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agendabymooner · 10 months

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closure ! max v. x ofc (hearth sister!ofc)

“it wasn't right—the way it all went down. looks like you know that now.”

summary: sylvie just wanted to prove that she was good enough for the red bull racing team, but everything that had to do with her history with max seemed to get in the way of her determination— and she made sure that he knew that.

content warning: panic attack (and its triggers), use of explicit language, mentions of absent father figure, j*s verst*ppen 🤢, christian horner, frenemies to lovers (ish), confrontational text messages (max and sylvie), max being oblivious to her mental state, mentions of max’s childhood (not detailed)

note: as someone who struggled to find peace at certain situations, I know what it’s like to struggle in asking for help. please remember that there are people that are more than willing to give you the support that you need.

(i may not be able to update any of the smau works for the next two weeks as i am out of town and i only have my ipad with me. i normally do the layouts on my computer. i’ll try my best!)

enjoy xx

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2016 Spanish GP

If fate worked like this all the time, she might as well jump off the cliff if any of her peers asked for it.

She had been pulled out of her lectures for the week only for her to sit and watch how the racing teams operated. She could only roll her eyes when Christian Horner recommended she should have her presence be known in the paddock and the track as she prepared to work in an F1 team.

Sylvie already knew how everything worked; she was going to be a driver, for fuck’s sake. She had been trained for it. She grew up attending the race weekends because of her father and grandparents. She knew everything now. Hell, she even had Toto Wolff for an in-law (practically). He could just rerun everything to her if she needed to remember.

Christian Horner clearly had a different intention towards her visit. He claimed that she needed to relive the experiences in the garage, the media pit and the hospitality. But she knew the truth.

She had a rapport, her history in the academy was obviously discussed to Christian at some point. How Christian never mentioned anything about her departure from the program to her sister, who now held parts of Red Bull and the other two teams, she never had an answer for. It wasn’t a secret to most. At least to those who were there the day she left.

Tilly was in the Mercedes area, leaving her little sister in the Red Bull hospitality as she listened to nothing. She felt so alone and isolated, her urge to go to Mercedes was overwhelming. But it wasn’t as if she could; Christian had already told her off about her role and position in the company.

It didn’t help that Max Verstappen, donning his number 33 shirt, was in the same building. He was quite adamant on keeping her company but she constantly avoided him, slipping out of his sight as soon as his eyes settled on her.

She found excuses, most of which had something to do with Daniel Ricciardo. The Australian hadn’t minded though, knowing that she felt uncomfortable being around other people especially around Max. Daniel never minded her excuses, instead making up a lie that’s believable to others. Just so she could escape.

Max’s family was there that weekend. Obviously, she knew his mother and Victoria, his sister. Max and Sylvie, the two 18 year olds, were practically soul twins. Born on the same day, grew up together, and had been attached to the hips since the day they could crawl— they were friends, no one just knew what had happened. His mother had always asked Sylvie’s mum about her and how she’d managed to let her friendship with Max dissipate like that. Victoria missed having Sylvie over for tea whenever she visited the Netherlands, asking Max about what he had done to let Sylvie go like that.

Jos Verstappen was a different story. He never liked Sylvie, only holding a certain amount of respect for Julius Hearth and Blanche Ford Hearth. He always wanted Max to be successful at motorsport and this meant that nobody could be as equally good as his son. Not especially when Max’s ability matched Sylvie’s. He always claimed that hanging out with “that girl” will simply distract Max.

Even if he nodded at his father’s direction, Max continued to be friends with Sylvie, spending more time together whenever she and her family would fly and meet with his family.

At the ripe age of 12, Max admitted to her that she’s the closest thing that he had to an imaginary friend. Like he was forced to grow up before he could even walk. She was the one who would pull up the PlayStation whenever he failed to please his father for the tournament of that time. Jos never liked her, but he didn’t know exactly what could’ve made him dislike her. Sylvie didn’t like him, either, because she couldn’t believe that she was the one who’d have to give Max the childhood that he deserved. There are times when she wished she could simply spew out the foulest words and lump him with her own father. Well… she had already considered him a shitty father, and there’s no changing of opinion now.

So for Sylvie to see Jos in the paddock, basically keeping his eye on his son like a pestering hawk? Yeah, she turned away from their direction.

Then another group of people came, the same arrogant smile all over their faces. They taunted her.

She could remember her last week at the academy, when she had enough. These boys questioned her abilities on the track as soon as she started, trying to get her to quit as soon as she could. She didn’t care about them, because whenever they’d race she remained on the top of their level. They hated her because of it. Then on her last day, she was left to be called a name that didn’t even fit her…

“Snake Sylvie!” Matt Bauer was what she called Max’s bitch. He never liked Sylvie and had always wanted to be in Max’s family’s good graces. Alongside him were Max’s two other friends. These three were the same incompetent fucks who never ended in Formula 2. Thus, ending their racing careers early. They were doing fuck knows what these days. Which was quite hilarious, if you were to ask Sylvie, because they were the ones who kept telling Max to “Keep working” or “toughen up and get the first place.”

She couldn’t remember their names when she met them again that weekend, her eyes were already blurry from the tears as she shoved her way through them. “Where are you going?! We’re just going to catch up, babe!”

She didn’t even stop, her feet speeding up as she attempted to wipe her tears away. Her lips let out a stutter of excuse me as she pushed her way into where the Mercedes garage was.

Second free practice didn’t start anytime soon and Sylvie was thankful for that. It, however, never stopped the camera by the engineering station from capturing the sounds of a sobbing girl and an image of her nearly soaked Red Bull shirt as she ran inside. Had she been stronger than this, she wouldn’t have ran to Toto.

As if he knew someone was coming his way, Toto Wolff immediately took his headphones off and turned. His face etched with worry as Sylvie wrapped her arms around his broad figure. She was hysterically sobbing and shaking, her tears almost soaking his white shirt as she kept her head tucked in his chest.

“Can we stop the camera? There’s an obvious situation going on in here and we need a moment,” Sylvie couldn’t hear his voice as it was something more of a rumbling noise. Meanwhile Toto’s stern expression made the cameraman do as he was told. “Hey, schwester, are you okay?”

She was relentless, sobbing as she kept her head down and her arms tightly wrapped around him. She couldn’t speak. Not breathe for that matter. It felt like the last day of the academy all over again. Having no voice felt like she was just as defenseless once more.

“Sylvie, do you want me to take you to your hospitality?” Her bloodshot red eyes, still tearing up, stared into his dark ones as her lips quivered and her head shook left and right. “Do you want your sister?”

Toto knew that the Mercedes hospitality was nearer to the Red Bull area than the Mercedes garage. So for her to go this far just for comfort… something told him that she didn’t want to stress out the pregnant woman and that she needed more than her sister.

He pursed his lips, feeling helpless as he kept an arm around her shoulder as they walked out of the garage. He nodded at his engineers as if he was letting them know about leaving for a moment.

He did his best at comforting her. Rubbed her back, shushing her quietly and gently leading her to the hospitality. People outdoors had gotten a glimpse of her situation and began to speculate, which forced her to hide her face once more as Toto glared at them.

“Come on, schatzi,” inside nobody had batted an eye on her. And instead of speculating, certain people merely looked at the two with concern. What the hell happened, they probably asked themselves.

She was too busy crying and hiding her face away that she hadn’t realized Tilly was already approaching the two. Sylvie didn’t look up until she heard, “What happened, bello?”

“She came to the garage,” Toto said quietly, looking down at his in-law with concern as he said, “she couldn’t say anything because she’s having a hard time breathing.”

“Oh, lovie,” Tilly whispered empathetically, her delicate figure reaching out to hug her little sister, “I’m sorry to hear that. Come, let’s sit down, yes?”

Sylvie could barely think throughout the process of moving from one place to another. They reached the Mercedes motorhome and found themselves in a private room, Sylvie’s lips were swollen and her tear-stained cheeks were red.

She wasn’t even aware that Toto left until his tall figure returned with two bottles of water in his hands. He simply placed it down on the empty table and exchanged looks with his girlfriend. They couldn’t even find a way to help her out of this.

“Listen, Sylvie,” the girl’s sobbing subsided for a moment as Toto said, “I will come back. Okay? I will check and make sure that you’re alright, but I have to go.”

“Yes, go,” Tilly nodded at him, “I’ll be here. Thank you for taking her to me, mon amour.”

“Alright, I’ll be back as soon as I can,” Toto murmured as he leaned down and pecked Tilly’s lips. “I love you.”

“And I love you,” Tilly smiled ruefully, her eyes trained on her little sister as Toto moved to stand and hug Sylvie. Sylvie could only hug his waist, not wanting to let go but had done so anyway.

“Take some time to breathe, lovie,” Toto said for the last time before he left hesitantly.

Nobody but the two were inside the motorhome, thankfully. Sylvie would be so embarrassed to cry in front of other people— as she had done so ten minutes ago. The silence was interrupted by Sylvie’s sobbing. Tilly couldn’t help but wrap her arm around Sylvie’s shoulders, trying to occupy as much space as a pregnant woman could. God, this was the only thing that she didn’t like about her pregnancy. She wasn’t able to comfort her sisters or anyone as much as she’d like to do.

