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lcriedlastnight · 24 days

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down in the grumps | lando norris

fem!reader. reader getting talked about behind her back :( and oblivious reader.

w/c: 2.1k

it’s not that you were being grumpy on purpose. most of the time you didn’t even realise that your replies to simple questions were short and snappy. or that your face seemed to screw up with or without your permission at something you had heard one of your friends say.

they were all used to it by now, after having dealt with it the whole friendship. and you of course, couldn’t help it if your first reaction to mostly anything you were told, was a blunt, sarcastic answer. your face always unapproachable, looking like someone had just told you the most annoying news of your life.

lando knew this when he met you. he even thought the same as everyone else, at first. seeing you chat with your friend, will, as he talks with his hands, excitedly over something. your face pinched in what looked like annoyance. it made him frown at first as he thought it was quiet rude of you to look pissed off when your friend seemed to speak so animatedly. of course as soon as will introduced you both and he got to know you he realised, that you were just unintentionally like that. you were interested in what he was saying, and yeah sometimes you did start pointless, petty arguments but lando had the ability to brush off your silly comments and instead tried to find a way to cheer you up. he had gotten so used to finding ways to make you feel less uptight that it completed skipped his mind that others might not be quite as unbothered by it all as him.

bringing you to the paddock for the australian grand prix had always been the plan. deciding that this weekend would be a great time to hard launch your relationship.

“do i look alright?” you ask, staring at your outfit in the hotel mirror, with a razor sharp gaze, analysing your outfit. lando’s eyes trail down your figure, analysing your outfit too, but with much more love and kindness than you were giving yourself. your face still set hard with the usual furrow of your brows and deep frown, making you look, for a lack of a better word, pissed.

lando leaves the bathroom and pulls your hand straight in the air. before you can question it though, he’s spinning you around lightly. this does ease your worries and makes a small smile appear on your lips for a minute. his silent reassurance spoken loudly through his eyes are they crease with his bright smile, hints of adoration shine through.

“you could’ve just said i looked nice, no need for the theatrics” you grumble out as you straighten up in the mirror and move to place a small kiss on the side of his smile.

lando cries out dramatically. “you missed!”. you roll your eyes and make your way towards the door. your way of telling lando you’re ready to leave. of course he knows this and is hot on your tail, his laugh echoing through the corridors of your floor as he pulls you close by your hand.

the paddock buzzed with cameras and fans and somewhere between them all you were sure there was drivers. you were actually really excited as this was your first time in the paddock.

lando could tell how excited you were just by looking at you. the way your eyes darted around, trying to take in everything at once, they didn’t move quickly though (that was how he knew you were nervous). the way you walked an inch ahead of him. your hand squeezing his as you recognise someone he knows, a driver or a team principal or even a mclaren engineer he knows well, excited to get to know this part of him too. none of this even noticeable to anyone except him, your face still showing your usual expression. lando thinks he likes it better this way, he likes having to read you to know what your feeling.

the first person you meet is oscar. he's sitting in the mclaren motorhome, with his own girlfriend. you fall a little behind lando, as he squeezes your hand in reassurance.

“hey mate, andrea wants to speak to you before you leave today at some point” oscar says, finding himself looking at you in confusion. he knew lando had a girlfriend, but he didn’t expect to see her. and for her to be so… mad? for seemingly no reason, lando was smiling wildly, which confused him more.

“cool.” lando replies as he pulls you closer to his side. he introduces you with a proud smile and oscar throws him a weary one back.

“hey, nice to finally meet you.” oscar says simply. this did not seem like the girl lando ranted and raved about. you hadn’t even said a word yet.

you shoot him a tight lipped smile and return the pleasantry, to him and to lily beside him, who responds kindly. lando pulls you tighter as he and oscar discuss something about the race. you listen intently, and interrupt when lando accidently gets mixed up with what he’s talking about.

instead of seeing it as you helping lando, the couple see it as rude, as you don’t apologise for butting in when you weren’t really even a part of the conversation. lando just sends you an appreciative smile, and returns to what he was talking about, which worried oscar. as he thinks he’s completely ignoring your red flags. he decides he’ll talk to him about it later, when you aren’t standing beside him looking like your about to kick off.

they chat for a bit, you chirping in, when you feel like it. none of it going unnoticed by the australian and his girlfriend. lando mentions something about dropping around the ferrari and red bull garages later on and you feel yourself getting excited again.

you and lando take turns at pulling each other around the paddock all day. lando only leaving your side for a few hours when he has media to do. afterwards he takes you to meet max, who tries to find checo for you but cannot seem to sus him out anywhere. he takes you to meet his old karting rivals, george and alex and then finally decides to take you to the ferrari garage, where carlos and charles stand with an engineer, discussing something about exhausts or something.

“lando!” carlos cheers as he sees you both arrive in front of him. he kindly abandons whatever it is he’s supposed to be listening to, charles following suit. they hug then separate, lando’s hands immediately returning to you.

lando introduces you for the millionth time today as you repeat your actions of a tight smile and a sharp ‘nice to meet you’ , something everyone who you met today noticed. carlos couldn’t help being surprised at your actions, also thinking that you couldn’t be the girl he had heard about from his former teammate.

charles smiles kindly at you and asks how you have been finding today, to which you reply a little less sharply, your excitement seeping through. lando watches on in awe of you opening up to his friends.

after a while of chatting to the boys in red, andrea comes running over, shouting about something no one can quite make out.

“i’ve been searching for you lando!” he huffs as he pulls lando to the side to discuss, something to do with the strategy for the weekend. you take this time to jump on your phone and update your mother on your day, her knowing about how excited you were about today.

carlos looks to charles as he loudly whispers “what’s up with her man?”. he wasn’t far away from you, and it seemed like he wasn’t even trying to be slick with it.

“what? what do you mean?” charles questions, a little confused. carlos just huffs.

“i mean, she’s so grumpy. she seems like she would rather be anywhere but here and lando is just standing next to her with a stupid smile on his face.” carlos frowns, only concerned about his friend, but hurting you in the process. charles hums a reply, not entirely agreeing but not disagreeing either.

carlos’s words make you freeze though. you didn’t realise you were being grumpy? you were just being yourself, so did that mean you were grumpy all the time? your thoughts tornado around your head as the self-consciousness sinks into your veins. did lando think this too?

speaking of lando, he finishes his conversation with andrea and makes his way back to you with a smile, his smile seemed to be never-ending today. his hand links with yours as soon as he is close enough. you immediately smile, forcing your lips upward as you try your best to not be ‘grumpy’.

lando notices this but decides to leave it until you were alone. “hope you guys weren’t listening”. lando jokes. it was a bad joke. no one laughed. charles just stared at him, almost disappointed and carlos just shook his head.

lando frowns and says “alright we’re leaving” and pulls you away. you make sure to smile at the two ferrari boys and wish them good luck for tomorrow, not a trace of sarasm in your words, which confused lando even more. he looks at you quizzically but you ignore it.

somehow you end up back with at the hotel within the next hour, after spending a good few hours at the paddock.

“alright, what’s wrong?” lando asks, almost as soon as you are both in your hotel room. you don’t hesitate before you ask, “am i grumpy?”.

lando looks at you, his face laced with confusion. he opens his mouth to reply but closes it again. he takes his time to gather his words, not wanting to upset you more than what you clearly already were.

“you are grumpy,” he says “but that’s how you’ve been since we met, i’m sure you were like that before, from what will tells me”. your usual frown deepens.

“i didn’t know i was grumpy. how do you put up with me?” you ask, feeling embarrassed at your unknown behaviour.

lando lets the confusion deepen on his face. “how do i- how do i put up with you? i don’t put up with you, baby. you’re my girlfriend.” he says like it’s obvious.

“i do support you. i did want to be there today.” you feel the need to prove yourself to him. to prove carlos wrong.

“i know, you were so excited.” he replies, with a faint smile.

“your friends think i’m grumpy and unsupportive” you tell him, not wanting to expose his friends but feeling hurt by his words. lando looks upset at your words.

“who? who said that? i know you wanted to be there today, baby. just because other people don’t see you the way i do doesn’t mean you aren’t supportive.” lando slowly makes his way towards you, his hands slowly making their way up your arms.

it was weird seeing anything different to your usual expression on your face but he couldn’t help but feel he peeled back a layer of you. it made it him feel happy for a second. his eyes bore into yours, making you feel intimidated.

“i like knowing things about you no one else does. i like knowing how you’re feeling just by looking at you, who cares if everyone else thinks you are grumpy. just makes you my grumpy girl, doesn’t it?” he smiles, trying to cheer you up a little.

a smile graces your lips. mission acomplished, he thinks. he lets his hands gently hold the sides of your face as he lets himself take in your face, looking at it like he’ll never get the chance again. you feel your breath hitch as he moves closer.

lando smiled at the sound before he lets his lips press against you. it wasn’t rushed, it wasn’t passionate. it was reassuring. it told you everything was okay. he pulls away before you would like. you chase his lips as he laughs.

“you’re cute,” he says. “what do you say to an early night?”. you nod, the busy day and the unusual mix of emotions, exhausted you.

you both get unready next to each other, doing your nightly routines in sync. lando trying to make you laugh as you both brush your teeth in front of the bathroom mirror.

once you lay in the bed, wrapped up in him his words finally sink in. as long as you are both secure in your relationship, what does it matter if people think you’re grumpy. you’d never smile again if it meant lando would love you for the rest of your life.

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l's radio: if this is bad pretend i didn't post it i cba to proof read, i'm too tired from getting up at 6 for the gp today :(

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foreveralbon · 4 months

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“table for two” - op81

pairing: oscar piastri x reader

in which a stranger finds him all alone at a table meant for two

word count: 1.7k

content warnings: swearing

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oscar could have sworn he had the day right. january 26, 2024. australia day. he was pretty damn sure they’d agreed on australia day, and judging by the loud shouts of aussies in the harbour, and obnoxious australian-flag themed clothing, mixed in with the smell of fresh sausage, it was exactly that.

so where is she?

he checks his phone for what is probably the fiftieth time in fifteen minutes and tries to make himself unnoticeable, desperate to avoid the pitiful gaze of the waitress, who somehow just knows he’s this close to being stood up.

he fires another few messages to her, before taking a few sips of his coffee to appear as normal. his eyes flick to the door of the café every few minutes, praying that she’s the next person to walk in.

to becca

Hey, I’m getting worried

Seriously

Where are you?

from becca

I’m stuck in traffic

give me 20

and though her response is meant to reassure him, it just confirms what he’s been worried about: she’s not coming.

he wonders briefly, when does often become too often? when does someone finally decide that they’ve had enough of looking at an empty chair opposite them, the one that’s meant to be filled by the person they care most about? he glimpses the pink bouquet of flowers beside him, the ones he had the florist handpicked especially for her. he tries to imagine them in her arms as she smiles graciously at him.

he used to see the image perfectly. in fact, he could see them in the future as a lot more. but now, for some reason, as much as he wants to picture it, he can’t.

his thumb hovers over her contact to call her before swiping out of the app, then back again. he does this a few more times and he knows he looks pathetic to anyone who might’ve realised what he’s been doing.

“fuck, i’m such a loser.” he whispers lowly to himself, groaning, hanging his head in his palms.

“hi.”

oscar jerks up when you tap his shoulder, and sees you standing awkwardly at his table, bag slung over one shoulder, coffee in hand. “hey.”

you point to the empty chair in front of him. “i’m so sorry to bother you, but is anyone sitting there?”

“uh, no.”

“do you mind if i sit?”

“uhh…” actually, i’m waiting for someone. the words linger at the tip of his tongue, half so he could convince himself she’s still coming, half so that he can be alone. but his manners and logic get the best of him, so he just smiles tightly. “nah yeah, go ahead.”

“thank you so much.” you drop your bag at the floor by your feet, before slipping into the chair. “it’s so hectic out today.”

“it is,” he responds politely, and you quickly sense that he doesn’t want to talk, so when he turns his attention back to his phone, you do the same.

he can feel your stare though, and he tries to brush it off by sending her another message.

to becca

If you’re not coming soon, I’m leaving

from becca

soon Osc, i told you i’m in traffic

but he knows her too well, just knows that she’s out somewhere, halfway across the city. out somewhere with someone else, most likely.

“hey-”

you’re giving him an expectant look when he meets your gaze. “yeah?”

“if you want, i can stalk her for you,” you shrug.

“what?”

“you know, online stalk her? find out where she is?”

he doesn’t believe what you’re saying. “are you bullshitting me?”

“maybe.” you take a sip of your coffee before stating simply, “you’ve been stood up, haven’t you?”

he rears back, as though moving away would stop you from guessing correctly. “yes. how’d you know?”

“a guy sitting alone at a table for two with a bouquet of flowers who probably hasn’t taken his eyes off his phone since he got here. you’d have left ages ago if you were just getting coffee, but you’re still here. so i’m assuming you’ve been stood up.” you finish off plainly with another sip of your coffee, leaning back as if giving him the floor to talk.

he just blinks at you slowly, both shocked and impressed at the accuracy of what you’d said. “that’s… right. i’m sorry, but stalking?”

