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ladylooch · 8 months

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Letters in Your Last Name - Chapter 22

A/N: This was so self indulgent at the time... ahahaha I wrote this on that day and was literally panicking all day. He wasn't traded, but we still knew it would come. Then when I was getting close to posting this chapter, he actually was traded, and then I couldn't post it cause I was so fucking divested. Man. We have come a long way since last summer.

Word Count: 3.8k

Warnings: SMUT 18+ Content, Swearing, Angst

Trade Deadline day of 2022 may be the death of me.

Kevin is currently at practice while I’m drowning in every trade rumor that spreads across the ticker bar on NHL Network. Highly reliable reporters are spilling their sources’ secrets all over Twitter. Each breaking news announcement makes a lump push against my esophagus, threatening to consume me with its pressure. At least this will all be over in about 6 hours.

Before he left this morning, Kevin reiterated to me to stay off social media. I agreed that I would, but made no commitment to keeping the TV off. He also reminded me that him and General Manger Billy Guerin have a handshake agreement to discuss his next contract after the season is over. This agreement was made after Kevin’s rough stretch of games in November. Billy called him to his office and told Kevin to relax. The pieces would shake out the way they would, he just needed to focus on hockey. Whether this understanding is good or bad for Kevin remains to be seen.

The reality of it all is that the money will have to be at the exact right price if Kevin is to stay with the Wild. Considering how negotiations went last summer, and an even bigger cap crunch, I am incredibly uncertain as to where we will be next year. The high possibility remains that this is our last season in Minnesota. The reality of that creates a deep ache in the threads of my soul. The fact that we are even having these worries while Kevin is having another career year feels incredibly unfair.

The door to our apartment opens and Kevin strolls in casually. He’s on the phone and panic begins to bubble up in my chest. He wiggles two fingers at me in acknowledgement around the keys in his other hand.

“Jaký byl tvůj víkendový výlet?” He speaks into the phone. I recognize the Czech language, but none of the words, and that confirms he is talking to a family member. I stare intently at him, getting on my knees on the couch. Kevin tosses his keys into the bowl and kicks off his Adidas before moving into the kitchen. He sets his container of food on the counter and leans against it, listening to the person on the other end. His top teeth nibble distractedly on his bottom lip. As he does so, his brown eyes connect with mine and he raises his eyebrows in question.

“Who is that?” I mouth to him.

“Mom.” He responds.

Their conversation continues in Czech as I wait and stare. Kevin’s eyes dance in amusement at me, distracted by my persistence. He licks his lips, walking over to the couch and dropping a kiss on my mouth. He mutes his phone to speak to me while his mom’s voice continues to come through the speaker.

“I haven’t been traded.” He assures me, picking up on my interest in the conversation. “Just talking about their ski trip to the alps.” He walks back to the counter, unmuting the phone to respond to his mom. “Sněhová nadílka musí být letos dobrá?”

With Kevin’s certainty, I back off and slump into a sitting position on the couch. Kevin begins to eat his pre-game chicken, rice, and broccoli while conversing with his mom. The sound of his light laughter connects with my ears and I frown. How is he so nonchalant about this day while I feel like my insides are aggressively being torn apart? What is his secret to not giving a crap? I need it desperately.

"Sbohem, mami.” I know this means goodbye, so I throw a look at Kevin over my shoulder. “Damn, Maggie nailed this today.” Kevin insists, shoving another big bite into his mouth. Maggie is the team’s chef who caters to all the boys' culinary needs. Kevin prefers for her to make his pre-game meals so he can focus on important things like napping. “Come taste this.” He ushers me over to where he is standing. I get up, walking over to him. He pulls me closer by my hip and hands me the fork. While I stab a bite together, he studies me. His tongue runs along the inside of his lip while he does so. “How ya doing?”

“Horrible. Thanks for asking.” He chuckles at me, watching as I put the fork in my mouth and chew. “It’s great as usual. She is so good with flavor.”

“Yeah. So why are you all worked up? I told you that Billy and I talked.”

“Yeah I know. But I’ve been thinking. What if a team comes in with this insane offer he can’t refuse?”

“Then I guess maybe I would be. It would have to be a pretty significant offer though.” He shrugs his shoulders, again looking unfazed. I roll my eyes, instantly frustrated that he is so dismissive of the anxieties I'm having.

“Oops I forget, we are Team No Worries today.” I step away from his arm around my waist and turn to walk out of the kitchen. My annoyance flares more at the sound of his light laughter again.

“Baby.” He calls, “look at me.” I resist at first, crossing my arms tightly over my chest. “Samantha.” He sing-songs to me, trying to keep the tension from absorbing us. Finally, I slide my gaze to him. “It’s going to be okay.” I stare at his brown eyes. I know he believes this, but I can’t jump onto that feeling with him today. Not until after the deadline. So I nod, knowing Kevin doesn’t believe it as he releases a heavy sigh. He stabs his fork into his food and mutters in Swiss German under his breath.

My gaze goes back to the TV, watching the analysts discuss a new pending trade call between the Rangers and the Panthers. It’s someone I’m not familiar with. I can hear Kevin moving around in the kitchen behind me. Eventually, he comes to sit with me on the couch with a glass of water.

“Can we not watch this?” He asks me, scrolling on his phone.

“I want to.” Kevin purses his lips in annoyance at me. “We have other rooms in this apartment you can go to.” I snip at him.

“Why are you so upset with me?” He snaps, holding his arms out in frustration. “I haven’t done anything to deserve this attitude from you.”

“You’re gaslighting me into thinking I’m overreacting.”

“You are overreacting.” He insists, getting a touch louder. “I’ve told you: Billy and I talked. My agent and I also talked. There is no concern today. You’re feeding into the rumor mill and not trusting me.” He places his hand on my thigh. The anger directed towards him dissipates at his touch. I push out a calming breath.

