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notebookqueenofnarnia · 2 months

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Okay Demigods

now that Season 2 has been confirmed (!!!!!!!!!!) I am here to make my official appeal that you ALL read the books. and yes...i mean ALL the books. Because here is what you are missing if you don't:

(mostly spoiler free. mostly vibes and chaotic no context)

OG PERCY JACKSON

Percy's INCREDIBLE sarcasm

Lots of chaotic Mr. D moments

Percy's unending absolute obliviousness when it comes to: his own abilities/powers, his own feelings towards a certain daughter of Athena, and EVERYONE'S feelings towards him

the full list of Percy's felonies (it's longer than you think!)

how much Percy thinks about Annabeth, especially in the third book

The Hunters of Artemis (everyone's like 'which godly parent would you have?' but im like ??? who cares??? I'm running off with the girls to immortal to hunt men i mean monsters)

soooooooooo much Sally Jackson is the Best Mom (to everyone who walks through her door) content

BLACKJACK. TRANS ICON BLACKJACK THE PEGASUS.

Rachel. Elizabeth. Dare. (this is how the audiobook says her name every single time)

Paul Blofis

Sally Jackson, author

Poseidon: Blowfish?

HEROES OF OLYMPUS

If you don't read these books you are missing out on some of the coolest female characters Rick has created: PIPER (an iconic), HAZEL (unintentionally hilarious), REYNA (beautiful character arc), and ANNABETH's point of view will have you loving her on a whole other level, trust me

Also: COACH HEDGE

Leo

All The Ladies Love Leo

the audiobooks are INSANE. It felt like a full cast read the book, but no. it was just one insanely talented narrator.

FESTUSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS (im a dragon girlie)

Personally, I spent a lot of time reading the OG 5 wondering about how Roman mythology plays into Percy's world. Uncle Rick answered my questions and answered them SO WELL

Hazel the horse girl

Frank the horsebirddolphinman

Frank, gentle himbo, my beloved son

MY FAVORITE SCENE WHICH INVOLVES PERCY NOT KNOWING HOW TO DRIVE, A HARPY, FRANK, AND HAZEL AND THEYRE ALL SCREAMING AND IM PRETTY SURE STUFF IS ON FIRE

Forced Proximity for 7 teenagers and one chaotically violent satyr (that's Coach Hedge)

Eros/Cupid being one the most genius things Rick's ever written

Percy's hate of Ares transcending god magic

(also his love of Annabeth, but that's like obvious)

PercabethPercabethPercabethPercabethPercabethPercabethPercabethPercabethPercabethPercabethPercabethPercabethPercabethPercabethPercabethPercabethPercabethPercabethPercabethPercabethPercabethPercabethPercabethPercabethPercabethPercabe

weird barely gnome things

this one giant whose name is definitely not pronounced like female anatomy

everyone thinking Percy and Annabeth are constantly getting up to the hanky panky

a statue made me cry

Gay Grumpy/Sunshine (or should that be Death/Sunshine) origins!!

TRIALS OF APOLLO

Apollo, vain himbo of godly proportions is forced to live as Lester Papadopoulos

Percy: why

a very chaotic twelve year old daughter of Demeter

she commands Apollo around

plant magic

terrible great haikus at the start of every chapter

Sally Jackson being the best mom to everyone who comes to her door

magic shoes

a sassy magic prophetic arrow that talks in Shakespearean English

so much gay grumpydeath/sunshine content

also yes sunshine's dad is Apollo

Apollo sings

Grover! Piper! Reyna! Hazel! All the friends! Everyone

Jason! (also im sorry)

what if there were some trees who were an elite squad of warriors who also answer to the chaotic twelve year old

gay moms of the midwest

unicorns

in the last book, chiron takes the campers on a 'field trip' to help take down the big baddie and he shows up dressed as a warrior soccer mom with granola bars, water bottles, and extra swords attached to his fanny pack

a different chaotic twelve year old while fighting to the death in a building that's on fire: "CAN WE GO ON FIELD TRIPS EVERY WEEK?"

chiron: "ROSE DEAR RAISE YOUR SWORD A LITTLE HIGHER!"

okay im not going to spoil it but in the last book there is also this extremely horrifyingly violent moment that Uncle Rick somehow turns into one of the most hilarious things i've ever read

Piper in the epilogue

CHALICE OF THE GODS

more insanely funny percy first person narration

Grover, Percy, Annabeth reunite ("the gang is back together!" "The three musketeers!" "Shrek, Fiona, and Donkey!" "Excuse me?")

have you met the god of himbos? (Percy has)

MANY

EASTER

EGGS

for Season one. you can totally see how Uncle Rick worked on the script and chalice together

if you liked Annabeth shoving Percy into the water....this one is for you

Percy, supreme god of snakes

the cutest cutest cutest cutest Percabeth content you will ever read

hippie gods (yes more than one)

Percy is literally obsessed with Annabeth

Annabeth already being the Jackson daughter in law

Sally Jackson and Paul and

For the record: You CAN read Chalice of the Gods without reading the other series, but please please please read all these books. The audiobooks are phenomenal.

#percy jackson #percy jackon and the olympians #pjo disney+#pjo series #pjo hoo toa #pjo #percabeth #heroes of olympus #trials of apollo #chalice of the gods #rick riordan #no spoilers #more or less

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ihavethedreamies · 2 months

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Pool Boy (2) | Taehyun

Kang Taehyun - TXT

Rating: M (18+) MDNI

Word Count: ~2.9k -3-

Pairing: Taehyun x AFAB!Reader

Genre: Reader-Insert, Smut, Porn with very little Plot

!!This is smut…if that much isn't clear you should probably leave now!! MDNI!

Warnings: She/Her Pronouns used, Small Age Difference (Unspecified, he calls her Noona), Pet Names (Princess, Noona, etc.), Swearing, Kissing, Oral (M! Receiving), Deepthroating/Face-Fucking, Semi-Public Sex (at work but in a bathroom), Unprotected Sex (Use a condom! She's on the pill)

Summary: You and Taehyun just couldn't hold back from each other despite the pool still being open. Luckily, you get to sneak away. There is a very slight amount of plot but it's not really consequential, just flirting.

Author's Note: This originally was going to be part of a really long series with a lot of plot, but it was taking too long and I was putting too much plot, more than I had initially planned. Because of that, I cut nearly all plot out and it's still three-thousands words of just fucking so…

None of the parts are reliant on the others, there is just a version for each boy.

-> Yeonjun <-

-> Soobin <-

-> Hueningkai <-

-> Beomgyu <-

I am cross-posting this on Archive. Please reblog! If you know anyone that would like this or future fics but they aren't on here my name and icon are exactly the same on the other site. Happy reading!

You were working in the front office of the pool, taking admission. You had been talking to Taehyun about some random stuff till your ex came up. Normally it would get you mad, but you felt more sorrowful. In comfort, he stood up and came over to you. You looked at him in curiosity as he stood between your legs. Your head had to tilt up some to see his face due to his height. As his hand came to rest on the back of your stool, you glanced out to the parking lot through your peripheral vision and saw no one. You two were hidden from the rest of the shelter by the wall. Taehyun halted, his lips hovering over yours, but he didn't kiss you. You clicked your tongue and initiated instead, and he immediately reciprocated. His hands came to your waist, and you were glad the stool had a back that you could lean in to. Your own hands came up to dance over his ribs, the skin revealed by his cut open shirt. He must have heard something you didn't, because he pulled away from the kiss abruptly, but he didn't step too far back.

"Do you need any help?" You heard a coworker speak out, and you let Taehyun go so he could step back and into view. It was fairly obvious he had to have been really close to you when the other person got close enough to look into the front office.

"No, we got it." He answered. When the other worker left, he apologized for answering for you.

"That's okay…" You drifted off, fingers rubbing your bottom lip again, remembering his soft lips against your chapped ones.

"Oh, geez." You grunted, noticing the ice in your coffee had already melted so when you took a sip it was a little watered down. It did help with the extra shot of espresso, so it wasn't horrible. Your stomach grumbled as well.

"You hungry?" Taehyun asked, reaching for his bag.

"Yeah, I grabbed something." You waved him off and grabbed your banana and granola bags from your own bag. Not even thinking, you unpeeled the banana and stuck the tip in your mouth. Taehyun's eyes fixed on your lips wrapped around the yellow fruit as you began to eat it. Feeling his gaze on you, your own flicked to him and you scoffed playfully.

"What a dude you are." You teased and instead of getting embarrassed, he scoffed back.

"What else was I supposed to think?"

"Hmm…" You looked away, coyly placing the banana back into your mouth, and proceeded to suck nearly the whole thing in at once. Glancing back at him playfully the look on his face floored you. He was just smirking, and you could tell the smug bastard was about to say something dirty. You took the banana out of your mouth and then broke a piece off to eat waiting for his comment.

"You want something bigger and better, hm?" He raised his brow and you gaped at him. Letting the peel flop over onto the fruit, you chucked it in the trash.

"Hey, Brandi?" You got off the stool and called over another coworker as she was coming in from the drink bar.

"Yeah?" She came over and Taehyun followed you as you went to her.

"I am going to do something extremely against the rules, but I need you to cover for me." you whispered to her, and she tossed a look at the boy behind you.

"Oh." She chuckled, nodding in approval.

"Can you?"

"Girl, its fine, you really think no one hasn't snuck off before?" she asked, and you narrowed your eyes in suspicion at her.

"Hmm, we'll touch on that later. I'm taking him into the back restroom, and you will cover the desk, m'kay?" you asked, and she gave you a thumbs up. She walked past you two to do so, and you went to him, taking his hand and leading him.

"Where are we going?" His tone was playful, getting an idea. You unlocked the back office, then went in without turning on the light. You unlocked the unmarked door and dragged him in, letting it close before you turned the light on. The vent fan kicked in and the light flickered on. Unlike the somewhat run-down restrooms the guests used, this bathroom was nice and looked like it was in a nice house. Plus, the fan would mask any noise. Taehyun caught on quick and stepped closer, you grabbed his shirt and spun him around, backing him into the counter of the sink.

"(Y/N)?" He smirked and you stood on your tip toes so you could whisper in his ear.

"You got something bigger and better I can swallow?" you asked, and he groaned, you could feel it rumble through his chest.

"Is that what you want?"

"Fuck, yes." You snuck your hands under his shirt and over the hard ridges of his stomach and up to his chest. He pushed you back a bit so he could take it off and you openly ogled him.

"Oh, my, god." You whined and he laughed smugly.

"You can do whatever you want with me, princess." He spoke, leaning in and you kissed him again. The pet-name didn't sound condescending or arrogant, it was like it was your title. Taehyun's strong hands went to your ass, sliding his hands in your back pockets, digging his fingers into the flesh of your butt through the fabric. The strength in his grip made you gasp.

"That hurt?" He pulled back from the kiss."

"Fuck, no." You pulled him back in, tasting his tongue and he sucked on yours. As he pulled away, he sucked your bottom lip then smirked.