“it got your attention, didn’t it? you wanna tell me about it? sometimes it’s nice venting to a stranger.” you offer.

and maybe it’s the way that you both rolled so seamlessly into the conversation - almost as if you were friends - that he finds himself admitting his situation.

“it’s not the first this has happened. she’s a situationship. a friend of a friend. we were, fucking, to put it simply, but i guess i wanted more? and i was planning to tell her how i felt today. i was going to give her flowers now, we would eat, and then walk along the boardwalk. i wanted to tell her there and…” his face flushes a deep red, “hopefully kiss her when the fireworks go off.”

you let out an aww. “like a not-new year’s eve kiss? that’s so cute.” and then your tone turns serious. “she’s a real bitch for that, though. you seem like a nice guy, no one deserves that.”

his face reddens more at your compliment, scratching the back of his neck as he denies it. “it’s not her fault if she doesn’t feel the same way.”

he doesn’t like the look of pity on your face, the way your brows furrow in concern. he doesn’t know why - he brushes the feeling off as discomfort over seeing someone else worry over him - but he’d much prefer to see you happier, to see the cheeky smile you’d been giving him the whole conversation.

“i can leave if you’re still hoping she’ll rock up,” you say softly.

your offer, your kindness, surprises him. how is it that a stranger can show more empathy to him than a girl who he’s spent endless nights with? how is it that you, a girl he’s just met, cares more about him than a girl who’s known him for months?

he startles himself when he tells you to stay. when you relax back into your chair, the now-familiar smile settles on your face, and just the sight of that has him feeling more at ease, less stressed than he had been moments ago.

the peace doesn’t last long though, disturbed when a message from a friend pops up on his phone.

Hey, just letting you know, becca’s here at the bbq at my house. I know you guys planned something so I thought I’d lyk

he’s not prepared for what he sees when he opens up the photo attached to the message: a photo of her pressed up against another man’s body, drink in one hand, the other pressed up against his chest.

he should’ve seen it coming - he did, he’d called it - but that doesn’t make it hurt any less.

he can’t help but think how stupid he was to hope something could happen between them, something more than sex. he wonders what went wrong. did he treat her wrong? was he too late? was she in love with someone else while fucking him too?

you notice the way his face falls almost immediately, can see the way it clouds over with uncertainty. “hey.” you reach out to take his phone, assuming it’s the cause for his mood change and slip your hand into his now empty one in an attempt to ground him. “hey. look at me.”

you never would’ve expected the sadness in his eyes when he does, and in that moment, you’re determined to make his day better.

“come on.” you stand up, picking your bag up off the floor. you take both your coffee cups and tuck the flowers under your arm before trying to drag oscar up.

“what are you doing?”

“you’ve had a shit day, and i’m going to help make it better,” you say simply.

he frowns at you. “i don’t even know who you are.”

“hi, my name is y/n and i’m going to make the rest of your day a great day.”

your bluntness cracks a smile out of him and he finds himself standing up beside you. “hi y/n. i’m oscar.”

that tiny exchange is more than enough to convince oscar to walk out of the café by your side, and you spend the rest of your evening letting him show you around sydney.

i’m not actually from here, he admits sheepishly an hour into your journey and you just laugh. “that’s okay. all the more surprises for us to find.”

he takes photos of you in front of the harbour bridge and the opera house, where you hide your face behind the flowers in some and smile sweetly at oscar in others, and you snap candid shots of him as you walk.

eventually, you make your way from the quay to darling harbour where the australia day fireworks take place. the sun’s began to set when you find a spot on the boardwalk and oscar leaves you to buy you both ice cream with a quick promise of, “please, don’t go anywhere”.

he finds himself holding becca’s flowers - or rather, your flowers now - while he’s separated from you, but he’s less than bothered by it because well, it’s for you.

and then he smiles to himself as he realises: what started as a shitty day because of becca, becomes the happiest evening because of you.

you don’t question his lightened mood when he comes back, just sit silently with your head on his shoulder as you wait for the fireworks to start and his heart warms at the small symbol of affection.

but it’s when you give that smile, ice cream in one hand, the other held tightly in his, just as the fireworks go off, that he decides that it’s you he’s going to kiss under every firework for the rest of his life.

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author’s note: is it australia day? nope. did i just want to add in fireworks? yep.

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i9messi · 10 months

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Speak Now — Max Verstappen

You're Max’s best friend. When he announces he's gonna get married you can't believe it. Is it too late and inopportune to let him know you're in love with him?

Word count — 1,8k

a/n: happy ending!!

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"I'm going to get married. She said yes."

The call seemed to end abruptly, but you knew very well that Max was on the other side of the line, waiting for your answer. A bittersweet taste had settled in your mouth and tears began to build up in your eyes, all as you thought of what response to give. A best friend would be happy for him, a best friend would just want to see him fulfill his dreams. However, things were complicated. You felt sad, broken and submerged in deep pain.

In your stupidest dreams, you’d hoped Max would finally notice you. You’d been there, you’d listened to him and advised him every time he fought with his girlfriend. You pretended to be happy when you saw them coming back. Max had gotten so used to your presence that you had become invisible to his eyes. You were just a friend to him.

In part, it was no surprise that Max had proposed to his partner. You had assumed that sooner or later the relationship was going to become much stronger. Still, you didn’t expect to do it so soon.

"Are you there?"

"Oh, yes, Max. I’m sorry." You swallowed saliva. "I’m happy for you."

When you closed your eyes, it didn’t seem right. Max didn’t have to marry her. It wasn’t the way it should have been.

Seven months later and after much anxiety on your part, it was finally the wedding day. You had hesitated to go, mainly because your invitation had rarely never arrived. Max wasn’t aware of the way the bride had excluded you, and you hadn’t told him either. Daniel was the one who insisted multiple times on going together. In his company you had reached the beautiful place where Max was going to get married, and your eyes connected with the rest of the guests. The bride’s family were dressed in pastel.

"When the priest says speak now or forever hold your peace you have to appear abruptly and say that he is your man. Wave me down a little early so I can get my cell phone and record it." Danny joked, although it wasn’t really being a total joke, a small part of him expected the ceremony to be canceled. You denied with your head.

"I’ll behave myself, it’s Max’s day."

Daniel let out a sigh.

"I’ll go get alcohol, we need it a lot."

As the Australian disappeared from your sight, you were left alone, looking everywhere. You could feel curious looks on you. Some of the bride’s friends looked at you with raised eyebrows, while whispering among them. Barely five minutes passed, when two of them decided to come over to talk to you.

"I didn’t know you were invited," said the first.

"If I remember correctly, the bride didn’t invite you."

To save you, Daniel returned to your side, with two glasses of some liquid. The girls came back with their friends' group and your friend offered you a drink.

"You need it more than I do."

You hadn’t seen Max yet and you wanted to cry. So you got the drink and tasted the alcohol in your lips. You were just gonna have a drink, you didn’t want to be a sad drunk that day. You’d save the tears for later, when you were in the privacy of your home.

"Why do I feel like I’m being practically kicked out of here? I know I wasn’t invited, but I don’t have to be treated like I broke in either."

"The thing is, it’s painful to see the person you love marry someone else. It’s obvious how you feel about Max and nobody expected you to actually decide to come here."

"He’s my best friend, as much as it hurts, I want to see him happy."

"Even when he's happy with someone else?"

You nodded, "Even to someone other than me."

Daniel Ricciardo shook his head, "I’m told Max is nervous. I think it would do him good to talk to you. You’re the only one who knows how to calm him when he’s like this."

After a bad race, you were always there to have a conversation with him. Max Verstappen was a self-confident person, but he also got easily mad when things didn’t go the way he had planned. There was a lot of pressure on him to do his best. Even when you weren’t in the same country as him, one phone call from you was enough to get him in a better mood.

You nodded and went to where Max was supposedly to be. You knocked on the door and took a breath, that’s when you heard his voice saying you could pass. The vision completely shattered you. Max was wearing a black suit, one that fit him perfectly. He was even more beautiful than usual, he was the perfect groom. It was just a few minutes before he went out and tied himself up for the rest of his life with another woman. Realization caused you a new wound in your heart.

"Max."

"Here you are, lieverd. I’ve been looking for you for hours."

He came practically running to your side and melted you into a hug. Having him around and at the same time so far away, you ended up breaking. You started shaking and crying in his arms, it was impossible to hold him much longer. Max finally heard your sobs and noticed your tremor, his concern grew.

"What's wrong?"

When you didn’t answer, he took you by the face and your eyes met.

"Tell me, what's wrong?"

It was too late. You couldn’t say you loved him, it was his wedding. You wanted to oppose it, you wanted to yell at the priest that they couldn’t get married. That Max was marrying the wrong girl. Yet you couldn’t do it. You loved him enough to want him to be happy.

You shook your head, "I’m sorry, Max. I have to go, I just... I hope you're happy."

"Wait!"

You ignored him and ran as fast as you could, away from him. You found an empty room and with the curtains closed, the atmosphere of the room seemed dull and melancholy. You knelt on the floor and allowed yourself to cry. It didn’t matter anymore, the person you loved the most in your life was going to marry someone else. After months of waiting, Max was going to say yes in a few minutes.

"Lieverd."

"Don’t call me that."

You didn’t know when he had gotten to where you were. Not caring about the dust in the room, he knelt on the floor next to you. His suit was going to be ruined because of you.

"What’s wrong with you? Why are you running? Why are you crying?"

You looked at him, "Don’t tell me you don’t know, Max. Everybody knows."

"Knows what?"

"I’m in love with you and it hurts so much."

Max was puzzled by your statement. Hell, you thought, why did you have to talk? Couldn’t you have waited, or at least shut up for the rest of your life?

"Look, I know I’m being selfish and it wasn’t the way this day was supposed to be. It’s your day, it’s your wedding and you just have to be focused on your wife-to-be."

"Are you in love with me?"

"Max..."

"Answer."

Max held his breath and so did you. There was no room for lies.

"Yes, I am. I have loved you for years."

"And why didn’t you ever tell me?"

"Because I know you don’t feel the same way, and I understand. But I don’t want to lose you as a friend, and I certainly didn’t want you looking at me like you are now." you closed your eyes and opened them again, Max was looking at you with those eyes that you had fallen in love with. "It doesn’t matter anymore, it doesn’t change anything. Nothing’s gonna change, telling you just made everything worse."

"Since when do you feel this?”

"Max..." his gaze let you know that he needed you to answer his question. "I’ve loved you since we met, and I think the most tragic part about this is that I don’t think I can stop even if I wanted to."

There was a prolonged silence. You let out a sigh, you had ruined everything.

"I’m sorry, Max. I’m sorry for everything, I’ll leave and you’ll never see me again."

Max stopped you before you could get up, his hand held yours in a strong grip. You could feel the warmth of his hand and you could almost hear your own heartbeat.

"No, don’t go away."

"Max."

"What makes you think I don’t feel the same way about you? What makes you think I’m happily marrying her?

"You’re not happy? I don’t understand... it’s your marriage, you and her—"

"Stop, listen to me. I know that I was supposed to marry her, I’ve thought several times about what was supposed to be best for me. I thought I loved her and she was the one... but I can’t stop thinking about you. Funny, isn’t it? Because while I’m thinking about you, she doesn’t even occupy even a fraction of my mind. While I have been waiting in that room, I have thought of everything."

"I know now she’s not the woman I want to marry, that’s you. It’s always been you. And now that you’re saying this, that you’re in love with me- I can’t know that the woman I’m in love with also feels the same way about me, and that with my decision I’m breaking her heart."

You couldn’t understand anything that was going on. It almost seemed like a dream, finally someone seemed to hear your prayers.

"But you’re going to marry her, she’s waiting for you. The guests..."

"I don’t care about anyone, I only care about you. I love you. Only you."

You smiled, "Max, are you sure?"

"I am."

And saying that, he grabbed your cheeks and kissed you. It was the first kiss, his lips felt exactly as you had dreamed. It was a sweet and desperate kiss, two lovers who despite the tragic events they had experienced, finally let their hearts be heard. You couldn’t believe it, Max felt the same. You grabbed him harder, never wanting him to separate from you. You wanted the moment to last a lifetime, because you had never been happier. When you walked away, you smiled at him and his eyes shone.

"I love you, Lieverd."

Just a couple of minutes later, Daniel helped the two of you escape from the horrified looks from everyone in the room.

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pixiesfz · 4 months

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Your SK ficcc 🥹🫶 please write more for Sam

wish is my command (reminder to everyone to send in request to the inbox I don’t judge for anything and I’ll most likely write it)

tattoo artist s.k

plot: Sam goes with Millie to watch her get a tattoo and finds the tattoo artist extremely attractive, she forgets to ask for your number so instead comes back the next week to get a tattoo herself.

warning: none really I guess (I was tempted to turn this into smut but it would only work if Sam was the bottom and I can not imagine that)

Millie was a frequent visitor to your shop, you were the magical artist who used her arm as a canvas after all.

She came in as usual, sometimes bringing a friend who was usually her boyfriend but when she came in with a friend behind her you smiled.

“Hi I’m y/n” you introduced yourself and the girl looked up.

Sam stopped for a second as she saw the girl in front of her, thankfully she hadn’t taken of her sunglasses yet so you couldn’t see how wide her eyes had opened.

