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𝓒𝓵𝓪𝓷𝓭𝓮𝓼𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓮 𝓜𝓮𝓮𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓼

Summary: the secret meeting this is part two to 𝓟𝓻𝓲𝓷𝓬𝓮𝓼𝓼 𝓟𝓻𝓸𝓽𝓮𝓬𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷 𝓟𝓻𝓸𝓰𝓻𝓪𝓶 Word count: 5.3k Warnings: sad bits, brief mentions of Jules, Anthoine, parents neglect, the media being the media and fluff Note: here we get to see the duo have lunch and get to know eacgother better, but will it last before it even gets started?

Also, can you spot the cars 2 quote? Leave a 🏎️ if you can pick it out.

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Tuesday.

Tuesdays would normally be a normal relaxing day for Gracelinde but this Tuesday was different, nerve racking.

Her parents had no idea she was going to be meeting Monaco’s golden boy for lunch.

She tried on her fourth sweater of the day looking at herself in the mirror.

the pink one was too light

the purple was too bright

the yellow made her look sickly

but this one was cream, it had been a gift from Alexei and Dimitri.

It was the first decent one she came across since she started getting ready two hours ago.

Gracie ran her hands over the sweater stopping at the light pair of jeans she had on. It wasn’t something she usually reached for. Sticking mostly to skirts and dresses but today she just wanted to blend in amongst the tourists and locals milling about outside the palace.

Seeing the black cardigan laying on the chaise, she picked it up and slipped it on over her sweater and gave herself a twirl in the mirror. A bright smile spread its way across her cheeks, finally happy with her outfit, but then the nerves settled back in.

It would be a lose lose either way for all three of them.

On the other side of the city Charles was on the phone with Pierre as he looked over his outfit for the 8th time that day. He wasn’t any better than the blonde girl who was also worried over her own outfit.

On the other side of the city Charles was on the phone with Pierre as he looked over his outfit for the 8th time that day. He wasn’t any better than the blonde girl who was also worried over her own outfit.

“I don’t know about this Pierre, what if I screw things up?” The brunette boy asked as he fiddled with his shirt, his phone sat propped up atop his dresser with the French boy on FaceTime since he was the only one with a solid fashion sense besides Lewis or Zhou, but he didn’t want to bother either of them knowing they would ask too many questions that Charles didn’t have the time nor answers to.

“Impossible.” Pierre said as he continued to hit the buttons on his controller, not really paying attention to his best friend's clothing crisis, too busy playing Call of Duty with Yuki. “Just apply the same level of dedication you’ve been using to play the dumb idiot and you’ll be fine. It’s not like she’s gonna notice anyways Charles, girls don’t pay attention to stuff like that when you look as attractive as we do.”

Charles sighed as he looked at himself in the mirror. “It’s just that she’s different, you know? She isn’t just some girl Pierre she's- wait. Did you say idiot?” He looked down at his phone, confused and a little hurt at the comment his best friend just made like it was normal. “Is that how you guys see me?” He questioned, afraid of the answer he was about to get from the Rouen boy after he so casually said that.

Pierre just rolled his eyes as he swore under his breath hitting a few more buttons before deadpanning, finally pausing the game to look at Charles. “That’s how everyone sees you Charles, isn’t that the idea? I mean come on, it’s genius. No one realizes they’re being fooled because they’re too busy laughing at the fool. They just don’t know that you’re genuinely that big of an idiot.” It was a part of Charles charm, that he was an airhead, everybody knew it. Even if he didn’t realize it himself.

Charles just frowned at his phone. He never realized everyone thought he was an idiot. Sure he still struggled with his English from time to time and it took him a few minutes to get jokes but he thought that was normal. It made him rethink every encounter he’s had in the past few weeks, he felt like he was going to puke.

“I’ve got to go mate.” He said before quickly hitting the end call button not even waiting for Pierre to respond. He started to regret calling him in the first place as he looked at himself in the mirror, looking over the outfit his best friend picked out.