"I've been waiting to bend you over the nearest surface and fuck you till you couldn't see straight…but your idea is nice too." His hand came to your face and his thumb rubbed over your chapped bottom lip. You gave him your own smirk, and he let you go, allowing you to sink to your knees in front of him. The way he looked down at you made you shudder; you could tell that he would be more dominating just from his personality. Once you were settled on the cold tile floor, your mouth watered, he was already hard underneath his red swim trunks.

"Go ahead, princess." He leaned back against the counter, ready to just let you take the reins. He had to admit, it was incredibly arousing seeing you on the floor, ready to suck his cock. Even more so that you suggested it. Your hands went to the waist band, and you carefully pulled it away and let the garment fall to the floor.

"Oh, Tae~" His cock was so pretty, and thick. Not for sure your jaw could stay open so wide for so long, you shrugged then began to take the head into your mouth. He sighed as you swirled your tongue over him, and you whined at the taste of him.

"I taste good, princess?" He teased and he rolled his eyes back as you hummed in agreement and took him deeper into your mouth. If you liked sucking his cock, he would let you do it all you wanted. He honestly wasn't expecting you to respond that way to his joke though.

"Ah, fuck, noona~" He sighed again as you managed to fit him in your mouth all the way till he hit the back of your throat. You shot your eyes up to look at his face, the confident look was still painted there despite the red tint on his cheeks. While making eye contact, you saw his slight shock when you continued, letting his cock bury in your throat. He actually moaned that time, though softly. Your nose pressed to his skin above his cock, and you swallowed around him. If you were controlling your own movements, you could hold your gags back. When you were finally needing more air, you pulled back, sucking hard, then descended again. Your hands rested on his upper thighs and his hips jumped suddenly, burying him deeper in your mouth. That made your cunt pulse and you looked to his face again.

"Sorry…" He huffed and you pulled off him all the way and shook your head, stroking him with your fist.

"You wanna take over?" You questioned, kitten licking the tip of him.

"Are you sure?" He ran his hand over your hair, and you nodded. The hand on your head buried into your hair then and he took over. Taehyun slipped his cock past your lips, and you braced yourself on the floor and he began to fuck into your mouth. You were going to be the death of him, and he would welcome it. When he fully sheathed himself, you gagged slightly, but you were taking him so well. His hand rested lightly on your throat, he could feel it swell with his dick and he grunted, already feeling close.

"Princess, I'm going to cum-" He groaned, ready to pull back, wanting to see his cum paint your face. Though, he was far from disappointed when your hands on his thighs gripped, making sure he stayed where he was. This threw him over the edge, and he felt you swallow around him as you took each pump of his cum. You could feel your cunt pulse with arousal, the fabric of your panties sticking to your folds. Slowly, you pulled off his cock, he was still half hard. You cleaned the rest of the cum from him with your tongue and you sat back as he recovered.

"You like that?" He chuckled and you nodded with a coy hum.

"You tired?" You tossed back and he hummed himself.

"Come bend over here and I'll show you," he patted the counter, and you giddily did so. He moved to stand behind you, shoving his discarded trunks across the floor with his foot. Taehyun wrapped his hands around your waist and rubbed the skin there before helping you remove your top. He swiftly removed your bra as well as you undid your shorts. After your remaining garments hit the floor, he pressed on your back and your chest landed on the cold counter.

"You're fucking soaked." He cooed as his fingers stroked through your dripping folds. You whined and the tip of his finger circled your entrance before he buried two inside you. He immediately set a relentless pace, crooking, and wiggling his fingers against your gummy walls. In the mirror above the counter, you could see when he removed his fingers, he brought them to his lips and sucked your cum off his fingers. His eyes met yours in the reflection and he smirked, grabbing you at your hips and lining his cock head up with your cunt.

"Get ready princess." At least he warned you. Your cunt fluttered as he fucked himself as deep as he could in a swift thrust, but it wasn't rough. He sat inside you, brow furrowed for a short time, reveling in feeling your pulse, heat, and wetness around his dick. Despite him being the shortest of his friend group, he was still much bigger than you. Deep inside he looped on the thought of holding you close, enveloping you in his arms, but in that moment, he was dwelling on watching your cute little cunt swallow his fat cock. Your mind was focused on trying not to clench around him too tight. Despite your dripping wetness, the stretch burned but you loved it. You were able to feel the ridges and veins of his cock as he started to pull out, before giving a shallow thrust.

"Fuck!" You gasped at the power he put in his hips, and he chuckled as you rested your head onto your folded arms. If you had ever thought another guy had fucked you hard, you were in for a ride. You were expecting him to start slower, gentler, but no. His thrusts immediately were punishing, pulling out a little over halfway before his hips snapped, he hit your sweet spot every time. His blunt nails dug into the skin of your ass, and you were having trouble catching your breath, your fingers now wrapped around the lip of the counter. Your orgasm rose quickly, out of nowhere, and he just barreled through it. Tears sprung to your eyes as the force of your climax, and he grunted as the vice of your cunt tightened further. He was somewhat merciful, slowing down, staying deep but barely pulling out. He grinded his pubic bone into you each time and you were still quivering, aftershocks radiating through you. After your cunt stopped squeezing so tight, he pulled out.

"What?" You were quickly spun around, and he lifted you onto the counter, pulling your legs around his waist as he sheathed fully into you again. You threw your head back, the crown hitting the cool mirror behind you. Taehyun loved seeing your bare form in front of him like this, a healthy blush painted over your face, neck, and chest. Your nipples were hard, your breasts bouncing with each thrust. As he got as deep as he could he marveled at the sight of your folds straining around him.

"T-Taehyun~" You moaned, trying to stay a little quieter even with the vent fan running.

"You're taking my cock so good, princess." He praised; the little compliment making you twitch around him. His knee hit the wooden cupboard door under the counter, and he hiked one of your legs over his arm to get a better angle. You nearly screamed as he fucked into you, he was forced to seal his mouth of yours to muffle your noises. The kiss was messy, drool dripping down from your mouth as his tongue wrestled yours. He wanted so badly to latch onto your shoulder, bite and suck till he left a mark, proving that he had done it. You were still white knuckling the counter, but he grabbed your arm and helped guide you to hold onto him instead. He groaned as your fingers buried in his hair, tugging slightly. If only he wasn't a lifeguard, otherwise he would love to feel your nails dig lines into the skin on his back. One day, he would let your scratch and bite him all over, and he would suck and nibble all over you. Taehyun pulled away from the kiss and your tongue stuck out of your mouth some, you looked completely fucked out.

"Want me to come inside, hm?" His thrusts were losing a consistent rhythm, and if anything, got harder.

"Y-y-yes!" You whined, wanting it so bad. You would never straight out admit to having a creampie kink, but you sure did.

"On…pill!" Your gasp was forced out by an even harder thrust from him.

"Then take it, princess." he whispered in your ear, grunted, sighed, and filled you. This threw you over the edge yourself and he smirked, feeling your cunt squirt with your orgasm. Good thing you were in a bathroom because you made a mess all over him. He was a little worried he overdid it since you still had to go back out and work the rest of the day.

"You okay?" He asked, slowly pulling his softening cock out of you. You nodded with a whine, still looking dazed. There was a private shower in there, it was still at a pool after all, and he decided to make use of it. He turned the water on and let it get warm before he went back to you, still panting.

"Come here, princess." He easily picked you up and brought you to the running water. He made sure you could stand okay on your own and you both took a quick rinse off to remove all traces of sex.

"You squirted on me." He huffed and you turned to him, mortified.

"I did?!" You knew that orgasm felt different but didn't know that's what had happened. You did tend to get extremely wet, but that was new.

"Yes," he kissed your cheek, making it flush red, "you look so cute falling apart on my cock." His words went straight to your cunt, and you really didn't need that then. You needed to get put together and get back to work, not get turned on and go for another round. There were towels under the sink that he grabbed so you could both dry off before redressing. You shook your hips as you pulled your shorts back on and he chuckled at your cuteness. Looking over yourselves in the mirror, you were still blushing, cheeks blotchy and red.

"Geez." You clicked your tongue, patting at your cheeks to try and at least even out the redness. Other than that, your clothes were in order and your braid hadn't gotten too messy, it actually looked a bit better.

Brandi came out of the front office, and you took her place so she could leave for the day.

"Did he dick you down good?" She teased you and you widened your eyes in exaggeration as a response, nodding.

"Girl~" She laughed at this, and you waved at him goodbye as he left with the rest of your coworkers from the first shift.

-> Yeonjun <-

-> Soobin <-

-> Hueningkai <-

-> Beomgyu <-

Masterlist

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c0la-queen · 2 months

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Matt Headcanons | The Clean Friend

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Appearance:

Matt is the palest of the group, and has freckles across his face. He's very proud of his freckles, thinks they're one of his best features. His eyes are a bright blue. Sometimes the others joke about him having the "autism stare" (not in an ableist or mean way, they mean it lovingly). He has no facial hair, never really grows any.

Matt is the third tallest, and stands at 6'2. He's lanky and has the sluttiest waist of the entire group. Snatched. We love that for him.

He doesn't have any tattoos or glasses, but he does have his ears pierced. Usually wears little studs in gold, black, or purple.

Family Life:

Matt was raised by a single mom. However, he is lucky enough that his mom is an absolute girlboss icon and was able to support herself and her baby with her career as a fashion designer.

His relationship with his mother is extremely healthy. She taught him to love himself and express himself in whatever way makes him happiest. They talk frequently and he has lunch with her whenever they both have a free schedule, since she lives in town.

Matt is an only child, but grew up with Edd and Tom (and eventually Tord) so he doesn't mind.

Personality:

Matt is a little stupid, but he's got the spirit. I don't mean he's totally an idiot. He knows things, and got average grades in school. He just tends to lack common sense and can sometimes be a little bit of a bimbo.

He's a self love king. Loves helping other people learn to express themselves. In his mind, nothing is more rewarding then helping people find their style. Passionate about good hygiene. Has a skincare routine and will help Reader create one for herself as well. Will help Reader learn how to take care of her hair properly if she lets him. Always reliable for outfit advice.

Gift giving is his love language. He likes to buy the roommates expensive little gifts that he knows they like. But he'll cry happy tears if Reader buys him gifts, or gives him little crafts. Will keep every paper flower, origami butterfly, and love letter you give him.

He really likes helping out around the house. One his days off from work, he'll do the cleaning . He finds it peaceful and refreshing. Will happily let Reader help him if she wants to.

Actually pretty decent at cooking, but he usually just cooks for himself when home alone. Of course, will always cook Reader something if she asks him to.

Not the granola mom type of health freak, but he does prefer home cooked meals to processed foods. Still, can appreciate a good night of take out food every so often.

Has had several arguments with the boys over the color of his hair. They tell him he's "just ginger", but he will angrily insist that he's strawberry blonde. The arguments are always playful and end with eye rolls and stifled smiles.

Matt probably needs glasses but he doesn't realize it. His vision isn't the worst, he just thinks its natural for far away things to be kind of blurry.

A little scatterbrained, but in a cute way. The type to frantically search for his phone when its in his hand. Has to verbally run through a list of things he needs to have with him when he leaves the house- does it with whoever is nearby.

"Brutes." "This is why we can't have nice things!"

Not a huge fan of video games, but he likes playing Cookie Run Kingdom on his phone. Enjoys watching the others play games during game night.