The model couldn’t even think or try to let out a single word, only crying in her sister’s arms as she listened to her shushing. It didn’t take long until the tears dried up. Her energy drained from crying too much over some fuckers who couldn’t even make it to the podium. Them, and that one person would be able to do that on Sunday.

With exhaustion washing over her, her sniffles turned into something more silent as she shut her eyes. It didn’t take long for Tilly to notice this as she stood up, giving more space to the girl on the couch. “Get some rest, lovie,” Tilly said quietly, brushing Sylvie’s hair away as the girl drifted off to sleep.

She really didn’t like being here in Spain.

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Argument just outside the motorhome was what had woken her up. It was normal to have frustrated drivers or team principals throw a bitch fit, but hearing an argument was a different story.

Her eyes stung from opening after her post-crying nap, her feet meeting the floor as she popped the lid of the bottle open, her parched body taking in the water that she swallowed.

She liked eavesdropping, she really did. She liked to provide her own input even if it’s not needed— she was nosey and everyone knew that. But what she had gone through just about an hour or so ago made her lose the energy and motivation to be her usual self.

It didn’t stop her from walking closer to the door and listening in to whatever argument was going on.

“She’s here to observe and work, she’s not here to spectate,” that was Christian Horner.

“But she’s not feeling well, Christian, she has to rest,” now that’s her favourite in-law. Not really in-law.

“Look, I get that you’re looking out for her but you have to understand,” Christian hissed, “she’ll be signing with Red Bull as soon as she graduates. I cannot have her working with the team if you’re constantly mollycoddling her just because you’re the closest that she has to a father figure. This is a professional work setting, Toto, and she needs to be disciplined to be a part of it.”

“Disciplined, in what way?” The sternness on Toto’s voice could kill, unless you’re just as stupid as Christian as Sylvie heard a scoff coming out of the Red Bull team principal’s mouth.

“Everybody’s going through tough times,” Christian said, “so what? Most of us are moving along anyways. Don’t treat her like a child and make exemptions. She’s never going to learn how to toughen up from it.”

“Hey!” Another voice rung out as the door opened slightly, making her step back as she heard an exclamation of, “That girl was distressed after she left your area— the place where she’s supposed to feel comfortable working in. It’s not her responsibility to bear the problems that are clearly happening within the area of your control, so don’t you tell us how to accommodate if you can barely take care of it. Alright?”

“Fuckin’ prick,” the door slammed shut as Sylvie’s figure remained frozen, her eyes watching as they met Lewis’ dark ones. He smiled gently and asked, “Hey. Are you feeling better now, sweetheart?”

She didn’t respond for a moment after she heard Toto say, “Just give it a rest. She’ll work on what she has to do, just let it go for now. Speak to Tilly, if you would like.”

“Don’t worry about them,” Lewis pulled her back to the couch and sat with her. He leaned back as he joked, “Lovers’ quarrel is what’s going on between the two.”

She chuckled quietly, unable to keep her facade. The laughter fell eventually as she muttered, “I didn’t mean to create such a scene. I’m sorry.”

“What? Hey, girl, no,” Lewis felt his heart break at her words as he reached and rubbed her shoulder for comfort. “Don’t be sorry for snapping. It’s brave of you to keep it together in the first place.”

“I really didn’t mean to make a big deal out of it,” her voice cracked as she tried not to cry. Thinking about it was exhausting and saddening. “It’s just— there’s—“

“It’s okay, take a deep breath,” Lewis told her softly. She did as she was told. Many would say that it’s a rare thing to happen but Sylvie listened.

“There’s just people,” Sylvie explained quietly, not looking at Lewis as she murmured, “I haven’t seen them for a while and… I felt so uneasy. Like it’s the final nail in the coffin. I didn’t want to make a big deal because it was at Red Bull. Nobody’s in there. Toto, you and Tilly are in Mercedes.”

“Sorry we couldn’t be there,” Lewis told her sympathetically. “But it’s a good idea that you went to the garage as quickly as you did. Now look, even Christian’s facing Toto’s wrath.”

“I don’t want to think about it anymore,” Sylvie whispered shakily, shutting her eyes close as she sighed, “I just want some closure.”

The next few days were dreadful. She hadn’t wanted to go back to England as much as she did that weekend.

The people she never wanted to see were there. The sad part of it was the fact that Max would continue to be a part of her life and job, whether she liked it or not. She’d have to tolerate him, no matter how much shit she had gone through because of him and those people around him. This was the second time she had seen him and felt so angry. It was like her life was a race. It starts out very well, with her at the pole. But then she crashes the moment she tries to take advantage and overtake.

On Sunday, Max landed in P1. Sylvie watched him pop the cork of the Moet out and showered his fellow podium winners with it. The text that she then received and sent spilled everything that had nothing to do with champagne. But rather explained how she ended up leaving the academy after that damn open tournament four years ago.

Max complains a lot, he could admit, but he never felt so guilty as much as he did when he practically berated her through a series of text messages. He always demanded answers to things that he believed had explanations, and he wouldn’t stop until he got it. But sometimes he wished his relentless demands were silenced by his conscience.

He felt extremely guilty and upset. It wasn’t because Sylvie Hearth refused to give in to his demands, but rather because her answers explained her hatred and anger. It wasn’t just any anger. It was an ounce of hatred and a lot of anger directed towards him.

Because really, he was the reason why Sylvie never turned out to be the first woman to become a Formula One driver. She never got the seat in Red Bull Racing and Max had gotten it instead. Now he understood why she would refuse to speak to or look at him as if they were childhood best friends and act like they were strangers.

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saydams · 1 month

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the usa senate passed the budget that banned all aid to UNRWA and Biden signed it.

the senators who voted for this budget (preventing usa from funding UNRWA) are under the readmore. if your senator is on this list, call (202) 224-3121 and demand they find another way of funding relief to palestine.

Tammy Baldwin Wis.

Richard Blumenthal Conn.

Cory Booker N.J.

John Boozman Ark.

Katie Britt Ala.

Sherrod Brown Ohio

Laphonza Butler Calif.

Maria Cantwell Wash.

S. Capito W.Va.

Benjamin L. Cardin Md.

Tom Carper Del.

Bob Casey Pa.

Bill Cassidy La.

Susan Collins Maine

Chris Coons Del.

John Cornyn Tex.

C. Cortez Masto Nev.

Tom Cotton Ark.

Kevin Cramer N.D.

Tammy Duckworth Ill.

Dick Durbin Ill.

Joni Ernst Iowa

John Fetterman Pa.

Deb Fischer Neb.

Kirsten Gillibrand N.Y.

Lindsey Graham S.C.

Chuck Grassley Iowa

M. Hassan N.H.

Martin Heinrich N.M.

John Hickenlooper Colo.

Mazie Hirono Hawaii

John Hoeven N.D.

Cindy Hyde-Smith Miss.

Tim Kaine Va.

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Joe Manchin III W.Va.

Edward J. Markey Mass.

Mitch McConnell Ky.

Robert Menendez N.J.

Jeff Merkley Ore.

Jerry Moran Kan.

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Lisa Murkowski Alaska

Chris Murphy Conn.

Patty Murray Wash.

Jon Ossoff Ga.

Alex Padilla Calif.

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Jack Reed R.I.

Mitt Romney Utah

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Brian Schatz Hawaii

Charles E. Schumer N.Y.

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Roger Wicker Miss.

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Todd Young Ind.

#usa politics #unwra #palestine #gaza #us politics

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critical-quoter · 2 months

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February Books

I'm rocking out my reading goal this year. Friends have told me that I aimed too low with 365 books but if I blow it out of the water, I can pretend like I didn't plan that and I am the G.O.A.T.

The Burnt Heart - Mae Pierce ⭐️⭐️⭐️ Rules of Our Own - J. Wilder ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ Rules We Break - J. Wilder ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ Fabric of Our Souls - K. M. Moronova ⭐️⭐️⭐️ Too Long - I. A. Dice ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ Unsteady - Peyton Corinne ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ Fractured Vows - Montana Frye ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ Viciously Yours - Jamie Applegate Hunter ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ Never Have I Ever - Stephanie Alves ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ Forbidden Skye - Alex Crane ⭐️⭐️⭐️ Flag on the Date - M. L. Chambers ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ Shucked - Kate Canterbary ⭐️⭐️⭐️ Love Honor Betray - L. Knight ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ Loving Romeo - Laura Pavlov ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ Waiting Game - G. A. Mazurka ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ See You Soon - Lexie Axelson ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ I Promise You - Lexie Axelson ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ Fractured Vows - Alexa Michaels ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ Rule Number Five - J. Wilder ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ Set Me Free, Cowboy - R. L. Atkinson ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ Yours to Catch - Harloe Rae ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ What are the Odds - Madi Leigh ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ Scarlet Princess - Robin D. Mahle ⭐️⭐️⭐️ Breakaway Hearts - Nikki Lawson ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ Feathers and Blood - Ivy Black & Raven Scott ⭐️ Reckless Deal - Maxine Henri ⭐️⭐️⭐️ For Mist and Tar - Jinpher J. Hoffman ⭐️⭐️ A Real Adaptation - Chloe Maison ⭐️⭐️ Stand and Defend - Sloane St. James ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ Bad Wolf - Claire Ivy ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ Xaden POV: Fourth Wing - belle_beebee ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ The Maiden and the Unseen - Alexis Rune & Jeanette Rose ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ The Mistress and the Renowned - Alexis Rune & Jeanette Rose ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ Capturing His Heart - Regina Brownell ⭐️⭐️⭐️ Pawn of Vengeance - Michaela Jackson ⭐️⭐️ One Last Play - Annah Conwell ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ Pretty When You Lie - Anne Roman ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ Scars of Salt and Silver - Indiana Rose ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ The Ever Queen - L. J. Andrews ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ Since Day One - R. L. Atkinson ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ Better Hate than Never - Chloe Liese ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ Tempting the Billionaire - J. A. Low ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ The Valkyrie's Bond - Lucy Roy ⭐️⭐️⭐️ It's Not Over - Kaylee Ryan & Lacey Black ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ Gentry Rules - Cora Brent ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ Saving the Game - Susan Renee ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ Of Twisted Thorns - C. E. Young ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ Rushing Into Love - Kara Kendrick ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ Empire of Sin - Rina Kent ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ Fighter's Second Chance - A. Rivers ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ Nero - S. J. Tilly ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ More Than Fine - Jenni Bars ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ Take Me to Hell - Sakura Black ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ The Villain - L. J. Shen ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ Book Lovers - Emily Henry ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ Dark Lover - J. R. Ward ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

56 total books read for February 2024.