It was absolutely not the right outfit to meet Gracie in.

Pierre had made him put on a black and white flower design button up shirt, ripped gray jeans that cuffed at the ankles, and a bandanna. It just felt wrong. It’s like he was trying to make him look like a disaster in front of the blonde princess who asked to meet her for lunch.

Charles shook his head and started taking the shirt off walking back to his closet. He wasn’t wearing this, there was no chance in hell. The bright eyed boy looked at all the clothes he had for a moment before pulling out a plain white t-shirt and his black hoodie. It was a safe choice, and one that went with everything. “This could work” he thought before looking at his options for pants. He picked up a black pair of jeans and looked between them and the hoodie, before checking the time on his watch he had twenty minutes till he had to be at La Pampa so this outfit had to be it whether he hated it or not.

Gracie picking La Pampa was intentional, the restaurant sat facing the palace square and it was the main reason Dimitri agreed to help her with this secret meeting. Seeing as he could stand off to the side blending in with the crowd enough to keep an eye on the younger girl while still giving her and Charles space to talk and have lunch like normal people.

Well as normal as a Royal and famous formula one driver could.

Alexei on the other hand did not think it was a good idea. The younger light haired man was always one to stick to the rules, and that meant that no meetings went without her parents' prior knowledge or approval, something his boyfriend Dimitri ignored from time to time, would happen. Mick and Lance were one thing because Gracie and her parents had known the boys for the last few years, unlike Charles who she had just met two days ago. It just didn’t seem safe to him for her to be going off with this boy. Famous or not. He didn’t agree with it one bit.

But Dimitri, the ever so charming man he was, said if Albert and Charlene had a problem with it that he’d take the fall for it all. He really just wanted to see the tiny blonde girl genuinely be happy for once, for her to get to experience something as normal as going out to lunch with a boy that didn’t have any underlying schemes or meanings to it. Unlike when her parents would set up outings between her and Nikolai.

It was the little things in life that she was missing out on.

The brunette man knocked on the door to let Grace know it was nearly time for them to make their way out without getting caught. “Coming Mitri!” He heard her call out before hearing a bit of stumbling which made him chuckle as the door swung open. “You alright there Bambi?” He questioned causing her to pout. “Come on kid, don’t wanna keep Prince Charming waiting do we? Al said he’s already there, punctual the kid is eh?” He teased as they made their way to the side gate that would let them sneak out easier.

Even though Alexei said he wanted no part in this scheme of a clandestine meeting because it would almost always end in misery, he had to run an errand for Charlene and just so happened to see the boy already at the restaurant waiting for Gracie. So there was no harm in telling Dimitri that he did in fact show up, earlier than the time they set.

Gracie could feel her nerves start to rise again as she messed with the ends of her sleeves before fixing the bow in her hair. “Don’t be nervous Gracie-Lou. I’m sure there’s nothing to worry about.” She heard the Russian man reassure her, giving him a small nod and smile. “You look like you’re gonna be in a spy movie.” She commented with an amused grin.

The taller brunette man had on a baseball cap and dark sunglasses along with his jeans and hoodie, which was something he never wore. It was odd, but funny at least to the smaller blonde to see him in something that wasn’t a well pressed suit like he normally wore.

“Well I can’t just stand outside in my suit, Miss Sassypants. I think that would draw a bit too much attention don't you?” Dimitri said sarcastically but his face held a teasing grin when he saw the flat look she flashed at him for trying to be funny. He enjoyed riling the girl up, not having kids of his own; she was the closest thing he had to a daughter and having looked after her since she was about six he and Alexei grew to treat her like their own seeing as her own parents were seemingly always far too busy to care or genuinely love the girl.

“Now lighten up, you’re having lunch with Monaco’s most eligible bachelor. Some girls would kill to be in your shoes. Then again- I guess I could say the same for him, you both are in the same boat of people wishing they could be with the both of you.” The taller man rambled as he opened the door for her letting her go out first before following after her. “Mitri, please you’re not making my nerves any better.” She said quietly as they walked up the sidewalk to the square the crowd chatter getting louder and louder the closer they got.