I decided to take his humorous narcissistic personality and tone it down a bit. Instead, he's pretty active on Instagram and Tik Tok! He's not an out of touch influencer, hell he doesn't even consider himself an influencer, despite the fact that his mother's identity has gained him a decent following. He really just enjoys posting pictures of himself and the roommates in their daily lives (with their permission of course, and he doesn't obsess over posting every single detail) or making GRWMs, fun little story times, and fit checks. He really just treats it like an average person would treat their social media.

Smells like citrus and lemongrass.

Of course, we have to address the vampirism. When in his normal form, Matt's fangs are small, really just looking like unusually sharp canines, his ears are slightly pointy but not enough to draw attention, he still shows up in mirrors and photos, and can be out in the sun- just sunburns easier, nothing a strong SPF can't handle. However, in his more vampire like form, his fangs get longer, his eyes go red, his ears get pointier, and the sun starts to hurt him more. As for blood, he can tide himself over from a day to day basis with tomato juice or smoothies made of red fruits/veggies, but once a month he does need to feed on blood. The roommates all help him as best they can. Tord gets him some bags of blood and when questioned about it mutters a little "don't worry about it" (don't worry, he just picks up some from the medics in the nearby Red Army base that they keep on hand- soldiers can donate blood twice a year) or Tom goes out and hunts for him if the situation is particularly bad. If Reader offers to let Matt drink her blood, Matt would refuse. He doesn't want to hurt her, and won't do it even if she offers it.

Playlist (From My Spotify Playlist For Him):

Olivia Rodrigo

Florence + The Machine

PUBLIC

Harry Styles

One Direction

Hozier

Mitski

ABBA

Lady Gaga

Kesha

#eddsworld #eddsworld matt #eddsworld matt x reader #eddsworld x reader

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m00n-pr1sm · 7 months

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Amy Dunne Character Analysis

Disclaimer

This analysis will be of Amy’s character from both the book and the movie, although the 2014 movie adaption takes greater precedence with only some additional details and quotes included from the book as it does delve deeper into Amy’s psyche and add further characterization. Thus some traits may be accentuated further than they are in the movie, not being completely faithful to either story. It’s an analysis of Amy in her totality across mediums, of course being entirely my opinion. There are of course adaptational differences but I will not include the major ones from the books (ex. her relationship with Hillary Hand). This is an analysis focusing primarily on Amy’s neuroses she demonstrates and the childhood links to them, it doesn’t cover in-depth the events nor themes of Gone Girl.

Amy Elliott Dunne, the ever enigmatic protagonist of Gone Girl, one of the most iconic female villains in modern memory, and one of the paragons of the “good for her” trope in media, is frankly one of my favorite characters of all time. As such I have been dying to write a full analysis examining her neuroses and characterization. Beneath the cultural perception of just another “crazy psycho” for girls to claim “she did no wrong” or “she just like me fr!”, lies a fascinating character who is masterfully written and developed by Gillian Flynn. Not to mention perfectly portrayed by Rosamund Pike in the movie. Amy Dunne is a character with a deep, complex psychology that I will do my best to thoroughly explore in this analysis.

From Amy’s childhood we first see the emergence of a literal high ego ideal, Amazing Amy. Of course this is the children’s book series created by her parents with a fictionalized version of Amy being the eponymous protagonist. This was a version of herself that rectified her own personal failures. Amazing Amy became a prodigy at cello, when Amy quit at 10, Amazing Amy made varsity volleyball, Amy got cut freshman year. Even in the (at time) final book in the series, Amazing Amy got married, a task Amy had not yet done. The entire book series revolved around Amy always making the most virtuous, the most selfless, the most perfect decisions.

>”With me, regular, flawed, real Amy, jealous, as always, of the golden child.”

An interesting detail in the book that is omitted from the movie is Marybeth’s numerous miscarriages and stillbirths (which totaled 7). All of these girls were named Hope, until Amy was born. Amy expresses her jealousy towards them, as they were always seen as perfect without ever living; meanwhile Amy herself has to live life everyday knowing that she will never truly live up to the Hopes. That she has to try everyday to be the best she can be. Her very birth was mired in the expectation of a perfect child; given that she was practically a gift from the heavens to her parents.

This sets up Amy’s perfectionism, as the childhood experience of never living up to a projected ideal led her to want to be perfect (and as we’ll later see, the expectation that everyone else is too), to live life always through the gaze of another. Evidently this leads to a loss of one’s inner essence, one’s individuality and sense of self.

>“-I’d never really felt like a person, because I was always a product” (Book Quote)

Amy’s obsession with personas can be seen as emerging from this, as she adapts a personality depending on who she’s interacting with, as to always be the most appealing she can, she is Amazing Amy after all.

>”I’m not sure, exactly, how to be Dead Amy. I’m trying to figure out what that means for me, what I become for the next few months. Anyone, I suppose, except people I’ve already been: Amazing Amy. Preppy ’80s Girl. Ultimate-Frisbee Granola and Blushing Ingenue and Witty Hepburnian Sophisticate. Brainy Ironic Girl and Boho Babe (the latest version of Frisbee Granola). Cool Girl and Loved Wife and Unloved Wife and Vengeful Scorned Wife. Diary Amy.” (Book Quote)

This general attitude leads to people trying to impress her as she places herself as someone special and especially someone to keep around. Not to mention she’s incredibly pretty and alluring. Enticing both the characters and viewers of the film through her enchanting aura. However we’ll see this dramatically backfire in her relationship with Nick, just you wait!

However for now we can focus on the beginning of their relationship as well as what I believe to be Amy’s view on romance.

I believe that Amy has an impossibly high standard of love, one that stems from her perfectionism and general inability to let down her guise of being amazing. Not to mention how her parents were a perfect match, Amy even referring to them as soul-mates.

>”They have no harsh edges with each other, no spiny conflicts, they ride through life like conjoined jellyfish—expanding and contracting instinctively, filling each other’s spaces liquidly. Making it look easy, the soul-mate thing.” (Book Quote)

In her childhood it’s implied that she was into romance novels, specifically Jane Austen’s Pride and Prejudice, which obviously contributes to the idealization of romance, of a literal scripted love.

>”You were an alienated teen and only Elizabeth Bennet understood you”

I think this little quote is incredibly indicative; it establishes a sense of alienation, of Amy never quite fitting in and blending with others.

>”So many lessons and opportunities and advantages, and they never taught me how to be happy. I remember always being baffled by other children. I would be at a birthday party and watch the other kids giggling and making faces, and I would try to do that too, but I wouldn’t understand why. I would sit there with the tight elastic thread of the birthday hat parting the pudge of my underchin, with the grainy frosting of the cake bluing my teeth, and I would try to figure out why it was fun.” (Book Quote)

Back to the topic of romance, through these stories it allowed her to imagine her perfect romance: if Amy could find that one person that truly understood her, beyond the illusion, that then would constitute a perfect union of love. She does deep down (whether consciously or not) want to be loved for who she is; not the idealized, palatable, literal marketed version of herself. Thus she holds trust as a premium, expecting that if she does the Herculean task of unspooling and revealing herself to another, that the other person would love her no matter what.

>”Can you imagine, finally showing your true self to your spouse, your soul mate, and having him not like you?” (Book Quote)

However all of this culminates in an impossibly high standard of a lover, of a practically divine mythical love; where one loves totally and absolutely. Of course where this neurosis is most demonstrated is in Nick and Amy’s relationship.

Amy comments that after meeting Nick she finally felt like a person as he brought out a side of herself that hadn’t been seen, in her own words “a lightness and an ease”, something that Amy enjoyed. In her eyes they had the perfect relationship in the beginning, Nick was her compliment with the witty banter, with their inside jokes, and charm.

However this doesn’t just vanquish her childhood neuroses, through her desire to be seen as perfect, she modifies herself to be a “cool girl” for Nick, complying endlessly to standards to maintain this perception.

>” When I met Nick Dunne, I knew he wanted a cool girl and for him, I’ll admit, I was willing to try.”

Amy essentially became Nick’s image of a perfect girl, witty, fun, and most of all easy-going and forgiving.

Yet one cannot live forever in images and ideas; and as such, the real, true Amy emerged. The Amy that cares too much, that’s hard to get along with, that is a controlling perfectionist. She also tests Nick through the treasure hunts, weaving in little details about their relationship as to challenge Nick and hope that he remembers the things they do together as deeply as she does. Combined with the 2008 recession and declining health of Nick’s mother (the consequences of which will be explored later). As well as Nick’s growing dissatisfaction in the relationship (evidenced by his worsening performances in the treasure hunts, the cheating, using her for sex and ignoring her otherwise, etc). The illusion both Nick and Amy were living in crumbled; they couldn’t possibly sustain their relationship as they were both striving to fulfill reciprocating images for the other.

One of the biggest parts of her character is Amy’s elitism and entitlement, in which she thinks of herself as someone superior, someone that deserves to be loved absolutely for who she is, although only to people she considers worthy.

>”She’s easy to like. I’ve never understood why that’s considered a compliment—that just anyone could like you.” (Book Quote)

Once again this stems from her childhood, in a seemingly contradictory way, she also sees herself as special for being the one that survived from her mother’s attempts, as well as the fact that her birth was so tumultuous that she would be an only child. From this also stems her entitlement for love.

Amy actively looks down upon women she considers “average”, whom she sees as coming from mediocrity and continuously perpetuating that in their lives. She scoffs at them with her wealthy parents and NYC background until her marriage with Nick crumbles. Only then does she realize that she’s become the very woman she would previously disdain. A woman with a failing marriage, the loss of her previous wealth following the recession, and moving to a failed development in Missouri (What the hell’s in Missouri?) for Nick’s mother.

I truly believe this, combined with Nick’s infidelity, and most importantly the loss of her idyllic love culminated in the iconic Gone Girl plan.

>”Nick took and took from me until I no longer existed, that’s murder. Let the punishment fit the crime”.

Nick took Amy’s identity, her sense of self that she so generously revealed to him and rejected her. Implying that she would only be loved if played the role of the “cool girl”; stripping her of who she really was, losing herself in yet another persona. Although Amy admits she doesn’t really have a personality and lives through personas, she still has a semblance of self that she holds dear.

>”-made me realize that there was a Real Amy in there, and she was so much better, more interesting and complicated and challenging, than Cool Amy”. (Book Quote)

Worse yet, Nick had cheated on her with a “newer, younger, bouncer Cool Girl”, leaving Amy in the dust, surely damaging her pride.

