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Pairing: Lewis Hamilton x singer!reader
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Shanghai, China
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yourusername My favorite tour stop! Thank you for such a warm welcome Shanghai! Can't wait to see you tomorrow night!
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bingbing_fan Such an incredible show! You're an amazing amazing performer YN, cannot wait for tomorrow night
yourusername You're so sweet, thank you!
bingbing_fan Thank you for the tickets!
j.m Cannot wait to play with you next week.
yourusername Going to be an incredible show!
jiminsmints I still refuse to believe I managed to get tickets for this concert it's going to be legendary
ynyln_fans Seriously! It's actually insane we're going to get to see them on the same stage
l.h.eight Lewis???? What are you doing here?????
lewismylove I feel like my worlds have collided. I had no idea he was an YN fan
forzalewis My fangirl Twitter senses are tingling
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lewishamilton Shootout done and dusted. Good result, starting P3. Excited to see what we can do tomorrow.
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mercedesamgf1 Huge result! Looking forward to the rest of the weekend 👊
f1 Absolutely legendary performance out there once again
silverarrows44 Merc come back 👀
redbullsroad No. No. I like the energy tho
silverarrows44 No you're right I'm delulu
l.h.eight Oh so this what the Red Bull and Ferrari fans are feeling this season
forzalewis Just give it a season, you'll feel better
silverarrows44 No don't remind me 😭
ynyln_fans YN?? What are you doing here???
forzalewis Maybe my theory isn't that crazy after all...
yourusername
Shanghai, China
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yourusername Night one! What an incredible performance in front of an even more incredible crowd. Thank you so much, Shanghai!
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bingbing_fan Amazing show, just like I thought it would be. And an amazing performer!
yourusername Always love having you in my crowd! Thank you for coming!
j.m Just half of what's coming. Can't wait to bring it tomorrow night
yourusername It's going to be absolutely legendary!
ynyln_fans I still refuse to believe this is going to happen. And that it's tomorrow night. And that I'm going
jiminsmints You and me both 😭
jiminsmints It's easily going to be the best night of my life
forzalewis Lewis in the likes again. Let my man cook
l.h.eight I'm invested in this now. Less painful than whatever it is that's going on on the track
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mercedesamgf1 Sprint day. Let's do this
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georgerussell63 Admin do I still get the candy you promised me
mercedesamgf1 Yes but you actually need to leave me alone and go get in your car in order to make that happen
silverarrows44 Merc admin is getting progressively more unhinged and I honestly love it. I'm here for it, I support them
l.h.eight Lewis always looks amazing. I love this man
mercedesamgf1 We love him too
silverarrows44 At least someone does
l.h.eight Oop-
ynyln_fans YN liking the team posts?? 🤨
forzalewis Postpone the grippy sock vacation maybe I'm not delusional
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Shanghai, China
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yourusername Absolute favorite night of the tour this far. Without a doubt. Thank you so much @/j.m for playing with me and giving such an incredible show to everyone who came out!
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j.m Thank you for inviting me. Could not have wished for a better night. Can't wait to do it again
yourusername The loudest I've ever heard a crowd. We're absolutely teaming up again soon!
jiminsmints I don't have a voice
jiminsmints I screamed so loud when he popped up and just straight up appeared through the smoke
jiminsmints I really don't have a voice
ynyln_fans Neither do I but that was easily the best night of my life. Hands down
forzalewis GUYS
forzalewis THIS IS NOT A DRILL
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f1wags This photo was captured by @/lewlewlemons and posted about by @/forzalewis on Twitter. The photo was taken outside the venue for YN YLN's second show in Shanghai where she performed with Jimin. Several other fans have posted about interactions with Lewis at the concert and have said that they saw him dancing and singing along in his private box at the venue. Are we going to see another WAG in the paddock soon?
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lewlewlemons He was the sweetest person ever. He was in a rush but still paused to take a picture with me when he saw my hat
f1wags We've always heard that he's a wonderful person to meet!
forzalewis I would look to point out that my theories were not unfounded and do in fact that traction. Just for the record so no one calls me insane
ynyln_fans Yeah this is allowed. I like Lewis, we can have Lewis
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yourusername Last night of performances and a bit of entertainment for before the show. Thank you so much to everyone who came out to see me and @/j.m perform. It really means the world
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j.m I've only ever seen you get excited like that over racing
yourusername Can you blame me? My team is having a good weekend
mercedesamgf1 Superstars of different worlds 🤩
yourusername Oh my god this is the best day of my life
mercedesamgf1 Check your inbox! We hope to see you tomorrow!
j.m I'm not even in the building anymore and I heard her scream
ynyln_fans She's just like me fr
forzalewis OH MY GOD ITS HAPPENING
lewlewlemons STAY CALM. STAY F*CKING CALM
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yourusername One of the best weekends ever. Thank you so much @/mercedesamgf1, I can't wait to come back!
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j.m I am never going to hear the end of this, am I?
yourusername Nope! You're lucky I'm not dragging you along with me to be entirely honest.
j.m Truly a miracle
mercedesamgf1 It was a pleasure having you, happy to be able to give you such a good result! You might just be our good luck charm!
yourusername Count me in for next weekend then!
ynyln_fans I'm living for her F1 girlie era
l.h.eight She's gonna look amazing in red, just saying
lewlewlemons I'm crying it's about time Lewis gets someone good for him. They're both so sweet
forzalewis Okay, okay. Just because they're lining up does not mean they're dating. But....
lewishamilton
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lewishamilton Great feeling to be back on the podium. Let's keep it rolling into Miami.
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mercedesamgf1 What a drive!
silverarrows44 So this is what Red Bull and Ferrari fans have been feeling all season. It's nice, I like it
l.h.eight I feel as though we can't get used to it unfortunately
silverarrows44 No but we can really enjoy the feeling of it right? For now?
yourusername Thank you for an incredible show! Can't wait to be back!
lewishamilton Thank you for an amazing show too! It's only fair. See you next weekend!
lewlewlemons Good fucking bye
lewlewlemons They're probably not even together yet and I'm already willing to give my life for them
forzalewis Let's just ponder the YN and Roscoe content we have the potential to receive
l.h.eight You do have a point there
yourusername
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yourusername Welcome to the weekend @/mercedesamgf1
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mercedesamgf1 Let's get it started!
yourusername Cannot wait for this!
j.m Am I ever going to hear the end of this?
yourusername Nope! And you're already signed on for touring next year, no backing out of it now
j.m I'm pretty sure you weren't supposed to say anything about that yet
yourusername 🤷♀️
ynyln_fans I don't know what to freak out about first. The fact that we're getting more YN and Mercedes content this weekend, or whatever the hell they just revealed up above
forzalewis That's a very good point. I, for one, am paralyzed right now
lewlewlemons The day that Lewis makes an appearance in these posts is the day I die
forzalewis Real
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yourusername Nothing to see here, just hopping a flight with the most recent race winner
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j.m So that's what the screaming I heard was
yourusername I HAVEN'T STOPPED WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT
lewishamilton All thanks to my good luck charm
yourusername Look what you've done. I'm blushing now
lewishamilton Then come over here and lemme fix it
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Lewis being soft for his girlfriend??? Like I feel like people are intimidated by him because he’s so renowned and successful but I feel like if he was in a relationship he’d just be so soft and caring! Taking baths with reader when she had a rough day, or cooking with her! He’d spoil her, too. Just give her pretty jewellery because he wants to and because he likes seeing his girl wearing pretty French lace lingerie and diamonds that he bought her. - 💎
take care of you | lewis hamilton
soft bf lewis that’s the only warning 😩 he’d be such a great bf I’m jealous
“What are you thinking about, love?” Lewis asked his girlfriend, who was looking at her new purse that he just bought her.
“I’m trying to think what outfit this purse matches with.” Y/n sighed. She then put her new purse down and walked to towards Lewis, who was looking at his phone. They had just gotten back from a day of shopping.
“Look, someone’s mom saw us at the store.” Lewis showed y/n the tweet.
“I guess I’m the f1 version of Georgina. Not mad about that, she’s great.” Y/n said as she started to put away her new purses in her and lewis’ walk in closet. It was getting packed, but she always found a way to make things fit. Lewis was always the one buying her gifts anyways. He always used the same excuse: “it reminded me of you! How can I not buy something that reminds me of you?”
“Are you hungry? We can order food.” Lewis asked her.
“Actually I’m thinking of cooking today. I saw this recipe online and I want to try it out. Want to help?” Y/n questioned, joining Lewis in their bedroom.
“Of course. I love your cooking.” Lewis pressed a kiss to her lips.
So they spent the afternoon cooking a new recipe. It took more than expected since at any given time, they would distract each other with jokes or do a little dance since Lewis had put on music. But eventually they made dinner. When Lewis wasn’t busy, their nights would often end with them cuddling on the couch as some random show they were trying to catch up on was playing on the tv.
But some nights weren’t like that. Lewis had come home a day earlier than expected from Brazil. He wanted to surprise y/n with some flowers and a home cooked meal. When he heard the front door open, he had just finished putting the flowers in a vase.
“You’re home.” Y/n smiled warmly at him. She looked like she had been crying not too long ago so Lewis immediately walked towards her to give her a much needed hug. “I missed you so much.” Y/n mumbled as Lewis kissed her forehead.
“I’m here.” Lewis comforted her. “Want to tell me what’s wrong?”
Y/n sighed. “Just some work drama that’s extremely childish and somehow I got involved in. I’m just happy to be home and that you’re here.” Y/n kissed Lewis. She then noticed the flowers on the kitchen counter and smiled. She was glad she had found someone like Lewis to spend her life with.
“I made spaghetti. You want to eat now or take a bath?” Lewis suggested. They both looked at each other and started laughing as they had the exact same idea.
Soon, the couple was inside the bath filled with bubbles. Lewis had lit some candles and put them around the bathtub. Y/n had her back against Lewis’ chest. And in that moment, she felt like all her problems in the world were suddenly gone. It was just her and Lewis, something that sounded like a sweet dream that she never wanted to wake up from.
“I wish we could stay like this forever.” Y/n said to Lewis.
“We could.” Lewis replied, as he played with the rings on y/n’s hand. “I love you, y/n.”
“I love you more, lew.”
“I think you’ll love me more when you see what I bought you.”
Y/n rolled her eyes playfully. “Gucci? Fenty? Prada?”
“You’re horrible at guessing. Remember that set from Victoria secret that was sold out everywhere?”
Y/n gasped and sat up to face Lewis. “You didn’t!”
“When I said I was going to take care of you, I meant it.”
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About You Pt5
Sebastian Vettel x Webber!Reader
Summary: Everyone knows about the history of Sebastian Vettel and Mark Webber. But there's a well kept story within the paddock about Sebastian Vettel and another Webber. This is that story.