When Millie said that she would like her tattoo artist she thought it would be a funny guy in his 30’s that probably had too many muscles to count.

She was not expecting you.

You with your shiny hair and surprisingly not tatted body which seemed to be glowing u der the harsh light behind you.

“I uh I- Sam” she stuttered and Millie turned her face away in embarrassment “I thought I recognised you Sam Kerr right?” You asked as you pulled out the chair for Millie to sit in “yeah” Sam said as she finally took her glasses of her face and onto her head.

“Our leading Striker” Millie added in as she winked to Sam when you turned around as Sam looked at her in bewilderment.

“So I hear” you smirked and Millie sat down “we here to finally finish this beauty?” You asked Millie who smiled “of course we are” she said and got comfy.

“Sam there’s a seat there if you’d like?” You told the girl who nodded “actually is there a toilet anywhere?” She asked and you nodded “just out the back on the left” you explained and she nodded and walked off.

When she went out of earshot you turned to Millie “Millie!” You whisper shouted “I told you that you would like her”

“And she’s Australian that’s like 1000+ points in my book” you gasped “if you want I can fall asleep in the chair so you can talk to her more” Millie offered and you rolled your eyes “nonsense” you said and then looked to wear the girl had gone “actually maybe”.

You had started tattooing Millie as she talked about her recent engagement when Sam walked back in “Sammy!” Millie cheered in her spot “does it not hurt?” She asked her friend with a smirk which you stopped to look at “you insinuating that I hurt my clients Kerr?” You asked and she blinked her eyes

“No I would never I was just-“ “I’m pulling your leg Sam you’re fine” you laughed and she sat down “ok” she muttered and you smiled.

She was very cute.

From her back pony tail, to her nicely designed shirt and shorts.

She caught you staring for a second before she cheekily pointed at Millie’s arm “can I tattoo something on you Mills?” She asked and Millie glared at the girl “lay a finger on me and I will break you” she warned and you and Sam looked at each other and laughed.

“Alrighty then, I need to focus” you said as you all three talked about soccer, then Sam asked if you had any partners “unfortunately not, most women don’t like when their girlfriends have to work night shifts” you admitted and Sam straightened her back.

You liked girls.

“I get that, most girls don’t like dating someone who has to travel a lot” she agreed and you smiled.

Sam liked girls.

By this stage Millie has miraculously fallen asleep and you pulled Sam’s wheel chair she was sitting on over.

“Watch this” you said as you went back to work on Millie’s arm, Sam watched as the ink stained into Millie’s skin, changing the colour of the skin that was still there.

“It’s cool isn’t it?” You asked and turned to her, only to find her already looking at you “yeah really cool” she hummed and you smiled “I only have a little bit to go so you can stay here and wake the devil up when I’m finished” you smirked and Sam laughed “okay”.

You finished up on Millie and on their way out, you and Sam kept on exchanging looks and Millie smirked, proud of herself.

“So we’ll probably see you next week? Sam asked and you crossed your head “unfortunately Millie’s arms all done so unless any of you want a tattoo you guys are free of me” you explained “oh” was all Sam said as she looked at the floor.

When they left you turned to see your co-worker who shrugged.

“If it makes you feel any better, If I was a girl and also into women I would have given you my number”

“Thankyou Terry”.

Millie explained the story to the team at the next training as they all turned to Sam.

“Are you mentally ill” Erin started off and Millie laughed “No seriously when we got into the car Sam had realised what she hadn’t done and freaked out on me”

“Guys can we not talk about this” Sam groaned and Niamh and Jessie both crossed their heads “no way” the England player started and Jessie looked at her “Why don’t you just go back to the shop?” She asked and Sam looked up “That’s actually a really good idea”

“Wait seriously none of you guys thought about that yet?” Jessie asked as Millie, Erin and Sam all crossed their heads.

Jessie looked at her team mates win worry as she looked at Niamh who shared her expression “oh my god”.

So that’s how Sam ended up I front of your shop at 10 pm with a choppy photo of a cool bird she saw once at a walk.

“Hey Kerr” you smiled as you opened the door for her to come in “hey y/n” she said and walked in “what gives me the pleasure” you joked and Sam smiled “I would like to get a tattoo” she explained and you nodded your head “I will say when someone comes to me with stupid tattoo ideas I turn them away so what you got?” You asked as you patted the chair.

Sam looked at you as you sorted out your inks, you wore a cropped T-shirt singlet and dark jeans but your apron covered the front half of your toned stomach which she was dying to see.

“Just something small on my wrist, just a bird” she shrugged and you nodded “any meaning?” You asked softly and Sam crossed her head “just something I like”.

You ignored Sam’s stares as you started the tattoo “what made you realise you want to get another tattoo?” You asked and Sam smirked “well you see my friend got one the other day by this really gorgeous lady”

You smirked at the girl who sat next to you “well this sounds interesting” you said as you went back to the almost finished tattoo.

“Yeah well I was like being really stupid and forgot to ask for her number” Sam dragged on and you smiled “I bet she really wanted that number” you said and Sam smiled.

“Can I have your number?”

“But what about the tattoo girl?” You asked with a fake gasp and Sam rolled her eyes.

“Yes I will gladly have your number Sam”.

#sam kerr x reader #sam kerr #woso #woso community #woso soccer #barclays wsl #chelsea wfc

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sunshine-theseus · 19 days

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warning: heartbreak high season2 spoilers

i thought while i'm making my comeback i'll talk about a bunch of different shit like chelsea games and the way sharn freier is literally a star girl and now she's not my team's secret anymore.

BUT the 2nd season of Heartbreak High (if you are or aren't australian, please watch it. it's so good. it's on netflix) came out yesterday and i've already finished it and i have so many thoughts.

first off how the fuck did rowan manage to bag malakai and amery of all people. i'm sorry but this motherfucker rocks up in term 2, a new kid, dressed like dean winchester with the hair of sam winchester and 2 of the hottest people at Hartley, who were a couple mind you, fall in love with him. i have to congratulate the writers on actually understanding what a love triangle is though; instead of making it a love... line? also i took a complete stab in the dark about him hallucinating his brother not long into watching it and i was right :D

BI MALAKAI YOU WILL CATCH ME SOBBING IN THE CORNER I LOVE HIM SO MUCH

this may be hot take, but i can't stand the way darren can't take accountability for their actions. they absolutely came for quinni's throat when she expressed her feelings and told her that the world can't revolve around her and accommodate all her needs... the world can't always accommodate quinni... a queer, autistic woman... and then they don't even actually apologise for what they said to her? and then they seek out an old hook up to have sex when cash comes back from the last "mission" with chook. should cash have done it without telling them? no. was it the right thing to do? no. but going to hook up with someone WHEN YOU'RE STILL IN A RELATIONSHIP?? and then calling it drama?? fucking wild idk

i don't know how i feel about the spider redemption arc they tried to do, but fucking hell did voss piss me the fuck off. dude shut the fuck up, if you want to be taken seriously maybe don't wear a lycra body suit to work. i can't be mad about spider trying to be a better person but i don't like that they made him take a fucking huge jump back when missy said it wasn't going to work, or that the reason he was like that was because he had a hyper-feminist mum. she was horrendous trying to use missy to try and "fix him" and missy ate calling that artwork out for being fake. speaking of, missy is so strong minded, why the fuck did they make her fold for sasha's "people like him can't change" spiel, didn't even think, instantly agreed. sasha was so annoying

i kind of wish harper didn't drop the case, but i think it was something that took a lot of courage. the way woodsy taught her to drive and was so excited when she passed the test - tears were shed. i like harper and ant together i think? but i kind of wish they let it play out longer (this is me assuming there will be a third season)

uhh i can't think of much else, feel free to add.

#heartbreak high #hartley high #malakai mitchell #amerie wadia #woso

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heesbabygurl · 5 months

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It Was Just A bet.

Synopsis: Discovering the truth that your one-year relationship with Jay was nothing but a bet, you take matters into your own hands and decide to seek revenge.

Genre: angst.

Pairing: Jay x Fem!reader

Warnings: one curse word, Jay(accidentally) fell in love, Revenge, heartbreak, lovers to exes, betting on someone's feelings.

A/N: hope you enjoy It, and again It isn't what I intended to be but I think its still 'aight so yah! Love y'all❤💘

"Oh, come on! It's gonna be fun," Jay huffed out a sigh of annoyance, "If I say yes will you leave me alone?" The Australian boy nodded enthusiastically.

"Okay, then I'll do It." Jake was over the moon, as he started doing some silly dance, "I don't know why are you so persistent about it anyway, like what do we get from It?"

"An year of good laugh." He answered simply, Jay muttering a quiet 'weirdo' as he left the room.

Jay did really ask you out after being your 'friend' for a few months, he thought it would be as easy as it seemed, but oh boy, he was wrong.

There was nothing to dislike about you, he liked everything about you, starting from your great personality to your pretty face, and soothing voice, he just couldn't stop himself from liking you, and their bet simply couldn't work.

He fell for you, he just felt relaxed and comfortable around you. He sometimes thought about what would you do If you found out about the bet, but he decided to leave it for the future and enjoy the time he still had with you.

However, Jay a typical 'I only care about my reputation, even if it hurts me and people around me' guy, he still followed through with the bet.

You were happily skipping towards the boy's locker room as Jay asked you to meet him there, you were almost at the door when you heard a conversation coming from the inside.

"So? When are you gonna tell her?"

You didn't mean to eavesdrop or anything but, hearing your boyfriend's voice made you interested about the conversation going on inside, so listening a little wouldn't hurt, right?

"I don't know probably tonight?" You heard Jay huff out, "I still don't know If I'm gonna tell her at all, I don't wanna her hurt her."

"I know, but you gotta tell her, It's been a year already." You heard Jake mumble, "You gotta tell her your relationship with her was just a bet."

"Whose Idea was It huh?" Jay snapped.

Right at that second your heart stopped. A bet? Your relationship? You were gonna burst in to confront him, but then you got an amazing idea.

You: sorry couldn't come to the locker room, I had to leave to go home, something came up.

Jay❤: okay, baby, is everything fine?

You: yeah, It's brilliant actually. I have a surprise for you!!

Jay: Baby, what did I tell you about spending money on me??

You: It's nothing big, can you just come to the location I'll send you right now at 8 p.m.

Jay: yes, I can. See you at 8 p.m. then?

You: yeah, love you!

Jay: love you more❤

"Is everything ready?" You called out to your best friends, as you were doing last-minute preparations for your plan.

"Yes! Everything is great!" Your best friend Aeri called out as she sat down at the table right across from you with your other two friends Shuhua and Minnie.

"You sure?" You asked again, "Yes! Yes! And Yes! Don't worry we're gonna kick his sorry butt!" Shuhua said enthusiastically.

Your phone pinged , and you glanced at it to find a message from Jay that read, "Baby, I'm here."

"Okay, he's here get ready, I can't wait to see his face." You smirked as you took your seat at the table.

Right at that moment Jay walked in, dressed in a black suit. Hmm, not bad. You thought.

"Hey, baby." He immediately spotted you and walked over, "you look really pretty." He said as he leaned in to kiss you and take his seat.

"You look really handsome too." He grinned, oh you couldn't wait to rip that grin off of his face.

"So, what is the surprise you told me about?" He went straight to the point.

"You'll have to wait and see." You smirked as you saw his excited face, oh you're not going to be that excited when you'll see the surprise.

After an hour of you two talking and Jay cracking some lame jokes you didn't find funny anymore, It was finally the time.

"Miss, here's the cake, you ordered." The waitress came and placed the cake on the table, jay looked at you confused.

"A cake for wha-" He abruptly stopped mid-sentence as his gaze fell upon the cake. The words inscribed on it read 'you've been dumped'.

"Happy 364-day anniversary love! Do you like the surprise?" You smiled so brightly it almost looked sickening.

"Wha-What do you mean by dumped?" He looked as confused as ever.

"What I mean by that Is that you've been fucking dumped, park jongseong." You stood up.

"B-but why?" You let out a loud laugh.

"Because It was a bet." Now he looked very, very confused.

"A bet? What do you mean by bet?" He also stood up, looking helpless.

"It was a bet me and my friends made a year ago, that If I could get you, football captain, to be my boyfriend, they would give me a 1000$. A 1000$ can you believe It? That's so much money." You smiled mockingly as you took a few steps back, "You just aren't fun anymore, and It's already been a year so It's time you girls pay me right?" You turned around, looking at your girls as they walked up with money in their hands.

"That was hilarious!" Minnie said as she came up behind you to wrap her hands around your waist.

"So shall we get going," you told them as they nodded, you picked up your bag and turned to leave but before doing so you spun around and looked at Jay slowly walking up to him, and stopping when you were right in front of him.

"It was a fun year really, don't break your heart." You quickly rose on your toes giving him a quick peck on the lips, " Hope you enjoyed It as much as I did." And with that you finally left, leaving Jay standing there, puzzled, he couldn't speak, call out your name or anything. He was just glued to his spot as he watched you leave.

As he watched his first love leave.

Karma?

#park jongseong #park jay #jay #jay x reader #enhypen #enhypen x reader #enhypen angst #enhypen x female reader #angst #jay angst

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gay-wh0re-slut · 6 months

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Hi! Angsty request, please?