The sun was high in the sky which was a good sign, she would’ve hated it if it was to rain today. But luckily they were getting into early summer which also meant more tourists.

Gracie took a deep breath as La Pampa came into view “I’ll walk you over just to get a scope of everything then I’ll go and stand by the wall over there by the statue to give you two some privacy, if you two want to take a walk just flash me our hand single and I’ll keep my distance.” The blonde girl nodded with a smile appreciative that he was willing to do this for her.

The older man spotted Charles sitting at a table off to the side away from a few others and guided Gracie towards the boy. The oncoming footsteps made the Ferrari driver look up from his phone before quickly standing up, nearly bumping into the table with a sheepish smile. “Hey..” he said softly causing Gracie to smile back replying softly “hi.”

“Alright..” Dimitri said, looking between the awkward pair. “I’m gonna make myself scarce, so enjoy your lunch Gracie-Lou you know the drill and the rules.” He commented, patting the blonde on the shoulder before looking over at Charles giving him a small nod walking off to stand where he told Gracie he’d be. “Here let me get your chair.” Charles spoke before moving to pull out the girls chair for her which made her shake her head softly with a grin as she sat down. “You know you didn’t have to do that right?” She asked once he took his own seat.

“I know, but my mom raised my brothers and I to be gentlemen.” Charles said with a small smile causing the bubbly blonde to nod and grin as she picked up the menu to look it over. “So.. Gracie Lou? It’s a cute nickname” he commented, causing a flush to appear across the blonde's cheeks as she looked back up at him with a small smile. “He’s been calling me that since I was younger, I always liked how the grinch stole Christmas. He said I reminded him of Cindy-Lou Who.” She rambled before pausing realizing what she was doing and quickly grew quiet remembering how her mother would scold her for talking too much as she looked down at the menu even though she already knew what she was going to get because she got the same thing every time she ate here.

Charles smiled listening to her explain the nickname, he found it adorable. “I can see the resemblance button nose and bright doe eyes.” He said before noticing she had grown quiet and closed in on herself after speaking about it, like she wasn’t supposed to talk so much. It made him frown a bit as he looked at her trying to figure out why someone would keep her from expressing herself so animatedly because to him it was the cutest thing.

“What are you thinking of getting?” She asked glancing up at him to see him suddenly bashful for getting caught staring at her when she wasn’t looking, he just couldn’t help but want to look at her still not believing that this was actually happening and he wasn’t being pranked. “I’m not quite sure. What do you usually get?” He questioned wanting to know if she had any recommendations or what she liked from here.

“I usually get the Lemon Sugar Crepès and a pineapple shake.” Gracie said, closing the menu as she smiled at him. “It reminds me of summertime.” “I think I’ll go with that too then, I have to see what they’re all about and maybe next time if you’d like, I can show you my favorite restaurant?” He offered with a hopeful look causing a bright smile to spread across her lips. “I’d like that a lot, it's a deal.”

As the waiter walked over greeting the two and taking their orders the two got to know eachother better, Charles got to know her favorite movie which happened to be Ratatouille claiming that she’s always loved the art that goes into cooking even though she’s not allowed to cook at home and how it’s set in paris a city that she’s dying to see in person. He learned that she loved to paint and read literature. How Mick's sister taught her how to ride horses last year, something she found fun even though it absolutely terrified her. Everything about her was fascinating. The more and more he found out about the girl the quicker he started to fall for her because she was such a genuine person despite the life she was born into.

Then it was her turn to get to know Charles. He told her how his favorite tracks were street circuits because they had a reputation for being extremely difficult and how he embraces the added difficulty, and that's the way he likes it. His favorite number is seven and wanted to use that as his driver number but Kimi had already gotten to it first. How he taught himself how to play piano in his off time. He liked skiing and being with his family when he could seeing as they were all super close. He told her how at first, he was nervous to be teammates with Sebastian but now they’re close friends even after the German driver moved to Aston Martin. Gracie could listen to the boy go on and on about anything and never get tired of listening to him talk about things he was passionate about.