“I hate this. I hate all the uncertainty on what’s going to happen. It’s making me crazy. I just want to know what this is going to look like. Where are we going to be at this time next year? Is it here? Is it somewhere else?” I close my eyes and shake my head at him. “I don’t want to feel like this anymore. Even after today, it won’t disappear. How much longer do we have to live like this?”

“At least a couple more months.” His tone is soft and understanding.

“I just want to know. That’s it. I just want a decision.” Kevin nods his head empathetically.

“I get that, but you know I can't join you there. Not during the season. If you need to watch this, then that’s your choice. But I can’t when I have to play tonight.” He stands then comes to drop a quick kiss on my lips. He silently leaves the room, heading to our bedroom. The soft click of the door announces our separation. For some reason, that makes me feel worse.

I continue to watch the trade coverage for the next few hours. Excitedly enough, the Wild are involved in several trades, but every time I see the announcement and their logo, my throat constricts painfully tight. Kevin stays in our room, tucked away for safe keeping until It’s time to leave for the game tonight. The last, big news of the day for the Wild seemingly revolves around Marc-Andre Fleury. The analysts begin speculating that Kevin may be involved in the trade. Panic swells in my veins. Chicago was not in the forefront of my brain. The idea makes a sour scrunch come to my face. I wouldn’t touch Chicago with a ten foot pole right now.

I feel out of control as I drink in every word of their speculation. But they don’t know. We won’t know until the final paperwork has been submitted. I close my eyes, leaning my head back on the couch cushion and feel the anxiety consume my body. The blood pounds through my veins, making my body feel as though it is vibrating with each heart beat.

I am not in control. We will be okay.

I feel air moving close to my face, then Kevin’s lips press to my forehead. Next, they go to my temple, then to my cheek, skirting along my jaw bone. His shirt tickles my hair as he leans further forward, pressing our lips together tightly. He’s here now. Does this mean the speculation is true? Did Billy call him?

“You are too beautiful to be this stressed.” He murmurs.

“I don’t know how you are so calm about this.”

“Last time I was traded, it was the best thing that ever happened to me. I’m not afraid. I wish you weren’t.” I shake my head, unable to put into words all that I’m feeling. I wish I wasn’t too. I wish I felt a sense of security and peace that whatever is next is what’s best for us. I don’t. Instead, fear of the unknown is choking me until I can barely pull in shallow breaths. "You’re making it worse by watching this.” He insists to me. A moment later, I hear the TV click off.

“Hey. Put it back on.” I snap at him, reaching for the remote.

“You’re done for today.”

“There is still a half hour until the deadline.” He shrugs, then brings both his hands up, skimming across my arms until they rest on my chest. He gives my breasts a tight squeeze. I bite back the moan that pushes into my throat. His thumbs brush against my now hardened nipples. Involuntarily, my eyes close and I lick my lips, letting on just how good it feels. “I’m going to help you relax.” His hands come to the edge of my shirt, lifting it to exposure my bra to him. Luckily for us both, the clasp is in the front. The cups fall away, exposing perfectly, rosy nipples. Kevin sighs behind me, getting closer so our lips can connect easier. His fingers swipe across the sensitive peaks and the moan becomes too forceful to keep in.

“Kev…” It’s meant to be firm but instead comes out soaking in desire.

“Shh.” He whispers against my lips, fingers moving again. His tongue dashes into my mouth at the same time his movements increase. Wetness is pooling between my legs, so I open them to showcase my need. My hand goes to the back of his neck, holding his mouth to mine. My tongue dances with his in perfect sync. His thumbs and pointer fingers tighten against my nipples, squeezing them into submission. My back arches further into his hands and he spreads his fingers, taking my full breasts completely into them. His thumbs dance over the tips again. I shiver in pleasure as his mouth pulls away from mine.

“Come here.” He opens his arms to me. I stand on the couch, shedding my shirt and bra, leaving them long forgotten on the floor. I throw my arms over his shoulders. He pauses, grabbing my right breast and pulling me to his mouth with a firm grip on my ass.

“Oh.” I cry out, head tilting back, chest rising and falling rapidly. His tongue circles my nipple and then he pulls it completely into his mouth. He sucks and laps at me until my knees feel weak. My mouth rests on the top of his head, pressing kisses to his scalp, encouraging him to continue. When he moves away, the afternoon light glistens across my wet nipple, shining a beacon on his work.

“Ready?” He murmurs, before wrapping his arms around my waist, lifting me over the cushions and into his chest. My bare breasts dance against his shirt as he walks. His straining erection teases me; the barriers of our pants too much for the state of arousal I’m in. “Hold onto me, baby.” He reminds me as he enters our bedroom. I’m not sure if he’s reminding me about now or the contract situation. The shades are open to accept the light, so when he sets me down, the sunlight highlights my naked features to him.

“Take this off.” I insist, shoving his Wild shirt up his abdomen. He does so, exposing the rigid muscles of his torso. “Fuck.” I murmur running my nails along the divots, salivating at getting to have him like this. My fingers move to the waistband of his pants, shoving them down. His erection thrusts out at me. I run my fingers along the thick, hard shaft, causing him to sigh in pleasure. His hands practically rip my pants from my legs after that. I laugh at him, but it doesn’t last long. His lips are on my inner thigh, instantly trailing towards our favorite place. My fingers thread through his hair as he pauses, taking in the view.

“Your pussy is incredible.” I bite my bottom lip as he places a kiss on my pubic bone. His lips press delicate kisses all along my lips, teasing me, making me ache and cry out until his mouth finally encloses over my clit. My head snaps back and my fingers curls into his brown locks. One of his hands comes to grab my free one and I squeeze his fingers tightly. I can’t help but move my hips into his face, which makes him moan in response. “So hot, baby.” He insists, tugging my hips tighter to his face. His tongue dashes deeper into my clit, making the pressure build unbearably tight. Every muscle in my body clenches. I squeeze the parts of Kevin touching me and then release all at once.