#book #books #booklr #book lover #book quotes #novel #reading #literature #lit #quote #february #February 2024 #2024 tbr

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gnpwdrnwhiskey · 9 months

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Concert ABC's

Thanks for the tag @stillbeatingheart! I'm gonna have to think so hard! 😂

A- Alan Jackson, Aaron Tippin

B- Backstreet Boys (multiple times), Blake Shelton, Brad Paisley, Big & Rich, Brooks & Dunn (retirement tour, I was sad)

C- Chris Young

D- Dwight Yoakam, Darius Rucker, Dierks Bentley

E- Eric Church (multiple times), Ed Sheeran (multiple times)

G- George Strait (multiple times), Garth Brooks, Gretchen Wilson

H-

I-

J- Jimmy Buffett, Jason Aldean (look it was a million years ago and it was a free show at the fair. I would not be caught dead now.), Jake Owen

K- Kid Rock, Kenny Chesney

L- Little Texas, Lee Brice, Little Big Town, Luke Bryan (ugh)

M- Miranda Lambert, Matchbox 20

N- New Kids on the Block (first concert lol)

O-

P- Pam Tillis, Primer 55

Q-

R- Rascal Flatts, Reba McEntire

S- Sunny Ledfurd (so many times I've lost count), Sugar Ray, SoulFly

T- Trace Adkins, Toby Keith, Taylor Swift (multiple times) , Trisha Yearwood

U-

V- Vince Gill, Vance Joy

W-

X-

Y-

Z-

Uhhhh....I really feel like this list presents a very inaccurate picture of my tastes and/or possible political leanings. And also how long it's been since I've gone to very many concerts lol!

#tag game #concerts

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battyaboutbooksreviews · 9 months

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Young Adult Book Releases: August

🦇 Good afternoon, my bookish bats. No TBR is complete without a few young adult novels, and there are plenty coming out this month! Here are a few YA releases to consider adding to your shelves this August.

✨ Bring Me Your Midnight by Rachel Griffin @timesnewrachel ✨ I Feed Her to the Beast and the Beast Is Me by Jamison Shea @wickedjamison ✨ Damned if You Do by Alex Brown @madethisforlu ✨ American Royals IV: Reign by Katharine McGee @katharinemcgee ✨ Tilly in Technicolor by Mazey Eddings @mazeyeddings ✨ Forged by Blood by Ehigbor Okosun @okosunreads ✨ Foxglove by Adalyn Grace @authoradalyngrace ✨ Forty Words for Love by Aisha Saeed @aishacs ✨ Guardians of Dawn: Zhara by S. Jae-Jones @sjaejones ✨ Unexpecting by Jen Bailey @j.leigh.bailey_author ✨ The Brothers Hawthrone by Jennifer Lynn Barnes @authorjenlynnbarnes ✨ House of Marionne by J. Elle @authorjelle ✨ A Tall Dark Trouble by Vanessa Montalban@vvmontalban ✨ Her Radiant Curse by Elizabeth Lim @elimpix ✨ A Thousand Boy Kisses by Tillie Cole @authortilliecole

#books #young adult #young adult fiction #ya books #reading #booklr #bookstagram #battyaboutbooks #batty about books

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sarahsmi13s · 1 year

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Pregnancy Announcement- pt 3: The Seresins

(not my gif)

pairing: jake ‘hangman’ seresin x fem!oc

characters: jake seresin, fem!oc (sarah), the seresins

warnings: language, marrige, pregnancy, fluffy domestic hangman, church (mentioned), im sorry if I missed any

word count: ~1.4k

a/n: this is part 3 of a 3 part headcannon of Sarah and Jake telling there friends and family of their pregnancy. however they are keeping the twins a secret from everyone other than Alyssa and Rooster

this is the next part in this oc series, which is inspired by @roosterscockpit ‘s ( @milesdickpic ) story ‘His Little Girl’ and yes the oc is based on me (but is mainly fantasy me lol)

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Sarah and Jake called his family the same day, only about an hour after they had talked to her family.

They had sent Jack and Delilah a little pair of boots and a note that said ‘don’t open until we facetime’. And mugs that said ‘memaw’ and ‘granddad’. And a little cow plushie for them to hold onto.

Jake sent a quick text to the group chat and then made the call.

Everyone picked up relatively at once.

A chorus of ‘hello’s and childrens’ giggles in the background greeted the couple before they could open their mouths.

“Hey guys!” Jake greeted them. Sarah smiling and waving at the camera, “Hey, y’all!”

A little gasp was heard before little feet padded across the tile, “Unkie J!” Jake’s eyes lit up, “PJ!! Hi, buddy! Oh you’ve gotten so big.”

Sarah looked up at Jake, seeing the bright smile on his face as his 3 year old nephew talked near nonsense to him.

“Unkie J! Coconuts have WATER in them!” Peyton exclaimed, getting close to the camera.

Jake’s eyes widened in confusion and he looked down at Sarah, “What?”

Sarah laughed, “It’s a Bluey reference, my students talk about the show all the time.”

Addison laughed, “Oh my goodness! This little guy loves that show, don’t ya bub?” Peyton didn’t answer and just got closer to the microphone, “Coconuts have water in them.” He whispered it this time.

“Did he skip his after church nap?” Sarah asked, realizing the kid was probably just sleepy.

“Yes, but he wanted to see y’all.” The blonde boy gasped, “Aunt Sawah!”

Sarah laughed, “Hi Pey Jay!” “Aunt Sawah, did you know that I’m king of the squirrels?”

Jake had to cover his mouth to keep from laughing.

“Wow! Really? How’d that happen?”

Zach laughed, “He was playing outside and Blakely screamed because PJ was chasing her with a squirrel.” “I’M KING OF THE SQUIRRELS!” PJ ran off.

“JAKE DID THAT TO ME!” Paisley yelled pointing at Jake through the screen.

Sarah looked up at Jake, “Did you actually chase her with a squirrel, Jake Thomas?” “I may have…” Sarah’s jaw dropped. “I knew you chased her with a snake, but a squirrel? How the hell did you even catch it?”

Jake shrugged, “I just kinda-” He made a catching motion. “Wait, how’d you know about the snake?” “Jake, she’s my best friend. We shared a living space for years.”

“You told her?” “Yeah JT, she was telling me about the time her sister threw a Doctor Pepper bottle at her other sister and busted her eyebrow. So I told her about when you chased me with a snake.”

Tilly laughed, “This is why I’m glad I’m the baby.”

Jake shook his head, before changing the subject.

“Okay, did all y’all get your gifts we sent? Everyone should have gotten two.”

They nodded, holding up the boxes they got.

They had also sent things to his sisters and brother-in-laws. Tumbler cups that said ‘Aunt’ and ‘Uncle’ respectively, and their names.

“Can we open them? I’ve been itching to sense we got ‘em?” Tilly asked, lightly clawing at the paper.

Jake nodded, “Yes, but no one says anything until Ma and Dad have opened theirs.” “Rip ‘em open guys,” Sarah smiled.

Jack and Delilah quickly opened theirs and Sarah watched Paisley and Tilly share a look.(both live with mom and dad still) Their jaws were slack as they looked from each other to their cups.

Delilah pulls out the cow plushie, “Oh ain’t that cute.” “Oh, Honey, look, there’s boots,”Jack pulled out the boots. He looked at his son, “Do these go on the cow?”

Jake laughed, “I don’t know, Dad. They may fit the cow, but maybe you should open the other box.”

Jack rolled his eyes good naturedly and opened the other gift and Jake could see everyone fidgeting in anticipation.

He handed the mug with the more delicate font to Delilah and held his out to read it, “Granddad?” “Memaw?” The sisters groaned when it didn’t click right away.

To be fair, Jack and Delilah had five grandkids so they were used to getting things that had those names on it.

“Look at the cow’s ear tag, Lilah,” Sarah suggested. “And check the bottom of the boots, Dad,” Jake said, smirking as he leaned back in his chair and put his arm over the back of Sarah’s.