About You Series 1, 2, 3, 4, 5
A/N: and its a double update!!! im showcasing a lot of side characters that will eventually be a huuuuge part of the plot (winks). also the brewing tension. let me know what you folks think about this
Taglist: @spideybv28 @randomcuboidshape @mehrmonga @casperlikej @cliosunshine @honethatty12 @randomgirlnumber-13 @sugyomama @ririyulife @skywalker1dream @vicurious28 @cristianovettel @callsignwidow @gothicwidowsworld
2010, Istanbul Park
The necklace sits heavy on Y/N's neck. She had been fiddling with it the whole morning. There was something about the internal and unspoken pressure happening in the Red Bull garage ever since both of their drivers tied their points for the championship. She have heard more conversations here and there about who would Red Bull side with, their older driver or the rookie.
It was very stressful for Y/N to spend time with the two drivers involved with the discussions.
"Nervous?" Sebastian noticed.
"Can't help it" she gave a weak smile.
"For me or for Mark?"
Y/N had to resist the urge to roll her eyes. As if she hasn't had enough of this whole which driver would you pick to side on. She just gestured that her lips are sealed meaning that she won't take anyone's side.
"Stop trying to get my sister on your side" Mark apparently overheard the conversation "Blood runs thicker than water, am i right sis?"
"I'm not gonna comment on that"
"See what you are doing to my sister, you are ruining this family Seb" Mark overdramatically reacts
"Your sister is my bestfriend, get over it" Sebastian rebutted.
Bestfriend.
And just like that, there was a pang in Y/N's heart. Maybe another factor of the heavy feeling is that she has been doing her best to bury her feelings for Sebastian. But after the whole Monaco pre-birthday thing, every effort that she has to bury her feelings is thrown out of the window. She was hopelessly inlove with the man and Sebastian was very blind about it.
"Just have a good race, okay?"she reminded the two.
"I think we will score some good points today" Sebastian confidently stated.
"That's the fighting spirit" Mark cheered on.
It was moments like this that Y/N was reminded that the two Red Bull drivers are not fighting each other as the team pictured them to be. They may showcase competitiveness during the races but that's just normal. Outside the track, the two share a very friendly atmosphere with each other.
Soon, the two set off to go their respective cars. Y/N watched the race outside of the driver's room for a change. Ever since, she started to hear the gossiping of the Red Bull crew about Seb and Mark, she opted to be more around them. She wanted to know what they are saying to warn the drivers or make a possible plan on how to resolve if ever the situation escalates.
The race started out well with Mark leading comfortably. Sebastian was behind and Lewis was next. It was going really well for Mark and if Y/N have to say it then he might win another race. Sebastian, on the other hand, has been challenged by the two McLarens of Hamilton and Button.
Then it happened all so quickly.
Y/N let out a gasp as the two Red Bull drivers crashed with each other. One was sent down to the gravel while the other managed to push back to the track. Y/N was too focused that she didn't notice that the cameras were pointed at her.
'Y/N Webber
Mark Webber's sister and assistant, Sebastian Vettel's bestfriend.'
The whole garage was in shambles as the radio messages from Sebastian sounds really angry. The amount of swear words in the radio was a stark difference from the jolly Sebastian that she was speaking to a couple of minutes ago. Y/N looked worriedly as Sebastian goes to the stewards.
"It was Vettel's fault"
"No, Mark Webber wasn't looking and giving him space"
"That's stupid, it was clearly Sebastian Vettel's fault"
Watching the replays, Y/N hates to admit it but this one is on Sebastian. She could hear the discussion even becoming more rampant as Sebastian reaches the garage.
A permanent scowl graces his face as he talks to Helmut and Christian about the incident that occurred. Y/N followed to check up on him and she can't help but overhear the conversation.
"That was not right, this shouldn't have happened" Christian lectures "It will cost us a lot of points with the two McLaren looking for two podium finish today"
"Don't look and point fingers at me, I'm not the only one who crashed" Sebastian clearly not thinking his words through.
"Sebastian this should never happen again, understood?" Christian firmly ordered
"But it isn't right to blame Sebastian, the boy is right there were two of them there" Helmut comes to the defense of Sebastian "It was clear that Mark did not make way for him resulting to the crash"
Y/N felt herself getting red. It was clear as a day that the crash was not caused by Mark. It was getting clearer for her that someone has been playing favorites.
"See, you better have word with Mark" Sebastian said.
"Unbelievable" Y/N muttered.
She was taught that if she couldn't say anything good then she probably shouldn't say anything at all so she walks away. She decided not to show herself even after Mark got a podium finish.
Her sudden disappearance did not go unnoticed but Sebastian just let her be.
2010, Silverstone Circuit
Things at Red Bull garage has gone from bad to worse. It was difficult now to hang out with Mark or Sebastian as the two drivers have intended everything to be a competition. Y/N didn't want to see any part of this which is why she is currently doing babysitting duties at Mercedes.
It was a weird set-up seeing how one of Red Bull's employee is staying at the pristine white facility of Mercedes—she sticks out like a sore thumb. But Mick Schumacher only wants Y/N to be with him as he watches his father race. It has always been that case ever since Y/N met Mick when he was around 4 years old.
"Y/N, are you not scared for your brother and Seb?" Mick asked as the two of you watched the cars go out for the formation lap.
"I used to be scared" she still is "But its something that they love"
"Mama says Papa gives her a lot of stress when he races. I hope there is no aksident"Mick's tone was with a slight worry.
"Your Papa will be okay, he is a legend"Y/N assures.
The cars are now slowly lining up to the starting grid. Sebastian was on pole while Mark was the 2nd one so they were sharing a Red Bull front row. It only made Y/N worry even more because race starts are quite chaotic here in Silverstone.
"Mark and Seb must be really lucky to be at the front"Mick commented
"I sure hope so"
The lights started flashing and the infamous lights out and away we go went off. It was indeed chaotic at the start with Sebastian and Mark neck to neck with each other. They were both trying to take the lead even if it means pushing the other off track.
"OH FUCK" Y/N immediately covered the ears of Mick as the collision was broadcasted.
Mark managed to go through but Sebastian had puncture. The German was obviously mad for losing crucial places.
"What happened Y/N to Mark and Seb, I thought they are teammates" was the confused question of Mick.
She sighs. Her thoughts are echoing what Mick just said. What happened to them.
"Mick,they are still teammates its just that they also have to compete with each other. Its a sports and sometimes we lose,sometimes we win"Y/N tried to explain it to 10-year-old Mick.
She could already imagine the chaos in the Red Bull garage. She hears the commentaries that maybe this was Webber's revenge for Istanbul. The headache that will emerge for her after this whole race will be very difficult to ignore.
"Y/N if I become an f1 driver,would you come see me?"Mick asked
Its like heaven sent an angel in the form of Mick for Y/N. When she hears him talk it feels as if the world is slightly a little simpler and better. How she wish she lives in that same bubble as Mick.
"I won't crash, I promise"Mick added
Young Mick is still very young but he really dreams to be a Formula 1 driver like his father. Y/N could feel grey hairs developing if she sees Mick in an F1 car.
"Of course Mick"
"Good"Mick grinned "Oh look Y/N your brother is leading! Go Mark Webbahhhhhh"
The cheers of the little Schumacher made Y/N grin. She will deal with all the Red Bull stress later.
2010, Hockenheimring
Usually, Y/N likes getting her coffee at the catering but she doesn't feel like interacting with any Red Bull team for this morning. This is why the Webber girl is seen queuing up in a local Starbucks.
She was just about to sit down and wait for her coffee when a random man bumped her. It sent all her paper flying and Y/N could only grumble since the man didn't even look at her to help.
"Some people these days lack manners"she huffed in frustration.
It was a good thing that someone was helping her picking up the paper. She looked at the bracelets adorning her wrist and the long blonde hair tied up into a bun, thank God for a woman.
"Thank you so much for helping me" Y/N started "You really didn't have to"
"Nonsense, it will be rude to just stare at you picking up your papers"the woman has a thick German accent, similar to Sebastian.
She is probably local, Y/N thinks.
"Still thank you" Y/N politely insisted "Do you want to sit with me, the whole cafe is full"
"Of course"
Y/N wasn't usually chatty but the woman is very comfortable to talk to. She mentioned that she was a local but she lives a bit far from here and that she was only here for the weekend. Y/N shared how she is also here for the weekend.
"Wait are you going to watch Formula 1?" she quizzed
Y/N was about to answer when she heard the call of the barista. he quickly picked up her coffee and went back to her new friend.
"No way, you are Y/N?THE Y/N Webber?" the girl repeated.
Y/N chuckled. It wasn't usual that she has been recognized by formula 1 fans. She felt red as she admits that she is a bit flattered that she knows her name.
"I didn't know I am famous around here"Y/N joked
"Sebastian always talks about you, I was really looking forward to see you later at the garage"
Oh? Y/N thinks there is only one Sebastian that she knows.
"My name is Hanna, Hanna Prater" she introduced "I'm Sebastian's childhood bestfriend"
2010, Circuit de Spa-Francorchamps
Sebastian was bitter. He felt as if he lost a golden opportunity by not being able to score any points today. He is so bitter that he choose not to celebrate with the team tonight and he intended to stay holed up in his hotel room.
However, after a while,he grew tired of the hotel room walls so he ended up walking at the rooftop of the hotel.
Only,he wasn't the only one there.
"Hey stranger" he called out "I haven't seen you in Red Bull garage for a while"
Y/N turned around and she smiled when she met his eyes.
He doesn't understand how she does it but everything seems to melt in the background when she does this. It felt like he was back in his rookie days when they met up at the rooftops and talk for hours. It was much more simpler back then.
"I have been busy.. socializing" Y/N replied.
They both know that was a lie. Y/N was obviously using socializing as a front when in truth is she doesn't like to mingle with the toxicness of the Red Bull garage. But, Sebastian lets it slide.
"Is it bad that I missed you and I want you to stay at the garage?"Sebastian popped the question out of the blue.
"I'll be there as Mark's sister and his assistant, I don't think it will work well with the situation" Y/N informed.
There it goes again. This was that line that Sebastian has been hindering him to confess or ask her out.
It felt so stupid that he can flirt with anyone with ease but when it comes to Y/N, its so hard.He shouldn't have been scared of Mark, he is never scared of Mark (and it shows multiple times on track). But the thing that Sebastian knows is that Y/N has high regards for her brother and Sebastian didn't want to put a strain in their family.
"How are you feeling with the race today?"Y/N asked, diverting the topic.
"I could have been better." Sebastian sighs "Maybe I should train over and over again"
"Don't push yourself, you are still in the pool for the championship" Y/N assures
The championship. It's everything that Sebastian has ever thought of lately. Its within his reach and he really wants to extend a lead with it but somehow its not working. He really thinks that there is a high possibility that he can get his first championship this year.
"The championship must feel really nice" Y/N comments as she observes the smile on Sebastian's face
"I mean that's why were all racing dangerously" Sebastian chuckles.
No sane man would want to race in harsh conditions or beyond normal speed limit without any incentives.
"Just don't lose yourself"Y/N said "I worry about you Seb"
He acknowledges that. He is not dumb that the Red Bull crew has been pitting him and Webber against each other. In the end, it places a pressure on both of them to perform well because all that Red Bull cares about is who will bring the victory. The more likely victor will be the more favored one.