“Ohmygod!” I yell then moan deep in my chest. Kevin licks me through my orgasm, causing me to jerk then shove him deeper. I’ve barely caught my breath before he is flipping me to my stomach, pulling my hips up high into the air. His first plunge is quick and deep. He gives me no time to adjust to his thickness. His thrusts are rough and demanding, requiring me to take him quietly and without protest.

“Good job, baby.” He whispers in my ear as he connects his chest with my back, driving deeper still until my cervix tingles in slight protest. “Tell me if it’s too much.” I immediately shake my head fiercely.

“Don’t stop.” I force out through gritted teeth.

“That’s my girl.” He grins and lets out a confident laugh. He knows how good he is in bed.

He stands back to his full height, slapping my ass gently and then gripping my hips tighter to drive faster. The bed squeaks in dissent. Our heavy breathing fills the room just as my second orgasm descends over me. I fall into the comforter, letting it catch my scream. Kevin fucks me through this wave and well into the next one already building. When that one is complete, he pulls out of me, kissing up my spine to the base of my neck. He nibbles at my skin there then taps my thigh for me to flip over again. His mouth comes to my pulsing clit and licks. I whimper at how sensitive it is and he softens his laps. When I’m back to the wetness he wants, he pulls back, grabbing my legs and putting my heels on his shoulders. His strong hands come under my butt, lifting my hips as he slides into me.

“Ahhh fuck. You are perfect. So damn perfect.” He hisses out through gritted teeth as he slowly moves in and out of me. My arms go to the side, allowing my breasts to bounce the way he likes them to. He grins, then gnaws on his bottom lip. His teeth snap tighter together and his mouth practically snarls as he takes in the view.

My cheeks and chest are flushed; I’m withering desperately beneath his hands. Despite the trade deadline, Kevin Fiala is having a great day.

“Touch yourself.” He insists to me, watching my hand come between my legs, lightly rubbing myself to my fourth orgasm.

As my fingers stroke, my eyes don’t leave his face. His jaw tightens, cheeks sucking in slightly; I can tell he is holding back. He wants to come, but he’s waiting for one more from me. I can feel it building, a little softer, less intense than the others, but just as exquisite. I surrender to it, arching my back as much as he will let me with his vise-like grip on my hips. When he’s confident I’m through, he finally allows himself to release, shooting deep into me with a long, profound moan. His chest heaves as he lets go of my legs. I spread them wide so he can fall towards me beneath him. He gently sets himself over me, connecting our lips immediately. His kisses are soft, nothing like the franticness of before. Both my hands run through his brown hair while my legs rest loosely against his butt.

“I love you.” I tell him in between our soft smooches.

“Mmm, I love you too, baby.” I trace the outline of his swollen lips with the tip of my pointer finger. They tilt into a smile under my touch. “It’s after 2:00pm.”

“And you’re still a Wild player.” I murmur, cocking my head to the side. He feigns shock then snickers at me.

“Technically, I might not be. My phone is in the other room. That would be quite the phone call.” He brings his hand up to his ear like he’s taking a call. “Hey Billy, sorry I missed your 18 phone calls. I was fucking my hot fiancé. What’s up?” I roll my eyes at him, cheeks turning a little pink.

“Stop.” I mumble, running my hands up to his shoulders, resting them against his firm muscles.

“Sex that good should be talked about.” He insists, kissing the corners of my mouth.

“Yeah? So you talk about me in the locker room?” I ask him. He sits back on his knees, looking down at me spread before him to accommodate his body.

“No. I know better.” He shakes his head, eyes serious.

“Mmm.”

“But…” He trails off as one of his fingers slides against my still sensitive folds. I chomp on my lip and wiggle against his finger. He removes it then dances his other hand up my body, briefly skimming my right nipple, then resting close to my mouth. His thumb comes to my bottom lip, pulling it slightly down with heavy eyes. “If I were to say something, it would be praising your mouth.” I slide my tongue out, licking his thumb then sucking it into my mouth. My teeth lightly scrape against his skin and he breathes out an angsty “Fuck.”

“What’s so good about my mouth?” I ask him while knowing exactly what he means. I can feel his erection building against me again. It teases my thigh making my inner muscles clench again.

“Where to start…?” He trails off, pausing for a moment, again taking in the sight of me splayed before him. I shimmy further down the bed so his erection is within reach. My fingers grip his shaft and tug at him as he thinks. His eyes are dilating again, his core muscles straining as he tries to remain composed. “You do this thing with your tongue that I swear pulls my soul straight out of my body. And you’re never shy about how deep you can take me. In fact, I think the deeper I am the better you like it.”

“That’s true. I love the taste of you.” I insist, shifting to get on my knees. He immediately backs off so he is standing next to the bed. I set my face right in front of his dick. It twitches at my proximity. I gently flick the tip of my tongue against the slit in his head. “Keep going.” I encourage, wrapping my hand strongly around the base, tugging upwards. His balls tighten against my hand and I grin. He’s already close and I haven’t even started.

“Um… Ah…” He begins but trails off when my lips press against his head. His hand goes to the back of my head and he eases me down. I take him fully and stay there until his pressure on the back of my head releases, then I slowly rise, dragging my tongue the entire length of him. “That. Definitely that.” He moans as I swirl my tongue against his head, dipping into the crease at the top. My tongue traces the curves of him, then I take him most of the way in my mouth, sucking and licking and squeezing him into submission. “Baby.” Kevin cries to me. I know I have him exactly where I want him.

“What else.” I ask during a brief moment where my mouth is empty.

“Fucking everything. Keep going, baby.” His voice is frantic, so I move again.

As I do, noises and begging comes from his lips in several of his languages. Most prominently is Czech. I have to hold back the smile forming on my lips because I want him to finish. I give him one final tug, then suck his head tight and swirl my tongue along the pulsing skin. He comes fiercely into my mouth. His hands grip my head tight as he sways into the bed at the power of his orgasm. I take every last drop of him in my mouth. When he opens his eyes to take me in, I release him. I sit up on my knees then show him every ounce of him on my tongue. I curl my tongue back in and swallow, falling back onto the bed like the damn queen I am.