The cow’s ear tag read “Baby Seresin” and the bottom of the boots read “Aug 2023”

Delilah gasped and covered her mouth while holding the cow close to her chest and Jack looked between the cow, boots, and the mugs. “Wow…”

“Can we cheer now? Ethan might explode if he can’t cheer,” Kassadra asked, holding her eight year old by the shoulders.

Sarah and Jake nodded, “Yes! You can cheer!”

Cheers erupted and Ethan could be seen doing a little dance.

“Congrats you guys!” Carter smiled.

“Welcome to the club Jake!” Zach grinned.

Tilly laughed, “Oh boy I hope the baby turns out like Sarah. Or they may stop here.”

Jake scoffed, “I’m not that bad!” “Jake, may I remind you of how you got that scar on your lip?” Kassandra teased.

“Please don’t-” “He went face first into a stop sign because he was trash talking while foot racing.”

“KJ!” His sister shrugged.

“How old were you?” Sarah asked. Jake shrugged, “I was young-” “You were 16,” Jack said pointedly.

Jake rubbed his face, “Can we stop talking about me? Thanks.”

Sarah rubbed bicep, “But you love talking about yourself.” “Yeah, the good stuff.” He kissed her temple.

They decided to talk about the wedding and brought up the dress situation.

Not too long after the subject change, Kassandra and Addison needed to hang up and get their kids settled.

They talked a little bit with Jake’s parents and the two youngest Seresins.

“Have you thought of names?” Jack asked.

Jake nodded, “Yeah, we decided on Finley Grace for a girl.” “Wait like Memaw Grace?” Jake nodded again.

Jack smiled and nodded back to his son.

“Hey, Sarah?” Paisley got Sarah’s attention. “What’s up PT?”

She held up another box. “I think you sent an extra box. Is this for Tyler?”

Sarah grinned and shook her head, “No, that’s for you. Tyler’s got shipped out Friday, Whitley ran out of vinyl and then her cat knocked the cup off and broke the lid.”

“Um, hey, you think we can talk with Paise in private for a minute?” Jake asked.

The other three nodded, “Yeah, we need to go get some stuff done in the barn and Tilly’s boyfriend just got here so they’re going on a date.”

They bid their farewell and a one last congratulations.

“Okay, Paisley, open it.”

Paisley did so, gently pulling out the cup not looking at it until she read the note.

The note:

“Paisley, when I volunteered to room with you your first year as a Razorback, I didn’t know it was going to change my life. You’re my best friend. You were there when I fell head first for Jake and you watched him fall in love with me. You were there when our story began, and I want you by my side as we begin a new chapter. Will you be my maid of honor?”

Paisley’s green eyes were wet with tears as she picked up the cup.

“Goodness gracious… I wasn’t expecting that. Yes, of course I’ll be your maid of honor!”

Sarah smiled, wiping at her own tears.

“I think if I waited any long to ask you I would’ve imploded,” she laughed. “Thank you, Paisley.”

“I love you, Sarah.” “I love you too, Pay.” She ended the call.

Jake smiled, kissing Sarah on the top of the head, “Now you just need to tell your students.” “They’re gonna respond well, I don’t have to worry about them.”

He laughed, “That’s true.”

“Hey, I’ve got a question.”

“Shoot.”

“Why are teenagers watching a show for kids?”

Sarah sat up straight, “Bluey is a great show, Jake.”

He arched an eyebrow, “Sarah, do you watch a show about a dog family?” “It’s a good show!”

“It’s for kids!”

She grabbed his hand, “Nope you’re watching it now.” He let her pull him to the living room.

They got on the couch and got comfy, and pulled up Disney+.

Needless to say, Jake loved it and cried during the ‘Granddad’ episode, but he will deny it if you ask.

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thank you so much for reading!! i hope this was enjoyable!

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do u know any larkin dancers in trios/duos? for nuvo minni??more so junior and teen ones? anyome know the s/k/f one or any of them? im wondering ahha

this is prob the same anon i got tagged in so im just gonna copy what i replied to that hahaha

i have what i know on my spreadsheet it’s pinned! the duos/trios i don’t know which is which but the junior trios are sav,kels,fin & lilly,bella,malia & hailey,jemma,elle & sienna,sav w,hazel & palmer,tillie,mila (one must not be competing yet). peewee trio hallee,gigi,sailor. senior trio claire,keira,bella. teen trio with kira,daphnie,and someone else i cant remember lol. mini duet evie,truett and im sure also matinly,chase… probably mini trio sav j,maylin,neala/scar/lexie? those last two are guesses/assumptions tho the rest are confirmed

i don’t know which trio names are which dancers except stuck in pause must be keira,bella,claire

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Even though I’m not reading fan fiction anymore, I thought it would be fun to keep track of what I read each month. I bought a reading journal in November and it has changed me for the better lol it’s so much easier keeping track. I still haven’t decided if I’m going to track the books I DNF but I’ll figure it out eventually. Anyway here are the books I read this month! The title in bold is my favorite book of the month.

Wait For It by Mariana Zapata (4 ⭐️)

If anyone ever said being an adult was easy, they hadn't been one long enough.

Diana Casillas can admit it: she doesn't know what the hell she's doing half the time. How she's made it through the last two years of her life without killing anyone is nothing short of a miracle. Being a grown-up wasn’t supposed to be so hard.

With a new house, two little boys she inherited the most painful possible way, a giant dog, a job she usually loves, more than enough family, and friends, she has almost everything she could ever ask for.

Except for a boyfriend.

Or a husband.

But who needs either one of those?

Hans by S. J Tilly (5 ⭐️)

CASSIE

How to make the handsome, brooding man across the street notice me.

Step one: Deliver baked goods to his front porch, even though he never answers his door and always returns the containers when I'm not home.

Step two: Slowly lose my mind as a whole year passes without ever running into him, no matter how hard I try.

Step three: Have my boudoir photos accidentally delivered to his mailbox instead of mine. Have him open the package. Then have him storm into my home for the most panty-melting scolding of my life.

Step four: Still figuring out step four.

HANS

I'm a dangerous man.

A man who has spent the last two decades removing so many souls from this earth that it's a miracle my hands aren't permanently stained red.

I'm a man who belongs in the shadows.

I certainly don't belong in my pretty little neighbor's bedroom when she's not home, touching her things and inhaling her scent.

I shouldn't follow her. Shouldn't watch her. Because no number of cookies on my doorstep will change the fact that love isn't an option for me.

The only option left for me is violence.

The Perfect Fit by Sadie Kincaid (4 ⭐️)

One wannabe writer from Brooklyn.

Three insanely hot billionaires.

One very indecent proposal.

West Archer, Ezekiel Cavanagh, and Xander King. AKA The Unholy Trinity. Ruthless. Ambitious. Intimidating.

With dark tastes and even darker desires, they’ve been searching for the perfect woman to fit into their unique lifestyle for over a decade. But despite their best efforts, none have made it past three months. Believing they’re destined to never find the one, they swear to stop looking.

Until they meet Lily.

There’s something about Lily Sloane, something that captivates all three of them. For the first time ever, it seems like they may have truly found the perfect fit. But as we all know, there is such a thing as too good to be true.

Lily Sloane isn’t the penniless girl from Brooklyn they think she is. And with a past full of secrets and lies that she’s trying to escape, the unholy trinity might have bitten off more than they can chew. When trust is broken, is there any way back?

Knox by Kate Oliver (2 ⭐️)

Knox

When she came in to buy a gun, I knew she was in trouble. This isn't my first rodeo. What I didn't expect was to have my Daddy senses go into high gear.

Addie

My life was going well until I got the call that my past was coming to haunt me. Although I don't want it, I may have to accept help from a man who calls to my Little side. He's dark and dangerous and he would never understand my needs. But he says he will protect me and I can use all the help I can get.

Ash by Kate Oliver (2 ⭐️)

Kylie

In high school, he had saved her from a bully who had cornered her at a party that she shouldn’t have even been at. Then he called her Little Girl and threatened to spank her bottom if she wasn’t more careful with her safety. She was the dorky girl with glasses and braces, and he was her secret crush, the "bad boy" that all the girls swooned over. And even though they hadn't spoken since that night, she still fantasized about being put over his knee.

Ash

He was the “bad boy” then, and the label still fits. But now, he only did bad things to help those who needed his protection. He had been called Daddy many times over the years, but no one had affected him like the little girl from his past who was standing in front of him at the club, drunk and telling him that she had been fantasizing about him since high school.

Recipe for Love by Anne Malcom (4 ⭐️)

Nora Henderson is of the opinion that chocolate cures almost everything.

Which, among a few other reasons, is why she opened her bakery in the small town of Jupiter, Maine five years ago.

People come from miles for her chocolate peanut butter cupcakes. Customers almost come to blows over the last almond croissant. Some even say her chocolate chip cookies help ease the burn of heartbreak.

Nora’s life is good. On the surface, at least.

Underneath the frosting and the sweet décor of her bakery is a broken engagement, doubt and anxiety spirals.

In short, Nora Henderson is a mess.

Not someone Rowan Derrick would ever be interested in. He’s the gruff veteran who owns a construction company, who broods his way around town and can wear the crap out of a backward baseball cap.