"We'll be alright" Sebastian comforts.
Even if this is all a lie, the two finds that comfort and repeat it to themselves. Maybe if they repeat it a lot then maybe it will end up coming true.
#f1 imagine#f1 x reader#sebastian vettel x reader#sebastian vettel imagines#f1 fic#f1 angst#f1 x you#sebastian vettel x you
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morning scrunches, harry lewis.
summary: mornings with harry and baby bog
warnings: girldad!harry, cuteness overload!!!
waking up besides harry had quickly become one of your favourite things ever since the two of you began dating. his face being the first that you saw everyday was just so refreshing and bought you so much comfort.
today was no different, your hand naturally coming up to caress the side of your boyfriend's face as he slept peacefully. before you'd gone to bed, your head was on harry's chest but now, it seems the roles had reversed and harry's head was now on your chest, his arms wrapped securely around your body.
turning to the bedside table on your side, you checked the baby monitor, seeing your baby girl was still asleep.
using that as an excuse for a couple more minutes of cuddles, you inched closer to harry, feeling him readjust his head on your chest.
a few moments after, you heard harry groan, waking himself up after a good night's sleep. and like he did every morning, he searched for you, smiling through tired eyes once he found your beautiful face.
"morning, love," he rasped, kissing your cheek.
"morning, babe."
now that harry was up, you checked the baby monitor again, seeing your little sleeping beauty was wide awake, just feeling rather quiet this morning.
"d'you want me to go get her?" harry asked.
"no, it's alright, i'll get her."
the two of you often took it in turns to do the morning shifts, as you called them. one of you would tend to your baby and settle her down or get her ready for the day, whilst the other got to breakfast and making sure the rest of you were ready for the day.
walking to the nursery, you outwardly awed at the sight of your little bundle of joy, picking her out of her cot. the newborn scrunch was something you absolutely adored and would definitely miss as she got older.
"hello, my precious girl!" you cooed as she smiled a gummy smile, reaching for your face as you held her near you. "let's go say morning to daddy, hm?"
the first time you say harry interact with your daughter, you almost gave him another. he was such a natural with babies, people were surprised to find out he head a mild feat of them.
walking back to your bedroom, you saw harry had moved positions, his body now sat up against the headboard as the sheets rested around his waist, exposing his naked upper body.
he put his phone down as soon as he saw you and your daughter walk into the room, smiling so hard his cheeks were starting to hurt.
"look who's awake," he gushed as you handed her over to him, sitting right besides him. resting your chin on harry's shoulder, you watched how he interacted with your daughter, your heart swelling at the sight.
he kissed both her cheeks, watching as she squirmed and smiled at her dad's touch, her small hand holding his finger, grasping so tight as if it was all she knew.
"i'm gonna get started on breakfast," you spoke softly to harry, leaving as he nodded and kissed your forehead.
it was actually his turn to make breakfast, but seeing how occupied he was with your little girl, you were sure you could manage another day of making breakfast.
meanwhile, harry spent that time talking to baby girl about everything and nothing, things he did with her uncles lately, how big olive was getting and the playdates that they'd be able to have soon, things he'd seen that reminded him of her mother, how beautiful her mother was... literally rambling to an 8 week old about whatever came to his mind.
"did you know i actually wanted to call you bog? yeah, your mum put a straight end to that dream. you'll still be mini bog to me though," you heard as you came back into the room, laughing to yourself at the almost name of your baby girl.
"breakfast's ready," you mumbled against harry's skin as you kissed his cheek, giving your daughter one too. "oh look, you changed her! she's so adorable, i might cry."
"oh, please don't, you'll set her off again." harry rolled his eyes as you nudged him.
the next few moments were filled with a comfortable silence as your baby glanced between her parents, a serene look on her face.
"can you believe we made her?" you sighed.
"i can believe it, yes, because that's what happens when two people───"
"harry! gosh, i'm trying to be sentimental here." you groaned at his inability to be serious.
he laughed in response to your reaction, wrapping an arm around your shoulder as his other arm was being used to hold the tiny human. "i'm joking, i promise. but i get what you mean. like we're actually parents."
"still feels unreal."
"mhm. but," he said, facing you. "i wouldn't change it for the world."
humming at his words, you placed a sweet kiss on his lips, a hand on his cheek as you stared at him lovingly. "me neither."
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Lewis + surprise + fluff
Surprise | LH44
⸺ the one where he surprises her at work.
✓ mentions of food.
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“She’s right there,” Yn heard her coworker indicate while she furiously typed on her laptop. For a second she prepared for a unscheduled meeting or someone angry ready to stress her seconds before lunch time, which just would feel worse because she had forgotten her food at home.
“Hey, honey,” she heard his soft tone, then saw the shy smile on his face.
There Lewis stood with her lunch bag drapped on his shoulders, one hand holding his cell phone and the other holding a bouquet of fowers.
“What? Hi, babe, what you’re doing here?”
Lewis shrugged, putting the onto her table. “Surprise, I guess” he scratched the back of his neck, then proceeded to give her one of those smiles of his. “You forgot your lunch at home, I thought I could bring it to you since I don’t have anything major this week,” he explained, rocking on the back of his heels.
Hamilton was refering to his break that had just started. Yn’s would soon come and they planned a small and private trip together before finding their families to spend the off days the best way possible, surrounded by love. But Yn thought that while her own vacay time didn’t come Lewis would take the time to catch up on sleep, and even see his family.
As it turns out he did catch up on sleep — went as far as dragging her earlier to bed, however he also took his time doing small acts of kindness to her. Reminding Yn how much he loved her. Where Lewis could have simply taken her lunch bag, he made sure to bring flowers and his own food so that they could share the meal. And that went in every other aspec of their lives. Lewis set the best tone. He was caring and attentive, he had his own love language, but he made sure to learn about Yn’s here and there so she could never doubt how in love he was with her.
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Hey!
Heres my request for ur fem!driver series:
Y/N wins her first race and everyone is waiting for her national anthem to play but somehow an error in the sound system leads to this song playing:
But instead of being mad abt it, she’s ecstatic just absolutely vibes her lil heart out on the podium and soon she has the other drivers, some commentators and the entire crowd joining in w/ her (cuz she’s THAT GIRL🤩😂)
PLEASE RISE FOR THE NATIONAL ANTHEM
pairings: lewis hamilton x driver!reader / charles leclerc x driver!reader
warning: kinda changed how the podium ceremony normally goes, but it's nothing drastic, tbh. they already received their trophy and champagne.
author's note: thank you so much for the request, I started laughing when I read it, cause it reminded me of that one meme. Anyway, I hope you enjoy it and lmk what you think of it 🫶
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Y/N stood proudly on the top step of the podium, full in disbelief that this day had actually come. She had won an Formula 1 race, she had won a Grand Prix. The first woman in history to actually do that.
Charles and Lewis glanced up at her, delighted that they could witness the historical moment from this close. They always had the faith that she could do it one day, that she had the skills to overtake them and cross the checkered flag first.
The time had come for her national anthem to start playing. Her eyes welled up with tears, the patriotic feeling in her rising up and the knowledge she had done her country proud. Y/N had prepared herself and had put tissues in the pockets of her racing suit, knowing she was probably gonna end up sobbing by the time the song had finished.
Only, that moment didn't happen.
There had been a mistake in the sound system and instead of the beautiful harmonies of an orchestra being heard, the opening beats of the hip hop song 'Get Low' by Lil Jon & The East Side Boyz were being played.
It had taken Y/N a few seconds to comprehend what was happening, the frown on her face evident that she was confused. Similar expressions of confusion and shock were found on Lewis, Charles and everyone else's faces.
Y/N briefly glanced at the staff on the side of the podium and the audience anticipated what she would do. The young woman could give one of two reactions. The first reaction would be for her to stay serious and be upset about the fact that her national anthem wasn't being played. Or, she could go along with the situation, and start dancing to the song to make it fun for everyone witnessing the moment.
Obviously, she went for the second option.
It started with the bobbing of her head to the loud beats that were coming out of the speakers, wiping away the tears that had escaped earlier with her hands. Then, she began to mouth the lyrics and the sight only became funnier from there on.
The song wasn't even halfway done or the podium ceremony had become a concert with the female driver as the headlining act. At first, Lewis and Charles had covered their faces in embarrassment, not for the young woman, but simply for the entire situation. Yet, once they saw the crowd getting hyped up, they joined her and started jumping up and down.
Upon seeing their still unopened champagne bottles standing lonely on the podium, Y/N started the fire and began shaking it. As soon as her two colleagues noticed what she was doing, they picked up their own respective bottles and started doing the same.
Eventually, the song ended and the podium ceremony was over, to everyone's dismay. The drivers picked up their trophies and made their way down the grid again for the short post-podium interview.
Y/N had been the first one to come downstairs and Coulthard grabbed that oppurtunity to interview the young woman first.
''Y/N, what's going through your head right now?'' He asked, handing a microphone to her.
Her hand went through her hair, thinking of the right words to say. ''Pff, I don't know, David,'' her voice sounded out of breath, ''I'm still processing what just happened.'' She nervously laughed, public speaking not being her favorite thing to do.
''I think we're all still processing what just happened,'' Coulthard laughed along, ''what went wrong there on the podium?''
She shook her head, looking back at said podium behind her. ''Geez, uh, I think there was a mistake or something with the cd and, uh, yeah, my national anthem started playing.''
Coulthard started a new question, wanting to change the subject, but was interrupted. ''You know, David- I'm very proud of my country, Lil Jon & The East Side Boyz, I know I've made my people proud.'' She joked, making the audience laugh as they listened to the interview.
''That's great, Y/N,'' Coulthard awkwardly replied, just wanting to continue to ask his questions, ''So, about the race…''
''Yes, the race.''
''Talk us through it, how did you feel it was going?''
Y/N nodded her head to David's words. ''The race, uh, the race, it went, uh- listen, I've gotta be honest- I don't remember a thing, but I'm gonna assume I did really well, you know, cause I won.'' She rambled on, genuinely having forgotten all about the competition that had happened earlier.
Lewis, who was standing a few feet away from her, loudly cackled at her answer and his laugh was picked up by the microphone.
''Alright, Y/N, thank you so much and congratulations.'' He padded her shoulder, rounding up the interview.
''I'm so sorry, David.''
#f1 fic#f1 x reader#f1 fics#formula 1 fic#lewis hamilton x reader#lewis hamilton x you#f1 x oc#charles leclerc x oc#charles leclerc x reader
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Dark!Neil refusing to pull out when the reader needs him to due to not being on birth control.
"no please stop, we can't! . . . hehehhehHAHHHAHA "
Drabble: dark!neil refuses to pull out
pairing | dark!neil lewis x girlfriend!reader
Warnings: non-con, smut, dark!neil, forced breeding kink, sexism, implied reader co-owns gumshoe video with neil, PROCEED WITH CAUTION, DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE NOT COMFORTABLE
Disclaimer: Watching The Detectives characters, plots, quotes, etc. do not belong to me and belong to the rightful owner(s). This is only fanfiction and this is just for fun.