But Amy truly fell in love with her idealized version of Nick, believing that she was responsible for shaping that version of Nick. That she deserved that man in his entirety, of course what gets Amy to come back to Nick is the Sharon Scheiber interview, in which he promises to make up with Amy in just the way that makes her think that Nick is the one person who gets her. He makes the little references to their inside jokes (2 fingers on the chin when they’re not bullshitting the other) and a reference to the end of the treasure hunt (always a contentious issue in their relationship). She’s reminded of who he was, that he was once perfect for her, who else could know how to appeal to her heart in just the right way? With the same passion and conviction she reverses the judgment on Nick, clawing her way back to him. She does so in an especially brutal manner, slashing Desi’s throat with a boxcutter right after he climaxes. Putting aside my enormous personal bias against Desi, he was technically an innocent man, taking a great risk in sheltering Amy. However it’s clear that Amy sees him as merely an asset and something to be disposed of once he serves his value, as another prop in her ever evolving masterplan; she did string him along for years through their letter correspondences. He was just another casualty in Amy’s search for idyllic love. She comes back dramatically, literally falling into Nick’s arms while still covered in Desi’s blood like a dress; fabricating an elaborate story about a love obsessed former boyfriend kidnapping and violating her. Despite the glaring holes in her whole story (If Amy’s marriage was as bad as she made it out to be, why did she go back to Nick so easily? How did she get access to a knife and kill him so seamlessly? Why didn’t Amy do anything when she discovered the stuff in Margo’s shed? etc), law enforcement, media, and the public all fully believe it, infatuated with the persona and narrative that Amy’s created for herself. In the end she traps Nick into the marriage and eventually, the family. The last shot of the film is a haunting recall to the beginning shot of the film, as Amy has both revealed and secured herself to be the master of the narrative, finally obtaining her perfect love, no matter what the cost may have been.

Conclusion

Through a constant demand in Amy’s childhood emerges a need for perfection, simultaneously bringing about a sense of superiority and entitlement. The use of personas and façades facilitate this, painting Amy as the most amazing cool girl for whomever she’s performing for, to feed her need to be seen as perfect and desirable. Yet there emerges a psychological detachment from others; as the need to perform inevitably leads to an internal hollowness. However underneath all these layers there also lies the true Amy who has the deep unconscious desire of wanting to be loved absolutely, to have a perfect union of love where she can reveal herself fully and be loved for who she is truly.

>disclaimer for tumblr lol, this is not me trying to claim Amy was innocent I am fully aware that she’s a terribly entitled and narcissistic person but she can still be complex and have relatable desires & be a person even if she’s massively fucked up!!

#amy dunne #gone girl #gillian flynn #I love Amy Dunne so much #my little meow meow #analysis #character analysis #final draft of the analysis me thinks!!#unless I rewrite the conclusion which is very likely :P #I want to write one comparing the book to the movie #and speak on those said adaptional differences #my gone girl brainrot is terminal #(no I never referenced her typology in this whatttttt…..)#this doesn’t have much commentary into real life stuff (I am e5 ni base I can’t speak on such matters)#this is just a -why Amy is fucked up and the way she is- analysis #Also I don’t care if Amy isn’t actually that much of a she just like me fr character. I’ve said it okay and I’m a teenage girl (checkmate)#also b4 anyone comes for me & is like Amy literally says she doesn't believe in unconditional love #so then y would she crave it/doesn't that disprove ur point #well 1. she's unreliable as FUCK 2. note my use of unconscious!!

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The runway- Part 2

Lenny Miller x reader (Cillian’s role in movie Anna)

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Lenny balanced the tray of coffees in his left hand to knock on the door, but there was no answer.

Fucking models and their queen’s treatment, he thought.

If there was something he valued, it was punctuality.

But his cursing internally was soon interrupted by the model greeting him with a wide smile, her hair up in a high ponytail, she was wearing a lilac sport outfit with tight leggings and just a sports bra. His breath was caught up in his throat.

“Come in, I hope I didn’t make you wait long.” She added opening the door.

“Don’t worry, I’ve just arrived.” Lenny offered her one of the cups of coffee he brought. “Your assistant told me how you like your coffee.”

Y/N shot him a surprised look.

“Black, with a shot of some weird milk.”

That surprised her even more, but soon a smile decorated her features.

“Sorry for the sweat, I needed to workout first thing in the morning or I won’t be able to do it later.” Taking a small remote, she pressed a button and the curtains started to open automatically, letting the sun sneak in the luxury apartment. “Please make yourself at home, I won’t take long.” And she disappeared giving Lenny time to look around.

The place exuded good taste and luxury, there was a huge sofa in the middle of the living room and a clear table in the middle with a few decorative books, candles and everything seemed to be in its place. A few photos decorated the bookshelf, but there was nothing pretentious in the photographs, they showed a Y/N that was a royal stranger to Lenny; she was hugging a woman that could easily be misplaced as her older sister, another one of her with a small boy.

Taking a sip of his coffee, he found himself moving towards the window nook, it had a gorgeous sight, at the bottom a huge fountain decorated the center of the exclusive building, it was surrounded by flowers and bushes and different plants.

“That’s my favorite spot.” Y/N admitted stepping into her living room.

Lenny turned to face her, but he wasn’t ready for her breathtaking natural beauty, unlike the previous day when he met her at the runway, Y/N’s face was free of make up, hair wet from the shower and he could smell a hint of peonies emanating from her. Her body wrapped in a simple blue dress, nothing too scandalous or eye catching. But she made it look as if it was worth a fortune.

“It’s a heavy reading.” He tried to distract himself, focusing on the book she had next to the window, making him read the title twice. “It’s a complex book.”

He held the Stephen Howking copy “The theory of everything”and looked back at her.

“It is, but I understand a word or two.” She joked turning to walk towards the kitchen where she had prepared a tray of fruits and granola. “I’m making bagels, hope that’s okay.”

Lenny stared at her from the doorframe, not fully believing she would eat something as a bagel.

“I know what you’re thinking… but these are my special bagels, I make them with almond flour and yogurt, and before you say anything it tastes good.”

Defeated, Lenny showed her the palm of his hands. “Wasn’t going to criticize your menu.”

“Good.” She turned around with a smile to make sure the bagels looked good in the oven.

“So what’s in the agenda for today?”

“I’ve rehearsal at eleven o’clock.”

Lenny raised his eyebrows in confusion, what did she had to rehearse?

“Carolina wants to make sure everything is perfect.”

With a frown, Lenny gave her a long and quiet look as she started to cut in half the bagels. “Carolina?” Was he supposed to know who Y/N was referring to?

“Herrera.” Y/N thought it was a bit strange he didn’t know who Carolina was, she was an icon in the industry, to be selected by her to hit her runway was a huge honor. “The epitome of elegance and class.”

“Right… I’m still getting familiar with your projects.”

“How long have you been in the agency? Never seen you before.”

Lenny pretended to be distracted with the bagel she prepared. “Over ten years, but I was part of another one.”

“So you knew Claudia and Iman?” Y/N looked at him with excitement.

“Of course.”

“And Gisele?” She had to be talking about the greatest models out there, and he didn’t lie about it, he knew about them… just not personally.

She hummed in a low tone and played with her watermelon.

As Y/N was about to ask Lenny something else, her front door opened with a loud bang, he was holding his gun out in mere seconds.

“Anna what the hell?!” Y/N stormed towards her sister. “I’ve been calling you since I woke up!”

“Shh don’t be so loud… ouh you got company little sis hehe. I’m not even here…”She brought a finger to her lips and started giggling.

Y/N looked embarrassed, she closed the door to her apartment and when she turned around, her sister was already flopping into one of her couches.

As Lenny moved in silence to hear their conversation, he learned Anna had been at one of the after parties that occurred commonly once the runway was done. But also that they were speaking in Russian. She actually exploded in anger when Y/N told her that Lenny was their new manager.

“Sorry about that.” Y/N apologized to him, he was so kind to even help her move Anna to her bedroom.

“Is this something common?” He asked in a low voice, a lot of questions on his mind.

Y/N sighed loudly and guided him out of her apartment, she needed to go to the rehearsal. “I’ve tried everything but she’s getting harder to handle. That’s why I started modeling.”

Lenny stared at her in total confusion. “I don’t understand.”

“When my sister started skipping her runways, Richardson forced me to take her place, when he saw I was good, he signed me in the agency.” Taking the lift, she continue. “We come from a difficult childhood in Russia, he offered us being France citizenship, a legal contract and a luxury lifestyle… but I’d trade all of this to be back home, Anna wouldn’t be an addict.”

Lenny couldn’t believe what she was saying. “Y/N has he ever threatened you?” They started their ride to the venue in silence, her facial expressions looked even more serious than when she was taking the runway.

“No directly… but Anna mentioned he somehow got some photos of her… compromising photos I mean.”

Lenny saved that information for later, for now Y/N was greeted by at least a dozen of people, she was rushed to a large installation of mirrors and lights.

“They want to change the hairstyle.” A petite guy with bleached hair announced, he looked in the bridge of a mental breakdown.

“I know you will make it look fabulous Jeremy.” Y/N winked through the mirror. “Jem this is Lenny, my new manager.”

Jeremy let out a loud squeal and looked between Y/N and Lenny. “He’s hot.” He said loud enough for Lenny to hear, he was right next to him after all.

“The filter doesn’t exist in Jem’s world.” Y/N chuckled.

“Don’t judge me with those eyes… I only say what I see.” He pointed at Lenny with the hairdryer.

Shaking his head, Lenny cleared his throat. “Not judging at all… I’m just learning.”

While they were talking about what look would fit better with the dress she’d be using later, Lenny got a phone call. It was someone trying to get his help to set up Y/N with a famous movie star, he needed some good press since he was starring a new movie and they wanted to get some candid pictures of Y/N with him. Lenny frowned disgusted as the other person at the end of the line requested to know Y/N’s tariff for the vanilla package of promotion and another one… more intimate.

Why would he offer her as a bail for the press?

Was this a common request in the media? Offer models as if they were fresh meat?

He rejected the proposal and as he started to walk again into backstage, he found Y/N rehearsing on the runway, following instructions and listening to someone who was counting her steps loudly marking each step with the snap of her fingers.

“This isn’t the famous lingerie show, I don’t want to see a single smile.” The woman said.

That seemed so strange to Lenny, what was the point of the long faces? All the models looked like they would rather be somewhere else.

“She’s exceptional, isn’t she?” A woman with blonde and short hair exuding elegance approached him, her chin up looking up and down at Y/N. “I’d love to have her back as the face of my new perfume campaign, I’m hoping to have a better relationship with you Mr. Miller than her previous manager.”

“I assume Mr. Richardson wasn’t your cup of tea.”

“That’s about right, I’m Carolina.” She introduced herself with a smile. “She’s the best of her era.”

Lenny folded his arms against his chest, his eyes fixed on your long but firm strides. “I’m sure she is.”

“Perhaps this isn’t the best moment to approach you with this, but I’d love to dress Y/N for The MET Gala, please contact my assistant tomorrow to make an appointment.”

Lenny hated not knowing what was going on, not controlling everything around him, and of course he didn’t have the slightest idea of what she was talking about. But he nodded anyways.

“I still remember the day she came into my office apologizing in the name of her sister for not showing up to the runway but offered me she could take her place instead.” Lenny looked at Carolina, her eyes were on Y/N. “She’s a natural, that’s why I accepted her to wear my designs… promise me you’ll take care of her.”

But she left before he could answer anything, she was gone, leaving him alone with his thoughts.

He knew he should be focusing on following the investigation, but he was starting to suspect he’d spending more time than he would like taking care of Y/N.

“Adam, I need to know everything about the MET Gala.”

“Are you attending boss?” He asked on the other side of the line.