He stars in almost every one of her fantasies. She expected him to stay there, to remain her imaginary boyfriend and customer … nothing else.

But Rowan Derrick has had his eye on Nora for a while. Little does she know, she stars in every one of his fantasies too. And now that the beautiful baker is no longer engaged, he’s going to make her his.

Nero by S.J Tilly (4⭐️)

Payton

Running away from home at 17 wasn’t easy. Let’s face it though, nothing before, or in the ten years since, has ever been easy for me.

And I’m doing okay. Sorta. I just need to keep scraping by, living under the radar. Staying out of people’s way, off people’s minds.

So when a man walks through my open patio door, stepping boldly into my home, and my life, I should be scared. Frightened. Terrified.

But I must be more broken than I realized, because I’m none of those things.

I’m intrigued.

And I’m wondering if the way to take control of my life is by giving in to him.

Nero

The first time I took a man’s life, I knew there’d be no going back. No normal existence in the cards for me.

So instead of walking away, I climbed a mountain of bodies, and created my own destiny. By forming The Alliance.

And I was fine with that. Content enough to carry on.

Until I stepped through those open doors, and into her life.

I should’ve walked away. Should’ve gone right back out the door I came through. But I didn’t.

And now her life is in danger.

But that’s the thing about being a bad man. I’ll happily paint the streets red to protect what’s mine.

And Payton is mine. Whether she knows it or not.

King by S.J Tilly (4⭐️) this was technically a reread but I couldn’t remember how it ended and since I read Hans and Nero, I figured I would read it again.

Okay, so, my bad for assuming the guy I was going on a date with wasn’t married. And my bad for taking him to a friend’s house for dinner, only to find out my friend is also friends with his wife. Because, in fact, he is married. And she happens to be at my friend’s house because her husband was busy working.

Confused? So am I.

Unsurprisingly, my date’s wife is super angry about finding out that her husband is a cheating asshole.

Girl, I get it.

Then, to make matters more convoluted, there is the man sitting next to my date’s wife. A man named King, who is apparently her brother, and who lives up to his name.

And since my date is a two-timing prick, I’m not going to feel bad about drooling over King, especially since I’ll never see him again.

Or at least I don’t plan to.

I plan to take an Uber to the cheater’s apartment to get my car keys.

I plan for it to be quick.

And if I had to list a thousand possible outcomes… witnessing my date’s murder, being kidnapped by his killer, and then being forced to marry the super attractive but clearly deranged crime lord, would not have been on my Bingo card.

But alas, here I am.

Gravity by Tal Bauer (5⭐️)

Bryce:

Hockey is my life. This game pulled me from my tiny Quebec hometown all the way to the NHL, and now? I’m the number one player in the league. Team capitaine for the Montréal Étoiles. I’m shattering records and packing arenas every night, and I’ve promised my team: we’re going to win the Stanley Cup this year.

But I’m keeping big secrets. I'm thinking dangerous thoughts, and dreaming about impossible things. Like how a man’s lips might taste, or how his body might feel in my arms.

I can’t go there. I’ve got to focus. Team. Hockey. Cup. What my heart wants doesn’t matter.

So why am I falling head over heels at the NHL's All-Star Weekend?

I can’t do this. I can’t fall for Hunter Lacey. He’s a hockey player. We’re both in the NHL. He’s on a different team. And, oh yeah, he’s straight.

Hunter:

I’m a middle-of-the-road, nothing-special hockey player. Good enough to be drafted into the NHL, and I’ve been on the roster for the past two years, but I’ll never make the Hall of Fame. I’m just trying to keep my head up and get through each day, until this wild ride comes to an end.

Deep thinking isn’t really my thing. Look inside myself? Lotta beer and burgers there.

I never thought I’d be invited to the All-Star Weekend, but here I am. And there’s my hero: Bryce Michel, league superstar.

Saying hello to Bryce turns into hours spent together on the ice, and then an invite to dinner, and then days at each other's side. I’m in heaven. He’s my hero, and this is the coolest—

Then Bryce’s lips land on mine, and the world turns upside down.

Ryder by Jacki James (1⭐️)

Having a meltdown in the local hardware store isn’t the best way to find the man of your dreams. Or is it?

Brennan Taylor is at the end of his rope, and the busted pipe under his kitchen sink was the last straw. He knows nothing about plumbing, or any of the other things his father says a grown man should know, but lucky for him he is about to lose it in front of the perfect man to help him.

Ryder Davis didn’t go to the hardware store intending to play hero. He went after a new faucet for his bathroom. But when he saw the angel in the plumbing aisle, it was obvious Brennan needed someone to step in and fix things for him. No problem, saving a beautiful man in distress was something Ryder was happy to do.

Fixing Brennan’s plumbing turns into fixing his employment situation, and then right on to fixing his single status. But will Brennan’s determination to be the kind of man he thinks he is supposed to be keep him from being the boy a Daddy like Ryder needs?

You Can Count On Me by Fae Quinn (3⭐️)

They say you should love thy neighbor, but I don’t think they meant it the way I want to love mine.

Miles “Rooster” Johnson: As a young single-dad with a teaching job, I haven’t had much opportunity to date. My son is my entire world, and though I would love to have a partner and someone to count on, the passing years have shown that it’s just not in the cards for me. So when the gorgeous lumberjack of a man—the same man that I’ve had a massive crush on since the moment we became neighbors—suddenly asks me out on a date, I’m completely blindsided. Trent could have anyone he wants. He’s charming, flirtatious, and outgoing—the exact opposite of my awkward, anxious self. I don’t know what he sees in me. All I know for sure is that I absolutely need to make this date go well.

Trent Montgomery: I know I have a playboy reputation in our small town, but there’s nothing wrong with playing the field. It’s worked for me so far, even if I have felt some discontent lately. My mama thinks I need to settle down and find someone nice. But she doesn’t understand that I’m just not ready. No matter how beautiful and tempting my neighbor Rooster is or how eager I am to get the silent mountain of a man to open up—no matter how adorable his little boy is, even when he’s threatening me at bat-point to take his daddy out on a date—I know I can’t be everything that they need. I agreed to ask Rooster out, but I think maybe I made a big mistake. All I know for sure is that I absolutely need to sabotage this date.

Bad Idea by Lily Harlem (1⭐️)

Roughneck Riders are not an MC club you mess with, least of all their rough and tough gang leader Heavy. But Heavy has a secret that has to be kept, no matter what—his heart belongs to a man. It shouldn’t. He’s supposed to be into women, like the other guys in the club. Junk is just too cute to resist, though. Add in his delectable body, his sweet submission and his willingness to accept Heavy’s sadism, and the couple are a perfect match.

Junk’s a probie, proving his worth to the club and demonstrating his mechanical know-how. He’s lived on the edge for a long time, flitting from one place to the next. But now that he’s settling in as a Roughneck, life is looking up. Not least because he’s in love—soul-eating, cock-thickening obsessive love. He can’t tell anyone about his desire for Heavy, but what he can do is push his lover’s buttons, all day, in full view of everyone, until he’s damned sure the night will bring a whole host of sinful delights and wicked punishments that will leave him marked, bruised and most of all, wholly satisfied.

Between Love and Loathing by Shain Rose (4⭐️)

Fake dating my enemy so I can design my dream bakery should be easy … as long as I don't fall in love with him.

Dominic Hardy might be an award-winning architectural engineer with fancy degrees and considerable accolades, but he doesn’t know a thing about baking.

He doesn’t even like sugar.

So when my late stepfather’s will states that Dominic Hardy is set to inherit the Pacific Coast Resort he’d painstakingly designed, as long as my bakery can be plopped in the middle of it, it’s no surprise he balks.

And my jaw drops when another stipulation requires us to mutually approve plans for my bakery’s design.

His stuffy taste will never mix with my whimsical vibe.

But then Dominic comes to me with a proposal I can’t refuse. He’ll give me everything I want in my bakery as long as I agree to one thing:

Fake date him for five months.

Keep his ex away by pretending we’re in love.

Smile and stare into his piercing green eyes at a gala or two.

Maybe share a kiss.

Nothing extreme.

Five months of acting in love when I really loathe him and his filthy mouth.

Even when he’s using it on me.

This should be a cakewalk.

Except there’s a fine line between love and loathing, and I think I’ve made the colossal mistake of blurring it.

Unloved by Marley Valentine (3⭐️)

We longed. We lost. We loved. Desperately.

I thought I had my life all figured out. But after a college football accident leaves me deaf, I was learning how to live all over again.

I expected the anger, the frustration, and the struggle to readjust, but what I didn’t expect to happen amongst the chaos, was to fall in love.

Especially not with two men.

Rough-edged puzzle pieces, Rhys, Samuel, and I were nothing but aching memories, painful realities, and hidden scars.

We were products of our pasts, abandoned and unloved, messy and complicated. Individually we had baggage; together we had mountains to climb.

But when the three of us were tangled up in one another, spilling secrets in the dark, hearts beating in sync, nothing else mattered but them.

We needed to break the cycle, because they deserved love… And who knows, maybe I finally did too.

On The Mountain by Riley Hart (3⭐️)

One feels he’s not worthy of love. The other fears he doesn't know how. But the sizzling chemistry between them has both tempted to explore the unknown.