“That noteworthy, Kev?” I tease him. He still looks lost as his chest rises and falls rapidly with his eyes locked on my bouncing breasts. When he looks back at my face, his grin is infectious.

“So… Ah… What are you doing for the rest of your life?” He wonders, eyes still molten with desire.

“You.”

“Fuck. Lucky me.”

#letters in your last name au #Kevin Fiala Fic #los angeles kings #my writing #hockey fan fiction #hockey writing #NHL writing

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mcgnussen · 2 years

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kevin and mclaren - the story of how cruel f1 politics can be:

this will be a long post. in his book, kevin had a lot to say about mclaren - and not much of it good. actually it’s quite shocking how poorly he was treated by mclaren. but his mclaren “adventure” is a little tough since it’s covered in different chapters and with different timelines, but i will try to do my best to lay it out in chronological order. obviously i will not include everything from the book. if you want all the details, i’d recommend reading the book, alt eller intet (all or nothing) if you are able to.

mclaren academy (2008-2013) jan magnussen, kev’s dad, had a very short formula 1 career with mclaren, but they had many issues. ron dennis always said jan was probably the biggest talent since senna, but he did not have the discipline of a f1 driver (like he refused to quit smoking). this is the established connection kevin had with mclaren. when he was only a few years old, ron dennis sent him a birthday card that said “call me when you’re better than your dad” and then in his teenage years, he did call ron dennis. this eventually led to him being invited to the factory for a chat with martin whitmarsh, which led to him being accepted into the mclaren academy.

during his meeting with martin, he was immediately told of all his dad’s failures. martin said they told all the young drivers about jan, about how his vices ruined his f1 career. as kevin said, it was quite awkward to sit there and listen to someone saying all of that stuff about his dad - even if martin ended it by saying that jan was the greatest talent he had ever seen. even placing him above ayrton senna. but kevin was happy that the meeting ended with him getting a spot as a junior driver in mclaren’s academy as a 15-year old.

not long after, he moved to england to be close to the mclaren headquarters in woking. being in the academy was intense and mclaren was super controlling. kevin had to fill out a survey every day about how he felt, they had to do a lot of fitness tests and had to upload a picture of every meal to a profile, so mclaren could keep track of what they were eating. kevin thought it was stupid with that level of micromanagement. he saw it as a case as long as he was fit and performed well on track, everything else didn’t matter - but eventually he learned the game. he became good at the specific fitness tests, placing above those in better shape than him as he only focused on getting good at the tests. he boiled broccoli and took a picture of that before going down to buy a pizza now and then. he filled out his survey with the best possible answers every day. mental health? great. physical well-being? great. focus? great. he impressed everyone at mclaren, and when he was also the best out on the track of the junior drivers, they probably thought it was because he was so diligent with everything else, when in reality kevin was just sensible and a good racer.

his first mclaren season (2014) in 2013, martin whitmarsh used his contacts to get kevin the 2014 force india seat (now aston martin), which meant kevin could get to know the f1 world without all the pressure of driving for a top team (which mclaren believed themselves to be at the time). everything was taken care of except the signing of the contract, kevin waited and waited until suddenly ron dennis showed up, unhappy with the 2013 season and mclaren being on the decline, and told kevin he got the mclaren seat. martin whitmarsh had been fired, along with a lot of other mclaren people, and so had sergio perez, so now the seat belonged to kevin. of course, he was beyond excited at the time and called his mum in happy tears. he skipped the small-ish team and could drive for mclaren, his dream team. but now kevin believes that starting in force india would have been waaaaay better for him.

mclaren did not want kevin to bring along family or friend to his debut race, they did not want him to get distracted. he basically just sat alone on the plane ride there. the only kind of coaching he was given before his first qualification was: “don’t fuck this up.” that is basically all they said to a 21-year old rookie. despite that, kevin went on to qualify fourth, ahead of button, and ended up finishing p2 in the race. when the race was over, he just went back to his hotel room and sat there all alone as mclaren had not allowed him to bring anyone and so he had no one to celebrate with.

but that was the only podium kevin would ever see. despite impressing everyone in melbourne, kevin was a rookie and he made rookie mistakes. kevin admits that he made too many mistakes during his first season and risked too much. but he also says in the book that he was stressed because the team believed they should be driving for the absolute top spots, but the car just could not do so, not even button could manage it. he thinks the only one who quickly realised they had no championship hope was jenson button, who then used his fifteen years of experience to race the best he could in hope others would fall away. kevin realised the bad position the team was in too late and so button beat him comfortably during the races. during his first season, kevin learned he had to be able to adapt. the goal could not always be to win the race as mclaren believed.

for the entirety of the second half of the 2014 season, jenson and kevin knew alonso would likely become a mclaren driver, which was very bad timing for kevin. after that, there was an intense competition between button and magnussen - and they basically told each other nothing in the briefings. in general, kevin was faster but button was smarter. so even when kevin outqualified him, button would more often than not end up in front of kevin during the race. he had fifteen years of experience, kevin did not. but despite things getting a little cool between them, kevin says button treated him with respect. this coupled with the frustration over the lack of good results made the 2014 season really difficult and stressful for kevin, who now also had to drive to keep his seat against an english world champion for an english team. the only thing kevin had was data. data that proved he was faster than button. in fact, mclaren promised kevin the 2015 seat if he could beat button in qualifying with same amount of time as hamilton had beaten button during his time in mclaren – and kevin did.

mclaren’s betrayal (2015) williams had shown interest in kevin during the 2014 season, and when kevin confronted mclaren with this as they took a long time deciding on whether it should be him or button who kept the mclaren seat, eric boullier (racing director) said: “it will be you, don’t look elsewhere.” even button was so sure that his time in f1 was over that he had a special helmet made for the last race of the season, but he never used it since the team didn’t make a decision after the season had ended. during the meeting where the board should decide whether to keep magnussen or button, 7 people voted for kevin, 2 for button – but those 2 were the most powerful, owning more than 50% of mclaren, and they were in a battle for power with ron dennis. they waited until ron had voted, and he voted for kevin, and then talked to each other in arabic and voted for button as the only ones. they did not care about whether it was kevin or jenson who kept the seat, they just wanted to ensure a defeat for ron dennis.