Reader has feelings for Rhea for a long time, but never mentioned it because she didn’t want to ruin their friendship and make it awkward at work. She also never thought they had a chance together so she kept it to herself. At some point she’s starting to have a crush on someone else, starting going out with that person and is finally ready to move on, but somehow Rhea finds out about reader’s feelings from before and gets sad and frustrated, because it was mutual, Rhea just kept it to herself too. It’s becomes too much for Rhea to see the reader happy with someone else, kissing them, hugging them when it could have been her if both weren’t such chickens, so she distances herself and when reader confronts her Rhea explodes.

No need for smutty ending, but lots of fluff? After the lots of angst 🥲

ooooo this is a good one!! i can already tell that this might be a long one so buckle up buttercup hahaha

after writing: okay so it wasn’t that long but i hope i did it justice

Too Late

rhea x fem!reader

content: angst with a side of angst and fluff for dessert :)

Clocking into work was getting easier and easier. It was your dream to work for WWE and you finally got it. You haven’t worked here for long but long enough to know who you liked and didn’t like. Out of everyone you liked Rhea Ripley the most. Though she was a big scary heel on screen, she was the biggest sweetheart when the cameras weren’t rolling. She would always make sure you were doing well and sometimes bring you random snacks throughout the day because she knew that you wouldn’t eat unless told to because you were always so busy.

“Please take the damn offer,” she would say.

“Fine, fine,” you’d snatch it jokingly, “but I can feed myself,” but you loved when she would take care of you.

You two were pretty close, when you had the time, neither of you would be seen without the other, the two of you were inseparable. You had multiple inside jokes and the other members of the judgment day would join in on them too. Often they would ask you where Rhea was before anyone else, and you always knew the answer.

In the past few months though, you’ve realized that you were actually in love with the australian. You refused to tell her because it never seemed that she was into you. You for sure didn’t tell anyone either, especially Dom, they were closer than you would ever be with Rhea.

So you carried on, trying to push down the feelings as long as possible. One day, an old fling texted you asking how you were and the casual small talk.

“Who’s got you smiling like that? Obviously not me,” Rhea asked.

You immediately got embarrassed, “an old friend,” you simply say.

“Yeah?” she peaked over at your phone and you quickly moved it away, “looks more like an old friend to me.”

“We used to…mess around. She just wanted to see how I was doing, we haven’t talked in over two years,” you weren’t lying but talking to this old fling made you realize you never got over them fully.

“Mmm,” was all she said.

“What? You jealous?” you laugh.

“No,” she lied, “just thought I was the only one that made you smile like that,” she joked.

“Shut up,” you fake punched her arm, “I smile at a lot of things.”

The old fling and you texted for a few weeks before you decided to go on a ‘second first date’. It went pretty well, to be honest and you scheduled another one…and another one…and another one. Eventually, you were hanging out every night, reminiscing about old times, which made you realize that maybe she was the right person, wrong time.

Rhea on the other hand was becoming very jealous.

“Where is she?” she asked Damian.

“I’m not sure, I thought you would know,” he shrugged. “Is she not with her girlfriend?”

“Girlfriend?!”

“She didn’t tell you?” he was surprised because he knew how close you two were or used to be.

“No,” she growled.

“She seems happy though,” he rubbed her back for comfort.

“She would’ve been happier with me,” her voice became small.

“What?” his eyes were wide, “What’s that supposed to mean, hermana?”

“I loved her,” tears were forming in her eyes.

“Hey, hey,” he pulled her in to hug her tightly, “You gotta tell her before it becomes too serious.”

Enough time has passed so you thought it was time to bring your new girlfriend to work and meet all your coworkers. You introduced her to many people but you wanted her to meet Rhea especially, she was your best friend after all.

“Rhea! This is my girlfriend!” you were holding hands, “I actually think you two would get along pretty well, you have similar personalities,” you laughed.

“Hey,” she said in a monotoned voice, “nice to meet you.”

“Right…well,” you turned to your girlfriend, “why don’t you get us some lunch and we can talk more then, yeah?”

“Sure, baby,” your girlfriend kissed you, “see you later Rhea,” she waved as she walked away.

Rhea gave her a weak smile.

“What was that about?” you crossed your arms at her.

“What?” Rhea obviously did not look happy.

“You don’t approve?”

“No, I do,” she looked down at the floor shuffling her feet, “just tired today is all.”

You could tell she was lying but you didn’t want to push it. Squinting at her trying to figure out what she was really feeling, “okay, well get some rest then, do you want her to get you some food?”

“Oh no, I’m good, thanks.”

You were getting annoyed very quickly at her lack of enthusiasm. Why couldn’t she be happy for you, you thought. “I’ll see you later then,” your voice was a little stern.

“Yeah,” and she walked off.

You scoffed. What is going on?

Weeks passed and you’ve barely spoken to the wrestler and it was eating you alive. You couldn’t think of a reason why she wouldn’t want to talk to you. You’ve reached out multiple times and have either gotten short answers or nothing at all.

“It’ll be okay, baby, just ask her about it tomorrow,” your girlfriend said caressing your arm. The two of you were sat on your couch watching a movie.

“I hope so, she’s my… best friend,” you leaned into her touch. Only then did you remember that you wanted her to be more than friends, and a small part of you still did. You thought about how your girlfriend and Rhea actually did have similar if not identical, personalities and that she was just a fill in for the real thing. You couldn’t help feeling guilty about the whole situation, using your girlfriend to fill the Rhea sized void in your heart. It ached, and you realized nothing will be the same.

She reached her hand to your chin and turned you towards her, “It will be,” as she kissed you gently, but now, as if a flip was switched, you felt nothing for her and everything for the goth wrestler who seemed to have left you in the dark.

You could barely sleep that night. You tossed and turned thinking of all the things you could say to her. Should you just admit that all along you had feelings for her? Or should you ask about her avoiding you first? Or ask the judgment day what you should do because they know her too? You couldn’t decide, and it was killing you. You cried in frustration until you fell asleep.

The sun came up and blinded you awake. “God,” you grumbled shielding your eyes. You look at the time and it was earlier than you expected, “whatever,” as you get out of bed anyway.

After a short nights sleep you decide to text Damian about what you should do.

“Hey,” you started.

“Hola amiga, long time no talk,” he was always so fun to text.

“I have a question, pretty serious if that’s okay?”

“Shoot.”

“So I’ve realized that I actually have feelings for Rhea and I was wondering if there was a way that you could help? Rhea won’t talk to me,” you were shaking as you typed your secret.

“Well good news, mí amiga, she likes you too, but the only thing I could think to get her to talk to you would be to confront her in person. You know she’s a no nonsense woman,” you could feel that he was smiling at his phone.

“Why didn’t she ever tell me?!”

“She was afraid you wouldn’t feel the same,” he simply put.

“I felt the same way,” you sent first. His typing bubble came up but you sent another one first, “Will she be there today?”

The bubble went away for a few seconds then, “Yes,” was all he said.

“Thank you for your help.”

“Anytime,” he responded as you got your keys and went to the venue.

As the drive went on you got angrier and angrier. “Why didn’t she tell me?” you said to yourself. “Damn it Rhea,” you hit your hand on the steering wheel.

You whipped your car into a spot and sped walked inside, “Where’s Rhea?” you asked Finn who just happened to be at the door.

“In the locker room, love. Everything okay?” he looked concerned.

“Just peachy,” you lied as you whizzed past him.

You reached the locker room and took a deep breath before entering not wanting to set off that you were upset if other women were there. Unfortunately, there were, so you found the tattooed woman and asked her to meet you by your car, away from listening ears.

After five long minutes she finally walked out. She strutted her way to your car, “what’s wrong? You good?” she said as if nothing was wrong.

“Are you?” you shot back.

“Woah! What’s with the attitude?” she leaned her hand on your trunk with her other on her hip and her feet crossed.

You couldn’t wait any longer so you just blurted it out, “Why didn’t you tell me that you loved me?”

“I always did?” she scrunched her face, “I told you all the time.” Which was true, you told each other that whenever you could, but as best friends.

“That’s not what I meant and you know that,” you pointed before crossing your arms.

She sighed as she leaned her back on your car, now she was crossing her arms looking for something to say.

“Well?” you push.

“It doesn’t matter now, you’re with her,” she gestured outwards.

“Yes it does matter, it matters more than anything else right now.”

“Why?” she finally looked at you.

“Because!” you started but hesitated, “because I- it does!”

“That’s not an answer,” she was getting upset now.

“You haven’t talked to me for weeks and you’re acting like nothing is wrong,” you threw your hands up before slapping them down on your thighs.

“Nothing is wrong,” she said calmly, which you knew meant she was furious.

“Clearly something is, so tell me,” you leaned your shoulder on the unknown car beside you.

“Just drop it, it’s not worth our time,” she began to walk away.

You stopped her by stepping her front of her, “Don’t walk away from me. This is the most you’ve talked to me in what? a month? We have all day, I know your schedule by heart, you have nothing to do today except an interview at eight and it’s only twelve.”

Her tongue glided over her teeth inside her mouth, as she seethed with rage but tried to keep her cool, “I said drop it,” she looked down at you.

“You don’t scare me,” you squinted.

She exhaled loudly before stepping away from you pressing her thumb and pointer finger to the bridge of her nose, “Fuck it,” she said quietly, “Fuck it!” she yelled throwing her hands up in surrender. “You wanna know what’s wrong?”

“That’s why we’re here!”

“What’s wrong is that you got a pretty new girlfriend when I’ve been there for you through everything,” she yelled. “I made sure you were welcomed, I made sure you ate, I made sure you were safe, I facetimed you when you drove home so I knew you made it okay! Hell, I drove you home sometimes and picked you up! I told you allllll my secrets and troubles and you just up and leave me for someone else,” she finally took a breath.

You took the opportunity to intervene, “I didn’t leave you, you left me! You’re the one that stopped talking to me! And we weren’t together, you don’t have control over me and even if we were, you still don’t!”

“No, but I can worry! You spend all your time with what’s-her-name that you never have any left for me!” she pointed to herself.

“As if I haven’t tried to reach out? Multiple times I’ve tried to ask you to come over so you can get to know her and you either never respond or say no when I know you could’ve,” a lump in throat was starting to form.

“Because I couldn’t handle seeing you happy with someone else! Is that what you wanted to hear?” she finally admitted.

Your mouth dropped open, “Yes, actually, it is!”

“Fuck, (y/n)!” she turned away from you with her hands in fists sitting on her hips as she was looking at the sky. “I…” she calmed herself down and she turned back around, “I couldn’t stand looking at you being with someone else because it should’ve been me,” her voice sounded defeated.

“So why didn’t you tell me?” you reciprocated the tone.

“Because I didn’t know if you felt the same,” she sighed.

The lump in your throat was bigger than it was and tears were forcing their way out but you didn’t let them, “Well, I do.”

“I know.”

“You know? Who told you?” your face contorted.

“Damian,” the two of you said at the same time.

“Fucking Damian, bro,” you giggle.

“He was never good with secrets,” she laughed with you.

The laughter became louder and louder as it went on. Both of you realized how ridiculous this whole thing was which made you laugh even harder. Gravity pulled you down because you were stumbling around trying to keep yourself standing, while watching her lean on your car holding her stomach. The more you watched each other lose it, the more you laughed.

You finally calmed down enough to catch your breath, “We’re so stupid,” you wiped the tears, “how could we not tell that we-” you laughed again.

“I don’t know!” she shrugged and joined you again.

It wasn’t as much this time, but your stomach was sore and your face hurt from smiling so much, “Damn it, I gotta break up with her,” you finally said.

“If you really do love her, don’t do that,” she was sad that she said that but she needed to play devils advocate.

“No, I do, she was a replica, but she wasn’t you,” you admit.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“When I said you had similar personalities, I meant that she was exactly like you, it was kinda weird.”

“Well,” she scoffed, “she could never be me,” she flexed her arms.

“Oh my god, please,” you joked as you push her arms down but you loved the confidence she had, “But no, she couldn’t.”

Before you could walk away she grabbed you and pulled you in for a deep, tight hug. You easily fell into it, holding onto her for dear life. This is where you’re meant to be, you thought. You stayed like that for what felt like forever, but you didn’t mind. Sadly, she let go but left you with a kiss on the top of your head.

“Now I really have to break up with her because I want to kiss you so bad,” you said embarrassed.

“Call her,” she was serious.

“That’s awful, it needs to be in person,” you rebutted.

“Call her, or I’ll do it myself,” she held out her hand for you to give her your phone.

“Oh god no,” you pulled your hands away, “fine.”

“And put her on speaker.”

“That’s a definite no,” as you dialed the number.

It rang twice with Rhea staring at you waiting for her to answer.

“Hey, uhm so this is awkward but I’m breaking up with you…You figured?!” you looked at Rhea with confusion as she smiled wider, “So you knew that this wouldn’t last?” your crossed your arm, “Yeah okay, I’m sorry I lead you on…feel free to text me if you want to, totally understand if not,” you laughed nervously, “Yep…okay yeah, bye.”

“Well that was easy,” her smile was bright and her eyes were brighter.