“Comedy isn’t your best, get into it right now and email me the most important things about it.”

Adam was typing fast. “I’m making a presentation for you, the history of the Gala, the theme for this year, guest list…”

“About Y/N’s sister, try to find something about intimate photos with someone, Richardson threatened her about it, I’m thinking someone in the press got them.”

“Alright… there’s a long list of boyfriends and girlfriends as well, I’m checking messages. Hang on, there’s one phone number asking her for money about some photos, but the number is from a pay phone, I’m going to need some more time to get into it.”

“Do it, I’m taking a flight to Paris tomorrow, but this is a time bomb and we need results fast.”

“What kind of results?” Asked a sweet voice behind his back, turning around he found Y/N looking back at him waiting for an explanation.

“Oh shit, Y/N heard you.” Adam gasped and hang up.

“I got some routine check up, it seems like they mixed up the analysis or something.” He quickly replied and gave her a long convincing look.

“Are you sick?”

“Absolutely not, just routine.”

“I was wondering if you would like to have lunch? The girls are well… some of them don’t eat before the runway, but I’m hungry.” She laughed, it was almost a sin to say something like that.

Lenny sensed some kind of nervousness coming from her, so he decided to lighten the atmosphere. “Are you sure you’re a model? You ate a bagel this morning and now you’re hungry.”

Y/N blushed in a deep shade of pink.

“I’ve a good metabolism.” She assured guiding him to a room far away from the dressing rooms, God forbid them for getting the clothes smelling like food.

She asked for a salad, Y/N explained him that although she liked tomatoes, it made her bloated and broccoli made her stomach get swollen so she added extra olive oil as vinaigrette, strawberries and cucumber. Lenny asked for some salmon with sparragus.

It was a surprise to find out she didn’t feel nervous before the runway, she was sure the glam team would make a great job and the pieces of clothing she would wear later that day were a masterpiece, earlier Y/N explained she was really just the medium for people to look the designs coming to life.

He was shocked by how humble Y/N was, during their lunch, she calmed an assistant that was crying inconsolably because someone scolded her for a minor mistake, she greeted warmly the woman who was sewing a skirt and showed lots of interest in him, he had to get creative tho, sound convincing.

“Mrs. Herrera mentioned she wants to dress you for The MET.”

Her face was a total poem, she went from incredulity to extreme happiness in mere seconds.

“That’s a dream!”

“She seemed to be very fond of you.”

“I learned a lot from her when I started modeling, she gave me lessons not only on how to walk properly, but about life.” There was a hint of melancholy in her eyes, Lenny noticed. “I barely spoke English when I entered the industry, but every chance she got, she showed me something new, signed me up with an English teacher.”

Lenny had to fight the internal knot in his stomach as he saw her looking at her hands. Her expression changing.

“There was a time when my sister got high, she was really aggressive and kicked me out of her apartment, we used to live in the same building as Carolina, she was taking the elevator to her penthouse and believe it or not, she took me in, without knowing me back then, she allowed me to have a roof over my head that night. I’ll never forget that.”

He had judged her thinking her life was easy, but little by little he was learning nothing looks like it seems to be.

Lenny tried to change the subject but it only got worse.

“Are you friends with the other models in here?”

Y/N scoffed raising her eyebrows. “For some reason they’ve always rejected me, never made me part of the little private club.”

“But you’re the highest paid model at the moment.”

“And that’s supposed to earn me friends? This isn’t a golf club, Lenny, models compete for campaigns, for being a designer’s muse, they want to be in the cover of every magazine.”

“And you don’t?”

Y/N shook her head.

“That isn’t what I want.” She rolled her eyes. “They all think I got to the top by sleeping around with important executives like some of them have to do.”

Lenny rested his arms on the table. This new information could lead him somewhere.

“Are models being forced to fuck around to get contracts?”

“It’s not a secret some have done it to progress, to get magazine covers, to get photoshoots done, to hand over their portfolios.”

He needed names, proof of this black market, messages, meetings with the right people. But he needed to be subtle about his questions too, and right now it wasn’t the right time to ask more about what she knew.

“I can’t believe it.”

“This isn’t the dream job everybody thinks. This is prostitution disguised in luxury. I’ve been so close to quit, but Richardson wouldn’t let me.”

“You want to retire?” He asked in shock.

Y/N shuddered, leaning back. “This kind of job doesn’t last much, in a blink brands are choosing sixteens as the new faces, there’s always someone better looking or a heiress claiming to be a professional model… I better go and let the hairdresser and makeup artists do their magic, are you staying for the show?”

“Yes.” Lenny stared back at her as Y/N stood up elegantly and started to walk away, she moved as if a regular walk was made in the runway.

He had a lot of information to take in and investigate so he left to look for a private place to work from for a couple of hours before the runway.

“Adam, I need you find me where Anna was last night, she arrived at Y/N’s apartment this morning both drunk and high… I sent over a team to check over her but I’m thinking her dealer might be a good start, you know how it is, people do anything these days so it wouldn’t be a surprise the missing of those girls is linked to some cartel.”

“Alright boss, I’m working on it, she was in an exclusive club with some friends, drinking and kissing the DJ later. This is where it gets interesting they disappeared in a room upstairs but the tape of the club was deleted after that.”

“Do you see anyone we know there?”

“Yes, a famous boxer was there, some international influencers, a few managers… looks normal.”

“Someone is providing Anna with the drugs, that clue might lead us to something.”

“I’m hacking the DJ’s phone but he’s clean. He doesn’t do drugs, ou he got a wild night at the after-after party.”

“Adam, focus.” Lenny rubbed his jaw in frustration.

“Look, the DJ might fit the type, but he isn’t the bad boy here.”

“Keep looking.”

Realizing it was almost time, Lenny rushed past the models changing right there in front of everyone, but all of his attention was on Y/N; she looked like a total different person, but at the same time it was so like her, that blue dress was a total match to her persona, and she looked unbelievable well in it, she made it seem as if the dress was specially made for her.

He looked from afar as she took a deep breath right before disappearing before his eyes, only then, he turned his gaze up to the screen where he could see the camera offering a head to toe shot as she moved across the runway, hips swaying from one side to another, the fabric of the dress making it look as if Y/N was floating.

It wasn’t long enough and soon, she was rushing backstage, giving him a short smile to then start getting naked as if she was opening a bottle of water, Lenny dragged his eyes to the floor and took off his jacket suit to try to cover her naked form.

Once a breathtaking off the shoulders red dress hugged her slim figure, she was approached by the beauty team to retouch her make up and smooth the hair into a high bun, changing her features dramatically.

She went out once more to walk in the red dress and Lenny was torn between which one was his favorite.

Somehow she made it look as if time was slowing down with each stride.

Walking backstage again, she touched her heart and looked at the screen, cheering when every model started their walk.

“Thirty seconds to close the runway, Y/N.” Someone said loudly behind his back.

“Ready to do this my girl?” Carolina reached out her hand to Y/N while someone was fixing the end of the red dress. He now knew she closed the runway with the most important piece of the collection.

“Ready.” Lenny saw her squeeze Carolina’s hand and blew her a kiss.

“Closing the runway in three, two…” The organizer motioned them to go out and Lenny looked at the screen one more time, watching the designer and model walk with their hands linked to each other’s waists while the people stood up to clap.

After a kiss on the cheek and a warm hug, Y/N and the designer walked back with a pleased smile on their faces.

Not long after that, Lenny was walking next to Y/N to her apartment.

“So, see you tomorrow morning to take the flight to Paris.”

Lenny was about to ask her something about the unexpected trip for more fashion shows, but when Y/N opened the door, they were both taken aback to find Richardson sitting in her living room.

“Before you start with your life-lessons… as soon as this Fashion week season is over, you will no longer be my manager.” Anna announced with a serious expression.

An uncomfortable silence filled the atmosphere.

“Anna… why?”

“Don’t make a drama, Y/N we’re breaking parts finally! You’re the top model anyways.”

The sister’s ex-manager and Anna walked out from the apartment, leaving a shocked Y/N.

“I don’t understand why she’s doing this, he was always trying to confront us, supporting my contracts but turning my own sister against me…”

Lenny felt bad for Y/N, with all the money of the world, being the highest payed model of her generation, focusing only in doing her job right… and she was completely alone.

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Part 3

I don’t know how many parts this series will be, I guess I’ll just go with the inspiration ❣️ Dresses are from Carolina Herrera Collection from 2014 (Red ♥️) and 2017 👗 .

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russellsppttemplates · 2 years

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As long as I'm with you (Mick Schumacher)

Note: english is not my first language, and I have been thinking about this for a few days, it's my first time writing for Mick and yeah, just going to leave this here, I'm actually not sure how I feel about this but all in all I could delete this later and it will be your word against mine wether or not I actually posted it

Feedback is appreciated 🤍 and although I'm not taking requests per se, if you have any ideas or concepts you want to share, feel free to do so!

Tw: mentions of being ill, living away from family members, curse words

That night hadn't been the best. You had woken up at 3 am covered in sweat, the t-shirt you wore to sleep stuck to your skin along with the sheets that covered your legs, "for fuck's sake", you muttered under your breath. Getting up, your pounding head only allowed you to turn your bedside lamp on for soft light as you took your bedding off, discarding in on the floor as you headed to the bathroom. Checking the water and regulating it to the right temperature, you undressed yourself and threw the dirty clothes on the sheet pile. After washing your body and your hair, you got out of the shower and dried your body, grabbing a new pair of underwear and an oversized t-shirt. You made your way to the kitchen, grabbing a little granola bar so you had some sugar in your system before heading back to your bed, stopping by the bathroom to discard your hair towell, deciding that you did not have the energy to grab your hairdryer. You woke up again at 6 am, this time your head pouding even more, prompting you to grab a paracetamol and wash it down with some water, falling back asleep after it started helping.

You woke up at 8 am and despite the tiredness you felt, you couldn't get yourself to fall back asleep, rolling in your bed for a good half an hour until you gave up. Heading to the bathroom and doing your business, you then got to the kitchen and started preparing some toast and juice for breakfast. You were sitting on the sofa when your phone pinged, a text message from Mick saying he had landed and was on his way to your place.

Now that was something you hadn't thought about. When he suggested you guys spent his first day back together, you had been fine, just a stuffy nose and tiredness, making you agree with him and hoping whatever you had would pass quickly. You were feeling a lot better considering the previous days and the nightyou just had, but the thought of Mick wanting to do something with you in this state wasn't something you couldn't push yourself to do, and as much as you hated to do it, you had to tell him how you were feeling. You had refused to admit to Mick that you hadn't been feeling well during the weekend, wanting him to focus on his race. Since the timezone difference was a significant number of hours, you managed to speak with Mick only through messages and quick phone calls, the only time you were able to video chat you were already in bed, disguising your tired face from the toll whatever bug you had caught was taking on you with the sheets and low lighting. So you pressed the telephone icon, waiting for him to pick up as you stuffed the dirty sheets and clothing from last night in your washing machine, "Hi schatz, I'm just leaving the airport now. Do you need me to bring you anything?", his voice came out of your phone speaker, "Hi bubs, how was the flight? About that... I'm sorry but I think we're going to have to cancel going anywhere today, I had a really bad night and I'm so so tired I don't think I can go anywhere today. I really wanted to spend the day with you doing something, I miss you loads", you said. Mick was quick to pick up on the disappointment and tiredness in your voice, "Nonsense, we don't have to do anything special. How about I grab some food and we spend the day on the sofa? How does that sound?", he replied. You sighed, appreciating the man on the other side of the line, "you're sure you don't mind? You can go hang out with somebody else, I don't mind", you said genuinely, "I don't care what we do. As long as I'm with you, that's all I care about. Do you need anything specific?", he asked, earning a negative reply on your behalf and then bidding eachother goodbye.