Cyrus

I was intrigued by Crow at first glance. Who wouldn't be? He's a mountain of a man, who was raised in a cult, and now lives secluded in the wilderness. But the draw I feel to him goes beyond mild interest. When his intense gaze falls my way it feels like he can see into my soul, to my deepest yearnings and desires.

I took a bold chance venturing to his mountain uninvited. But I can't help myself. Despite Crow’s dangerous facade, I feel at home when I’m near him. I've never felt wanted or needed… until the mountain man took me in his arms.

Crow

The mountain is my home, the only place that truly suits me. I reveled in my solitude... until Cyrus showed up looking as lonely as I felt. The warmth in his gaze made me welcome someone into my home and my heart for the very first time.

The way he smells. The way he feels. I come apart with his every touch. The past haunts us both. Yet when we’re together the weight of them is more manageable. Cyrus is mine and I don’t ever want to let him go. Still, I fear eventually he’ll want to leave the mountain... and for the first time in my life, I don’t want to be alone.

Latte Darling by S.J Tilly (5⭐️)

I have a nice life - living in my hometown, owning the coffee shop I’ve worked at since I was 16.

It’s comfortable.

On paper.

But I’m tired of doing everything by myself. Tired of being in charge of every decision in my life.

I want someone to lean on. Someone to spend time with. Sit with. Hug.

And I really don’t want to go to my best friend’s wedding alone.

So, I signed up for a dating app, and agreed to meet with the first guy that messaged me.

And now here I am, at the bar.

Only it’s not my date that just sat down in the chair across from me. It’s his dad.

And holy hell, he’s the definition of Silver Fox. If a Silver Fox can be thick as a house, have piercing blue eyes and tattoos from his neck down to his fingertips.

He’s giving me Big Bad Wolf vibes. Only instead of running, I’m blushing. And he looks like he might just want to eat me whole.

Ruthless King by Sienna Cross (2⭐️)

Sold to the mob.

Four words I never thought I'd utter.

Worse, it was my father who did the unthinkable.

When the creditors come to collect, I'm handed over to the most ruthless man in New York City--Luca Valentino.

The head of the notorious Kings is as gorgeous as he is lethal. Dark, possessive, and violent. Nothing like the boy I grew up with, my dead brother's best friend.

And now I'm his…

The longer I spend in this gilded cage, the more certain I become he will ruin me for anyone else

One click now to devour this spicy, enemies-to-lovers mafia romance. I dare you not to fall for Luca Valentino!

Omega for the Mafia Boss by Aria Grace and Jena Wade (1⭐️)

Forced marriages usually aren't fated. Except for those that are...As the eldest alpha in his family, Andro is expected to take over control of the family when his father retires as the patriarch. But before that can happen, tradition dictates that Andro must be mated. And not just mated, but married. Only problem is that Andro has zero interest in taking a mate...or husband.Joseph is the youngest son of the Santoro family...and the only omega. He's treated like dirt but he dutifully manages the books and does what his father asks of him--legal or otherwise.When Andro gets the bright idea to kidnap the mistreated Joey Santoro and force him to become his mate, he has no idea what that could possibly lead to. Both of their lives are changed forever...and their priorities quickly shift away from the families they were raised in to the family they are raising together.

Viciously Yours by Jamie Applegate Hunter (3⭐️)

When Rennick was thirteen, the gods bestowed upon him the name of his fated mate--a human (italics) girl. As the sole heir to the Mountain Kingdom, magic bound him to his kingdom until he ascended the throne on his twenty-fifth birthday, and as a human, she couldn't cross the magical barrier separating the humans from the fae. Heartsore and consumed with thoughts of her, he did the only thing he could and sent her anonymous letters and gifts…

Until he crossed the barrier into her kingdom to claim her as his own.

Six months after Amelia's thirteenth birthday, she received a strange letter from a fae boy claiming her as his mate. Humans weren't taught much about the fae, and one look at the horrifying doll meant to be her belated birthday gift solidified her suspicions that someone was playing a cruel joke. Except the letters and odd gifts kept coming. Against her better judgment, Amelia fell in love with her mysterious admirer throughout the years, certain they would never meet. But on her twenty-fifth birthday, her walk to work was interrupted by two familiar words she'd read a million times.

"Hello, love."

#January books #reading journal #amelia reads #I clearly have a type #I love fun books

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asifitsanotherbookblog · 4 months

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Tis the season… for a bit of spice 🥵

Now, when I say I am obsessed with those bad boys who claim their women in books… I ain’t lying.. they are HAWT!

Something about that bad, morally grey man who is nothing but hard faced, rude, a little crazy but is fully obsessed with his girl and gives her the world.. ugh, I can’t get enough!

My top reads this year are wild in this aspect, millionaire office romance? Check! Mafia romance? Check! Sports… 🥵

I’m all over it but I’ve been sucked back into a world I love recently and it’s our not so anti-mafia men in The Alliance series by S.J. Tilly.

This series introduces us to 4 men, Nero, King, Dom and coming very soon, Hans. I have been extremely lucky to be able to read Hans before his official release and LET. ME. TELL. YOU! *stands up slamming my hands on the table*

He’s a force to be reckoned with! He’s had his moments throughout the series, he was unidentifiable, hidden in the shadows and damn right crazy to bring a grenade to a dinner with the alliance men and their queens, but oh boy did he!

He made himself known, he showed up, stepped up and proved that he could be part of the crew. Joining them in taking down trafficking rigs and protecting their women. I can’t go in to detail and you know what it’s soul destroying because I want to shout from the roof tops of what he’s doing because it’s UNHINGED! He’s the top dog of his field, leaving no trace behind and being the selfless, lovable, crazy Viking to our girl Cassie. OUTSTANDING !

But let’s bring it back, in the first book we meet Nero and Payton. Now Nero is just well.. he’s certifiable, let’s be honest. He literally meets Payton by just climbing her balcony and joining her in watching a movie. Even helps himself to the damn popcorn.

He tries to refrain but he can’t help but be pulled toward Payton and her innocence. Without even knowing he falls hard and fast! Even taking away her demons as he falls.. protects her with his life and gives her everything she ever wanted including her dog Toto.. they have a bond that is unbreakable and I am here for it!

His best friend King how ever.. well.. he meets his match with Savannah. Naive little Savannah literally walks into a gathering with her new date? He’s not a boyfriend she’s feeling it out, and thank god out girl has a few icks because he is a jerk, that happens to be the husband of Kings sister.. yup imagine how that went down! Anndddd then Nero marries Savannah to King.. I know! What the heck?! But also it’s actually beautiful, Stockholm syndrome aside.. they build a bond, burn a painting and he falls hook, line and sinker for our Sav.

Savannah even made a run for it once, how I don’t know but.. we meet Dom here. Oh our crazy head of the Chicago Mafia. But daaaaaamn is he good!!

On a “random” - I’ll use that lightly, flight he randomly knocks a cookies out of a girls hand when he “bumps” into her. This isn’t any girl.. it’s Kings half sister.. I mean come on. What are the chances… high apparently. Val is sweet as pie, shy and just needs a damn good hug, bless her soul and Dom apparent fits the bill, until he marries her in vegas, tattoos his name on her finger and makes it known that he is now an alliance bro, yeah… this is a roller coaster! But he shows val what love and loyalty mean, he saves her from loneliness and past traumas and gives her a life of luxury.. honestly I wouldn’t even be mad about him getting me drunk, married and swapping out my birth control for placebos. Cause Dom, our big guy.. is just EVERYTHING! He even calls her Mama.. if you’ve seen good girls, you know 👀

Basically all I’m saying that is it you love some gruesome sh!t and men who love hard.. these guys.. are definitely for you! You can find the alliance and all of S J Tilly’s books over on Amazon and they are on Kindle Unlimited too!

I think I’m going to dive into some more smutty men.. cause oh.. didn’t I mention.. they love, HARD. In EVERY WAY! 🥵🔥 oh yes it’s the whole damn package.. and they are packing a big one! 👀🫠

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The villains always have more fun.

S. J. Tilly, Nero

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comfort crowd ! max v. x ofc (hearth sister!ofc) - tltl series

“telling you i’m fine i don’t really need nobody. but you said through a sigh that i said that lie already.”

summary: too many things happened during max verstappen's debut in met gala 2017 as sylvie's date - but it wasn't anything that he couldn't handle. after all, this was the first step to accepting their past issues - admittance. (1)(2)(3)(4)(5)(6)(7)(8)(9)

content warning: use of explicit language, anxiety/panic attack, max verstappen and ofc being "just friends", mentions of j*s verstappen (paternal relationship issues mostly not just him), gossip outlets being crappy as ever, hurt/comfort, max's fashion choices being shit on by ofc, shakespeare reference (macbeth), mentions alcohol consumption, mentions of toto wolff x ofc (tilly marie)

note: releasing this now regardless of how many times i said i'll be updating my masterlist. character directory is now available! enjoy xx

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“That doesn’t look too bad,” Max murmured as he continued to examine the sketch in front of him. The Alexander Wang sketch taunted his creativity skills, and if he was being honest— he didn’t even think he’d have one.

