
You tapped an impatient fingernail on the counter and saw how Joe turned his head more away from you.
Out.
The careful door that word had opened in your mind was scary. It creaked on its hinges and behind it, everything was a little dark, but, it felt like an out was exactly what you needed.
Out.
Just for a second.
You inhaled a sharp breath and let it out slowly, cheeks puffed out.
Out.
“Maybe I’m not made for this,” you repeated what you’d told Joe when you’d started the relationship. When you’d voiced your fears of making this a serious thing, and he’d been so reassuring, had told you that you’d be fine. More than fine.
Yet, look at where you were now.
Joe was in a ridiculously expensive coat and to measure up you pretended that your all black outfit was good enough.
It wasn't fucking good enough.
“I don’t think I can do this with you,” you were nearly whispering, afraid to hear the words come out of your own mouth.
They were vulnerable, made the area behind your eyes prickle, and you needed Joe to handle them with care.
“Of course you can’t fucking do this with me, what, with all the trouble it’s giving you,”
You got snappy sarcasm from him instead, insinuating that all of your worries and fears were unreasonable. Stupid. Not real. The thing you’d been scared of from the start was still looming over you so threateningly, and you were done with it.
Didn’t want that anymore.
Joe had said himself that you'd get to be with Joe. Not with Joe Quinn. You'd both known what that meant. You'd both been on the same page about that.
You were no longer with Joe.
You'd not been with Joe for a while now.
Had instead gotten to be with Joe Quinn, and you didn't want that.
And now, Joe was being mean about it.
The snarky sarcasm you got from Joe shot the last little bit of courage you needed into your system. They’d also shot tears into your eyes, and a weird numb feeling into your fingertips. But the courage was important, because the courage had been just enough for you to say,
“I think we need to take a little break from each other for a little while,”
You hadn’t been able to finish the sentence without tears escaping both eyes, and now each cheek felt a burning hot path being carved right down to your jaw where you wiped at them with a clammy hand.
It was like Joe’s mind registered what you’d said in slow motion.
You saw how his face fell. How his brows went from being impossibly low on his face, to knitting together up high. How his eyes went from narrow slits to big rounded wet ones. Ones that reflected those stupid Christmas lights that you’d put up that one time and then had never taken down again.
Joe tried to find a little hint of humour. Of this being a joke.
Instead he found trembling lips that tried to hide their shaking and eyes that were somehow both scared and determined at once.
“No,” Joe got up, waited for you to take the words back. Hovered near the chair with his mouth slightly open, face reading nothing but sheer shock that turned into desperation when you didn’t say anything.
You couldn't be fucking serious, could you?
You just stood there, by the counter, leaning into your shoulders whilst tears ran down your face.
“No,” Joe said again, making his way over now.
Out.
Joe had spat the question at you, but had never even considered the thought of you actually taking it there.
“Take it back,” Joe pleaded, now next to you, an elbow leaning on the counter to round out and face you. But you’d let your head fall forwards, had closed your eyes, made tears fall onto the counter in little drops and tried to deal with the overwhelming feeling of relief at getting the words out.
“Take those words back, we’re not–”
You shook your head and let a sob escape.
“No, stop that, we’re not going on a break, you take those words back,” you heard Joe's throat close up as he spoke, voice sounding more constricted with every word.
Joe was crying too now, and as much as you wanted to turn and hug Joe, you didn’t.
You weren’t going to take the words back.
“I think I want out for a little while,” you managed to squeeze out, head lifted and looking Joe in the eye.
You wished you hadn’t.
Hadn’t looked him in the eye.
Seeing the person you loved – and you did love him, so much, almost an unbearable amount – break right down the centre right in front of you was the worst thing you’d probably ever seen.
Joe ripped in half.
Broke down.
Fell apart like a book would do if you ripped off the spine. Pages everywhere. Front and back cover useless now.
“No,” Joe cried, voice hoarse, and he sunk.
His knees hit the floor hard, and you were pulled into a hug around your hips. Around your waist. All anger was gone now, no more snarky comments or risky questions left in him. Just sad desperation that tried to hold onto what the two of you once were together.
You knew that you hadn’t been that in a while, now.
Out still sounded good when Joe started murmuring things into your hip.
Out still sounded good when Joe’s grip grew stronger, and his sobs got louder until they got violent and hurt his throat.
Out still sounded good when Joe pleaded and begged and said the same things over and over as you cried silent tears above him, the only tell being the way you had to sniffle on every inhale.
“But I love you,”
You loved him too, but couldn’t say it back. It’d send the wrong message.
“Take the words back,”
You couldn’t. Didn’t want to take them back.
“I love you, I’m sorry, I,” Joe paused for a wet sob, “I love you, I love you, take the words back, take,” a deep inhale, “take them back, we can’t, I love you.”
Date night.
“I love you.”
Out.
“I love you.”
Out still sounded good.
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