Looking around your place, it was actually pretty clean. Since you had spent the weekend in your bed, the rest of the house was actually tidy, "only need to tidy the bedroom now, Y/N, c'mon", you told yourself as you got to work. You made your bed, now properly fitting the sheets you roughly replaced in the early hours, making your bed and grabbing any cups and bottles of the many liquids you had been drinking, opening the window so the air renovated too.

You were washing the plate and cups when someone knocked on your door and, drying your hands in one of the towells, you went to open the door, "Hi, my love! Oh, I can get that", you said grabbing his back pack whilst you both got inside, setting his bags on the living room. "I got some pasta from that place we went the other day that we really liked, some chocolates and", he unveiled something from behind him, "these, I hope you like them my love", he said referring to a beautiful bunch of flowers. You were in awe of him, warmth spreading through your chest, "I love you so much and I want to kiss you so badly right now", you grumbled, "Why don't you Schatz?", your boyfriend asked, not understanding what was stopping you.

"I'm think I've caught something, probably sweated it off yesterday, but I don't want you to catch it", you pouted, not looking at his face, already imagining the concerned look on his handsome face. "Let's go question by question. Number one, you were sick?", he said, grabbing your chin gently so you looked straight into his eyes, earning a nod from you, "yeah, I think it's over now, I'm just tired", "Number two, why didn't you tell me?, he asked in the softest tone, not wanting you to feel like he was scolding you as he was only worried about you, "because I didn't want to distract you and I genuinely thought I would shake it off quickly", you explained. "Not exactly a question but number three", the driver said grabbing your waist, " I think I may have had what you had and might have even been the one to pass it to you so we can kiss, please?", before pressing his lips on top of yours. And how you both missed that feeling.

"I'm sorry, I just didn't want you to worry and bother you", you whispered after you broke your kiss, looking at his blue eyes, "You know you could never be a bother for me, right?", Mick said brushing your hairs away and pressing a kiss to your forehead, "now c'mon, let's eat because that pasta won't eat itself", he said sitting you down as he went to the kitchen to grab cutlery.

After a brief discussion about who would clean the dishes, you won and went in the kitchen while Mick prepared the living room for your afternoon.

"I'm done in the kitchen", you said, walking in your living and seeing the blankets and pillows all fluffed up on the couch, an array of sweets on the table and the TV ready for you to choose something to watch, "you know you didn't have to do all this you know? I could've helped too", you said hugging Mick from his back and revelling in the feeling of having him so close to you. "I know you're very independent", he said turning around and grabbing you so he could sit on the sofa and you could sit on his lap, "It was one of the things that attracted me and made me love you in the first place, but I also enjoy taking care of you", he said as he pulled the blanket over the both of you. "It's just I have been on my own for most of the time and so there wasn't anyone else to get it done but me", you said, referring to your move a few years ago. You had gotten an amazing job offer and there was no way you could decline it, even if it meant moving to another country and away from your family. "But I'm enjoying this very much", you hummed, nuzzling your nose in the crook of Mick's neck and inhaling the comforting scent. "Well, I'm planing on being here for a long time so you can always count on me", he said pressing a loving kiss on your face, noticing your rapid blinking eyes indicating that a couple's nap was in order. And he wasn't a single bit mad about it.

#mick schumacher fic #mick schumacher imagine #mick schumacher fluff #f1 imagine #f1 x reader #f1 fanfic

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artzychic27 · 11 months

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This post! Science Kids Edition

Aurore: Straight Hair, Straight A’s, But She Ain’t Straight

She/Her Disaster Lesbian

Your classic closeted lesbian who sneaks out with her squad to go to pride under the guise of going to SAT prep

Her brother also comes up with clever cover stories

She gets a little… Wild

This is the one month out of the year where she doesn’t have to be the mom friend, and she makes it everyone’s problem

This girl will run through glitter, drink a ton of soda, and go on stage with drag queens and kings… And she has

It’s important to keep her on a leash

Aurore has punched a TERF and she’ll do it again!

Wears all of the lesbian flag print stuff she can find and SLAYS

Every time Aurore slaps a homophobe, a lesbian gets a girlfriend

Has a secret lgbtqia+ Instagram account. It’s just a bunch of gay stuff

She lets Cosette and Marc do her makeup before every event

This girl is a total simp. Once, a tall girl with waist length hair walked by, and Aurore swore she saw a goddess

Drinks the most juice pouches and it keeps her wide awake

Alyssa Greene and Little Miss Perfect are her anthems

Kissing every girl she sees… With consent.

Mireille: If You A TERF, You Yonna Die

She/They Omnisexual Demigirl

Her singing voice?… Beautiful

She got invited by drag queens to sing on stage with them

Will carry you if you ask

His gotten into many fights with protestors

Now they bring rainbow boxing gloves just in case

Pride is Mireille’s time to shine!

They dress in suits, lip sync, and leave everyone simping

Aurore’s impulse control… Actually, everyone’s impulse control

Makes sure to supply snack bags

Always looking glamorous in their nine inch heels

She and Theo are half siblings who enjoy crushing gender roles

Blows glitter in protestors’ faces, does a hair flip, and sashays away

Every time Mireille hugs someone, a small trans boy gets gets his wings

She and Denise are the most responsible out of the class during Pride

Marc: A True Pride Icon

He/Him Gay & Genderfluid

Born on the first day of pride during a pride parade

Time to break out the ten inch platform boots

Beauty guru and goddex

Carries people on his shoulders (Mostly Nath)

High kicks the TERFs

Dyes his hair rainbow every year

He and Cosette are the only ones allowed to do anyone’s makeup after… The incident

He gets gifts from people. He’s not complaining

A proud Glamazon

Zoé’s partner in Punk Gayness

Every time Marc picks someone up, a gay guy gets elected into office

Taking names and breaking hearts

Everyone’s gay uncle

He will hold your hand and not even realize it

The Dykes on Bikes ADORE him

He eats SO MANY raisins

Not afraid to intimidate protesters with his height

Cosette: Dyes Its’ Hedgehog’s Quills Rainbow Every Year

She/They/It Demigirlflux Bisexual

To have your makeup done by Cosette is like receiving a kiss from an angel… Its good

Makeup is so on point that some drag queens have asked for tips

Keeps a backpack of emergency makeup. It’s Pride, everyone needs makeup

Always wears her hair in different styles every day

Dyes the white streaks in her hair pastel pink

Aurore’s soda dealer

Vogues like a boss

Rhythm Nation is the song it want playing at its funeral

Every time Cosette wows everyone with their makeup, an enby gets a cookie

Got a lesbian goddess to simp over them, and they won’t stop talking about it

Got some asshole arrested when he tried to roofie some poor girl. Turns out, he was a protester trying to “fix” an asexual

Has a makeup art Instagram and is nearly at 60K followers

Eats a lot of granola bars

Wears Zoé’s jacket when it gets cold

Zoé: MOVE! I’M VERY GAY!

She/He/They Sapphic

Has a shirt that says “Trans Boys Do It Better”

Sneakers no matter what

Wears so much She-Ra merch every year

She warded off protesters with her sword

Tags Audrey in posts just to fuck with her

Has been princess-carried by Cosette

And he wants to be carried again

Dyes her hair pink

Stole a motorcycle once with Aurore. And she’ll do it again

Sprays soda on TERFS

Every time Zoé flips her hair, a bisexual passes their math quiz

Takes a moment to pose with Marc and Jean for no reason

World’s greatest wingman

Rainbow Connection is her anthem

Has assisted in the beat down of a protester who hit Simon

Will buy a binder for you no matter the price

Jean: Theater Is… Very Gay

He/They Pansexual Demiromantic

Has mastered, “YAAAASSSS QUEEN!” when he was six

Cosplays with Reshma and Marc

The fan favorite was when he went as Black Widow

He has performed Broadway love ballads for a few lucky crowd members

All while in drag

Just a bit of a tease

Has gotten many fans over the years and was asked to perform with some drag queens who know his dad

Every time Jean belts a high note, Broadway gets just a little gayer

Supplies the energy drinks

Their mascara is *chef’s kiss* on point

Will kiss your hand

Hissed at someone when they wouldn’t leave Lacey alone

Like Marc, he also gets gifts from people

It totally doesn’t make Austin T jealous… Though, he has dipped Jean and kissed him before in front of a few of Jean’s admirers

Lacey: Taking Names, Kicking Ass & Eating Cake

She/Her Asexual Bi-Curious

She supplies the glitter bombs. You never know…

Wears a lot of sarcastic pride shirts

Ready to kick some TERF ass

Marc taught her how to walk in high heels

And in exchange, she taught him how to steal candy bars without getting caught

Somehow manages to climb to the top of parade floats without being seen

Wore a shit ton of sunscreen before she gave into Aurore’s pleading and bought an asexual print parasol

Can spot a drug in a drink from a mile away

She and Cosette have a bet going on. Whoever can beat up the most assholes trying to drug asexuals by the end of the parade gets fifty euros

Has choked a TERF with her asexual flag

She carries a lot of sweets in her bag

Every time Lacey runs through a public area screaming “I’M ACE!” An asexual gets a cupcake

Has several shirts that say, “I punch TERFs”

He brothers go in support of their sister, and her grandma even brought a sledgehammer to ward of protesters

Denise: The Buff Nonbinary Goddex We Want But Can’t Have

They/Them Nonbinary Polysexual

Second in command mom friend when Aurore is out of commission

Supplies the juice boxes

Does everyone’s nails and they all SLAY

Got into a muscle flexing contest and won, but at the cost of their sleeves

Simon bought them a tank top that says so

Every time Denise flexes their biceps, a trans guy gets his T-shots

Would be a wingman if people didn’t try flirting with them

Another proud Glamazon

Simon makes it a point to let EVERYONE know they’re dating

Like Marc, they don’t need to wear heels, but, who’s stopping them? No one, because no one wants to

Lets children braid their hair

They hand out flower crowns all in ten inch heels

They’re beauty, they’re grace, they’ll blast Haley Kiyoko in your face

Has dressed as Isabela Madrigal during one event, and people actually bowed

A terf came up to yell at them once

Then they walked away in love

Denise is a pacifist, but… If you harass anyone, especially Simon, they will make sure no doctor or deity can help you

Simon: The Human Sacrifice Who Somehow Dates the Goddex He Was Being Sacrificed To

He/They Demiboy Pansexual

Loves being carried, especially by Denise

In case you can’t tell, Simon’s got a thing for powerful strong-armed people

So… They simp a lot at pride events

Like Lacey, he also wears sarcastic pride shirts, but his are next level sarcastic

Every time someone tries flirting with Denise, he’ll magically appear out of nowhere and escort their lovely partner somewhere else

Bought one of those digital backpacks and reprogrammed it so it would bright up with pride flag colors

If he sees MAPs or TERFs… He will punt their asses. He will.