You didn’t say another word as you grabbed her face and pulled her down for a kiss. The two of you sighed with relief as your lips continued to dance against hers. Nothing felt more normal, like you’ve been doing this forever and you couldn’t wait for more. Your hands roaming over her arms and waist as she cupped your jaw ever so gently.

“Hey guys!” you heard Dom say from a distance, “Ah! Oh, sorry…I’ll just uh…” he shielded his eyes before peeking through his fingers, “They ordered pizza,” he pointed his thumb to the door, “If you want some… no? Okay yeah, see you later,” as he went back inside.

You let go of her as soon as he started, rolling your eyes jokingly. The two of you laughed as your forehead’s touched, “We should probably-”

“Yeah, let’s go,” she held your hand and escorted you inside.

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just a girl

'everything.'

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[september]

addi couldn't tell you what happened last night, at least not from her memory. lucky for her, however, arthur was there. when she woke up in her hotel suite arthur had already placed a glass of liquid electrolyte on the bedside table. "good morning." he seemed to be in a fine mood, not overly happy or anything. he looks pretty tired actually.

"morning." she grumbled and shugged the drink down a little while she watches arthur clean up whatever mess was left behind. "why did we leave early?" she remembers some things, like her conversation with charles about the shrek movies and of course her rushed talk with daniel as he pushed her out. she didn't think she was ever over the top when she got drunk, she normally was a loving and talkative person when she was drunk.

she saw arthur scratch the back of his neck nervously before he sat at the end of her bed. he began to go into detail about the previous night. everything was fine and then one minute shit broke loose. the story seemed to get lost in translation at some point though. arthur said he had to ask other people what all went down, but almost everyone was drunk and could barely remember what they were drinking.

but what is known is that lando was probably the most drunk out of everyone. which felt odd, lando never really seemed to get plastered, at least not with her around. but according to arthur, he had way too much the previous night. addi had stuck around mainly the leclerc brothers and pierre, the only time she left their side is when she was getting drinks or someone else wanted to tell her a drunken story. when she had went to go get more drinks for pierre and herself, something went off in lando. he was raging according to her childhood friend. he was yelling, cussing people out, just not normal lando behavior. and then within a blink of an eye, he was going back and forth with pierre.

no one could really figure out what they were arguing about, a few of the drivers had said they mostly heard them just shit talking or saying addi’s name. but from the sounds of it the two of them weren’t even having the same argument to begin with. while a few attendees moved to keep the drivers apart from each other, arthur and daniel ran to get addi out of there. they knew if she were to see what was happening it just wouldn’t be good, especially given that they were starting to get aggressive.

daniel knew addi well enough that she handled alcohol relatively well unless something goes wrong. and arthur knew her better than anyone, he knew the night would end even worse if she had even gotten a glimpse of the fight. apparently by the time she had left, things got a little physical. lando reportedly pushed pierre who then shoved him with more aggression. but it was split up before any actual blows.

addi didn’t really know how to feel. she was so upset because she thought the night had gone well, she thought everyone was having fun and finally getting the chance to unwind and forget about on and off track drama. she was also pretty pissed off. and maybe she shouldn’t be. maybe it was ridiculous to be mad at two drunken idiots for doing what should have been expected. maybe she should have watched over them better. controlled their alcohol intake better.

"there's nothing you could have done to stop this from happening, addi" she forgets that her life-long friend has the ability to read her mind, or maybe just her facial expressions. "i'm sure daniel has more details. he's been worried about you since last night."

so she nodded and decided to give the australian a facetime call with arthur next to her. he pretty much told her everything arthur did just in greater detail and what had happened after. according to daniel, after the two were separated, carlos had to walk lando to his hotel and daniel took pierre to his. luckily for everyone, they were on different floors. however when talking to the drunken frenchman, daniel recalled him saying how pissed off he was at lando for 'hurting addilyn.' "he sounded damn near sober"

the girl let out a frustrated sigh. she understand her mistakes in this matter. she fucked around with pierre because lando found love. she's continuing to fuck around with him even though she still feels her stomach drop when she sees lando and luisa together. "i don't know what to do. if they go out there this weekend without resolving this, it's going to be a death match."

"it shouldn't be up to you to fix it." daniel shook his head, taking a drink from the hotel labeled mug.

"but it is. this is my responsibility. i lead them on."

"lando lead you on." arthur corrected. "you're trying to move on."

addiwe need to talk.

pierreI know.

addican i come over?

pierreYeah

the walk to pierre's hotel room wasn't long. a few steps and an elevator ride. but she felt her palms sweating and her stomach churning. the elevator dings as the doors open, forcing her back to reality. she makes her way yo the left, finding room 203 and knocking on it. pierre opens the door shortly after the three knocks were made. he's shirtless and clearly hungover. his hair is a mess and he looks pale. the hotel room is dark, the only light being the lamp by his bed.

"come on in" he said, moving out of the way for her to walk in. she sat down in one of the chair, not wanting to make herself comfortable. he dragged the other chair and sat across from her

"what all do you remember?" she asked.

he let out a sigh, sitting back and positioning himself in a more comfortable manner. "everything." he answer, combing his hand through his hair. "I was drunk, and he provoked me-"

"that doesn't matter in my opinion." she shook her head. "i get that you were drunk, i do. but you were sober enough to push him, sober enough to remember, and from what i've heard, sober enough to walk back here with no help."

he nods, understanding her frustration, but not wanting to capitalize on it. "i'm not sure this is going to work." she stated, causing pierre to look up from his lap, "what?"

"it's becoming a problem, the lando situation. for both of us-"

"we can work it out."

"i don't see that happening, not anytime soon at least." she shook her head. "i still wanna be your friend, i still want a friendship. but this was never going to work out. and i'm sorry for involving you, i'm sorry for leading you on like this. but i can't handle it if things are going to be this tense all the fucking time." she felt her throat tighten up as her eyes watered with tears that she was trying to hold back.

pierre's eyes swelled up with tears as well, though he didn't try to fight them. he cradled his head in his hands as he let the tears fall to the carpeted floor. "i'm sorry." he whimpered out.

"i know."

addi can we talk?

lando Yeah, I think that would be best.

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⋆ NOW WE DATE ! · psh

CHAPTER THIRTEEN · dating hotspot

SYNOPSIS · everyone knew you were sunghoon's biggest fan— or so you claimed to be— it didn't take a scientist to guess after your nonstop gushing about him during enhypen's debut. now, they didn't know you found him 'so babygirl' not until you accidentally tweeted it on your main.

warnings · teensy bit of angst + suggestive dialogues, profanities

it took naya sixteen tries and forty-five minutes to convince you to come to the hybe cafe with the group.

she didn’t think it would be this hard, considering your fixation with the desserts they serve. however, you happen to be sceptical and tend to sit and over analyse everything, and something about naya texting jake, and then asking the whole group to go to the cafe the first thing in the morning doesn’t sit right with you.

you like giving people the benefit of doubt and believe that things are exactly how they seem, that naya and the rest of the girls only want to spend some time at the cafe since it’s been a while all four of you have been there, instead of there being a bigger, darker, picture. the four of you stand in the lift while waiting to get to the second floor as you watch naya type relentlessly on her phone.

“who are you texting?” you ask, pressing your lips in a thin line, raising your head up to get a peek if possible, however she tilts the screen towards herself, giving you a nonchalant shrug.

“my brother,” and the lie rolls off her tongue ever so efficiently— it was bound to happen, her plan was deemed too good to fail. from what jake has told her, sunghoon is absolutely fucked in the head about you. not to mention, how he’s jealous of the fact that the actor park sunghoon got to kiss you first— although, for a scene— instead of the actual, real, park sunghoon who has real feelings for you and would like to kiss you on and off camera, every time, all the time. she is convinced that her plan has no loopholes, and that’s why her thumb softly taps over the send button ever so confidently as she texts jake about their arrival at the cafe.

“uh, i’ll be right back,” yeon interjects as the girls take a seat, grabbing yinuo’s hands as she pulls the youngest member along with her, excusing herself to the washroom.

naya smirks to herself as she sees the other two leave, looking over at you. “what do you want to eat? i was thinking if we should get macaroons or shortcakes, what do you think?”

“macaroons would do,” and naya excuses herself to the counter, utilising every millisecond of her time to walk, occasionally stopping in her tracks to text jake on the situation. now, it’s just you and your suspicion sitting together at a table.

and, the gaze of a certain australian boy projecting in your direction from a few metres behind.

. . .

“sunoo, i need you to not fuck this up,” jake warns the boy again, hands on his waist as if this is about life and death (it almost is because they’re dealing with sunghoon) as he replies to naya, telling her that sunoo will be up there soon.

“i’m telling you, i’ve never flirted with anyone in my entire life,” it’s sunoo’s last attempt at getting out of this situation, which is probably not possible because the rest six of enhypen members are terribly stubborn and practically threw him under the bus when it came to picking the ‘bait.’ “i’ll most likely end up laughing,”

“dude, just tell her she’s cute,” heeseung pipes up, making sunoo roll eyes at his words. “compliment her hair or something,”

“why don’t you do it instead?” it’s evident how sunoo is sulking about the situation and jake is taking none of it, pushing him a bit as sunoo groans and walks up to you, making sure to look normal and like someone who’s approaching you without any hidden intentions.

“oh, yn?” and sunoo is channelling his inner song joong ki as he fake gasps as you, making you turn around to look at him as you stand up and greet the boy. “wow, what’s a coincidence, i can’t believe you like food at hybe cafe too,”

that’s the fakest, most unbelievable shit that has come out of sunoo’s mouth. even the intonation isn’t how he normally sounds, and he’s trying to be very normal here. he can see jay making annoyed faces at him from his peripheral vision although he tries not to react, focusing on your instead. you seem to believe is normalcy, and it’s going so good so far.

“yeah, the macaroons here are quite good,” you reply with an awkward laugh, not internally screaming because naya is taking eternity to come back and it seems like yeon and yinuo got flushed down the toilet. you’re not the one with overflowing social anxieties, but how does one continue a conversation with someone who you have never really talked to so far?

“just like you,” sunoo wants to dig a grave and bury himself alive because you look like you just heard the most inhumane thing ever. “i mean you and an idol, like your vocals are so good and i really look up to you. your dance style is cool, i like you—”

and the next thing you remember is seeing sunghoon only a few steps away from you and sunoo, watching you two with a confused expression before he ran out.

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note : crazy how i keep forgetting i have a smau to update anyway guys the writing here is shit i wrote that in ten mins hope u still like it though (idk how to end it)

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Dating Lily from Nmixx would include:

•Lily first met you on a train through Australia. When she sat on her seat reading an very interesting book. She swore she fell in love with you at first sight when you asked her if you could sit down on the empty seat next at her. You both met a few times on trains before you gave her your number.

•You actually didn't recognized Lily when you first met her in 2022. until she told you about being a member of Nmixx.

•Lily felt her cheeks flushing red in a blush whenever her bandmates, family and friends notice how much in love she is with you. They would tease her in a cute way until she would go in your arms pouting and whining about how people tease her.

•You giggled when Lily's band members point at you after spotting you at their concerts. They would make hearts with their fingers or hands until your cheeks flushed red from blushing too much.

•Lily loved fluffy summer mornings when she can sleep in and wake up with you a little bit later. Lily would kiss you everywhere until you open one eye and grins. She loved how raspy deep your morning voice is. You would often pull her closer until she laid with her head on your chest. You always play with her hair and kiss her cheeks until her cheeks flush red in a blush.

•You get along really well with her family who already called you daughter and sister in law. They definitely want you both to get married in the future since you both share a deep love for each other.

•Lily never forgets to show you how much she loves you. She would buy you presents, shower you in kisses, hug you often from behind, taking you on dates.

•You sometimes when you can go at her studio to watch her practice singing or songwriting. Often she would steal kisses from you while skipping steps happily to re-record song lyrics. When you visit her dance practice she never hesitate to kiss your forehead or hug you. Sometimes she would stay longer with you to dance together in front of the mirror.

•Lily picks you up from work when you have to stay longer or get sick. When you are sick she picks you up with a fluffy blanket and a bottle of fresh made healthy tea on the backseat. When you have at stay long at work she picks you up with your favorite snacks and food waiting at home.

•You stay with Lily on tour to support her as her girlfriend. When she gets nervous you never hesitate to kiss her worries always or holds her hand while she starts ranting about everything.

•Lily already knew how much the fans ship you both together. National and international. They makes cute edits of you both. Always show cute pictures they photographed of you both.

•You saw how emotional she gets every time when Australian fans tell her how proud Australia is of her. Her fans even greeted her in a very cute way with a beautiful and emotional surprise.

•Lily asked you to marry her on a warm summer evening in Australia. Her bandmates recorded that special moment for you both. Since you both would be crying the whole time with happy tears. The families from you both cried the loudest. The dad's claims someone has put onions under their eyes and the other just wipe their tears.

•You went to a hotel with Sullyoon, Haewon, Rosé, Lisa, Seulgi and Jihyo a night before the wedding. Since Rosé and Lisa are your best friends from BLACKPINK.

•Lily had a beautiful white suit on waiting for you in front of the altar. She never saw someone so beautiful in a white weddings dress before she saw you walking down the altar towards her. You both had happy tears in your eyes. You both share your self-written vows at each other with much love in your gestures.