After they had eaten, they both decided that her idea for Lemon sugar crepès was a great idea but next time Charles swore his favorite restaurant would top this.

“Would you want to maybe go for a walk?” Charles asked hesitantly as they both stood up. He didn’t know if she had any commitments the rest of the day but he knew he’d regret it if he didn’t at least ask. “I’d love to.” Gracie nodded as she pushed in her chair and took his outstretched hand with a smile. The two making their way to the sidestreets, Charles making sure he was the one to walk on the side of the sidewalk that mirrored the road, the blonde gave Dimitri the signal to follow before focusing back on Charles.

“So what got you into racing?” Grace questioned wanting to know more about his racing passion after getting to know him on a more personal level over lunch.

Charles glanced at her for a moment as they walked through the streets trying to figure out how to say what he wanted without bringing the mood down because that was the last thing he wanted to do around the sunshine girl. “Well, racings always been a part of my family. My father was a racer in formula 3 and my godfather Jules was a driver too, for formula one. I don’t just do it for me anymore, I want to make them proud and continue on for Jules since he didn’t get to show everyone how good he could’ve been, I know he would’ve been great if he just had more time with everyone.” He explained glancing at the shorter girl seeing her listening intently which he appreciated.

“I remember hearing about the crash, about Jules, they said there hadn’t been a crash like that since Senna. That’s when they put the halo in place right?” She questioned causing him to nod, listening to her now just as she did him. He wanted to hear what she thought of it, an outsider's perspective on something that had been weighing on his mind for the last six years.

“Life has a way of having unfortunate things happen that nobody expects coming. We’ve seen it all through history with disasters and tragedies but the outcomes, the after effects of picking things up and making sure they don’t happen the same way as before shows that if people had thought of it sooner it might’ve been prevented, but then everyone hangs onto the what ifs instead of the here and now. Like a butterfly effect. I’m sorry you lost him, and your friend Anthoine, in 2019? That was when you won in Spa. I remember that race. I can’t believe they made you guys continue on like nothing the next day after something like that happened. Racing at the speeds you guys do is such a beautiful sport but it comes at such a cost in the blink of an eye. Though it takes strength to continue to do what you do. I'm sure you’re making them really proud, I know you make Monaco proud.” Gracie said softly, she could never imagine what losing someone close to you, whether it be family, a friend, or a teammate and having to continue on in the same sport without them would feel like.

Charles was speechless, she had so easily put into words what he had been trying to do for years. He knew it was a freak accident that nobody expected to happen. Aquaplaning can happen in the blink of an eye, everyone knows that and despite it, there’s no stopping it like she pointed out. But it was the aftermath, the changes to keep it from happening again. The Halo, first trialed in 2016 before it became mandatory in the sport two years later, protected their heads from flying debris or the car flipping. Hopefully to keep what happened to Jules from happening again. And it had worked, it had saved countless drivers lives since then but like she said, if one thing had been different back then, everything would be different today.

Just like a butterfly effect.

“You look like him, you know.” The blue eyed girl softly spoke as she looked up at him; nobody had forgotten the French driver. How could they when Charles was nearly a spitting image of him. Despite the older driver being from Nice, his ashes rest in the Monte Carlo cemetery, in a tomb amongst the other prestigious and famous people the city had laid to rest. He had the same eyes and smile as Jules, she was sure if you put a picture of the two side by side it’d be a hard game of ‘spot the difference’.