A/N: you have @mrkdvidal1989 to thank for this, I took a break from another fic to get this out real quick so I could give you guys some fuel 😘. Writing about neil also reminds me of a dream I recently had where Neil spit in my mouth on a beach sooo yeah
"Fuck, Neil!"
You weren't sure what had gotten into your boyfriend today. Since morning he had been uncharacteristically handsy and needy — not that he wasn't a little pervert most days — only that it was becoming so public and obvious that you had to swat Neil's hand away and give him a warning glare just so he would quit warding of the customers, multiple times since you both arrived at Gumshoe Video.
"I had a dream," he had murmured, wrapping you up in his arms, only for his hands to slide up underneath your skirt and feel the curve of your ass, to which you had snapped at him before frantically looking around the store to see if anyone saw.
"Well," you said in response, "you can tell me about it later — Friday's are one of our busiest times!"
Neil had backed away after that, but you could still feel the longing glances he sent over to you. You almost felt bad, though you knew you had to be professional at work. Besides, you relished in the idea of teasing him.
The moment you two had stepped foot inside your shared apartment he had pinned you against the wall and attacked your lips. He carried you to your bedroom, shoved you down on the mattress, grabbed some lube, and started thrusting like mad dog.
"P-please, slow down," you whimpered, the bed shaking so hard the creaks could be heard through the halls. His cock slid in and out of you at a pace Neil never used before, filling up your walls ungracefully, like you weren't his girlfriend, but a hole.
"Can't," he moaned, burying his face in your breasts. "Can't help myself when I'm around you. Just need you so bad . . . You know that dream I was telling you about?"
"Neil — just a break — "
Neil groaned, his hot breath on your neck. "I know women aren't that smart, but c'mon, it was only this afternoon."
Neil could be sexist sometimes. Your family and friends told you to avoid men like that, which was the specific reason you avoided telling them about your boyfriend's often slips. It was just — you loved Neil. You really loved him. There wasn't much else about the topic to discuss, or at least anything you wanted to admit about how problematic it really was.
"I remember," you said, breathless. "Is this what it was about? Fucking me till I pass out?"
"I bred you."
You froze, though your body was still moving due to Neil's deathly grip and the way he was shoving into you so desperately.
"N-no," you protested. "You can't now, I'm not on birth control. I don't have anymore, I ran out, the store's closed — "
" — It's not just that," Neil hissed, interrupting you. "I want a child."
This was bound to happen soon. You and Neil were well on your way to marriage, but not now, not like this. Not when you knew that you both weren't ready to raise a kid.
"You're just saying that because of the dream." You placed your hands against his chest, halfheartedly pushing him off. You didn't want this to be a struggle. You were hoping that he would understand the message and pull out, but he didn't.
Neil shook his head.
"Yes," you insisted, then you got scared. You didn't want to be the woman who only married her man because she got knocked up. What if Neil and you broke up after this? That would be even worse! These few moments of pleasure weren’t worth all the headache in the future.
Neil took your hands and pinned them above your head, pushing them into the soft, cold pillow.
"You do what I say, understand?" Neil said sternly, looking right into your eyes. "Be a good girlfriend and let me give you a child."
"No," you cried out, turning your head, your fear increasing by the second.
Neil used his free hand to grab your chin and forced you to look at him. He had never been this forceful, this violent before.
"Stop being so goddamn stubborn," he spat. "You're gonna have my child wether you like it or not."
He wiped away your tears and buried his head his head back in your breasts, muttering, "Stupid bitch."
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As promised, let me introduce you my two beloved BSD OCs:
Who are they?
Basically, Lewis and Antoine are two friends traveling around the world to discover exciting places while avoiding various government forces (more on that later). Though not related to the main story of BSD, they do know about organisations like Port Mafia and the Agency, mainly from what they heard in the streets and read in the newspapers since they arrived in Yokohama. However, they do prefer to not get anyone involved in their issues, nor do they really want to get involved in anyone else’s.
Lewis Carroll
Based on the author of Alice in Wonderland, Lewis was a man in his thirties with a fancy mind. As a child, he once had a wild imagination feeding his ability Wonderland (again, more on that later) but due to social and family pressure, he got forced upon a path of logic and perfection, now making it hard for him to think outside the box. Thus crushing his past self involuntarily and putting chains on his own mind in order to protect himself from outside complaints. As an adult, he became a plain math teacher for children, with a quite boring life. That is, until he met one certain child in London.
Their meeting
“Draw me a sheep.” said the unknown child out of the blue.
Lewis was stunned. He didn’t knew what to respond at first to this child, which he thought was one of his students. But when he put more thought on it, he didn’t looked like any child he had at the time. Who might have been this strange blond kid with unkept clothes? He decided to learn more about him, worried he may have lost his parents somewhere. However, as they talked, he quickly understood he didn’t had any. He simply didn’t knew about any “parents”. Actually, he didn’t knew much about the world itself either.
“Draw me a sheep!” repeated the child after a while of interrogative discussion about who he was, where he came from etc....
Lewis gently asked why such a demand, as he didn’t want to offend this possible lost orphan.
The boy fell silent. Then spoke again, a sad emptiness darkening his young blue eyes.
“I want a warm friend to bring with me” he simply responded.
Their exchange may have been succinct up to this point, but it was clear to Lewis that he was no normal child. As the boy seemingly didn’t have a name, Lewis gave him the name of one of his most beloved book’s author. The character of that one book simply reminded him of the boy.
Antoine de Saint-Exupéry
More based on the Little Prince’s main character than the actual author, Antoine was an enigmatic individual with the physical appearance of a young boy. Nobody knows of his real age, not even himself. However, most may have theorized that he at least was around for at least a few decades, if not centuries perhaps. One day found and caught by the french government in his - supposedly - hometown, he had no memories of his time before then, except for some vague fragments. He mostly remembered about this laboratory he was brought in, with a lonely room where he would occasionnally meet strangers dressed in white. Despite the many uncertainties surrounding him, Antoine was still of great interest for scientists. He didn't seemed to physically age at all. Could he hold the secret of cells regeneration or even immortality? They soon found out he did age but at a very slow pace, thus looking unchanged for many years.
Curious about this plausible new ability, they decided to make him meet a young girl, who would share his room from now on. This one girl was quite arrogant at first. Antoine didn't really like her attitude but she was the only other person he could befriend. So they did. They soon became friends. Then they learned more about the truth, may it be this girl's past, snatched from her orphanage to become a lab rat as well, or the whole reason why she was here with him in the first place.
It was all because of the young girl's ability. One that would let her copy another one and make it her own. They apparently wished to make a copy of test subject B612′s power in order to "save it” somewhere and be able to experiment on it without having to risk the boy’s life. But things didn't turned out like they wanted as the girl began to crumble under some unknown sickness. Her body couldn't handle Antoine's ability, so it seemed, and she quickly became unable to move. So she made a promise with Antoine:
“Be my eyes and explore the outer world, okay dumby?” she said, with little breath she had left.
A promise reminiscent of the one where they would explore and see the world together. One where he would do so if she couldn't follow, to make her dream come true even when she became a star.
Their abilities
Little prince
No one really knows the details about Antoine's ability. Everything we know for sure is that his body has a very long lifetime, yet not immortal. He is destined to die of aging one day and is still weak to any wound like anyone else. However, we did notice Antoine's body starts to produce a faint glow whenever he gets sick or when his life is in danger in general. Not that it really helps at all though.
Wonderland
Lewis' ability is a bit complex and confusing, much like Alice in Wonderland's whole world.
In theory, Wonderland is quite simple: it allows its bearer to create anything he thinks to be a nonsense, something that is normally impossible. It could be seen as an area surrounding the user, in which he can create anything he wants, as long as it meets the proper requirements (being a "nonsense").
However, as the whole definition of "nonsense" depends on the user's mind, one could have a hard time creating anything. As such, what could be a nonsense to someone isn't necessarily one for Lewis. He is still quite a peculiar man after all.
A strange man, but with many restrictions on his mind and imagination. As he was forced to think with logic for the most part of his life now, he can't stop asking himself about the specifics of one’s question. Where a visible nonsense would occur, Lewis' mind would subconsciously ponder over what could make it truly real or impossible. If he can't get proper answers to those questions, then it can't happen either.
The beginning of their adventures
As they became much closer as people who somehow understood each other, Lewis began to be more friendly with the child, rather than looking like a mere adult talking to a little one. He saw himself in his struggles. He saw a young mind, much like his own a long time ago, slowly getting crushed by adult's expectations and limiting his own thoughts. He couldn't let the same thing happen twice when they still had a choice. So he encouraged him to get creative and let free of his imagination, with no worries about exterior opinions.
One day however, they suddenly got caught off guard by militaries sent by the french government as well as some members of the Order of the Clocktower, there to retrieve the unknown child for their own purpose instead. It was at that time that Lewis was finally able to make use of his ability once more after so many years. Inspired by Antoine’s naturally spoken nonsense, he unleashed Wonderland in order to escape. This also put a permanent stop to Lewis’ normal way of life, as he now was as searched for as Antoine was. It was time for a involuntary trip around the world, it seemed. But this time, Antoine wasn’t alone anymore.
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Now everything is fine
Pairing: Lewis Hamilton x girlfriend!reader
Warnings: blood, hospital, discussion and mentions of abortion.
Summary: The FIA event brings to light many revelations but also makes some relationships fixed (or nearly so).
Previous part
Y/N POV
FIA event and for the first time I would be going, not only me but Lewis and the baby.
I put on a black dress that he had bought for me that he said would look great with my tiny baby bump.
As soon as we arrived at the event Lewis and I posed on the red carpet as we knew we would not escape this part and we finally made it inside. We were taken to our table and unfortunately for me it was the same table as the other drivers, so obviously Max was there with his sister which surprised me as she didn't like that sort of thing.
But times change and so do people.
"Y/n?" I hear her voice and Max sees me for the first time that night. "Wow you look beautiful, what are you doing here?"
"I came with my boyfriend." I said pointing to Lewis who was talking to Toto who was at the team principals table.
"Oh I didn't know you were dating him." She says smiling.
"It's recent, for the public actually. We’ve been together for a while" She agrees.
"you're really beautiful."
"Thanks, so are you. I heard you had kids."
"Yes and they are the most beautiful things in the world." She says taking her cell phone from her purse and showing me a picture of them with her and I couldn't help but notice that the boy she said was "Luka" was the exact copy of her brother.
"They are beautiful, congratulations."
"I guess I should congratulate you." She points to my belly and smiles. "Is it recent?"
"Yes, a few months. We don't even know the sex yet."
"You're going to be a great mom, I'm sure of it." I smiled at her who returned there seat and sat down next to Charles since I didn't want to say next to Max so Lewis would be next to him.
"How are you?" Charles asks me.
"I'm fine and you?"
"Fine too, you look fantastic."
"Stop hitting on my girlfriend Leclerc." Lewis says sitting next to me passing his arm across my back.