•You surprised her with a honeymoon in three European countries. You went first to Portugal, Denmark and then the Netherlands for a whole month. You both enjoyed the whole month honeymoon with hot, fluffy and very much happiness.

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𝐁𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 || 𝐌𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐀𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐜𝐤

“𝘌𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘐 𝘨𝘰, 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘐 𝘣𝘦 𝘐𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘳𝘨𝘺 𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘣𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦, 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘣𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘈𝘯𝘺𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯'𝘵 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘐 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘣𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶“

Inspo: Daniel Caesar - Blessed

Summary: She needed to know she was blessed to have you...

Warnings: Angst and some very comfy fluff

Words: 1419

“Why do your parents treat me like royalty?” Milly asked, smoothing out her dress in the mirror.

You waved your arm, scoffing quietly. “They grew up in Atlanta. Hearing someone with an accent like yours makes them jump to conclusions. They think you qualify as the Queen of England-“ you stopped yourself when seeing her peek her head out of the bathroom, parted lips of shock with the corners tilted upwards in a smile. “-which you are in my eyes, of course.”

“I’m not even English. I’m fuckin’ Australian, Y/n,” she commented, giggling.

“Oh, I know,” you chuckled. “But if you don’t speak with an American accent, you might as well be royalty and my family gets a bit excessive when that happens.”

“Has it happened before?” Milly stepped out of the bathroom, now bare of the dress with nothing else to hide your intrusive gaze. Something she quickly picked up on, snapping her fingers. “Use your head to give me an answer. Not thinking of ways you plan on trying to keep me up tonight.”

“But baby-“

“Do as your told, honey.” Her lips were pressed in an amused grin, raising an encouraging brow.

Since the dinner with your parents, she hadn’t been able to remove the tickling feeling in her stomach. The butterfly effect always appeared when you looked in her direction, smiling at her with that dreamy look of yours. Or when your hand would caress the inside of her leg, breaking her walls slowly. Because while your mother and father were peppering her with questions, you just traced shapes into her skin, clearly enjoying the way she was fumbling over her words.

She knew how the night would divulge when the two of you got home, but she would play her time.

You sighed, shaking your head. “First girl I actually brought to my parents, my mom immediately started saying “no” and forced her out of the house and demanded I break up with her.”

Milly laughed. “Why?”

“Because she was a white girl and acted like she knew what our life was like and grew up in the hood.” That made Milly fall into giggles, trying to hide her lips with the back of her hand. It was adorable and made you chuckle, biting your bottom lip. “And all of the girls after that I never brought to meet them,” you said. “Well, until you at least.”

Her feet padded against the ground until you felt her pressed against your back. Arms curling around your waist with her lips meeting your back, pressing delicate kisses against ebony skin. Her hands gently ran up and down your stomach, fingers pressing and nails digging wherever she saw fit. It made you stand up straighter, unable to hide the deep groan that bellowed deep in your chest.

“I’m glad,” she whispered, eyes slightly flickering shut as you absorbed the warmth of your skin against hers. “I’ve missed you so much. I’ve been just waiting to have a moment to ourselves.”

You smiled, folding the pair of dress pants before tossing them to the foot of the bed. “Well, I’m here with you now, honey.” Turning in her hold, you stared adoringly down at the woman. Her eyes sparkled with love. Her touch was a drug. Her voice was a lullaby. Her personality and smile bring light to a room where shadows reached outward.

Taking her face in your hands, you caressed her cheekbones, smiling softly. “God, I fucking love you.”

Milly couldn’t decipher what it was. A blast of warmth hit her face suddenly, making her bottom lip quiver. Eyes tearing up as your smile slowly fell, brows scrunching together. “I’m sorry.” She wiped her eyes. “I- I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I’m so sorry-” Before she could say anything further, you lifted her chin, softly pressing your lips to hers.

She was frozen against you, tense under your warm embrace. But as the seconds passed, she melted against you. Sniffling as she wrapped her arms tightly around your neck, feeling you grab the back of her thighs and lift her off the ground. “I love you.” Your words made her eyes water more. The salty taste of her tears falling to your lips as your hands held her gently. “I love you so much, sweetheart.”

Slowly lowering her to the bed, you pulled away just enough to stare at her. Milly’s face was red, eyes fluttering as she fought to have them open. But the longer you stared, the more she felt the need to cover herself. In the instant she attempted to do so, you pushed her arms above her head, peppering her body with kisses and bites.

“The most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen,” you praised between kisses. “I love you. I love you so fucking much, Milly. I love you.”

You repeated it over and over again, feeling Milly hold you tighter in a flare of urgency. Her tears stained her cheeks and stung her eyes as you hid your face in her neck. “Say it, baby.”

Milly’s lips trembled. “I love you, Y/n. I love you so much.”

You smiled softly, sitting up. Grabbing the blanket, you placed it around your shoulder, your body creating a makeshift tent for the woman lying beneath you. She was wiping her cheek, sniffling and letting out faint whimpers.

Exhaling softly, you wrapped an arm around her waist and lifted her enough to switch spots. Her body immediately sought your warmth, arms coiling around your chest. There were no words spoken. Just the soft strokes of warm hands and soft breaths against skin.

It took a while before you had the courage to speak. Milly’s sniffle converted to soft inhales as she gently massaged your sides. “Why did you start crying?” You asked softly, tilting your head to get a better look at her.

She swallowed thickly, nibbling on her bottom lip with her head adjusting to meet your gaze. And there were the sparkles again, the peppered glitter of tears that hung at the brim of her eyes. A shaky smile appeared as she said, “I thought I would never get to hear you say it,” she confessed. “With the distance, I thought you wouldn’t be sure of continuing what we have.”

Your lips twisted in a sweet smile, eyes softening as you cupped her cheek. “Milly,” you sighed. “You are the most beautiful girl I have met. I couldn’t imagine myself with anyone else. Sure as hell no chick that works at a Hot Topic.”

Milly felt her lips crack into a grin, tucking her face in your chest as she giggled. Feeling you press your lips to the crown of her head and sigh. “I love you, baby. And if you need me to say it every day, I will,” you reassured. “Everywhere I go, if you aren’t there, then I don’t wish to be there. But knowing you’ll be coming home and I can have you for myself makes my love for you grow.”

“Even if it sucks?” Milly inquired gently.

“Even if it sucks,” you repeated, smiling. “I care too much about you to let selfish desires hold you back from your job. And I love you too much to be hung up on things you have no control over.” A soft chuckle fell from your lips as you shook your head. “Baby, I want to come home to you. I want to come home from work and just have you waiting to hold me. Ask me about my day and tell me about yours. But if I have to wait years for that to happen, I can be patient. I just wanna see you shine baby and I will love you no matter what.”

And it was there that things were eased and Milly allowed herself to smile. Allowing herself to indulge in the love you were giving that she had never been aware was for her. And she felt special. And for the first time in your relationship, she felt deserving of it because you had been putting up with her work schedule since the two of you met. You were willing to work around her times and willing to drop everything to spend an hour with her if that’s all she could give.

But now, she knew that this love you had to offer was special. And for however long she could bask in it, she would enjoy it and hope to pay you back in reciprocated feelings.

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cars-on-the-moon · 10 months

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The Carlando AU you chose!

Soulmates AU

(Everything written is imaginative. Nothing is true)

He remembered his birthday and he did actually remember the moment he felt that excruciating pain right on his left thigh. He had exaggerated his intolerance of pain, but he hadn’t felt like this before. As if he was being scratched; marked. Well, he was being marked with the hope that somewhere, someone was made for him, had come to this life to be with him.

Lando’s mother was a good woman, a great one that had explained to all her children what soulmates were and how it worked. She brought them up to be hopeful but not sure. She had broken down her luck with their father but had made them promise to never obsess over finding their soulmates because perhaps karma had decided to play a game with them and made their soulmate be Australian or Siberian or whatever country Lando had no idea about.

Thus, he grew up almost forgetting about his little scar, he started running around in cars, left school, joined McLaren and became an F1 driver at the age of 19. By then, he was completely unimpressed when it came to soulmates.

When his brother had announced that he was marrying his? Lando was unimpressed. When Alex had strutted in and announced that he had found his soulmate in Lily, he was unimpressed then too.

And suddenly, he was 23. The season had started poorly, to put it lightly, and his spirits were descending into dark places by the day. It had been almost a year since he had broken his relationship off and his little adventures here and there weren’t enough to make him forget-

“It’s so busy, mierda.” Carlos plopped down next to him on the step.

Lando smiled, nodded in absolute agreement, as Monaco was busting with crowds of people and celebrities and kids and everything.

“I like Monaco, but Dios, it’s crazy.” the Spaniard continued. “Alright?” he turned to Lando.

“Fine. It’s very hot too. I think I’m going to the beach in Barcelona.” he faked an exaggerated accent.

“We should!” Carlos rounded his stupid eyes widely.

“Who invited you?”

Carlos then kicked his heel with his foot, making him giggle.

“Ay, don’t be rude cabrón.” the Spaniard protested. “I thought you wanted the local guide. Good luck finding a secluded beach.” he shrugged his shoulder and turned to George, who was greeting the little group.

Lando raised his fist to bump George’s but quickly disregarded his presence to speak to Carlos. He scratched his irritated leg and suppressed another little yawn.

“Fine, you can come. Spill the secret locations.”

“Nah, I got over it, I’ll go to my hotel’s pool.” he stood back up, fiddling with his suit knot. “Have fun in Barcelona.” he threw his way a wink and started walking the other way.

Lando blew an obnoxious raspberry and steadied his head on the wall behind him. He shut his eyes for a few seconds, thinking about Barcelona indeed. Waters, ice-creams, Carlos. Lando opened his eyes and straightened his head. No, not Carlos. Just waters and ice-creams.

His affection for Carlos had its ups and downs. Or that’s what he told himself all the time. For example, when he left McLaren, Lando was mad at him. When /that/ happened in Brazil, Lando was awkward. When Carlos decided to join him and Zak in their exclusive golf trip, Lando was happy. Up and down. But mostly up. Mostly.

“…I have a thousand interviews. I’m so sorry.” Carlos huffed from the other side of the line, clearly frustrated. “I just-I just wanted to stay and just relax for an hour. One hour, Lando.”

“It’s okay. I’ll see you tomorrow.” Lando replied him, internally weeping. He needed that hour of relaxation too.

On Sunday, he finally saw Carlos in the club and then in his hotel’s bar for a last drink with Caco and Rupert.

“It was an exhausting weekend. I want Barcelona out.” Carlos said, downing his beer. “Don’t tell anyone.” he then turned to Lando.

“I will tell Domenicalli.” Lando wiggled his eyebrows scratching idly his irked thigh.

“Idiota.” Carlos grinned then and finally Lando was able to feel at ease again.

He had no idea why Carlos’s feelings had an immediate connection to his. Although, of course when Max wasn’t good, Lando was sad too. His mum always said he was empathetic.

“…one more?”

Lando realised Carlos was talking to him.

“Wha?”

“I said, the bar’s closing. Do you want one to go? You can come up to mine.”

“Sure.” Lando shrugged, collecting his phone and camera from the counter.

Carlos opened the door of his room, letting Lando in and turned the light of the night table on.

“View’s sick.” Lando remarked. “It’s similar to mine.“ he said, taking a photo of it. A bit blurry, a bit move-y, a bit not professional, but still fine.

“Here.” he handed him the beer. “I owe you a swim lesson.” he clinked his bottle.

“Oy! I know how to swim!” Lando furrowed his eyebrows.

“I’m not sure. You always seem like you’re drowning-ay cabrón, that hurts!” Carlos protested after Lando had pinched his upper arm.

They talked about a bunch of random topics other than racing, racing before the balcony door.

“Lando,” Carlos mumbled at some point, after a long conversation halt. “Isabella wasn’t my soulmate.” he said out of the blue.

Lando averted his eyes from Barceloneta and looked at Carlos with raised eyebrows.

“I know it doesn’t matter, because, who finds their soulmate, no? But yeah.”

Lando shuffled on his chair.

“Um, is that why you broke up?” he asked, having nothing to offer really.

“No, we couldn’t lie to each other anymore.” he replied solemnly.

“You’re being a tad bit sentimental and I’m scared.” Lando tried to lighten the mood.

Carlos’s lips quirked up and he let his head fall bag, hang from the back of the chair.

“You’re right. Sorry.”

“No! It’s not bad. But I don’t know what to say.” Lando immediately said. “I’m just a loser in this area so…”

“Only in this area?” Carlos teased.

Lando reached for his upper arm to pinch him once more but Carlos was quicker and he grabbed his wrist harshly, causing for Lando to tumble down, inches away from his chair.

“Oof, that hurt.” Lando groaned but chose to remain spread on the floor.

Carlos chuckled obnoxiously loud and sp laced his beer on the table in front of him. He then stood up and extended his arm to Lando.

“Come on cabrón.” he said.

Lando took his hand and pulled with force, making Carlos yelp and fall flat on Lando.

“Lando!” Carlos grumbled on Lando’s chest.

“I had to.” Lando laughed, shutting his eyes. His right arm enveloped Carlos by its own accord, while he continued laughing his weekend exhaustion away.