kevin was demoted to test/reserve driver and he was basically in a state of shock, but ron promised kevin he would be able to return for the 2016 season, maybe even the 2015 season if button didn’t do well. there was no role for kevin in the team, but he still got paid and ron dennis expected him to meet up every day for a few hours before going back to an empty hotel room as he had to go to all the races. he was not allowed to participate in any other motorsport, so he barely sat in a car for the season. they did not even allow him to use the simulator. as the time passed during the year, he had no car, and stoffel vandoorne won a lot of races in f2 and suddenly he was the golden child (despite the fact kevin had beaten him in tests). kevin found it difficult to deal with because he had no car, no drive to prove himself. looking back now, kevin is sure he had a depression in 2015. he partied too much and drank himself unconscious, he broke several bones during that year because he was super reckless and just did not care about anything really. he had a constant feeling of being unable to be within himself and did not take good care of himself. but everything turned around for the better when he met his wife in october 2015, she helped him get back on track again. on his birthday in 2015, he was fired from mclaren before getting the call from renault.

and that’s it, that is some of the story about kevin’s time in mclaren. it’s honestly a miracle kevin did not burn their garage down, i would have. kevin basically did everything asked of him and he still lost his seat just because ron dennis was a control freak who made himself unpopular with some of the board members. i still can’t believe ron had the audacity to fire kevin on his actual birthday, it still makes me so damn mad. but i’m glad kevin got away from ron dennis’ mclaren, he deserved so much better anyway and he managed to stay in f1 on talent alone.

#kevin magnussen #mclaren #mclaren f1 #f1 #mclaren f1 team #formula 1 #also kevin calls out people by name in this book #i love it so much #long post #depression tw #themagnussencorner

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bwoahtastic · 2 years

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I'm sorry but Kevin boiling broccoli and sending a photo of it to McLaren, to prove how healthy he was eating, when he was in their academy. Only for him to go and buy a pizza is somehow the most Kevin thing, and will never stop being funny to me.

Teenage Kev would definitely do the same to Seb when at the oh deer orphanage.

KSKSKS PLS THATS PEAK KEVIN (also wtf is mclaren doing needing that proof lol)

Kevin going to Nico's for a bit, or even going away for a weekend and seb tells him to at least eat vegetables once sksks. So kev judt sends a pic to seb of some veggies and then goes get burgers and fries with Nico sksks

Seb probably knows but its amusing too ndkdk

#asks #oh deer orphanage

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pattonakhtar00 · 1 year

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islandpcosjourney · 2 years

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Day 14 – May ’22 challenge

22nd May 2022

It’s usually around this time when I’d start to dream/think about food and right on cue, it’s happening! Only this time, although I’ve been shown a constant stream of cookie, brownie & sweety adverts, I’m craving salads. The weather certainly hasn’t been the cause of my salad dreams as it’s been so dreary and wet all day. Usually I’d start to crave the salads when the weather starts teasing about summer, so I suppose yesterday’s sun I felt while outside painting the garden furniture, could’ve given me enough of a tease to trigger the tastes of summer?

I mentioned seeing a particularly inspirational photo of a salad before in an ad on FB – halloumi, pomegranate seeds, tender stem broccoli among other delights. I can’t get that image out of my memory, and I’d really love to prepare it when I’m all done in a few weeks. While searching for the recipe on FB to find that company who advertised it again (I have no idea who it was) I did general searches using words like diet, healthy eating, halloumi salad, among other searches and came across posts I’d either made on my own page or on group pages from 2017 where I was mentioning my clean eating & dietary changes, all to change my lifestyle while we were TTC. I was so hopeful back then. There was even a post about being on my first day of Provera and looking forward to a bleed in a few days – gosh, how different it was back then. Provera was what my consultant was giving me to induce bleeds before being able to take Clomid, the ovulation inducing drug. I’d had to fight to get her to prescribe that to me – how different my mindset was back then. I’d do anything to avoid medicines now! Of course the Clomid didn’t work because my body wasn’t in the right foundation state for it to work – but did anyone say that? No! Yes she asked me to lose weight but that was because I was overweight for an IVF referral. She even admitted that losing weight wouldn’t make me ovulate, so even she didn’t think that I could achieve what I have done already naturally. Well, she had said that my chances of doing anything naturally (ovulating, conceiving, or carrying to term) would be low, if at all. However, even when a medical professional said that to me, I didn’t give up hope and I went searching elsewhere for answers.

It's nice to be reminded of what state of mind I was in 5 years ago by seeing what I wrote down, to myself or to others. Technology & social media gets the points for that! I also linked to an article about PCOS and diets which I took another look at just now. It’s short and sweet but it does confirm that what I’m doing now is right. Fully avoiding any food group is not the balanced diet that one requires to treat their PCOS but no ONE diet is suitable either – you have to find what works for the individual & I suppose I have in a way, or at least I’m getting there. Avoiding gluten, dairy, sugar, veg oils & anything processed was working for me back then, but it was not in any way sustainable. It might’ve helped me to lose some weight (12lbs), but it wasn’t working for me reproductively because nothing was changed, and my hormones were still off the chart. I still don’t know what my hormones are officially doing now but I’m sure my consultant will tell me in June, confirming that I’m on a better path now. I may be avoiding gluten, dairy, sugar, veg oils & anything which needs digestion just now, but I only do it to flood my body with all of the good stuff. See, when I avoided it before, I still wasn’t getting enough of the good stuff and unless I stuck to it 100%, I was wanting the bad stuff all the time.