"That's kind of hypocritical of you to say." Max comments taking a sip of what he was drinking.
"What was that supposed to mean?"
"You telling Leclerc to stop being all over your girlfriend when you are dating my ex."
"Max." His sister speaks up.
"Look Max I'm not your property, the fact that I'm your ex doesn't change anything in my life or your life so stop acting like I dumped you because that wasn't the situation."
"Y/n..." he says and I stand up.
"No Max, I was the one who got hurt so can you stop reminding me of one of the worst times in my life and let me be happy? Is that too much to ask?" Just then I feel a sharp pain and liquid running down my legs and the next thing I know there is blood on the floor. "Lewis."
"Okay calm down, let's go to the hospital."
"Y/n I..." his sister holds him up as Lewis carries me away.
"Lewis the baby."
"It's going to be okay love, just take a deep breath."
Lewis POV
After we got to the hospital they took her to do some tests and I stood outside waiting and the doctor appears and I stand up.
"Is she going to be okay, what about the baby?"
"They are both fine and Mrs. Hamilton will be fine but she needs to avoid stress as much as possible or the pregnancy could become risky so situations that make her too nervous should be avoided."
"All right, thank you." He squeezes my hand.
"She's in room 708, you can go there now.”
I agreed right away hearing footsteps and looked up seeing Max and his sister.
"What are you doing here?" I asked, already getting defensive.
"Is she awake?" His sister asked.
"I haven't gone in yet but if you can check for me I'd appreciate it." She agreed. "Room 708."
"Thanks." She leaves.
"So?"
"My sister wanted to come check on her and I came to apologize." I was surprised to hear those words coming out of his mouth." She doesn't know what I'm about to tell you now and I know you'll keep it a secret."
"What is it?"
"I was going to propose to her the day we broke up, or rather the day I was forced to break up with her."
"What are you talking about?"
"Because I was very influenced by my father and in his mind me getting married at 21 was too crazy so he yelled and said that I would never be anything in life but a husband, that I would never achieve anything in my career and that I would never be a champion if she was in my life. So I gave up the best thing in my life for a chance to win the championship." I just listened to him. "You know how special she is and how easy it is to fall in love with her. And I just want to apologize to you but mostly to her."
"Look, I'll see if she wants to talk to you or not. The argument at the party is what made her nervous and she can't stress any more or she might lose the baby."
"Okay, I'll wait here." I agreed and walked into the room seeing her laughing with his sister.
"Well I'll leave you two alone, I just came to see if you were alright." They smile at each other and say goodbye.
"Hi love." She says in a weak voice.
"Hi, how are you feeling?"
"Weak but fine, the doctor said the baby is fine."
“Yes, the baby is okay and that’s great news.” She smiled.
“Are you ok?”
"Max is here." She took a deep breath.
"I know he is the last person you want to see right now but he asked me to ask if you can just listen to him."
"What do you think?" She asks holding my hand and the other was on top of her stomach.
"I think it costs nothing to just listen but just if you feel up to it, the doctor said you can't stress yourself."
"You can let him in."
I agreed and kissed her forehead leaving the room letting him know he could come in.
Y/N POV
The door opened and he entered the room, gave a half smile and sat in the chair next to me.
"Hi, how are you feeling?"
"Could be better." He agreed. "What do you want? And please if you are going to talk about our situation please don't, I can't stress myself and you know I can't lose this baby."
"I know, the last time it happened broke you." I was just listening. "I just came to apologize. I shouldn't be forcing you to talk to me, you don't owe me anything. In fact I owe you a lot and I'm sorry."
"I don't know if I can forgive you, you hurt me so much and I can't get rid of the feeling of sadness when I see you." He agrees. "But I accept your apology and based on the situation we’re living I will probably be more present in the paddock, so since we will see more of each other next I think we can move on home with our lives."
"I would love that." He smiles and stands up. "Well I’m gonna get going, you probably want your boyfriend's company and I'm here getting in the way. I hope you get better and I know you are going to be an amazing mother."
"Thanks Max."
And after that day I was finally able to move on without having past hurts getting in the way of my future.
I thing this is having a part 3.
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Young Love and Old Money
Summary: this series follows the story of Lewis Nixon and Josephine Wills and their trials, tribulation and love throughout WW2, including stories of their friends in between. Warnings: sexual images at the start, swearing, minor mentions of wounds, Julian and George being adorable.
Masterlist
Welcome to Hell - December 1944
His lips trailed feather-like kisses down her neck, trailing between the valley of her breast and down her stomach. Hot breath mingled between their lips as he kissed her passionately, his fingers digging into her hip bones.
“Lewis…please,” Josie's voice was hoarse and came out barely above a whisper but Lewis heard every word.
“Use your words my Darling. Tell me what you want,” Lewis growled, he could feel himself growing impatient and the urge to ravage his wife grew stronger by the minute. It had been months since they lay together and despite Lewis enjoying Josie’s company in the daytime, he couldn’t help the jealousy growing within him as he watched her laughing with Webster and Luz. As soon as he managed to drag her away from them and back to his own room, well the room he shared with Dick but Dick knew better than to come back to his room tonight.
“You’ve been teasing me all day Darlin’, how do you expect me to control myself,” he’d whined when he finally kissed his wife, tugging her lip between his teeth teasingly.
“Well Lewis, I’m sure you’ll find a way to reward yourself for such restraint,” Josie laughed, trailing her fingers across his shoulders, tugging at the lapel of his jacket.
“Oh, I’m sure I will.”
“Lew? Lew, come on. You’ve got to get up. Elements of the first and sixth Panzer Divisions have broken through in the Ardennes forest. We’re moving out in an hour. Come on Nix, get up!” Dick demanded, shoving Lewis causing him to nearly topple out of the bed.
“Jesus Christ Dick! What’s a man gotta do to get some sleep around here?”
“Not be in the 101st Airborne apparently,” Dick joked, throwing Lewis’ ODs at him. “Hurry up Lew.”
Lewis stomped out of his room, trailing after Dick at an increasingly slow pace, his jump boots scuffing at the tarmac as he dragged his way towards the jeep.
“This is bullshit. Why does everything seem to become the issue of the 101st? You’d think we were the only damn battalion in the whole ETO,” Lewis grumbled, glaring at Dick who sat with an amused smile on his lips.
“I don’t know what you’re so chirpy about. It’s not like we’re going on vacation.”
“No. I just find it humorous watching you complain.” Dick groaned slightly as Lewis thrust his elbow into his friend's stomach.
“You just keep laughing, Winters.”
“Nixon, may I have a word?” The matron's stern voice caused Josie to turn hastily, hurrying over in her direction.
“Yes Matron,” Josie resisted the urge to salute her, despite neither of them being in the army the Mateon ruled with an iron fist and reminded Josie of how Lewis had described Captain Sobel.
“I need to send some nurses to help at a field hospital in Bastogne, Belgium. Unfortunately, I can’t spare any nurses so I thought I could send some VADs instead. Would you be interested?”
Josie nodded and accepted the Matron's offer, not that the Matron showed any kind of enthusiasm towards the situation.
“Good, you’ll be leaving the hospital tomorrow morning. Be ready to leave at 0700 sharp.”
“George, do ya think you could keep it down? Some of us are trying to get some Goddamn sleep,” Bill's voice squawked from his foxhole causing George to laugh louder.
“For fuck sake!” Bill continued to grumble but George couldn’t contain his laughter, burying his head into Julian’s neck who was spluttering, trying to contain his own giggle.
The loud crouching of boots approaching from behind them caused the pair to pull away, Julian frantically trying to straighten his jacket where George had shimmied his hands inside to keep warm.
“Captain Nixon, Sir,” they both saluted the captain but Lewis just watched them with a bemused grin. The pair sorely saluted him, managing to get away with it as Josie’s close friends so this behaviour was unusual for them.
“Why do I get the feeling that you two are up to something?��� Lewis asked, sliding down opposite them in the foxhole. “You look suspicious.”
“What? Us?”
“No!”
“We’re not..”
“I mean..”
“Guys, relax. I’m just messing with you. It’s okay I know about you anyway.” Lewis relaxed, leaning his head back against the cold, icy ground.
The pair opposite him looked confused, George’s chin chattered as he went to speak. “What do you know?”
Julian’s eyes were wide and he resembled Lewis’ dog when she thought she was in trouble for something. Although most of the time Lewis never punished her for anything, he had been besotted with that dog.
“You know? I know… about you two. Josie told me everything. It’s fine,” Lewis smiled at them reassuringly but his confession did nothing to lessen their nerves.
“You know everything? But you know it’s illegal right?” George asked, leaning forward as if Lewis couldn’t hear what they were trying to tell him. “We could be shot!”
Lewis had never seen George Luz so serious and it broke his heart to realise just how worried the pair were about him finding out the truth.
“Hey, don’t worry about it. Alright. I swear I won’t say a word. I’m happy for you both, I really am. You mean a lot to Josie, which means you also mean a lot to me too.” Lewis looked at the pair sincerely, reaching his hand forward to shake both their hands, cold fingers brushing against each other in a shaky handshake.
“She did what?” Julian’s face was panicked, he looked at George worriedly, resisting the urge to grab his hand.
“It’s alright. My lips are sealed,” Lewis assured them and felt as much relief as they did when the pair visibly relaxed against each other once more.
“Thank you, Captain Nixon,” Julian spoke up, his pink nose peeking out from beneath the scratchy, brown blanket he was wrapped in.
“Call me Lewis, you’re family after all.”
“I can’t believe she told him,” Julian sighed, tears bubbling in the corners of his eyes ready to overflow. “I trusted her.”
“Hey. Hey. Hey. Don’t cry, okay? We’ll be alright. Captain Nixon is a friend after all. I’m sure it will be okay,” George tried to comfort him, pulling Julian close into his chest and wrapping them both up in the blanket.
“But what if it’s not?” Julian whimpered, his face buried further into George’s neck.
“Well, I’m not going anywhere. Okay? You’re stuck with me.”
Lewis’ numb feet ached as his feet connected with the frozen ground, his legs swinging in long strides as he hurried towards the aid station. Ever since he’d received Josie’s letter informing him of her move to Bastogne he’d been desperate to see her, desperate to hold her, to kiss her.
He passed two wounded soldiers by the front door, one had his arm wrapped in some dirty, grey cloth while the other had an aid kit bandage wrapped around his head. Lewis' feet echoed on the cobbled, stone floor as he marched through the church, his eyes scanning the sea of bodies for any sign of his wife.
“Lewis?” A voice called from behind him. “Lewis, are you hurt? What are you doing here?”
Josie hurried towards him, flinging her arms around his neck. “Josie,” he whispered into her hair, his arms finding their home around her waist, pulling her body flush to his. “God, I’ve missed you.”
“I’ve missed you too. What are you doing here, Lew?” Josie asked, running her fingers through her husband's dishevelled brown locks as she looked up at him worriedly.
“I came to see you. As soon as I got your letter I had to know you were okay.” Lewis admitted, feeling a little pathetic but also no longer caring, as long as his wife was safe that’s all that mattered.