Brings his Polaroid camera

If he sees a bug, he will not let you step on it! EVER!

Brought his aunt to a pride parade to help her find a date. She left with ten new numbers in her phone

He wears a lot of Deadpool merch

Every time Simon slaps a TERF, another demiboy is born

Only allows Cosette to do their makeup

Gets sunburn every year. “Worth it!”

Steals everyone’s juice boxes

He’s an agent of chaos. By that, I mean he’s able to tie protestors’ shoe laces together so they trip and fall

Reshma: The Evil Lesbian We Were Warned About

She/Her Demiromantic Lesbian

She buys a shit-ton of a binders a week in advance and then hands them out to anyone who wants them

Also a proud Glamazon

Cosplays every day

Revolutionary Girl Utena is and will always be a fan favorite

If you ask, she will kiss you

She’s the lesbian your homophobic parents warned you about

Unintentionally adopts the kids who had to sneak out of their homes

Every time Reshma breathes, a two lesbians get married

Flips her hair in homophobes faces, and then all they can smell is strawberries

Homophobic guys have tried to flirt with her, and when she told then no for the third time, drag kings punted their asses

Seriously, the Drag Kings will die for this girl

Ismael is her best and only wingman

He makes sure any possible candidate is worthy of his best friend… So far, none are

She, Marc, and Denise are always posing for cameras

Although regal and a goddess, she’s the most excited for pride

Kills it every year in a crop top

Ismael: The Feral ASpec

He/Him Trans guy aroace

A true king

Probably has people wanting to create a cult inspired by him

Has been carried on many peoples shoulders, and he’s not complaining

Ismael and Lacey- Taking names and eating cake!

He actually does bring cake

Everyone wants to take a selfie with this guy

Makes sure to flip off his mom before leaving

Has a shirt that say “Free Parent Hugs”

Owns a pair of platform crocs

Rides his skateboard through the crowd and throws a bunch of glitter while performing tricks

There’s a TikTok account dedicated to him

The only makeup he will let touch his face is eye shadow, and maybe some black lipstick if he’s up for it

Makes sure to let the other trans people who snuck out of their homes that they are safe and loved

Yes, he gets sappy during these events, but only because he cares

Definitely paints aromantic flags on his pants

Breaks way too many hearts

Every time Ismael does a kick flip, a trans girl starts taking estrogen

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bowlzone · 7 months

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Sincerest apologies fellow cereal enthusiasts for my slight hiatus recently. September was a busy month that left very little time for serious cereal pondering. Heading into autumn, I look forward to getting back to regularly scheduled review content!

Todays cereal is Crunchy Nut Granola: Barista edition

Initial impressions: This cereal is chocolate mocha flavoured, which is incredibly exciting as the lack of coffee adjacent cereals has always been a slightly baffling omission. For two iconic breakfast foodstuffs, you would think there would be more crossover.

Two years ago I tried OffLimits Dash cereal, which is also coffee and chocolate flavoured. I really enjoyed that cereal, in fact it has been my favourite from OffLimits offerings so far, but the fact that it was caffeinated makes it unideal for a caffeine sensitive weenie like myself. It simply can not be paired with my morning latte without giving me a case of the Coffee Anxiety.

I wonder if this granola will fill a void that Dash simply could not, though looking at the back of the package and not seeing any actual coffee in the ingredients does not fill me with confidence.

Post bowl thoughts: I think the claim that this is ‘barista approved’ might be a bit of a stretch.

The granola itself comes in a mix of large chunks and small dusty debris, with an incredible chew that hammers home the fact that this is not a light snack, but instead a hearty meal. I don’t usually eat granola, so I poured myself what was in hindsight an incredibly ambitious bowl and consequently struggled through the last third at the ungodly hour of 7am, when a large meal is simply not meant to be consumed.

The flavour is where the bowl starts to lose me, it’s incredibly sweet, verging on sickly. Don’t get me wrong, it’s enjoyable, but just a bit much. There is a mocha flavour, but I can’t pin down where it’s coming from, perhaps some sort of clear powder coating on the pieces?

This is a cereal where your individual reaction may depend on your personal taste in coffee. Ideally I like my coffee strong and in the past I have also worked as a barista. There were several years where I drank four coffees a day and no water, which I’m sure you can imagine was an extremely sensible choice that made me feel physically and mentally good. As result of the mistakes of my youth, the coffee flavour of this granola is not very noticeable to me. However, my cousin also tried a bowl, they don’t drink coffee at all, so to them this granola did taste like coffee, and they loved it so much they ended up eating the rest of the bag.

Although ultimately I do recommend this granola, your mileage may vary. All we can hope as a cereal community is that this is the start of the great coffee/cereal crossover movement. If you do end up trying it, I’d be eager to hear all your thoughts!

#crunchy nut #coffee #why aren’t there more coffee cereals?#I would sell several important organs for coffee Cheerios

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oyesmendes · 2 years

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love is just a word - 3

a/n: am i scheduling this to come out early?? you will never know! but part three is out, and ngl this one felt a bit like a filler to me... but hopefully all that happens makes up for the drama in the next part hehhehe. i wanna hear your thoughts - who do you think is end game for Y/N? and how do you want this story to end? let me know what you guys think!! as usual, lots of love from me <3

read part two here!

Milan, Italy

One thing you could never learn to love, even after all your experience, is travelling. Hours on end on a plane to another city, the clammy feeling on your face and body when you land, jet lag, crowds at the airport, the list could go on. You hated being on planes, but for the first time in your life, you felt nothing but happiness to be on an eight hour flight to see the man of your dreams. Okay, too corny? Who cares. You landed in Milan after being in New York for less than 48 hours, and spent the last eight hours using complimentary wifi to watch different YouTube videos starring Pierre. You didn’t mean to be a creep, but you wanted to get to know Pierre as much as possible, in the shortest time you could. So far you’ve only gathered how he takes his morning coffee, and the faces he make when he was thinking of something, but that wasn’t enough for you to fall in love and gallop into the sunset with him. You’re still staring at your phone, headphones on your ears until you make it into the arrival hall and you see Pierre grinning at you.

“Mon amour.” He spins you around like you’re in one of those cheesy romcoms which makes you squeal.

“Mi guapo.” You kiss him, so passionately you almost forget you’re in public. Yes, it had only been 48 hours since you last saw him. And you may or may not have had him on FaceTime every waking moment you could, but this is Pierre you were talking about, how could you resist not seeing him? He takes you to his apartment, situated just outside the city centre of Milan. His home was gorgeous — nothing you’d expect out of a twenty-five year old bachelor.

"Welcome home, chérie."

He shows you to his room, or “our” room, as he insisted, and leads you to a corner of his closet which was emptied out for you. In fact, Pierre had emptied out specific corners of his apartment for you — you had a side at the bathroom sink, your own mug which he proudly handpicked, some of your favourite snacks in the kitchen, and even a little drawer in the living room to leave whatever knick-knacks you had to. Things were moving fast between you, and in any normal situation you would’ve been scared shitless; but this was Pierre, a formula one driver who lived more than half his life on the go. It was natural that he moved fast and wanted to settle down, so you decided to join the ride with him, full send, as Daniel would've said.

The next morning, Pierre is out of the house as the sun rose, starting his pre-season workout with Pyry. You took the chance to laze in bed for another hour before pulling on one of his hoodies and making yourself a bowl of cereal. You’re standing at the kitchen island, shoving granola and milk into your mouth while catching up on the news when you hear the lock to the apartment turn. You think it’s Pierre, and you’re making your way closer to the door when it opens slowly, and an older lady walks in carrying some grocery bags. Immediately you want to shriek and the older woman spots you as well, taking a second look at the unit number plastered on the wall outside.

“Uhhhh.. this is Pierre’s house?” She questions. You’re racking your brain at the familiar face in front of you when you realise. It's Pascale. Pierre’s mother.

“Yes! Oh Yes! He’s out on a run with Pyry, I just-“ you stop when you see the smirk on her face. You’re fiddling with the sleeves of Pierre’s hoodie and she notices what you’re wearing as well, the iconic driver number is too hard to miss.

“Pascale, Pierre’s mother.” You nod shyly, “Y/N, I’m so sorry we had to meet like this.” She’s placing the bags on the countertop and laughing,

“Oh don’t worry honey, you’re fine! I should be sorry that I intruded like this, I sent Pierre a text message last night but had no reply, so I just decided to let myself in.” Last night. Sexy time. That’s why his phone was buzzing so much. Heat rises to your cheeks as you rush to place the bowl and cup in the sink. Pascale is unpacking the groceries and she gestures for you to come over.

“I went to the farmer’s market this morning, and I got these tomatoes, look how beautiful they are.” She hands you an heirloom tomato the dark green and red pattern on the fruit indeed looking like art.

“These would be great with some mozzarella,” she continues. You’re only nodding, still too embarrassed by the incident earlier. Pascale was set to leave after dropping off the groceries, but ends up staying when you insist on making her a cup of coffee. You couldn’t help but be so drawn to her motherly energy, especially after being away from home for awhile. So here you are sitting in Pierre’s apartment with his mother, talking about eight year old Pierre in a go-kart.

“So he got bullied off the track by Charles?”

“Yes- Oh the aftermath of them arguing with each other, now when I look at them it seemed so funny.”

Laughter erupts as Pierre enters his home with Pyry behind him, and they both give each other questionable looks. Its only when he rounds the corner that he sees you sitting and laughing with your head thrown back, and his mother- wait, his mother?!

“Mama?” Pascale is mid-laugh as well when she notices Pierre and Pyry.

“Oh honey, you’re back! I came over with some groceries from the farmers market and met Y/N.” She eyes Pierre and he’s so shocked he just nods. His eyes move to you and you shrug, smiling at him. He walks over to hug his mother, and she’s kissing him on the cheek.

“You didn’t answer your phone last night so I just came over, I didn’t think you’d have a guest over.” She shoots Pierre another look and his cheeks are pink. He mutters and apology to his mother before returning to your side, while Pyry is making coffees for the both of them.

“Well, I should probably make a move now, don’t want to be interrupting you all.”

“Oh no, you should stay! We don’t have any plans today, and I would love to hear more stories of Pierre.” Pascale laughs, squeezing your arm,

“I’ll tell you more when I see you at the next race.”

You nod shyly when she winks at you. She says goodbye to Pyry, and Pierre walks her to the door. She kisses him on the cheek and whispers into his ears, “She’s a good one, Pierre”

The door closes and Pierre turns to see you with your arms folded, “You couldn’t tell me that your mom was in town?”

He comes forward to hug you and you hear Pyry fake gag.

“That would have ruined the surprise, wouldn’t it?” You roll your eyes, pulling away from him. Pyry was getting their breakfast started, and you helped by washing the vegetables.

“Hey,” he hugs you from behind, “don’t worry, she loves you.”

“I’m not worried.”

“Yes you are,” he counters.