But Charles was different from his godfather. She could see the sunflowers that circled his irises, something she found enchanting because that was something not many people had, how when he laughed his eyes crinkled and the dimples in his cheeks deepened his laugh was a sound she never wanted to forget. She noticed he was shy, yet outgoing once he got comfortable with someone. Scared yet cautious of letting people get close to him, for good reason. His accent leaned more towards Italian unlike Jules who’s accent was softer and more distinctly French. It was little things like that, that made the two nearly the same yet polar opposites. She was sure the boy next to her was a real life Disney Prince, she couldn’t find one bad thing about him. She would find out later he is fiercely competitive and a terribly messy packer. He was perfect in her eyes, even if he did think his restaurant could beat her lemon sugar crepes, that was debatable.

Charles could say the same for her. “You look like your grandmother, the famous Grace Kelly.” He didn’t watch old movies a lot but he knew of the city’s former princess from the fifties. Nearly everyone did and the girl next to him looked almost identical to the late American actress that had a lot to do with the city being how it was today. Her mark was left everywhere, street names, the hospital, she even had a famous Hermès bag named after her, which he noticed the shorter girl was carrying the day he met her and again today except today the bag was beige instead of emerald green. The actress would continue to live on through her granddaughter in more ways than one. She had the same soft facial features, baby blonde hair and bright enchanting eyes.

But yet the younger girl was different, far from the personality her grandmother had. Gracelinde was ladylike yet elemental she could easily bend her personality to whatever the room needed her to be, suggestive of icy mountain heights and untouched potential, he noticed it at first when they had sat down for lunch how she held herself back, she’d get excited over something and quickly mask it closing in on herself to not show how she truly felt as if she had been scolded for doing it in the past. He assumed it was due to living the life of a royal, she couldn’t just be herself she had an image to upkeep and he hated the fact she thought she couldn’t be herself around him just yet. But beneath it all, was a protected heart of genuine gold like that of the Amber Room, the missing eighth wonder of the world was standing right next to him in the heart of Monaco's own princess, ready to be revealed if the right person were to come along and prove to her they deserved to be shown it’s beauty that had been hidden away.

Both young adults had such similar qualities so much so that to some, looking at the pair was almost like seeing a reflection of those they resemebled from the past.

Almost.

“So, Princess, does the title come with a long name too?” He questioned with a small smirk hearing her let out a huff of a laugh. “Oh unfortunately it does.” “Well let’s hear it, I’m sure it can’t be as bad as mine.” He gently bumped his shoulder against hers as he waited for her to spill her full name, he was dying to know.

“My full name is Gracelinde Eliana Kelly Marie Grimaldi. Quite the mouthful. Grace and Kelly are in honor of my grandmother. Now what’s yours, pretty boy? Out with it.” Gracie said, eyes sparkling with mirth dying to know what his full name was now too since she had spilled hers.

Charles let out a sigh but a small smile pulled at his lips as he looked up at the sky. “Mine is Charles Marc Hervè Perceval Leclerc. Hervè for my dad.” He finished and saw her trying not to laugh, “go on laugh I know you want to.” He grinned, causing her to let the angelic laughter she had been holding back out which sounded like music to Charles ears, he wanted to make her laugh more just so he could hear it again and again. “Perceval!? Like a Lord?? Lord Perceval! This is the best thing I’ve ever heard, oh mon dieu.”

“Oh come on, not you too! My teammate said the same thing!” Charles pouted with a small grin at seeing how this time she wasn’t hiding how excited she was about the revelation that one of his names amused her. “Great minds think alike then. Carlos was it? You’ll have to tell him I agree with the Lord Perceval nickname, it's going to stick, I tell you.” Gracie smiled as they lightly swung their intertwined hands together.

Dimitri shook his head at the pair as he followed from afar, he had never seen the girl this happy in all the years he’d known her. Their stroll progressed on for another forty five minutes before Charles checked his phone after the incessant vibrations every few minutes finally got to him. Only to find a multitude of texts from the group chat he had with Lando, Alex and George.

The three boys wanted him to hop on a game with them.

Shit.

He forgot to tell them he was going to be busy today.