I cannot wait for the summer when I can enjoy heat outside. Kevin teased me today when he called while he was sunbathing outside on deck! He’s in Denmark now and enjoying that heat while I’m here with the drizzle  It sparked us talking about holidays and our honeymoon. Our honeymoon was the only holiday abroad I’ve ever had and right about now, another one wouldn’t go amiss. We’re just constantly chasing our tails trying to do something or other to one of our houses. He asked me where I’d like to go, if I could choose anywhere – New Zealand (he knew I’d say that!). The only comment I’d had made about our honeymoon was the amount of English tourists all around us wanting chips with everything and the eateries looking like they were catering to that too. We tried our best to eat out locally every night and came back about a stone heavier hahaha but the next place we go to, I’d love to be away from the resort-type areas where we can eat authentically local food.

Now that’s got me thinking of Greek food! Kevin got me into Greek food, and I’ll love him forever for that. It’s my favourite cuisine now. Meze is something he grew up with visiting his Great Uncle in Cyprus. The traditional Cypriot Meze, meaning “little delicacies”, is around 30 small plates of savoury dips and vegetables and a wide range of fish and meat dishes cooked in several different ways. Chicken Souvlaki is one of my favourite, belonging to both Greece & Cyprus and its one of the dishes I love Kevin making us on the BBQ. We usually call it Gyros but if we were to go to Cyprus or Greece we’d find that Gyros is meat cooked on a rotating skewer and then shaved before serving in a pitta, like a donner, whereas Souvlaki is cooked on sticks over a grill served with fried potatoes, pitta bread, sauce & salad on a plate. We don’t do it like that as ours is either chunks of meat or a full marinaded breast over the BBQ before chopping up and serving in the same gyros way but it’s easier that way than trying to cook it on a skewer on a rotating spit and shaving it – goodness knows how we’d do it. Anyway, I’m craving that with lettuce and tzatziki and perhaps a side of couscous with pine nuts & some halloumi. The Mediterranean diet is usually quite a healthy one with olive oils and fresh food right at the heart of it. One day I’ll get to experience it authentically for myself but until then, we’ll make do with our versions! Yummy! Now I’m going to be planning our summer gatherings! Starting with Kevin’s birthday bash sometime in June – watch this space!

Going back to what I was saying earlier about the changes I was making 5yrs ago. Even though it didn’t work, it was a solid foundation on which to build. Yes I abandoned it when Dad died and grief was more important to address than anything else but it was also the way in which it was meant to be. Like a good whisky or fine wine needs to develop for years in the cask, my body/my mind/my soul needed that time to come to terms with everything that was happening to it. The hurt I experienced through my trauma, medical diagnosis and grief has all shaped what I am making of life today. I’m sure in years to come I’ll also look on these current times and wonder what on Earth worried me so much and realise that it was all just building me up, making me stronger and stronger. “What doesn’t kill you makes you stronger” is a very true phrase I often use. Of course it does and every day is a school day. I may be writing about my journey but incase you haven’t noticed - I’m just fumbling about here trying to make the best of it. I make mistakes. I don’t always learn from them. I fall off the wagon but I keep getting up again & striving to achieve better each time. I might never get there but the journey has already felt worth it, just to explore the possibilities.

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bat-burrito · 3 years

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Let me see that you swallowed it, open your mouth.

#She-Ra but it's The Office #Kevin eats broccoli #spop shitpost #scorpia shitpost #spop incorrect quotes #perfuma shitpost

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so how do you square taylor winning AOTY for folklore despite already announcing she's re-recording and her feud with scooter already known if she's being blackballed?

Because they had to award her or else it would look very suspicious. All of the experts predicted her to walk away with 3 grammys AT LEAST, but more than likely 4-5. They awarded her for folklore because time magazine/etc called it the album of the year. SO many important and respected publications/critics called it the AOTY, like.. it was a moment, THE musical moment of 2020. It would raise brows for them not to. So what did they do? Awarded her for the one award they KNEW they had to, and now they won't award her again. It's really not that complicated to grasp but some people don't know anything about the music industry and that's FINE but she's so clearly being blackballed.

#anonymous #answered #I just want her to win SOTY that's the only grammy I want her to win and then idc if she ever wins again #and it just won't ever happen #but this nyt article basically confirms she has no support for all the reasons I listed earlier #her relationship w the grammys since this masters/scooter thing reminds me of that scene from the office #where michael is forcing kevin to eat broccoli #and kelly is like YOU'RE KILLING HIM MICHAEL #taylor is the broccoli #kevin is the recording academy

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moonchildmisadventures · 4 years

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When I say I am going to start cutting carbs

What people think I mean

What I actually mean

#20 something #20 something probs #20 something problems #twenty something #twenty something probs #twenty something problems #the office #kevin malone #broccoli #pippi longstocking #spaghetti #health #healthful #eating #emotional eating #emotional eater #i love carbs #hungry

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stanknotstark · 3 years

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Serinakakers As Proof

Serinakakers are actually called Norwegian butter cookies in english and I don’t think i’ve ever had one but they look good to me lol i didn’t feel like making a whole new otherworldly dessert sorry I’m lazy sometimes 😂

Summary: You’re dating Loki but keeping it a secret as per Loki’s request. The team starts to question if you’re lying about your ‘lover’ and Loki has to save you because Thor has really bad timing.

It all started two weeks into dating Loki. Loki was a little unsure what the team’s reaction to you two dating would be so he told you to keep it a secret for now. You respected his wishes but that didn’t stop you from flaunting about how you had the best ‘lover’ (Loki refused to be called boyfriend) in the world.

Two weeks in Valentines came up and Loki had a vase of beautiful flowers sent to you with a little card that said, “For the fairest of them all - your love” In reference to Snow White, which you had both watched very recently.

You had taken them around the whole tower, telling people it had come from your lover when they asked.

“At least give us his name, I promise to not, like, totally have a background check on him!” Tony says with a pout.

You laugh and shake your head. “No can do Tin Man. He doesn’t want you all to know who he is just yet.”

“See, that makes me a little skittish, if he doesn’t want us to know he has something to hide.”

“I agree with him and think he should remain nameless.”

“That doesn’t make me feel better.” Tony points out.