He only stopped when he felt Carlos moving on him and opened his eyes to find him standing on his elbows looking down at him.

His hair was falling over his left eye and his lips were parted. Lando focused on the bottom one that was full, pink and absolutely delicious.

And there they were. Those odd thoughts, feelings he possessed of Carlos. Those ones that whenever they entered his mind, he tried hard to push out or away again.

“Am I heavy?” he whispered.

Lando opened his mouth to reply him, but nothing came out. Nothing at all.

“Should I get up, Lando?” Carlos asked again, almost pleading him. Was he pleading?

“N-No.” Lando stuttered.

Slowly, painfully, Carlos lowered himself even more and only when his lips were a breath away from Lando’s, the latter understood. He couldn’t wait anymore. He wouldn’t wait anymore. So, he took the leap and kissed Carlos. His teammate. His golf partner. His ex-teammate. His friend. His very good friend.

The moan that left him was a result of a jolt that traveled down his very core, having never felt like this. He contemplated for a moment if it was because he was a man or because he had a familiar, solid foundation with him. However, the contemplation stopped when Carlos’s tongue traveled on his upper lip, asking for entrance that the Brit immediately granted.

“Fucking hell.” Lando breathlessly remarked when they stopped for air. “Fuck. Fuck.” he repeated a few times. His hand was still in a tight fist, gripping Carlos’s t-shirt.

“Am I hurting you?” Carlos asked him.

“No, come here.” Lando pulled him back in.

They ended up on the bed after Lando’s back started hurting and they ended up falling asleep, just as the sky had turned bordeaux.

Lando woke up through a rude phone call with Jon and after a three-second contemplation, he placed a quick kiss on Carlos’s cheek and fled.

I didn’t take you for a man that runs away.

Lando rolled his eyes exaggeratedly to his screen, drawing Max’s attention. He was already in Monaco, after an 1-hour and 15-minute flight to Nice and a 20-minute car ride.

He took a picture of the waters and his brunch and sent it Carlos’s way to avoid embarrassing himself with a stupid respond.

He received one back with the view of Barceloneta through Carlos’s hotel room. Yes, the same one they had /kissed/ in.

He closed WhatsApp and refocused on Max, who was talking a mile per hour to his girlfriend. Well then.

He opened Instagram and tapped on F1’s new story that had something to do with Charles and then Carlos popped up on his screen. He squinted and placed his thumb on the story in order to stop it from changing.

Ruffled hair, white t-shirt and that view. That bloody view.

A non-Ferrari post? I’m shook.

Got your attention, didn’t it? and yeah, Lando was flushed all over.

Carlos, are you flirting mate? he had to ask; better be safe than sorry.

Am I allowed?

Lando grinned widely then. So widely that Max finally remembered that he was present too.

They texted here and there, mostly photos or memes. Carlos had a heavy schedule that week before Canada and Lando had arranged a little trip to New York with Martin before arriving in Montreal.

Lando could not lie; everything was so awkward in his head. He had kissed Carlos Sainz. It sounded awkward. It was awkward. But as time paced away, everything was a blurry dream and when after Monday before the race they stopped communicating, he was rather sure that indeed it had been a dream.

He had caught a glimpse of him somewhere in the paddock and on the track, zooming around in his red car, but they had yet to talk.

Kevin was a great guy. He was surprisingly funny and so much younger than he looked and was perceived of. He was saying something about Nico when Lando grasped that Carlos was walking towards them. He chose to ignore it and scratch his leg out of an awkward habit of doing something with his hands.

Carlos pinched him right on his chest and Kevin could only laugh after finishing his utterance, a moment later.

“Don’t do that.” Landon said.

Carlos fiddled with his suit on the thigh and turned to him, leaning.

“What?” he asked.

“Don’t do that.” Lando repeated. “In front of cameras. I look Iike a child.”

Alex said something about something but Lando talked to Carlos again.

“I don’t like being teased.” he reminded him his relationship with touch.

“Oh, you don’t?” Carlos asked, openly mocking him and raised his hand to cup his cheek.

Lando slightly rounded his eyes but thanks to his reflexes, he quickly swatted Carlos’s hand away.

They both laughed, even Alex did and Carlos returned to his spot, gazing forward.

He wasn’t going to lie. Lando wanted to say more; be touched more. On the cheek? Whatever. On the cheek.

After a very good race per his opinion, he started his media duties and hang around in the media pen for a while, waiting for his turn. He tightened his suit around him and scratched his leg again before Carlos arrived too.

“Yes, you are very unsportsmanlike. I always said.” Carlos remarked. “They see you looking all cute and they think you’re a marshmallow. They don’t know like I do.” he added playfully.

Lando chuckled at that, shaking his head.

“I am a marshmallow.”

“That could kill you.” Carlos finished for him.

“I am cute, mate.” he insisted.

Carlos raised his right eyebrow up high.

“That, you are.” Carlos admitted.

Lando found his eyes that were already looking back and for a moment he wondered if he should laugh or-

“Mate, good racing, no?” Esteban Ocon approach them and -well, damnit Ocon.

Are you out? he received as he was watching Quadrant’s video he had yet to watch, while he was brushing his teeth.

No, too tired. he replied. You? he added just for the politeness of it.

We are close. Do you want to come here? he received. His heart immediately responded by beating harder than before, but Lando was not easy. He would never be.

What part of ‘I’m tired’ you did get?

Ok. We’ll talk in two weeks in Austria then.

Lando huffed. So, he was easy.

Send me your address.

He fixed his hair, as if he could tame it and readjusted his jeans, patting his thigh, which was a bit fuzzy tonight.

“You look good, despite the exhaustion.” Carlos remarked when he walked in.

Lando scoffed, taking his jacket off. “You don’t have to playboy me. I have already snogged you-”

He didn’t manage to finish his sarcastic utterance, as Carlos was already on him, having captured his lips, holding him in between his palms by his cheeks.

He let go only when he pulled back.

“Sorry. You don’t like being touched.” he whispered, almost on his lips.

“I like being touched by you.” Lando replied him, reaching for his back.

“You said otherwise.”

“Shut it. Kiss me again.” he commanded and Carlos listened.

“Lando,” he said. “I cannot stop thinking about you. What are you doing to me.” the Spaniard revealed.

“Do you say that to everyone?” Lando asked.

Carlos tightened his grip on Lando’s lower back and slightly shook him.

“No. Mierda, no.” he replied.

He took a step back and ran his fingers through his significantly longer locks.

“I-I turned the hot tub on. Come on.”

“What?”

“I owe you swimming lessons.” Carlos smirked.

Lando rounded his eyes and followed him to only find a massive tub that overlooked Montreal and for a moment, he wondered if Carlos had changed rooms and requested for it.

When he turned to him again, he had removed his shirt and even if Lando had seen him like this again, he felt his throat drying instantly.

“Come on,” he urged Lando and reached for his own t-shirt. Lando let him, raising his arms up.

“I don’t have trunks.”

“It’s fine.” Carlos smiled and reached for his buttons.

Lando’s breath hitched. He wasn’t embarrassed or something about the prospect of being naked in front of the other man, but the way Carlos slowly unbuttoned his jeans and looked at him was almost too intimate; too private.

Carlos started pulling his jeans down and tapped on his right leg and then on his left, disposing the trousers somewhere behind him. His palms slowly ran upwards, only squeezing the meat over his knee. Lando shut his eyes, diving into the incomparable feeling of being touched by Carlos. He was on fire. Up in flames.

But Carlos had stopped.

“What happened?” Lando asked him, lowering his gaze to find Carlos gazing at his leg. “Do I have something?” he curiously looked himself.

“Lando-” Carlos breathed out heavily. “What-what is this?” he asked.

Lando furrowed his eyebrows in utter puzzlement and crouched a bit to find out himself.

“That?” he pointed to his mark. “That’s my soulmate mark. I know it looks like lightning hit me, but it’s a soulmate mark.” he chuckled momentarily.

His scar was intricate. Inside his head, he always called it beautiful because he hadn’t seen anything like it before. It was in a convenient location, not visible for just anyone, it was intricate and very unique. Hard to miss. Its branches were small and white and all over the place, but perfectly cohesive and aesthetically pleasing.

“Carlos?” he called for him again, getting antsy.

He reached for his jaw, getting frustrated and when finally Carlos looked up, Lando parted his lips in surprise. A single tear had left Carlos’s left eye.

“What happened? Are you okay? What is it?” Lando asked, lowering himself on his knees too.

“L-Lando,” Carlos panted. “T-enemos-tenemos la misma m-marca.”

“What? Carlos! In English. Hell.” Lando tightened his grip on his jaw.

Carlos pushed his hand away then and jumped up, pulling on his waistband with trembling hands.

Lando fully, really, exaggeratedly gasped.

That was it. That was the mark.

On Carlos’s right thigh, mirroring his own perfectly. He reached for it, he crawled forward, reaching for the scar and when his thumb brushed through it they both groaned. Lando felt a jolt, a /lightning/, exactly as his mum had explained. As his brother had explained.

“Bloody hell. B-bloody hell.” he stuttered. “Is it the same?” he raised his gaze to Carlos.

The Spaniard only nodded, his turn then to wipe Lando’s tear away.

“Carlos, this is insane. This is mad.” he sobbed, letting his head fall on Carlos’s abdomen.

“This can’t be. Can it?” he heard Carlos asking in a pained voice.

“I don’t know, Carlos.” Lando mumbled on his skin. “Can I see?” he asked.

Carlos pulled on his curls, literally urging him to see again, make sure that it wasn’t false.

Lando ran his fingers on the scar again, making Carlos shiver to the mere movement.

“Shite…” Lando whispered, recognising every little branch and line. He leaned forward, gripping Carlos’s knee to hold himself and touched the spot with his lips.

It was.

It was the mark. The moment his lips touched the scarred skin, his heart stopped beating. It skipped a few beats, making him lose his breath, mind go up in chaos.

Carlos couldn’t hold himself up, he lowered down, carrying himself on his knees and immediately taking ahold of Lando.

“Mi amor,” he said and looked at him through beautiful, glossy eyes, full of tears and surprise. “This-this can’t be.” he said, kissing him stupid.

Lando gripped the sheet into his fist and let out a harsh moan. He opened his eyes and found Carlos looking at him with rough eyebrows.

“Carlos, I’m-I’m- going to c-”

“Por favor, mi amor.” he urged him.

And yes. Yeah, Carlos was his soulmate.

Fireworks were meaningless in front of the feeling he felt the moment of completion.

When finally Carlos laid next to him, panting and struggling for breath, Lando could see clearly then. It had always been Carlos.

Budapest was a figurative tragedy. The car updates were good but the heat was impossible to handle. His FP was oddly bad and he chose to relax in the hospitality, going through his phone with no purpose at all.

“Hola! Lando?” a familiar voice made his core shiver. A few moments later, Carlos appeared, holding two bottles of water. “Here amor.” he said lowly and plopped down next to him.

It had been a weird, quick change that none of them had to work hard for. Fate had done so and they had no problem going with it.

“So, what are you doing after Spa?” he asked him. “Any plans?”

“Oh, Max is pestering me to go to Mykonos.

Carlos pursed his lips, nodding.

“We could go. Although, I would prefer something more private. But if you want to go, we’ll go.” he said.

Lando squinted.

“You want to go?” he asked him.

“What do you mean?”

“With me?”

“Are you joking, cabrón?” Carlos asked him confused.

“I didn’t want to assume-”

“You should always assume.” Carlos cut him off. “You’re my soul. I want to be with you all the time.” he simply stated.

Lando felt his breath hitching. His heartbeat ascending and his eyes watering, all at once.

Carlos must have felt all of those things and he quickly took ahold of his hand, having no care in the world about anything.

“Mi alma…We’re each other’s, no?” Carlos whispered.

Lando nodded, sniffing. He wiped a stubborn tear with his other knuckle and coughed.

“Don’t be so cheesy, Carlos.” he mumbled.

Carlos laughed loudly then.

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This was certainly a fun Easter Sunday.

My dad and I drove to my sister and BIL's farm outside of the cities. Relatives from both sides of the family were there. All are excellent people whom I'm always happy to see.

Food included prime rib, honey baked ham, and a smattering of other dishes and desserts that made me feel ten pounds heavier tonight.

Several of us went out to the barn after dinner. Cathy said I could drive the tractor if I was careful. Oddly, the "fob the turns on the tractor" looked suspiciously like a rock. Nonetheless, I did an excellent job maneuvering around the barn.

So I was told.

Cathy's farm pets include three miniature donkeys, three goats, two miniature Highland cows, and a barn cat named Hazel. Sometimes there are chickens at the farm, but I guess at this time of the year they are vacationing in Mexico. Or in someone's tummy.

The goats like me.

The cows are vicious...

... unless they get brushed.

I'm taller than the Duncan and Stewart, so I wasn't actually worried they'd hurt me. They're kind of mean though about how much more hair they have than I have.

Here are the donkeys. When Sheila and I got our first Australian Shepherd years ago she instinctively herded them into the barn. Eventually they got sick of Ella and chased her around the field. Ella didn't mind that at all.

My sister and BIL have dogs too. Hazel (a Berner) and Walter (a Dobie). Also vicious unless sufficiently pet, fed, and brushed.