“If you’ve got to go I understand, todays been really nice. But I am getting quite tired myself.” Gracie said softly, causing him to look over at her as he slipped his phone back in his pocket, he’d answer the three later. “May I walk you home? Or well back to La Pampa?” He asked knowing he couldn’t walk her to the front doors just yet, causing her to nod with a grin as she laid her head against his arm as they turned at the corner that would take them down another street back in the direction of the restaurant and palace.

After he brought her back to La Pampa he realized Dimitri had been trailing them from afar not that he minded, he was glad that someone was looking out for the girl at all times. He gave her a hug and a kiss on the cheek promising he’d see her again in a few days if she was free before he’d need to head to Azerbaijan for the next race, be stood with his hands in the pocket of his hoodie watching as her and Dimitri disappeared into the side door of the gates to the palace.

Charles was wonderstruck, a blush on his cheeks as he turned on his heel walking back to his apartment wondering if she knew and felt it too, the connection they had.

Gracie had felt the same wonderstruck feeling as she danced around alone in her room after Charles dropped her off. She felt like she was on cloud nine.

They both were enchanted to meet each other.

Charles was praying that this was the very first page of their love story and not where the storyline ended he didn’t need his luck ruining it for him, races were one thing but not this, he wouldn’t let his bad luck ruin this before it could even start.

Grace's thoughts would echo his name until she saw him again, he was such an enigma to her she had never felt this way with anyone she’s met before, not even famous footballers or actors. Though she hoped he wasn’t in love with anybody else, that would hurt more than anything. Being rejected by someone she felt so normal with.

Charles hoped she didn’t have anybody waiting on her. He had seen the articles about her and the prince of Denmark but he knew those were just that. Articles. Someone as kindhearted and down to earth as her wouldn’t do something damming like that especially with a well known person like himself for everyone to see.

Dimitri practically skipped into the library after dropping Gracie off to her room, finding Alexei sitting on the couch reading yet another engineering book. “Did she enjoy herself?” The glasses wearing man couldn’t help but ask as he briefly looked up from his book trying to show he wasn’t dying to know how the outing went, despite him saying he wanted nothing to do with it earlier that morning. He had a change of heart.

“Oh you should’ve seen them Lex, precious as priceless gems I tell you. I’ve never seen her smile like that before.” Dimitri said with a dramatic sigh, falling into the chair next to the couch with a wide smile across his cheeks. “He looked at her like she hung all the stars in the sky, and he’s so respectful. Pulled out her chair, offered her his hand, walked on the outer side of the sidewalk, always making sure she was okay.” He rambled not noticing that Alexei had since closed his book and was giving him his full attention now as he spoke of the younger kids and how their lunch date and walk went.

“They just clicked, you know? It was almost like her with Mick and Lance which made me a bit skeptical because maybe it’s just a Gracie thing, she clicks with everybody so easily you know? On top of the fact he’s also a famous race car driver like the other two I doubted he's got the time to date. But for Gracie? For our Gracie? I think he’d up and give her the world if she asked.” He said honestly. Sometimes you just know when you meet someone you’re going to spend the rest of your life with. Rainier had done it with Grace Kelly and refused to remarry after her death, Albert when he met and married Charlene, himself with Alexei and now he was seeing the beginnings of it with Gracie and Charles. “He’s already wanting to see her again before he’s got to head out for the next race.”

Though the blossoming couple's little bubble wouldn’t last for long and might get snuffed out before it can even start.

Alexei’s phone pinged with an urgent email making him pick it up off the coffee table to check what it was, once he read it he looked up with a look Dimitri couldn’t read before flipping the phone around so he could see what was on the screen.

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Hello!Magazine

Monaco’s own Princess Gracelinde, seen out having lunch and a stroll with Formula one driver Charles Leclerc. Could we see a new Prince of Monaco in the near Future?

By: James Marsden

May 31st, 2022

3:45 PM.

The two met outside La Pampa, which sits facing the palace square where they had lunch. Talking and laughing with each other, the pair seemed to hit it off as they then took a stroll through the streets of the city to continue the day looking rather cozy with each other.