Shouts from behind them caused the couples to pull apart and Josie hurried towards Eugene who was bringing in another wounded soldier.
“Lewis, I have to go but if you’re still here later then we can talk some more.”
Lewis felt lost as his wife slipped from his arms and ran over to the medic who was already reeling off the man’s condition. Lewis felt out of place here, he was of no use in a hospital but watching as his wife hurriedly applied a bandage he knew that Josie was where she belonged
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Shots Fired: Part 3
Pairing: Alex Claremont-Diaz x Henry Fox
Summary: Recovery...
Part 1
Part 2
“You’re shitting me.” “I am not, Mr. Claremont-Diaz.” “Please, call me Alex.” Emma, Alex’s nurse for the day, nodded. “Alright, Alex, I am not. Dr. Lewis wants you walking, so that’s what we’re going to do.” Alex was hesitant. He’d been shot only four days ago, and now they wanted him up and walking? That seemed a bit…fast. “I…” Alex began, trying to think of a valid reason he should stay in bed, other than that he was in pain and that he was scared.
“What if my organs fall out?” he asked, and Henry sighed. The Prince hadn’t left Alex’s side longer than it took him to accept a takeout bag from one of the Service agents or to shower. Alex’s recovery, while it was going smoothly, hadn’t been easy. The numbness from surgery had given way to pain, requiring doses of his pain medication around the clock. His surgical dressing needed frequent changes from the drainage, something the nurses assured him was normal, interrupting the sleep he was able to get, and his stitches had started to itch.
But so far, his kidney functions were holding steady, and his other labs looked good. Alex’s incision, while it itched, showed no signs of infection either. Emma smirked. “I assure you, Alex, if your organs fall out, we have a team of wonderful physicians to put them back. Physical therapy will be up in about an hour, and can come back in about a half hour to give you some pain meds, so they’ll kick in by the time they’re here.”
Alex hesitated. He trusted his doctors and nurses, they knew more about these things than he did, but that didn’t erase his anxiety. Emma pulled a chair closer and sat down, now eye-to-eye with Alex. “I understand that you’re scared,” she said. “And I understand that you’re in pain. But what I need you to understand is that you’re not doing this alone. You have a whole team of people who are here to help you and support you. I can’t promise it’ll be easy, but I can promise you that we’ll keep doing everything we can to help you.”
“What if I fall?” Alex asked, and Henry thought he heard his heart break at how fragile his boyfriend sounded. “We won’t let that happen,” Emma replied. After a moment, Alex nodded. “Alright,” he said. “I’ll try.” Emma smiled as she stood. “Fabulous. I’ll come give you some pain meds in a bit.” She exited the room, and Henry took Alex’s hand, squeezing gently. “You’ll be just fine, my love,” he said. “I’ll be with you the entire time.” Alex smiled, leaning forward slightly, which Henry had learned meant he wanted a kiss, which he gave happily.
As promised, Emma returned to give Alex his meds, and about a half hour after that, the physical therapy team arrived. They brought a walker with them, which Alex scoffed at, but was soon after convinced to use. “It’s not permanent, dear,” Henry reminded, and Alex nodded. Emma brought a second hospital gown for Alex to put atop the second and moved his IV bags and pumps onto a pole that could be moved around.
“Alright Alex,” Rob, one of the physical therapists said. “We’re gonna have you sit up and pivot to the edge of the bed. Then, Jess and I are going to stand on either side of you and help you to stand. Sound good?” Alex nodded, and Henry stood from his seat at Alex’s bedside. “Is there anything I can do?” the Prince asked, and Jess, the other physical therapist, shook her head.
“Right now, it would be great if you just observed. Watch how we support and walk with him, so once he’s steadier on his feet, you’re more comfortable helping him.” Henry nodded, moving to stand in the doorway so the therapists had room to work. Henry watched as Alex slowly moved to sit at the edge of the bed, and as Rob and Jess hooked an arm beneath Alex’s armpits and helped him to stand.
Alex groaned as he got to his feet, weakened from days in bed and still sore despite the pain meds. But he was standing, gripping the walker before him, so he supposed that was progress. “Alright,” Rob said. “When you’re ready, we’ll take a few steps. Move the walker forward about an inch or so, then step forward to meet it.” Alex nodded, taking a few deep breaths before stepping forward.
It was slow going, but Alex made it to the door, where Henry was watching with a smile. “You’re doing well, darling,” he praised, and Alex managed a smile. “Why does it feel like I just ran a marathon?” “Well, you were shot, for one, and you’ve been in bed for four days.” Alex nodded, taking a few more steps. Jess had wrapped a cloth belt around Alex’s waist, which she kept a firm hand on, in case he fell, Henry assumed. But Alex was steady, if hesitant, and he walked halfway down the hall before he needed to pause for a break.
It was hard to see his normally confident, strong boyfriend so tired and weak. To see how he was hunched over slightly as he walked, his face pinched with pain. At the end of the hall, Henry pressed a kiss to Alex’s forehead, making him smile. “I’m so proud of you, my love.” Alex let his eyes shut for a moment as he caught his breath. “Thanks, baby. I love you.” “I love you too.”
The physical therapists helped Alex walk back to his room, where he promptly fell back into bed for a nap. “You did a fabulous job, Alex,” Jess said. “If you keep at it and get your strength back, I think you’ll get to go home sooner rather than later.” Alex offered the physical therapists a smile before falling asleep. Henry resumed his post at his boyfriend’s bedside, watching him sleep for a while before opening the book June had brought him.
When Alex woke, the evening sun was streaming through his window, and he rubbed his eyes. “Hey,” he said, and Henry looked up, smiling. “Hi love. Good nap?” Alex stretched, wincing when he pulled at his incision a bit. “Yeah, how long was I out?” Henry consulted his phone. “Almost 4 hours. You needed it, though.” Alex nodded, reaching for the water pitcher on his bedside table. Henry intercepted his hand, pouring some into a cup and handing it to him.
“I think your Mum’s going to speak soon,” Henry said, fiddling with the remote until the T.V. was on. The screen showed a live feed of the Oval Office on one side, a newscaster on the other. “...President Claremont is set to address the nation in moments, let’s listen in…” Ellen entered the frame, seating herself behind the Resolute Desk, her hands folded atop the desk.
“My fellow Americans,” she began. “I want to begin this address by thanking you. Not as your President, but as a mother. The outpouring of support you all have shown for my son has been heartwarming, and I thank you from the bottom of my heart. But my son was not the only one injured by this senseless act of violence. 7 other men and women were injured, and 3 were killed. Angela Johnson, Brian O’Malley, and Alicia Smith. They will not be forgotten, and they will not have died in vain.
“I will continue to fight to end this trend of violence in this country, and I will continue to urge Congress to pass gun control legislation. You have my thoughts and prayers, yes, but you also have my word: I will do everything in my power to make shootings like this a thing of the past in this country. Again, I thank you all for the support and love you have shown my family in this trying time, but please, do not forget the other victims of this tragedy. Thank you, and God bless America.”
The camera cut, and the screen focused on the newscaster, who began breaking down Ellen’s speech. Alex squeezed Henry’s hand, a smile on his face. “I don’t think I’ll ever get used to the fact that my mom’s the president,” he said. “Like, she yells at me for not folding my underwear one second, and be on the phone with the Spanish Prime Minister the next.” Henry nodded, completely understanding the sentiment.
“I guess I should post something more than a selfie, huh?” Alex asked, and Henry nodded again. “I think so, love.” Alex did, a simple post reading “Thank you all for the love and well-wishes. I’m resting and recovering, and I hope to be back to my usual self soon.” June and Nora came to visit that evening, bringing a bag of food from Alex’s favorite Mexican place (after clearing it with Emma and Dr. Lewis), and they spent the night as they would any other: sharing stories, making jokes, and simply enjoying themselves.
Over the next few days, Alex continued to make great strides in his recovery. He continued his walks in the halls, getting to the point that he was stable enough to walk with Henry’s hand on his arm and Emma or Zack’s supervision. His strides were longer and he was moving faster. Alex was needing less pain medicine, and his labs looked fabulous. On day 10 of Alex’s hospital stay, Dr. Lewis entered his room and delivered some much-anticipated news.
“You’re going home, Alex,” she said, holding a clipboard. “We’ll send you home with a prescription for pain medicine, and you’ll have to take it easy for a while–avoid straining or lifting heavy objects for at least 4 weeks–make sure you’re resting and drinking lots of fluids. You’ll have your stitches removed in about a week, but you can have that done at your PCP’s office. You’ll be following up with me as well as a kidney specialist, but you’ve made a fabulous recovery so far.”
Alex smiled, shaking the doctor’s hand. “Thanks, Doc,” he said, taking the clipboard she offered and signed the papers, eager to get out of here. Henry stood and shook Dr. Lewis’ hand as well. “Thank you so much,” he said, and Dr. Lewis smiled. “You are very welcome,” she replied. “But I don’t want to see you here again unless it’s to bring me flowers, got it?” Alax laughed. “Yes ma’am,” he said, giving her a mock salute.
Dr. Lewis collected her paperwork and left, leaving Alex to dress. “So,” he said, pulling a t-shirt over his head. “I guess you’re heading back to London?” Henry gawked as he helped Alex to pull a pair of sweatpants over his hips. “Darling, are you mad? I’m not going anywhere.” “You’re staying?” Henry sat on the edge of the bed at his boyfriend’s side, taking both of his hands in his.
“Of course I am, Alex. There’s nowhere I’d rather be than with you. I love you.” “I love you too, baby,” Alex replied, resting his head on Henry’s shoulder. “So, all I had to do was get shot to get you to visit?” Henry sighed, playfully shoving Alex’s shoulder gently. “You are a menace, you know that?” “Yeah, your menace.” Henry barely suppressed a smile. “Yes, you’re my menace.”
They were transported back to the White House in The Beast, the presidential limo outfitted with bulletproof glass and hermetically sealed doors and windows. “Is there really a bag of your blood in here?” Henry asked, making Alex laugh. “Well, it’s Ma’s blood type, but it’s the same as mine, so yeah.” Once in the Residence, Alex was swept into a near bone crushing hug by Ellen, who he knew was only holding back because of his injury.
“I’m sorry I wasn’t there more, Sugar,” she said, kissing his forehead. “It’s alright, Ma,” he replied. “You’ve got a country to run.” Ellen embraced Henry next before letting them retire to Alex’s room, where Alex immediately curled up on the bed. Henry crawled over to him, resting his head on Alex’s chest. “I love you,” Alex whispered, and Henry snuggled closer. “I love you too, darling.”
Henry nodded off shortly after, and Alex seized the opportunity to take a selfie of the two of them: Henry sleeping on Alex’s chest, Alex with a soft smile on his face. He posted it when he woke from his own nap, simply captioned: Home sweet home.