Sylvie hummed, her eyes looking down at her Pinterest board. She had just emailed her agent about the catsuit that she would be wearing, telling her that she was set and ready to go for the event. She only needed to work then she’d fly to New York as soon as the Russian GP came to an end. THAT and she needed to ensure that Max’s suit from Alexander McQueen was ready for the event as well.

“You said they’ll sew you into the catsuit?” Max asked, curious as to why Sylvie wasn’t responding with her words as he looked up. The Dutchman found her staring at her screen.

He looked around the room and had found an elastic hair tie lying next to the papers and Sylvie’s laptop, grabbing it carefully before flinging it in her direction. She flinched at the impact of the band, making Max giggle as Sylvie glared.

“Use your words, Emilian,” Sylvie hissed at him, grabbing the abandoned elastic before flinging it back to him. The man caught it in his hands as he continued to giggle.

“You’re the one who should use your words; I was asking you something,” Sylvie merely nodded as she stared mindlessly somewhere. Max’s brows raised, her silence prompting him to ask, “Alright, out with it. What are you thinking about?”

His words brought her back to reality, her eyes staring at his blue ones. She asked, “Can you cut my hair?”

“What- no!” Max exclaimed. Her hair was at shoulder length last Monaco GP, and now months later it returned to the rib cage length and continued to grow.

She had expressed how annoyed she could be having to put it up as she often ran around the grid, media pens and paddock to communicate with other PR managers and drivers. While Max empathized with her, he couldn’t help but think that her request was nothing but obtuse.

“Come on, Maxieeee~” Sylvie whined, begging him as she continued, “Just cut it to shoulder length and we’ll be sold.”

She was cute, indeed, but between Blanche Ford’s wrath and Sylvie— yeah no, Max would rather refuse Sylvie’s request. “No, I’m not going to cut it. Why don’t you head to a salon, instead?”

“I can save money and time if you did it,” Sylvie argued, petulance written all over her face but Max had the same look in his face.

“You’d think that being a Ford would help you afford a haircut,” Max sassed, remembering how Sylvie had practically slandered his outfit last January. “Even Lewis could get away with his hairstyle.”

“I’m telling Lewis,” Sylvie threatened with a pointed finger, but Max continued to stare at her with a challenging look. She easily gave in as she groaned, “Come on- I don’t have time to get a haircut at a salon.”

“Yes you do,” Max scowled. “Why can’t you just ask your agent to hire a hairstylist when we get to New York tomorrow?”

“Too much work,” Sylvie said, uninterested in his suggestion.

Max scoffed, “And you thought it’ll be a piece of cake if I did it?”

“Last resort,” Sylvie replied, her tone now showing her boredom as she sighed in annoyance.

“You are unbelievably lazy at times,” Max shook his head in amusement, pulling out his phone to text his own manager to see if they’d be able to hire a hairdresser for the event on Monday.

“I’d say a unique character,” Sylvie told him with an amused grin, her head leaning against the sofa as she looked up to the ceiling.

“Of course you would,” Max rolled his eyes.

“What, you don’t believe me?”

“It’s hard to believe you when you keep pulling my leg like a clown,” Max joked.

“You’re friends with a pathological liar,” Sylvie cackled, earning a laugh from her best friend. “If anything, you’re the clown for believing everything I say.”

He couldn’t help it. It was hard not to believe when you’d go to hell and back for her. They were so much like the modern day Lady Macbeth and Macbeth— except they weren’t really interested in taking over the world. It was just that Max could be easily manipulated by Sylvie (even if she doesn’t) and he’d let her get away from that.

His thoughts were interrupted by a text from his manager as he read it. He immediately responded with a simple thank you and a request.

“Don’t cut your hair— not right now,” Max instructed Sylvie, leaving the woman to shoot him a confused look as she wondered what prompted him to say that. He continued, “My manager’s generous enough to send an email for you— just so you can get your haircut. Because you want to save some time. It only took me ten minutes to get you booked—“

“Ugh you areeeee amazing, Maxie!” Sylvie squealed, hopping off the sofa to launch herself into his arms. She wrapped her arms around him for a second, then realized what she was doing before she pulled away with her cheeks heating up.

“Yeah, I know,” Max playfully shoved her off, “you’ve said that a lot of times. But then again as you said, you’re a pathological liar.”

“You know, I was excited about taking you to New York for the MET gala— Alexander McQueen even got you a suit that I definitely hadn’t personally overseen,” Sylvie huffed out, kicking Max lightly as she continued, “But then you agreed that I’m a liar- so now I’m regretting every single bit of it.”

“No you’re not,” Max snorted.

“You’re right. I’m excited to see you outside of your shitty skinny jeans and Red Bull polo combo.”

“Oh so now you’re shitting on my workday outfit?”

“Not just you— don’t be too self-conscious; even Daniel’s getting shit from me because of those skinny jeans. That man has thighs and he’s hiding them away through those ugly jeans? Ugh, seriously.”

FIRST MONDAY OF MAY

“Maxwell! Did you fit in the suit?” Sylvie called as her eyes were trained on the reflection of the bedroom door. Max stepped out of the room with an annoyed look, but her eyes were trained on the body that wore the suit.

She was surprised at how perfectly tailored the suit was for him. The details of his suit were intricate and had the same appearance and texture as the ones that she wore, but they have topped a black pinstriped fabric with the hand sewn lace and butterfly details. Underneath his double breasted blazer was a black silk shirt with white printed details.

The blazer had hidden away most of his sculpted upper body, but not his neck area. Wrapped around his neck was a white gold tennis necklace, glimmering under the chandelier of the suite as much as his watch did.

Cartier, as far as Sylvie knew. It was the one that she got for him on Christmas, after all. That and the Graff Diamonds wrapped around his wrist that she certainly hadn’t purchased for more than fifty grand. She definitely hadn’t bought something that expensive. Could you just imagine the stories that would come out if they realized that Sylvie’s love language was expensive gift giving?

But she couldn’t allow her eyes to linger any longer than she had as she looked up at Max’s annoyed expression. His Dutch accent rang out inside the suite quite a little bit louder that even the hairdryer was rendered slightly silent.

“First, you called me Emilio Estevez and now I’m Maxwell?” Max scowled, leaving the woman to grin cheekily as her hairdresser plugged in the straightener. “Yes I did fit in.”

“Good.”

“I was there for the fitting, Sylvie,” Max pointed out. He stood there for a moment to have his outfit fixed by Sylvie’s stylist, ensuring that his ensemble was displaying and showing in the right places. His hair was combed back and held in place by some hair gel, Sylvie thanking whichever god had gotten rid of his hat.

“You lose a lot of weight when you’re racing,” Sylvie shrugged nonchalantly, leaving Max to roll his eyes lightheartedly as he sat on the empty loveseat right by the window of the suite.

He sighed, already set to go as he stated aloud, “I’m surprised Tilly’s still invited.”

“As she should be,” Sylvie chuckled, remembering how sour it had turned out for her eldest sister when she worked at British Vogue.

Ever since the gossip/news outlet Fast Lane Daily published the article about Tilly’s immediate resignation in July 2014, the publishing company received a backlash about how poorly they recognized talent. Tilly returned in 2015, but she was just a guest at the MET Gala because of her prestigious title as an owner of a major company and a philanthropist. Some even said that it was Vogue’s karma for treating Tilly as a bait to get an inside look at a luxurious lifestyle like hers.

“You would think that with how she was treated she wasn’t going back,” Max said. “Now she’s here for what… the third time? And she isn’t just here as a staff member.”

“They didn’t think to care about who her family was,” Sylvie responded, “so when they got a glimpse of Toto in those photos, they immediately wanted to know what it’s like being a sugar baby to an older man.”

“If they only knew,” Max huffed a little, shaking his head in amusement as he remembered how TIME magazine had officially named her the richest woman after reaching her £1.5 billion by the end of 2016.

“Yup,” Sylvie laughed, “if they only knew.”

THE FAST LANE DAILY

SUPERMODEL SYLVIE FORD STUNS IN ALEXANDER WANG CATSUIT AT MET GALA 2017

The Met Gala 2017 was a night to remember, filled with fashion, glamour, and a star-studded guest list. Among the attendees, supermodel Sylvie Ford made a jaw-dropping entrance in a catsuit designed by the renowned Alexander Wang. However, what made her outfit even more remarkable was the fact that she was sewn into it just hours before the event, showcasing her dedication to fashion.

Prior to the gala, Sylvie also debuted a fresh haircut, which she proudly showcased on the red carpet. In an interview, she revealed that she had been insisting that her friend Max Verstappen, the F1 driver, cut her hair. However, Max, being the supportive friend he is, called his own manager to book a stylist for Sylvie. This gesture highlighted the strong bond between the two friends and their commitment to each other's success.

Sylvie Ford's stunning catsuit, crafted by Alexander Wang, accentuated her flawless figure and exuded an air of confidence and sophistication. The intricate design and impeccable tailoring showcased Sylvie's fashion-forward style, making her a true standout at the event.

But Sylvie and Max were not the only F1 personalities in attendance. Sylvie's sister, Tilly Marie, the owner of Hearth Automotive Groups, graced the gala alongside her partner, Mercedes AMG F1 Team Principal Toto Wolff. The power couple added their own touch of elegance and style to the event, further solidifying their status as influential figures in the F1 world.