“I’m not-“

“Will you two lovebirds give me a break, please.” Pyry pleads as he holds up three eggs in his hands. Pierre has a look of mischief on his face in which you mirror, and the both of you stalk over to smother Pyry in a hug.

“I don’t mean it like that!” His arms are above his head, trying not to drop any of the eggs in his hand. You’re both squeezing him tightly and when he tries to move, both of you move along with him.

“C’mon you love us, right Pyry? Right?”

“Yes okay okay! Now get off, please!”

Bahrain, race week

“We’re really going to do this?” You ask, pulling the hood of your sweater over your head to hide your flat ass plane hair. Pierre nods, eyeing the baggage aisle for both your bags. You both arrived in Bahrain together, despite Carlos’ protests and arguments that you should keep the relationship lowkey for now. Pierre was supportive of any decision you would’ve come to, but you were ultimately the one to decide if you wanted to be public. So you said yes. But the fans outside the arrival hall doors scared you a little, with all their phones out and some of them even shouting both your names.

You started off a little worried, obliging when fans asked for photos with you instead of Pierre. You were afraid of their opinions and judgements, about what they would say online. But little did you know, the fans loved it. The moment the pictures started circulating, it was social media on steroids. Every fan account, wags account and even the official formula one page were reposting those pictures. There were haters, but the love outgrew the hate, and you were so glad to be welcomed by the fans once again. You arrived with Pierre at the hotel, meeting some of the other drivers who also just arrived at the lobby. Pierre was in conversation with Charles while you were at the concierge filling in the paperwork for your room.

“Did you have to make such a scene for yourself?” Carlos said in a low voice as he stood beside you.

“A scene? What are you talking about, Carlos?” You’re digging the pen into the paper, speaking through gritted teeth. Was he really being serious right now?

“The airport, pictures with you and Pierre leaving together. You’re telling me that wasn’t on purpose?”

“On purpose? For who? For what? You? Get off your high horse, cabrón!” You scoff, snatching your room keys from the reception. Carlos is stalking behind you, trying to keep it cool so he doesn’t cause a commotion. Pierre doesn’t notice until you’re grabbing your bags and stomping off. He’s hot on Carlos’ heels, trying to keep up so he could reach you first.

“Castaña, I’m just looking out for you-”

“That’s not needed anymore.” Pierre says from behind. A wave of defeat hits Carlos when he hears him. You’re still fuming, pressing on the lift button in hopes that it will travel faster. Pierre takes the bags from your hands and stands next to you, but your anger gets the best of you, and you stomp towards Carlos.

“I don’t need you to look out for me.” You seethed. That was the crack that caused the entire tsunami of words you were about to hurl at Carlos.

“The only reason I’m here,” you poke his chest, causing him to backup a step, “is because tía spent three hours on the phone, begging me to come here. She wanted me to support you and I’m trying, chilli, I really am. I’m doing this for our family, and everyone else to be happy. Anything in between that isn’t for you to comment or judge. I am no longer yours, and you don’t get to tell me what’s right or wrong.”

You stormed off with Pierre into the lift and up to your shared hotel room, leaving Carlos behind. He was shocked to say the least. He didn't know the reason behind your appearance this year, so to have you throw a bucket of cold water over him like that really shook him thoroughly.

Bahrain, race day

Carlos tried to keep the peace between you the entire weekend, and you stayed civil, not giving him the cold shoulder when you were surrounded by others, helping the both of you maintain a good façade. You both played your parts, smiling as you entered the paddock together on race day, donning one of the bright red team shirts you were handed earlier in the week. Yes you were annoyed with Carlos, but you cared for him as well, and naturally you then cared for his career. So you showed up when you were told, acted like you were told to and it made everyone happy. Many fans were speculating why you did not turn up with Pierre during the weekend, but the observant ones would notice the white cap labelled with your favourite initials and favourite number, clipped on the backpack you carried everywhere.

The race went horrible for Pierre. It started with losing his front wing, and ending up with a DNF by the end of the race. You were in the Ferrari garage, trying your best to be supportive of the team and Carlos, but you couldn’t help staring at the words “GAS” moving down the rankings as time went by. Pierre was out before the race ended, and all you wanted to do was be with him instead of being surrounded by a sea of red; but you stood in your place, try hard to focus on Carlos and his red mobile weaving through the track. You’re just blankly staring at the screen at this point, not even paying any attention to his position or the comms that you could hear in your ears. You see the chequered flag and the team clapping, just happy to have both cars in top ten, and you’re out of the garage immediately. There you see him, in the middle of the media pen, just wrapping up an interview with one of the journalists and he spots you immediately.

It looked dramatic, and ridiculous even, the Ferrari girl running towards an Alpha Tauri driver, but you couldn’t care less. He was in your arms in an instant, wrapping you close to his body.

“I’m so sorry, amor.” You’re whispering into his ear. Pierre doesn’t say much, just burying his head into the crook of your neck. You look over to see his PR manager with soft eyes, but she was also internally begging for the two of you to break away. You pull away from him first telling him to go, that you would come soon. He nods, head hung low as he follows his team back to the hospitality building. You enter the Ferrari hospitality, going into Carlos’ drivers room to pick your bag up, and change into a plain t-shirt before heading out. The alphatauri building wasn’t far off, and you slipped in with the paddock pass Pierre handed you earlier, finding your way around to his driver’s room. Pyry spots you, and he points you in the right direction which you were very grateful for as you made a dash up the short flight of stairs. You burst into the room, which made Pierre jump but he smiles when he sees you standing there, his cap on your head. He’s sitting on the tiny sofa in the room, arms open and you snake your way into them.

“Thank you for being here.” He mumbles into your shoulder. You hum in response, just holding him in your arms quietly. You’re drifting off when the door suddenly opens, causing the both of you to jump.

“Right, now I have to remember to knock.” Pyry stands in the doorway, covering his eyes with one hand. Pierre is throwing something at him as he closes the door, sending all of you into a fit of laughter. He shouts from the other side of the door, “You have two minutes to finish, gotta get to the press conference!”

You groan, hiding your face in Pierre’s chest. You could feel the vibration of his laughter in his chest and you want to capture this moment in your memory forever.

“Guess I gotta go,” he mumbles into a kiss.

“I better head back too, Carlos probably already has a search party out for me.” You joke.

Pierre opens the door and Pyry is standing outside, a mischievous look on his face as his eyes dart between the two of you. Pierre has him take a picture for the both of you with your camera, to commemorate your first race with him, and although it was a shitty race, you’re both grinning like lovestruck idiots in them that it makes everyone think he was the champion. He posts a story immediately, typing the caption as he walks you out to the paddock.

pierregasly: Always winning with you ❤️

You’re reposting the story while making your way back to the Ferrari garage, and you see that both drivers had already returned from media duties, fist bumping each one of the crew members. Charles comes over to hug you first, and you’re congratulating him for his P6 finish.

“Nice cap mate.” He winks at you and your eyes widen, quickly pulling the cap off your head. Carlos comes over next, and you hug him tightly, congratulating him on his P8 finish as well. It’s comforting for the both of you to be in each other’s arms, no matter how much shit has gone down.

“Good job Chilli,” you’re pulling away and he thanks you as you both make your way to his driver’s room.

“I didn’t see you at the Parc ferme.” Carlos states. Right. Parc ferme was another tradition between the two of you. You’d wait there after every race, no matter what position he finished, you were the first one to pull his sweaty body toward yours. This was the first season where you’d been to a race and wasn’t standing where he thought you would be. You muster up some courage, knowing how the following words could potentially hurt him,

“I was with Pierre.”

Carlos’ shoulders tensed and relaxed almost in an instant, but he just opens the door to his drivers room with you following behind him.

“Okay.” He doesn’t look you in the eyes when he responds.

Okay? The words felt odd, not forced, but odd. There’s a nagging feeling in your chest, telling you that this is your chance to speak with him.

“Look, Chilli I-“

“I said okay.” He cuts you off as he jumps to sit on the massage table and sips on what’s left in his bottle. You stand in the middle of the small room, hands resting on your hips.

You were met with silence, his eyes not meeting yours as he focused on the stain on the wall.

“Carlos-“

“It’s not the right-“ he cuts you off again.

“Will you let me speak?” There was a growing frustration within you, and every part of your body was trying to suppress it. Carlos doesn’t say anything, and you take it as your queue to continue,

“I’m sorry, okay? I’m sorry that things are not how they used to be. And I know that you’re upset, even though you’re trying so hard not to show it.” You walk towards the furthest end of the room, back leaning against the wall.

It was silent again, and you couldn’t decipher his facial expression. You call out to him one more time, and his eyes finally meet yours. He’s biting on the straw from his bottle, his grip around it loose as he lets the words fall out flatly, “you can leave now.”

You hear the words fall out of his mouth and you feel like you were thrown back to your 21st birthday. You want to open your mouth to say something, but decided against it. There was no use fighting anymore. Carlos watches as you stand up straight, walking out of his room without saying a word. You make your way to the AlphaTauri building, slipping past the crowds to get to Pierre’s room. You weren’t sure if he would be there, but you needed to find an escape, and he was your paradise.

The door swings open and Pierre is in the middle of taking off his shirt when he sees you standing by the doorway.

“Chérie, what’s wrong?” You don’t say anything and Pierre makes his way to you, leading you into the room before closing and locking the door behind him. He engulfs you in a hug and you melt into his touch, hot tears staining your cheeks. Pierre knows the exact person behind your tears, and its taking him everything to not walk over to the bright red building and swing his fists at Carlos. His jaw tightens, but he still holds you gently in his arms.

“Ma belle, did he hurt you?” Pierre asks and you shake your head. The words replay again and again in your mind.

Carlos told me to leave. I didn’t make the cut again. I am not a priority.

“He told me to leave.” You’re saying in between sniffles, “again. He told me to leave again.”

You hear Pierre mutter a string of French under his breath, and judging by the tone you know it isn’t him professing his love to you in a foreign language. He rubs comforting circles on your back and the both of you stay like this for a while before he pulls away to look at you.

“You know that I will never leave you, right?” Your heart swells at his words. It wasn’t often that you felt like this, in fact, you haven’t felt like this since Carlos. The emotions that you felt for this man was true love, despite only knowing him for three weeks and you were not sure if you could keep that secret to yourself anymore. So you just nod at his words, and Pierre plants a kiss on your forehead. Not many other words are shared between the both of you as you prepare to leave the race venue for the airport. There was still a tangle in your brain, struggling to put the right thoughts together. Pierre notices your daze as you both stood to wait for the ride to the airport and he squeezes your hand. He was about to say something when you cut him off, the both of you letting out breathy laughs.

“Let me speak first.” He nods, letting you go on. You nervously look from his lips to his eyes, either say it now or forever hold your peace, Y/N.

“I love you, Gasly.”

He looked taken aback and you were afraid he didn't feel the same. but then pulls you in tightly towards him, pressing a kiss to your lips so passionately you nearly fall to your knees. He couldn’t believe you beat him to saying those three words first, but it filled him with absolute joy, knowing that the feelings were mutual. Pierre is hugging you tightly, head buried in your neck when you hear him whisper,

“I love you too, chérie.”

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