You shrug at Tony and do the motions for zipping your lips closed and throwing out the key.

Loki ends up picking a random day, a month later, to send you a big basket of chocolate, your favorite hard candies, and really small plushies of all the Avengers (It’s totally not his way of giving you sweets because you’re on your period). Your favorite plushy isn’t one of the Avengers, it’s a small plushy of Loki. Because you’re given the basket in front of everyone you make sure not to freak out over the Loki plushy but you keep stealing glances at the god who sits apart from everyone else, reading.

“He even got you Loki?” Steve asks bewildered.

“Like it or not, Loki is part of the group. Seems he has built a group of fans now.” You say, stealing a glance at Loki who smirks at his book. You know he’s pleased you’ve defended his honor.

“You do realize I’m right here, do you not?” Loki says, still not looking up from his book.

Steve at least has the decency to look ashamed and his cheeks flare up.

“There’s not a card with a name!” Tony says making everyone look at the basket again.

“Of course not, you dumbass.” You say, slapping the back of Tony’s head, Tony proceeds to throw his hands and slap away at your receding hand. Thor and Bruce chuckle with you at his childish antics.

“Can you at least give us a letter in his name?” Clint asks from your side.

You sigh and look to the ceiling in thought.

“K.”

“Kevin!” Clint immediately yells. “Wait, we don’t know a Kevin.”

“Who said you know who it is?” You ask as you gather your basket to put in your room.

Clint completely disregards what you said and yells, “Kate!”

Natasha hits Clint’s arm, “She’s straight, stupid.”

Tony then pipes in as you walk away rolling your eyes, “Kyle! Kaden! Kayden but with a y!”

“His name doesn’t start with a k guys!” You yell as the elevator closes, exasperated.

Next, a week and a half has passed when they start questioning your relationship. Thor figures it out but only because he grew up with the thing you’re gifted.

You had been the last one to enter the kitchen for dinner and right as you entered Thor came up to you with puppy dog eyes and was holding a tin of sweets. You take a long look at the delicacies, they’re some type of cookies, in a swirl pattern, and decorated with powdered sugar. Thor answers your questions right after you think that.

“They’re butter cookies, can I please have one, your boyfriend sent them.” Thor says making sure to enunciate the word boyfriend. Your eyes snap to Thor’s and the god smiles down at you. On one hand it looks innocent but you see past his facade.

He knows.

You clear your throat and grab the tin from him, making sure to pull one of the cookies out and give it to him.

“Since you’re nice, sure, big guy.” You say giving Thor a look that said ‘Say nothing’. Thor bounces from foot to foot, shoving his cookie in the face of the other Avengers.

“She likes me!” Thor roars then demolishes the cookie in a single bite.

You laugh, glance at Loki from under your lashes as you look at the cookies and pick one out to try.

When the cookie touches your tongue you can’t help closing your eyes and moaning. You chew and the cookie just melts in your mouth. You moan as your take another bite and you think you could practically orgasm this cookie is so damn good but remember the entire team is there.

When you finish the cookie you open you eyes and look at everyone. Tony is looking at you like he wants to eat you, Natasha is eating her food like she doesn’t fucking care, Steve is blushing so hard you think his head might explode. Clint is shocked, and Bruce is looking at you with a raised brow. The last person you look at is Loki who sits there staring at you with flushed cheeks and a glint in his eye that says he’s going to tear those noises from your lips again, this time without the cookies.

You cough and look at Thor who is smiling like he is satisfied. You understand why he wanted one so bad now.

“I’m sorry but what the fuck just happened.” Tony says shaking his head.

You laugh. “I had an orgasm while eating a cookie, get with the program.”

“Honestly, if his cookies are that good you need to marry the man, just saying.” Tony waves his had at you then goes on to start eating his dinner.

You go to eat another cookie but Loki finally says something.

“No dessert before dinner, put the cookies down.”

“Or what?” You challenge the god.

Loki raises a brow at you and levels you with a glare.

“Put them down.”

You suck on your gums and squint at the god as you put the cookies on the table.

“You’re lucky I like you.”

“Ok, first of all, you like everyone so I don’t see the point in saying that. Second, how have you told Loki you like him before me? We all know I’m the favorite around here.” Tony scoffs while aggressively stabbing a broccoli floret.

You take your seat next to Loki and that’s when it’s asked.

“Is your boyfriend even real? Or are you gifting yourself all these things so you’ll make one of us jealous?” Clint asks in a normal voice, he really doesn’t mean it to be mean.

You stop smiling at Tony and frown at Clint.

“He’s real.” You say a little hurt.

“I mean it just seems a little fishy.”

You pout at Clint.

“I could look into her purchases and see if she bought it herself.” Tony rouses from the other side of the table. He’t totally joking but Steve doesn’t take it that way.

“Tony! That’s private, you can’t just do that!” Steve tries protecting you.

You start to get a little angry.

“He’s real. If you don’t think he’s real then that’s on you. I know he is and that’s all that matters.” You reason, more for yourself than anything else.

Under the table you feel Loki’s hand squeeze at your thigh.

“Just give us something to let us know he’s real.” Tony pushes.

You slam your hands on the table and stand up so fast the chair you were in topples over.

“Stop!” Loki yells, in a quick move he stands and puts an arm in front of you, not to protect Tony but to stop you before you did something you regret.

The room is silent save for your rough breathing.

“It’s me.” Loki harshly says, glaring at Tony and Clint.

“You don’t have to cover for her, it’s embarrassing but-”

“Shut up!” You scream at Clint.

“I’m not trying to cover for her. I’ve been dating her for the past month and a half. I did not want her to tell you because I wasn’t sure how all of you would react.” Loki gets out then turns and brings you to him so he may kiss you.

Loki makes it a show for the team, relaxes as you lean into him, your hands wrapping around his neck and tugging at the nape of his neck. He pulls away before you can lose yourself in his kiss and looks at the team with a raised eyebrow as if asking ‘Is that enough for you?’.