Additionally, Sylvie's other sister, Stevie Marlene, a model herself, attended the gala representing Tommy Hilfiger alongside Tommy Hilfiger ambassador and Mercedes F1 driver, Lewis Hamilton. The duo made their own grand entrances, showcasing their unique styles and adding to the overall excitement of the evening.

Although the F1 personalities arrived separately and were seated at different tables, their presence at the Met Gala 2017 added an extra layer of intrigue and excitement to the event. Each individual brought their own sense of fashion and charisma, captivating the attention of onlookers and leaving a lasting impression.

As the night unfolded, Sylvie Ford, along with her F1 companions, enjoyed the festivities, mingling with other A-list celebrities and fashion icons. Their collective presence at the Met Gala 2017 showcased the strong connection between the worlds of fashion and motorsport, further solidifying their influence and status within their respective industries.

The Met Gala 2017 was undoubtedly a night to remember, and Sylvie Ford, along with her F1 friends and family, made their mark with their impeccable style and undeniable presence. Their individual entrances and unique fashion choices added to the allure of the event, leaving a lasting impression on the fashion world and fans alike.

SYLVIE & MAX: From Childhood Friends to Enemies to Long Lost Lovers.

Sylvie Ford is the only person who doesn’t give a sh*t about Jos Verstappen— and here’s why I love her for it.

From Providing Testimonies to Adopting a Pet Together: Here’s How to Become the Max Verstappen to her Sylvie Ford.

Sylvie Ford and her friendship with Max Verstappen shows that you can be two-faced for the benefit of your own mental state. Where is the support for Max when he needs it?

She hadn’t seen any of her sisters inside the venue and she wasn’t sure how to feel about it. She could have sworn she’d seen a certain tall Austrian man, but it must have been her anxiety speaking when she turned away and didn’t see him again. She tried finding the Tommy Hilfiger table but found nada; neither her sister Stevie nor Lewis were there.

She promised she wasn’t going to look at her social media. The story that everyone ran about her and Max used to be tame and decent. But she began regretting her decision to bring him as a date when the topic tripled across Twitter and Instagram— even TMZ had something to say about that.

Her mind began spinning when she read the article about how she’d only bring Max along to make Abel feel terrible about himself. Her mind thought of it too much and began wondering if Max thought of it as that?

Suddenly she felt herself shaking as she continued to recall the past few months. Moving in together, adopting a puppy, and having each other’s backs. She felt herself wanting to throw up at the thought of being nothing but a burden or something that took advantage of a vulnerable person. She couldn’t do that to Max. She had never done that to appease herself. She hadn’t done anything to take advantage of Max’s caring nature.

But everyone seemed to see her as someone so cruel. Like she would rip everyone’s heart out. At some point Jos told Max that she didn’t care about him and that he might as well let go. Yet Max never listened, only caring about her.

She felt disgusted with herself. She hadn’t done anything to make it up to him. She was a selfish prick, and she was here trying not to cry because her conscience continued to torment her. She didn’t deserve any help.

She reached down to text her manager, who should be somewhere in the venue.

Sylvie: Might not make it to after party. I feel sick.

Sarah J: Do you want me to call the chauffeur? Your sisters might look for you.

Sylvie: I’ll let them know l8r. Can’t breathe atm but pls.

Sarah: Where r u?

Sylvie: Bathroolm west winh

She couldn’t even remember how she ended up falling off.

“Sylv,” she hadn’t even noticed that her anxiety knocked her unconscious until she felt a shake of her shoulders. The rapid beating of her heart returned when she saw Max, who had found her slumped against the wall after running around trying to figure out where the fuck west wing was.

There was nothing scarier than finding her in such a state. Miserable, in pain and suffering. It was petrifying, not knowing how to deal with the pain should he struggle to do so in public while they take her away. He really didn’t want to see her being taken away by an ambulance. Not anytime soon.

“Shit, good- you’re alive, good,” Max continued to swear as he placed his hand over her forehead, checking her temperature. She wasn’t too warm. Her body didn’t indicate anything about any illness— she just looked too pale.

“Fuck, fuck,” Sylvie cursed as she tried to stand, only to end up stumbling while Max supported her by grabbing her waist. “How long was I out?”

“I don’t know, but Sarah said you’ve last texted her when she approached me— six minutes ago,” Max sighed in relief, content that Sylvie could speak. “You looked dead, Sylvie. I got scared. Do you want to head back?”

“Please,” Sylvie nodded before biting her lip nervously, “you don’t have to come along— you can stay as long as you’d like— stay with Stevie and everything.”

“It’s nice to know you’re as equally idiotic as you were a few hours ago,” Max joked. “I’m exhausted. I'm coming along.”

“Max—“

“I'm tired, I’m not going to go just because,” Max raised a brow at her. “You need to stop thinking you’re being a bother. If it makes you feel better I’m going back because I’m beat. This fucking place is full of people I’d rather not get in the mix with.”

“I’m one of those people, bastard,” Sylvie scoffed, making Max roll his eyes.

“You’re trying to fool the only person who’s seen you shove Mick- a three year old- to the pool when we were five and act like you haven’t? Nice try. C’mon, stop wasting time— I want to sleep and you need to get away from this stupid place.”

“We should get something to drink on the way back,” Sylvie suggested in a mutter.

“Passing out from a panic attack doesn’t exactly call for alcohol,” Max told her off quietly, his hand slipping to hold hers as he continued to guide her towards The Great Hall, “you need your anxiety meds— not tequila. Quit being stupid. You’re too smart and pretty for that shit.”

“I should apologize,” Sylvie murmured as she wiped her face with a warm, damp cloth. She was dressed in nothing but some white tank top and striped pajama bottom, her shoulder length hair tied into a messy ponytail with strands hanging out. She was staring at her reflection while she wiped away the smudged mascara that she attempted to remove five minutes ago.

Max leaned forward the sink while his right hand brushed his teeth, now looking at Sylvie’s reflection with a questioning frown while his mouth was full of toothpaste.

“For being a prick,” Sylvie continued with a sigh, looking down at the stained cloth before she wiped the remains of her foundation. Finishing off, she started her skincare routine and washed her face. “You’ve done so much for me this past year— or years, whatever. And I’ve done fuck all for you.”

Spitting out whatever it was he had, Max gargled and rinsed off his mouth. “Was this about the articles that just came out?”

“Not really,” Sylvie denied.

“Yes it is,” Max chuckled, wiping his mouth with a clean towel. “Why are you apologizing for that?”

“I just explained why,” Sylvie’s eye peeked at him while she continued to massage her foam lathered face. “Or are you trying to get an ego boost from my humiliation?”

“No, I’m genuinely asking why,” Max replied, now setting his toothbrush down and leaning against the counter while he watched his best friend rinse her face with warm water. The Dutchman handed her another clean towel, watching as the Red Bull communications coordinator patted her face dry. “There’s no reason to apologize.”

“Are you deaf or just obtuse?”

“You weren’t being selfish, if that’s what you’re getting at,” Max pointed out. “You were upset at me for years. You left the academy because of me—“

“I was expelled.”

“And you never asked for any help,” he continued nonetheless, earning a heavy frown from the woman. “In no way you’re selfish. I’m giving this support because I want to— you didn’t ask for it.”

“I still was rude to you,” Sylvie justified.

Max chuckled, “Nothing new but alright.”

“Max Emilian,” Sylvie scolded him.

“I’m joking,” Max pinched her cheek, making the model swat his hand away. “You didn’t ask for help, which isn’t selfish. The only selfish part of it was that I never had the chance to fix it. I lost my best friend because of it.”

“Teenage angst must’ve sucked us all in, huh,” Sylvie rolled her eyes with a huff. “It does suck. Not being able to tell you about university and all that. I went through four years of not seeing Victoria and spending my time with Lando. But, if you think of it now— I’m still around you, no?”

“Not in the track,” Max muttered, guilt written all over his face as he continued, “you should have considered the academy’s offer to review your performance.”

“Meh,” Sylvie murmured, “it’s a waste of time. I’m way past my academy days, Max.”

“Never too late for the track to have the first woman to ever drive the RB17.”

“I’ll stick to my routine,” Sylvie shook her head. “It’s less traumatic. It’s bad enough that I see—“

“I know, I know,” Max chuckled.

There was a long pause between the two of them, staring at each other for a moment before Sylvie turned away. She then looked back at him with, “Thank you. For coming with me instead of flying back to the Netherlands.”

“I was just spending my time with Dad before we could fly back to England,” Max waved her off. “It’s nothing big.”

“Sure it is,” Sylvie scoffed, “he’s still your dad.”

She hadn’t needed to utter the words not a good one because they both knew the truth.

A strong feeling haunted the two of them so much they wondered how to make the first move.

They knew each other too well that they’d know how to act when they even try something new. But they didn’t know their hearts well enough to trust the instinct that they had. They knew that it was easier for them to make the move and be with each other already.

They were practically together. The only thing that they missed was the label, and the fact that everyone around them already knew what they were as a whole. Everyone rooted for them, but for some reason, moving forward wasn’t too… easy.

As if they’d rather love each other without putting it out there. It’s such a shame that they’re still proving people right that things would never work out the way everyone wanted it.

At least they’ve admitted how much they missed each other. It was a step forward.

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