#firstprince#firstprince fluff#alex claremont diaz x henry fox#alex x henry#henry x alex#rwrb fanfiction#rwrb#red white and royal blue
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June 6
Early this morning as August was getting ready for his daily grind at work, he heard distressed meowing outside his home. He went outside and found a sick cat out by the fence of the property he shares with his lovely wife, Aubree. He feels bad for the cat. He runs back inside, grabs a towel and carefully wraps up the furball, heading to the vet.
Mina Brown thankfully gets the cat in quickly and examines her. “I think a shot will fix her right up.” She explains, before giving the feline a shot. She checks for a microchip, not finding one.
“Do you wish to send her to the forever hills sanctuary shelter or take her home? She doesn’t have a collar or a microchip.” Mina informs Mr. Lewis.
Aubree may kill him.
Not only has he brought in another mouth to feed but he also took a personal day while she was at work, to make sure Thor and the new cat get along and don’t destroy the house or each other. He’s half tempted to call Vera for backup, he knows she’ll understand him taking in the feline.
It’s bedtime by the time Aubree finds the cat sitting on their counter, staring out the window.
“Why is there a cat on my counter?” Aubree asks her husband. She had a late day at work and came home, changing into her nightwear instantly.
“I found her outside, she was sick. She needed vet care.” August begins to explain to his pregnant wife. “The vet gave her a shot and she’s doing much better, her and Thor are even getting along.” Granted it’s by mostly avoiding each other, but it works.
Aubree stares at her husband, knowing she married a softie. “I’m all for getting her vet care but why is she still here?”
“I got attached when she looked at me with those big buggy eyes. Her name is Betty Davis.” August says softly.
Aubree bites her tongue, wanting to remind him that soon they’ll have a baby and two pets to take care of. “I’m going to bed.”
Ten minutes later ~
August had given Aubree a bit of time to cool off before he joined her in bed.
“Honey, I know you’re worried about us taking care of the baby and the pets too, but it’ll be fine. We’re both taking paid leave after the baby comes. Cats are pretty self selficent, mostly and Thor is a good dog. It’ll be fine.” August tells her, rubbing her baby bump. It had taken a bit, but Aubree is starting to show more.
Aubree sighs and nods at her husband, her annoyance and worry has faded. “I love you.”
“I love you too.” August tells her back before giving her a kiss and continuing to caress her tummy.
#the grant legacy#ts4 legacy#ts4#thesims4#generation 2#sims 4#sims4#aubree lewis#august lewis#August and I both suckers for cats#mina brown#betty davis lewis#ts4 cats#simsstories#ts4 story#sims4 story#sims4 storytelling
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🦋 my first impression of f1 drivers 🦋
since i'm slowly getting into formula one, i wanna present you all my first impressions of the drivers:
lewis hamilton:
- he intimates me cause he's too cool. def said "swag" unironically in 2012. idk i just feel like he's bigger than f1 itself and probably the only one who is successful both on and off track.
george russell:
- his face is snatched, his waist is tiny and his abs are shiny. homeboy races like a pro but talks and dresses like a grandpa. i like that.
charles leclerc:
- i didn't realize monaco was its own country. so, shoutout charles. same like george - snatched face, tiny waist and AMAZING eyebrows. i hope he gets the title soon :(
carlos sainz:
- i feel like he's charles sidekick, but in all honesty ferrari is the pussy-slaying team, cause he's also gorgeous. he's in the gravel a lot tho so idk maybe next year he'll prove himself 🥰
sebastian vettel:
- he seems like a nice person, who knows a lot about racing! idk he kind of reminds me of iron man 🤔 sad that he leaves and i didn't get to see him in his prime, but maybe he'll come back again!
lance stroll:
- i like him :) but he scares me a little :(
esteban ocon:
- i think he's neat! he's super tall tho, so that's kind of ehhh for me. but i think he's a good driver and always consistent
fernando alonso:
- idk why he's still here tbh. it's like a tv show bringing back a character who died and is now suddenly alive again. like, gtfo.
daniel ricciardo:
- amazing driver, amazing smile, i am in love with him. he's super cool and is very professional. i also heard he gave mclaren the first win since 2012 so that's awesome too! 🥰
lando norris:
- at first i thought he was some OC from a fanfiction, cause who tf in the world is called after some star wars character? haven't had the time to ~get to know him yet, but i saw him in a "call of duty" commercial so i think that's enough
valterri bottas:
- he reminds me of the sauna-guy in "frozen" 😸 i do believe he's a good driver and is showing off what he can do in the alfa romeo :)!
zhou guanyu:
- cool guy, i hope he goes to a better team soon and can prove himself!
pierre gasly:
- gives me the ick unfortunately:( also i heard he... nvm 🤫
yuki tsunoda:
- i have a feeling he can't fully prove his full potential :( but imo he's a great driver and can be one of the best soon! 🥲
alex albon:
- i like his pets! every race i've seen so far, he missed the track limits but nobody is perfect so i understand :)
nicholas latifi:
- i feel so sorry for him, because he keeps being overlooked. but afaik he's not in f1 next year? i hope we see more of him in maybe another race series 🙂
kevin magnussen:
- i think he's good. i saw a video where he said "suck my balls, honey" and i thought that was beautiful
mick schumacher:
- son of michael schumacher, he should go out and start punching people just like his dad did!
i think those are all, so many names to remember 🥲😅
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David Farland’s Writing Tips: Heating Up
Years ago I heard a story that has stuck with me. Back in West Virginia, a good man stopped going to church. After a couple of years, a preacher stopped by the man’s cabin in the mountains to invite him back, and the man argued that he no longer needed it.
A fire was burning in the hearth and had died down, so that only hot coals shimmered in the fire. The priest took a pair of tongs and pulled a coal from the fire and set it on a stone in front of the hearth. Within a few minutes, the coal began to cool and its fire died.
The priest needed only to raise an eyebrow, and the man got the lesson. Sometimes we can do more together than we can alone.
I got to thinking about this about a year ago. I was talking to my son, who works as a counselor for writers, and he mentioned how very often, when a writer changes one little habit, their entire writing system unravels.
For example, he mentioned one writer who would play a game of solitaire for a few minutes before he wrote. Soon that game consumed whole hours and whole days. The writer’s schedule was unraveled by one bad habit, and my son simply has to tell him, quit playing solitaire. And that reminded me of on international bestseller who once told me, “I lost two years of my life playing Civilization.”
You see, people often go through phases where they write wonderfully. Maybe they’re doing something subconsciously—like reading good books, or writing in the morning when their biorhythms for writing are at a peak, or they’re writing in a genre they love—and suddenly they change and magic stops flowing. My son once said that in many cases, he identifies that change and then tells the writer simply, “Go back to what works.”
The same, I have seen, may be true with writing groups. I’ve been in several of them, and recently I started the Apex group. I started it because I perceive a need for such a group, one where talented individuals share their passion, their wisdom and triumphs.
Years ago, I read a letter in which Ernest Hemingway had been trying to figure out a title for one of his novels. He had searched in vain for one, and asked some of his friends for help. He went first to one writer, someone who later won a Nobel Prize, and asked some advice that didn’t work. So he asked another writer—who offered up the title “The Sun also Rises,” and that worked. Coincidentally, that author also won a Nobel Prize.
So here were three writers in a writing group, exchanging advice, and all three winning Noble Prizes.
Similarly, I would have loved to have gone to Oxford eighty years ago and hobnobbed with the likes of C.S. Lewis and J.R.R. Tolkien about writing fantasy. And the notion has often struck me that in today’s world, we’re free to find our own partners in writing inspiration—our own Hemingways and Tolkiens. I know one fine author who works as a shepherd in New Zealand. He’s a long way from anyone who might heat him up, but the truth is that in today’s world, he can reach out via the internet.
Yet writing groups so often fail. They don’t always fail due to bruised egos. I belonged to a nice one in college, but after college I moved away it became too inconvenient. A number of other good writers also moved away, and all of us, like simmering coals removed from the fire, lost some of our fire.
So I’ve been thinking a lot about group dynamics. What is it that you want in a writing group? Here are a few thoughts.
First off, let me explain that any one person might fulfill several roles. In other words, you might be able to fill three or four roles. Just as you can be a loving father, a tough soldier, and a devoted son to your mother, you can fill any of these roles listed below. In fact, to some degree you have to fill all of them. Yet if you are in a group with others who help support you, you may be stronger together than you are apart.
The Motivator: Some people are engines. They get groups started and keep them moving at a solid pace. These are the people who set goals for themselves and encourage others, then blow past goals without even thinking.
The Idea Generator: Years ago, I asked some writing students to help come up with ideas for some short films. In a class of 20 students, I got several excellent ones, but soon I noticed that almost all of them came from one person, an author named Dan Wells, who has since become famous. He just has a gift for great story ideas, for seeing interesting situations that others don’t recognize. He recognizes ideas that are stale and finds those that are fresh and exciting.
The Storyteller: The storyteller is someone who envisions how to instantly transform a good idea into an original story. Not only does this person have deep insights into the human condition and understand character motivations, they understand the possibilities with stories. When a character is confronted with a problem, the storyteller sees a dozens ways that the protagonist could try to resolve that problem, and of course how those attempts could be hilarious, heartbreaking, or revelatory.
The Stylist: This person has a love for words on a micro-level and an ear for poetic diction—for meter and internal rhyme. This is the kind of person who might be moved to tears by metaphors or who quickly recognizes a sentence that is not right for a character’s voice or a word that has the wrong connotations. I’m not sure why, but many great stylists seem to be terrible storytellers—and vice versa.
The Professor: The professor knows everything. He or she is like Norm on the television show “Cheers.” Want to know a little about Accadian languages? Ask Norm. Want to know the seven types of Chinese unicorns? Ask Norm.
The Accountant: The accountant is a person who recognizes opportunities to make money with writing, who is always searching for ways to publish in new formats or to win awards or be first to publish in a new magazine. They may be great time managers, too.
I think that I’ll stop here. You may see other interesting character types that you need in a writing group. For example, I think that every writing group needs a bailiff—someone to maintain order and, if necessary, throw out a person who is disruptive or not performing. Maybe every group needs a priest, too, to help settle disputes and heal fragile egos.
The thing is, a group need not be large. You could one of those rare writers who is a solitary genius, but more likely you will find that others are great help. You might be an exceptional stylist, for example, and find that Lucy’s input is still valuable.
In other words, I suspect that nearly all of us would be better off in small, manageable groups. It’s easy for a good group to grow too large, so that writers are critiquing manuscripts instead of creating new ones. In Apex, we have a large group of people from all over their world, but many of our writers are finding, for example that they are doing well in smaller groups that meet for brainstorming sessions or writing sprints or to critique manuscripts. All of those are really worthwhile.
I’d love to hear your thoughts. If you notice a kind of person who fills an interesting role in a writing group, send me an email to [email protected]. Much appreciated!
(edited: please send to [email protected] )
Our Apex writing group is about to enter its first year and is expanding. I’ve seen tremendous growth in several writers who finally have written books (one person finishing a first novel after twelve years) and caught on fire (with one writer finishing and publishing eleven novels this past year). Others have begun to win awards, hit bestseller lists, and receive rave reviews.