We all ate and drank to our enjoyment. My sister, a good hostess, had toiletries available in the guest bathroom. I meant to take that unopened tube of Burt's Bees, but I forgot it :(

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cup-of-hot-worm-milk · 18 days

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HEARTBREAK HIGH SEASON 2 REVIEW

Likes, dislikes, and some general thoughts.

TL;DR spoiler free review: I give this season a 6.5/10. It’s not bad but compared to the previous season, it certainly felt like a downgrade. Some of the editing choices felt poor, a few characters that had felt layered and realistic had lost their substance, a couple of interesting plot beats and character arcs were either rushed or solved with very little satisfaction and pay off, and I can’t help but feel a lot of the drama had become far too unrealistic by the end of the season. I had some fun watching the teenage hijinks, and there are stand out scenes/storylines that had me invested from start to finish, but overall I can’t say that this season lived up to its predecessor or my expectations.

Longer rant under the cut! SPOILERS AHEAD!

I’ll start with what I liked and enjoyed (in no particular order):

Cash owns my heart now and forever. Season one had already solidified him as my favourite character, and watching him go through his asexual journey, trying to navigate his relationship with Darren while setting boundaries was… Ugh, so fucking good. I’ve had my own share of relationship anxiety, fearing that because I had no interest in sexual activities that I would be hurting my future partner. Dusty’s whole talk with Cash felt so reminiscent of things people would say to me when I tried to talk to them about my own sexuality. I was so ecstatic when Cash told him to fuck off, because no, asexuals are not robbing their partners of anything. Our sexuality and boundaries in relationships are not problematic or abusive; no person should ever feel like their worth in a relationship is based on whether or not they have sex with their partner. Anyone who says otherwise can fuck right off. I was crying during Cash’s talk with his Nan. 10/10 best storyline.

Quinni not masking was so cathartic. Neurotypicals really don’t understand the stress and mental gymnastics we have to go through every fucking day just so we fit in. It’s so fucking hard and watching her be herself fully was just amazing. Slay honestly.

BI MALAKAI BI MALAKAI BI MALAKAI

All of the Australian pop culture references. So good. Chinese succulent meal. The reference to Scomo shitting himself at the McDonalds. Cash not registering to vote and his friends getting mad at him even though our voting is so shit and never taken seriously (I along with several people I know have written shit on our ballots and have never gotten in trouble ever). THE NUTBUSH. Woodsy’s little jab at Pavlova being from Aotearoa (New Zealand) and not Australia. Ugh, so good. Finally, references I understand /hj.

Amerie and Harper being best friends… Their protectiveness for each other… My heart.

The class camp made me so nostalgic. Can’t speak for every Aussie, but my camp did have the boys sneaking in beer. Although, we all got too scared so we all just had a sip before pouring it all out before we could get caught. We didn’t even get buzzed, lol. Also, the class getting high on shrooms together, oml.

Malakai and Amerie… Ugh, those two… So messy and complicated and I love them.

Props to HBH finally making an authentic (albeit toxic) love triangle. Only took a while but we got one.

Woodsy helping Harper with driving lessons… My heart.

Quinni being so hyperfixated that she survived her snakebite. She’s just like me fr. I also loved the editing changing when it was her perspective. This is her world and we’re just living in it.

Idk his name but whoever played Chook was genuinely terrifying. 10/10, I wanted to smash his face in every time he came on screen. Truly phenomenal acting.

Actually, I’ll give a round of applause to the entire cast. All of them did stella jobs.

And now… the dislikes (again, no particular order):

Spider’s arc. I know some people like him, but as someone who went to school with, and got bullied by dickheads like him, I could not get behind his whole redemption storyline. I really didn’t like how they blamed his misogyny and arrogance on his toxic mother - it felt like they were saying that men are only sexist assholes because feminists obsess over profiling them all as rapists and abusers which is so fucked on so many levels. It just felt like they were given excuses for his behaviour and how it isn’t really his fault, it’s because of his mothers abuse and I am so fucking over that theme. Abuse does not justify shitty behaviours from ANYONE. It can apply context, sure, but I am not going to excuse someone for being a fuckwit just because they have a shitty homelife. I was abused! I had hurt people around me to cope! That doesn’t make it okay!

Also… People like Spider are more likely to be misogynistic because of a sexist environment - not because of crazed misandrists believing all men are rapists. I think it would've been much more believable if instead, Spider hadn’t had a father or a close male role model to grow up with and became very insecure about his perception of masculinity and manliness, so he used society and social media as learning tools to form his personality and unfortunately internalised a lot of misogyny.

The conclusion of Spider’s redemption also felt way too rushed. He only stops joining Voss because the man slipped up while ranting and because he got slapped in the face. In season one, it really looked like they were going to explore how Spider’s insecurities around vulnerability and masculinity made him put up a front to shield himself. During his relationship with Missy, some points almost felt like they were going to full dive into exploring it but then they backed out, or they wouldn’t let the scenes room to breathe before rushing into the solution. I would’ve liked it more if Spider had time to really grapple with his worldviews and how hurtful he was being, and working on distancing himself from sexist ideals. It would’ve felt a lot more authentic imo.

And I really was not on board with Missy x Spider. I don’t know, it didn’t feel like an authentic attraction, just more like the writers somehow needed someone to jumpstart Spider’s redemption journey while also providing a convenient romantic love interest. Maybe it could have worked if they two were given more time to develop an understanding companionship and Missy wasn’t into him while he was still a fucking dickhead? Maybe they could’ve had the whole rival's sexual tension thing work if it was given way more focus instead of just “Boy see Girl doing something sexy and fall in love”? I don’t know, romance and sexual interest isn’t really my expertise, so maybe it’s just a me thing.

Rowan’s whole character was a huge miss for me, holy shit. It’s 2024, STOP MAKING MENTAL ILLNESS A FUCKING VILLAINOUS TRAIT. I don’t even know what the fuck his mental illness was supposed to be. I work in youth counseling and psychology, and none of his symptoms feel authentic. Was it psychosis?? Was he supposed to have borderline personality disorder??? Untreated PTSD with severe hallucination and dissociation symptoms??? Type 1 bipolar going through a severe mania episode?? FUCKING WHAT DID HE EVEN HAVE??? For a show that handled autism so beautifully in these seasons, they dropped the ball so horribly with Rowan. Bad character, bad execution, bad storyline, bad everything. Do your fucking research on mental disorders instead of just writing “obsessive and crazy” hbh writers, fucking hell.

Also, why did he need to have this whole dumb past connection with Amerie? Why did Amerie suddenly have a backstory of being a major cunt and bully? Why was none of her shitty behaviour talked about in season one? You’d think when her classmates were ostracizing her for the sex wall and getting everyone involuntarily sent to SLT’s, they would’ve brought up this shit. Spider and Harper had their personal reasons to dislike her but no one else brought up anything. Why not just have it that in the earlier episodes, Bird Psycho was spreading baseless rumours and misinformation? Then have people divided on whether or not they would believe Amerie when she went to disprove them? You can even have others making shit up to add to the situation for more drama.

Sasha and Zoe… Oof, bad execution all around for those two.

Sasha… Oof. Thought her storyline was going to deal with her hypocrisy around activism and being a sjw invested in identity politics. Maybe some exploration on how applying moralism to activism is never a good thing EVER and that you shouldn’t care about oppression just because it makes you look like a better person - you should care about it because oppression is fucking disgusting and needs to be eradicated. Should’ve known they would’ve just made her into a bad joke. Pouring one out for the missed opportunity.

I really thought that Zoe’s character was going to explore sexual insecurities and how everyone has a different approach to sex. Examining the difference between sexual pleasure and sexual intimacy. Maybe even some discussion on how it’s okay to have sex simply just to explore your own preferences and likes, and how no one - especially women - should ever be slut-shamed for liking sex. But nope, she was a really bad celibacy joke and a plot point for Darren. Yikes.

Speaking of Darren, my fashionable child, look how they massacred you. What was their whole deal with Quinni this season? Did they suddenly forget about her autism? Did they suddenly stop caring about her difficulties with masking? Season 1 Darren “You’re my too much” would NEVER have fucking told Quinni that the world couldn’t play be her rules. Season 1 Quinni panicking in the bathroom at a party? Oh, no, Amerie don’t touch her, that’s not how we help Quinni. We help Quinni by providing a quiet and safe space and reminding her that she is in charge of what we do next. Season 1 Quinni becoming non-verbal due to a meltdown because Sasha was being bigoted? Nope, Sasha you don’t get to talk to Quinni, no one forces Quinni to talk, she will do it when she is ready. Wtf happened Darren? It really just felt like the writers were trying to make drama between them both and decided to butcher Darren’s character to do so. Just… oof. Very bad.

Harper’s trauma being forgotten about or developed after two episodes… What. Nothing about her relationship with her dad, nothing about her relationship with using sex as a coping mechanic, nothing about her PTSD, absolutely fucking NOTHING. Why? She just felt like she was there for other characters to develop off of.

Also, Ant and Harper felt really rushed. I would’ve liked it way more if Ant actually went and befriended some girls before he got into a relationship with Harper, or even if the both of them became friends before they developed a romantic relationship but they really weren’t given room to breathe.

Also also, Ant accomplished nothing?? I don’t remember one significant thing he did this season that gave more insight into his character or that wasn’t just to uplift other character’s developments. It sucks because last season alluded to some religious trauma that I thought we were going to get to explore more. He needs so much more substance than just “haha, funny guy” imo.

Missy and Malakai deserved more to their stories than just relationship drama. Where was their Indigenous culture? Where was Malakai’s ‘gone my country’ story element that helped him last season? We rarely ever get Aboriginal and Torres Strait Islander actors able to show their culture even in Australian media, so last season when they brought it up I was so happy but now… No mention of it? Nothing? I loved their friendship and their scenes together but God, I wish they happened more outside of their romantic relationships.

Amerie’s pregnancy storyline felt super rushed. Really wish it had more time to breathe, and to stress the importance of contraception and abortion rights. It all began and ended within one episode… Really felt like it deserved just a little bit more time, y’know? Especially in this day and age. It kind of just felt like last minute drama. Maybe more will come out of it because Amerie told Quinni? I hope the fuck not though because I really do not want Quinni’s character slaughtered.

Cash… Showing Chook… Where he lived… Cash is not fucking stupid. What the fuck was that. Making drama for the sake of elevating the story I guess.

Harper’s and Amerie’s dumb fight in the last episode that was really there so Rowan could have a mental breakdown. Yikes.

Wasn’t a big fan of some of the music choices. Few great songs, few iconic songs (Untouched by the Veronicas my beloved), but overall some pretty dodgy choices. I like BLACKPINK, don’t get me wrong, but they’re not that popular in Australia? And The Cranberries are amazing but again, not really an Australian favourite? Idk, just felt like they were picking from the Top 500 Charts.

Okay, the whole fire thing was really fucking stupid. In 2019-2020, NSW had massive out-of-control bushfires that ravaged the country. We have incredibly intense fire-safety because out country is so fucking flammable. Our sprinklers don’t run on electricity - the heat melts the protective plug on the sprinkler, and then water is released from where it’s stored in the pipes. We have fire blankets and extinguishers. The school would’ve been doused. And by the way, there is no such thing as only two teachers chaperoning formal. Not for 25< kids. And the cohort teachers would’ve been invited to go anyways?? And if a crazed man with fire did appear out on the oval, the students would’ve legally had to evacuate to another safe place. Cops and the firefighters would’ve been called immediately. All of the last episode was just such unbelievable bullshit, oml.

“Oh but the school is really sketchy” Idgaf, that whole fire thing was so stupid.

The afl over nrl holy shit. Like, as a queenslander, that shit really fucking hurt to see, I am so sorry sydney goers.

Alright some general thoughts:

Much of the drama in this season just didn’t feel authentic. Most characters were forced to make stupid or unrealistic choices so that drama could happen rather than just allowing the plot to naturally allow for intriguing stories to unfold. I felt like this season was forcing everyone to be involved in something tremendous at every single point, only then to become overwhelmed with how to finish or solve the issues so it was quickly given a bandaid or ignored in favour of moving onto something else.

The first season had the main issues of separating Amerie from her classmates, of people trying to navigate relationships with all the messiness of being a teenager, and of dealing with things that you don’t know how to solve. Characters were given time to be emotional, to make mistakes but not be villainized for them. Scenes and problems were given room to breathe, there was time for all of the story beats to develop and come together.

This season felt more akin to something I’d see in Riverdale or Pretty Little Liars. Over dramatised problems and a mystery that involved pretty shitty characterisation to pull off.

I still like Heartbreak High, and if there is a third season, I’ll definitely give it a watch, but overall, I’m not very enthusiastic about season 2.

One other thing is more related to the backlash I’ve seen from two of the main characters, Malakai and Missy. Some people are infuriated that these two bisexuals have ended the season in a straight-passing relationship and… Okay. I’m not going to sugarcoat any of this; stop being biphobic cunts. You complaining about these two characters ending up with an opposite-sex partner is biphobic. Bisexuals aren’t limited to only ever being in same-sex relationships, fuck off.

Okay, now I’m done.

#heartbreak high

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