Finally Thor peeps in between a big bite of his food. “Ay, Loki is telling the truth, those are Serinakakers, an Asgardian delicacy my mother used to make us.”

Loki rolls his eyes at his brother’s really bad timing and then looks back down at you, you’re still wrapped around him, now with a tiny smile on your lips as you look at him.

“Ok, darling?” Loki asks anyways.

“I’ll be happy if you let me take those cookies and eat those for dinner in my bedroom.”

Loki brings a hand up and trails a finger from the back of your jaw to your chin, going up to touch your bottom lip. “Only if you promise to make those sweet sounds every bite you take.” Loki whispers.

“Ok this is seriously gross, I’m literally gonna throw up.” Tony says with a fake gag.

You laugh and pull from Loki who glares at Tony. You point at Tony, then at Clint. “Don’t think you two are off the hook, I’m still royally pissed, you’re just lucky when I’m around Loki I can’t stay mad.”

You make your way around the table, Loki following, dinner forgotten, and pick up your cookies. Then, you head towards your room.

Halfway to the elevator Loki grabs your hand and doesn’t let go until you’re both laying on your bed enjoying your cookies. Talking about everything and nothing.

#loki x reader #loki #loki odinson #loki laufeyson #reader insert #my writing #i had this idea a few days ago and didn't have any time to really write it out #i feel i could have done more but my mind is working at like ADD mode right now #my adderall is wearing off cuz i took it early #so idk if ill get to write more or not #but hopefully i can ^^#also my transitions could use a little work i apologize about that i try not to make them so generic and like next #this happens #or like then he #and on this day #i just have trouble of thinking of good ways to transition sorry

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i forced myself to eat four spoonfuls of unsweetened coconut milk yogurt just now, because i can’t bear to eat more than that at once but also fermented foods seem to be the consensus re: how to try to heal gut issues and the associated autoimmune/food allergy problems, and as i choked it down, i could hear kelly kapoor in my head going “stop it michael, you’re KILLING him!” like when michael tried to force feed kevin broccoli

#dollsome's deep thoughts #getting older is just divine stuff #i know i should eat more than four spoonfuls #but i figure four spoonfuls a day is better than none ever right? right????#(i've tried putting stuff in yogurt to try to tasty it up #but honestly i'd rather just suffer through it quickly and get it over with #because i'm never going to eat it at as a fun snack y'all)

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Then And Now

#12YearsOfCastle

They’d been woken early by the twins. And another morning of chaos had ensued. She’d handed him a cup of coffee in his “King of the Castle” mug he loved, both of them getting the kids breakfasts in front of them and she’d left him to fend for himself with the ravenous horde they were raising, her husband feeding the boys their cheerios and making sure Lily ate her cereal too while she dashed to shower and dress for work.

She’d smiled when she’d stepped out of the shower she’d just barely had time to take and she could see the message he’d left on the mirror.

We really had no idea.

She laughed, sighing with relief to see he’d left a fresh cup of coffee for her to drink while she got dressed for work, her “Worlds Best Mommy” mug sitting on the dresser.

She leaned in the doorway of the office, sipping her coffee and watching her family for a moment. Reece and Jake are still sitting in their high chairs, bashing action figures together and squealing with glee at the noise they were making. Lily follows her Dad around the kitchen like a shadow.

“Why’s it special?” She heard her daughter say.

“Because, twelve years ago today is when Daddy met Mommy for the first time,” Castle answered. “I had to help Mommy at work and she fell madly in love with me and all these years later, we’re a family. You, your brothers, Alexis, Mommy and Daddy.”

She rolled her eyes but before she could correct him she heard, “Mommy always says you were silly and she had no choice. Like when you makes me eat the broccoli.”

Kate laughed and had Lily running at her as she crossed through into the kitchen. “Mommy! Daddy says today is special.”

She smiled at her husband, placing her mug on the island and lifting Lily up to sit on a stool so they were eye to eye.

“Today is a special day. I met Daddy twelve years ago and he’s been annoying me ever since,” she teased, smirking when she heard her husband's huff.

“That’s when our family started?” Lily asked.

Kate thought about it for a minute. “I guess you could say that. No matter what Daddy says about falling in love that day, that was definitely when our partnership started. Then we became friends and at some point…”

“Mommy realised Daddy was the love of her life.” Castle interrupted.

“Among other things,” Kate teased as her husband came up behind her.

“Daddy, did you meet my Uncles too?”

“Yes, Sweetpea,” Castle confirmed, wrapping his arms around his wife for a second before intervening with the twins who were bickering over a toy. “And your Aunt Lanie.”

“Mommy?” Lily tugged on her blouse to get her attention back. “Will you takes some cupcakes for Uncle ‘Spo and Uncle Kevin?”

“The ones you made with Daddy yesterday?” Kate checked, getting her things ready to head to work.

“Yes,” Lily nodded. “And Aunt Lanie. It's their day too. Special days need cake.”

“It is?” Castle asked.

“It's when our family started,” Lily insisted. “You said so. ”

Kate smiled. Of course, it may have changed their lives, the day they met, the day he pushed his way into her life and made it extraordinary. And it was the day that he began a brotherhood with her partners, joined their team, when those friendships began. And now their kids called them Uncles and her best friend their Aunt.

“Of course sweetheart,” Kate promised. “Why don’t you pick out the ones I’m taking and I’ll put them in with my lunch.”

She watched Lily scamper off around the Island and start to sort through the Wonder Woman cupcakes she’d made with Castle the day before to celebrate International Women’s Day and turned to the man in question, smiling at him as he played with their boys.

“If you’d told me twelve years ago we’d be married with three kids, I’d have you committed,” Kate teased. “We really had no idea, you’re right.”

She dropped kisses to her sons heads before turning to Castle and claiming his lips in a heated kiss. “Thanks for calling the mayor that day.”

“You were and are too extraordinary to walk away from. Thanks for being my muse then and now.”

#castle fanfic #my fanfic #kate beckett #richard castle #lily castle #reece caste #jake castle

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