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Update: Apex is now in its third year and its membership continues to accelerate with individual professional growth.
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The winter flower petals of the Crocus rest lightly in your cupped hands, a few still dangling from your lips as a reminder of where these beautiful purple petals emerged from and reside...a painful reminder of the inevitable...
Sebastian x Reader (Hanahaki AU)
Chapter 1: Inheritance?
Leaving the city I grew up in was a big change for me. Moving to a small town that I had never heard uttered from a single person's lips was bigger. Pelican Town was certainly an interesting name for a small town, and my now-deceased grandfather had decided this was a perfect place to live all those years ago when he was tired of the hustle and bustle of city life. Maybe I would view this place the same as he did someday.
The bus slowed to a stop and the doors squealed open, breaking me out of my thoughts as I rose to my feet and grabbed the few bags I had. I carefully took the final step off the bus, letting out a breath I didn't know I was holding until that moment.
"I'm Robin, the local carpenter," a ginger lady said, holding her hand out, which I gingerly took, receiving a firm handshake. "I'm (y/n)" I said, letting a small smile rest on my lips. "Mayor Lewis sent me here to fetch you and show you to your new home. He's there right now tidying things up for your arrival, " She said with a smile and waved me along as she walked towards the cabin that would soon become home. "The farm is right over here if you'll follow me," she said, walking confidently down a path.
As we approached the "farm", if you could even call it that, I felt a bit of nervous sweat drip down my forehead, something that Robin must have noticed as she turned towards me. "What's wrong? Sure it's a bit overgrown-", ‘a bit is an understatement' I thought, looking around,"-but there is some good soil underneath that mess!" She said, humming gently. "But here we are, you're new home,".
It was just then that Mayor Lewis walked out of my house with a whistle. "Ah! You must be the new farmer!" He said, seeming a little shaken to see us standing there as he walked out," Welcome, I'm Lewis, the Mayor of Pelican Town." He grinned, then seemed thoughtful for a moment. "You know, everyone has been asking about you. It's not every day someone new moves in. It's quite a big deal!" He said. 'Great, no pressure put on me at all..' I thought sarcastically. "So, you're moving into your grandfather's old cottage. It's a good house...very 'rustic'..." Lewis started, breaking the silence, before Robin butted in. "Rustic? That's one way to put it..." she said, "Crusty might be a little more apt, though." She said that is the last thing I heard before I perked up at rest. "...rest. Tomorrow you ought to explore the town a bit and introduce yourself. The townspeople would appreciate that." He said, leaving with one final remark about the box. Something about selling things? I wasn't paying attention, I just wanted to rest. With his final remarks, he and Robin both left, leaving me to the wonderful bed waiting inside my new home...
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I wake up, eyes blurry as the sun violated them so early in the morning. I rubbed, ridding them of crusties and early morning tears as I slowly slid out of bed. That's when I notice a box, which I make my way to at a snail's pace, opening it to see parsnip seeds and tools to help me with the farming and clearing out I was supposed to do. "I'm starting to wonder why I decided to do this..." I murmur to myself, yawning lightly. I pick up the tools and place the seeds in my pocket, heading out to start clearing a spot for these future parsnips.
"And...done." She says, wiping my brow. "Cleared, planted, and watered," I say and place my watering can down on my porch. "I suppose I should go meet the townsfolk, it'll help me in the long run," I say and head off to town, roaming while I wait for things to open.
Finally, MOST everything had opened, so I entered a place called Pierre's to see a man behind the counter, who I assumed was Pierre. I introduced myself to him before turning to find a girl about my age, who I learned was named Abigail, Pierre's daughter. I bought a few seeds from him with the little money I had to plant later as I slowly made my way around town. Abigail decided to join me and helped introduce me to everyone, which meant her friends, or friend, as well. I got along well with her and Sam and was told I'd meet the other later, seeing as he was grumpy and refused to leave his room until later that day.
By then I had decided to head back home to continue tidying up the land and plant the seeds I had just bought in hopes of earning back the money I spent and then some. Before I knew it, it was night time and I was exhausted, so I decided to turn in for the night, almost excited to see what tomorrow would bring.
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This is also on my Wattpad under @For_Nevermore with the same cover
This is my first fanfic and im trying to get into writing
I’m open to criticism, just please be nice about it 🙏
#fanfic#sdv sebastian#sebastian x reader#sdv fanfic#hanahaki#hanahaki disease#angst#eventual fluff#maybe not
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Behind His Back
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harry lewis x fem!reader
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requested: Hello, could you do something where reader is best mates with cal and he brings her to shoots and in vids and such and her and Harry are kinda together but no one knows then someone accidentally outs them thanks !! 🙌🏻
Yours and Cal’s laughter reached the spot that the other guys had picked for filming long before the two of you did, poking and chasing each other as you barrelled through the doors. Cal was joining in on some game that they were filming for moresidemen and he’d dragged you along so you could sit off camera and poke fun at all eight of them.
As soon as you’d fallen into the venue, a bright smile had stretched across Harry’s face. Seeing you as happy and full of life as you were made him impossibly happy, as soppy as it sounded. All he wanted was to wander over and pull you into his arms, maybe surprise you so you let out that funny squeal you did whenever she shocked you.
But he couldn’t.
Although he’d never said it, it was sort of an unwritten rule of Cal’s that you were off limits for any of his friends. Maybe that made it all the more exciting, sneaking around behind your best friend’s back. You knew that it wouldn’t end well, it would either end in heartbreak between you and Harry or anger from Cal. Neither was an outcome you wanted, but one of them was bound to be inevitable.
Ethan had noticed Harry staring at you and was prepared to embarrass his best friend, not knowing that he was one of the only people that knew the truth about yours and Harry’s relationship. “Gonna go give your girlfriend a smooch, Bog?”, Ethan asked, grin as bright as ever as he shoved Harry playfully in your direction.
You and Harry both froze, eyes wide in surprise and fear. The humour drained out of Ethan’s face as he watched yours and Harry’s reactions and a tense atmosphere immediately fell over the group. Even the camera crew looked awkward.
You could see Harry desperately trying to conjure up some sort of excuse for what Ethan had just said. Ethan looked like he would do just about anything to retract his words. But what was said was said and you just had to deal with the consequences.
“What the fuck is he on about?”, Cal asked, voice harsh and angry. His eyes were fixed on Harry, practically pinning him to the spot. “Harry. What the fuck is Ethan on about?”.
“Look, mate-”, Harry started, words getting caught in his throat.
“How could you?”, Freezy spat, voice like venom. He turned to you, looking at you like you’d just taken a knife to his back. “And you?”.
“Don’t be mad at her, Cal”, Harry pleaded, voice desperate.
“I’ll be mad at whoever the fuck I wanna be mad at!”, Cal shouted, making Harry jump and sending a wave of anger coursing through your veins.
“You know what, no”, you started, leaving Cal’s side of the room and walking to stand in between the two of them. “You have no right to be mad. We’re adults. We don’t answer to you. I don’t answer to you”, you stressed.
You could tell that the others in the room had no idea what to do. Guilt was written all over Ethan’s face and varying levels of worry and awkwardness seemed to be spread throughout the rest of the guys. Everyone was following the discussion like a ball in a tennis match.
“I live with him and you’re my best friend, I’m kind of involved in this!”, Cal exclaimed. You mumbled something under your breath that neither Cal or Harry heard, but it only seemed to antagonise Cal more. “What?”, he demanded.
“I’m just saying, last time I checked, it’s not you sneaking me into your apartment, but whatever”, you commented casually.
“Y/N”, Harry warned from behind you, taking a few steps closer to you.
“I’m not going to pick between my best friend and my boyfriend!”, you cemented. “If you’re going to make me pick, you’re making the decision for me”, you told Cal, a finger pointed towards him. “And it won’t go in your favour”, you cautioned.
“You’d pick Harry over me?”, Cal asked, looking genuinely offended. “I’ve known you since we were 12”, he reminded you.
“I love him”, you said, voice suddenly small and shy. “And if you don’t want any part of that, then I don’t know what to tell you”, you shrugged before turning your back and walking out of the venue.
Harry stood stock still. Everything in his body was telling him to chase after you, tell you that he felt the same way, but he couldn’t get his body to move. The shock of Cal finding out and then you telling everyone that you loved him, it left him paralysed.
“Is anyone gonna go after her?”, Vik asked, eyes tearing between Harry and Cal.
“I’ll go”, Harry and Freezy said at the same time.
“She won’t wanna see you right now, mate… In the nicest way possible”, Harry told his friend, leaving him no time to answer before following you out of the venue and finding you a few feet away, sat on a bench.
“Hey”, Harry said, catching your attention. He sat down next to you, forearms resting on his thighs as he leaned forwards. “That could’ve gone better”, he whispered, pulling a sardonic laugh from you.
“You think”, you snorted.
“I love you, too”, Harry blurted, barely giving you time to finish your sentence.
Before you had a chance to say or do anything in response, Cal was stalking away from the venue doors and towards the two of you. “Cal-”, you started.
“Look”, he sighed. “I reacted badly. I shouldn’t have gotten angry, alright”, he huffed. “I was just caught off guard, I had no idea”, he defended.
“That was sort of the point”, you chuckled. “Because we were worried about what you’d say”, you explained. “Or that you’d react like this”.
Harry sat still beside you, always unsure of what to do or say when it came to disagreements between you and Cal, and it was only made worse by the fact that he was in the middle of the situation. He let his hand leave his lap and join yours, squeezing around your fingers supportively.
“Nothing I say is gonna make this go away?”, Cal asked, face pulled with pain.
“No”, you said simply, a sense of finality settling in your voice. “If you love me enough to be worried about Harry hurting me, then you love me enough to let me love Harry”, you told him gently. “And, in the nicest way possible, it really has nothing to do with you”.
Cal sat down next to you, a heavy sigh leaving his chest as he sunk into the bench. “I feel like I should’ve seen this coming”, he complained.
“To be honest, mate, you really are clueless”, Harry chuckled from beside you.
“How long have you been together?”, Cal asked you, looking up at you from his dejected slump.
“Officially, almost three months”, you told Cal.
“Unofficially?”, he asked warily.
“Nearly six”, you admitted.
“How did I not realise?”, Cal groaned, dropping his head against the backrest of the bench. “I can’t believe I missed it”.
“We were really good at hiding it”, Harry shrugged. “It was like mission impossible to be honest, you made everything quite inconvenient”, he jibed, earning him a swat over the head from Cal.
“At least I never heard you shagging”, Cal sighed. His eyes went wide as a silence fell over you and Harry, a smirk threatening to peak through onto your lips. “Are you fucking kidding me!?”, he exclaimed, almost jumping up out of his seat.
“Yeah, none of those one night stands were one night stands”, Harry mumbled as he itched the back of his neck awkwardly. “Sorry, and all”. You could see Cal cringing, knowing that he’d heard his two best friends have sex with each other couldn’t have been a fun thought to have running through his mind.
“If you excuse me, I am off to pour acid into my ears”.
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