What do Prince Albert and Princess Charlene think about the outing?

Click here to read more.

#I just want the world for these two #they’re so soft for eachother #also #Dimitri and Alexei cannon bfs #I adore them too #clandestine meetings #part 2 #princess protection program #mini series #imagine #formula 1 #charles leclerc #charles leclerc imagine #my fic

[donewiththisshitplsstop]

Funny how only Lando can engage in 'British Humour' but George, Lewis and Alex can't.

Edit: I'd acc gasp in shock if I ever saw someone describe Lewis saying something as 'British humor', most people don't even see him as British.

Edit 2: Also I feel like this applies to most of them but they're too privileged. They're just not real people. We're so outraged because this situation would be stressful in our world. Imagine you broke someone's phone and you didn't say sorry in fact you seemed quite pleased with yourself. If we broke someone's phone we wouldn't be able to replace it bcs money but also that person wouldn't be able to replace it bcs money. And the only reason people are defending lando is bcs in that world the stakes are so low but in our world the stakes are high and you wouldn't be defending me if I broke someone's phone and didn't even bother to apologise and just seemed amused by the situation. If I broke someone's phone I would be stressed because I owe someone a phone but I don't have the money.

Edit3 (Sorry): Also lando keeps saying stuff about people and it keeps being excused with oh but he's joking or he doesn't mean it. But for drivers like Lewis and Yuki even Alex and Zhou Guanyu those sorts of jokes can lead to racism and yh it kinda stings that he says that towards Lewis knowing that IF Lewis felt bad about it and tried to defend himself it probably would result in Lewis being called crymilton or a wanker. Like you kno when you criticism Lewis for the smallest crap it makes your racist fans go after him we've seen it when Max said stuff after Silverstone (sm racist comments had to be deleted from insta and twitter) and when Fernando had his issues with Lewis.

Edit 4 (One last thing I promise 😭): The consequences for 'joking' about Lewis is way less than if Lewis was joking about any other driver. That's why I feel like sm drivers just cannot keep Lewis' name outta their mouth bcs there are no consequences and no one cares. And the only ppl who do care and try to defend the only black guy in f1 get called a cult. But the people who defend ableism with 'Dutch humor' get called an army 🙄

#f1 #not even really anti lando norris icl #its just pointing out the obvious #also the only issue i had with him was about how they're racing for nothing #excuse me sir that was u like 3 races ago so pls calm down #also that comment about lewis was a bit iffy but oh well im used to other drivers taking shots at lewis 🤷‍♀️ #but yh yall really use the oh its just his type of humor ie. british or dutch to excuse shady comments and ableism l #like relax theyre not gonna marry u if you keep sucking up to them #maybe this is anti lando norris oops #its not like i dont like him he just doesnt think before he speaks

[killa-trav]

Why are Sebastian and Lewis constantly at the stewards together? Do they just see Lewis got summoned and think damn maybe we should bring seb in as well see if we can get him for something just in case

u kno in school yeh when ur mate would get in trouble n u was being told off for absolutely no reason other than it were ur mate who were getting told off? that’s seb n lewis

#sebastian vettel #lewis hamilton #sewis

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14. Affable

Éva Delafose

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When boredom paid a visit to Éva Delafose, she got grumpy—and today, boredom proved a constant companion.

She'd expected to see far more action now that she'd invested herself in the foreign armed forces, but all that had transpired over the last several days was a litany of walking. They rested more often than she thought necessary, and the chatter up and down the line rarely stopped. The moments in which silence was called for made her quickly wish for their crude humor again just for something to listen to. Sometimes, they talked about her. She swore up and down (in French as well as English) that she'd never in her life heard anyone gossip as much as these Yanks—and she'd lived in the heart of Paris for a time. Supposedly, they were marching to Carentan, but Éva had been there and didn't recall the trip from the coast taking this damn long. It only took her a few hours of speculation (and stealing Lewis' map) to deduct they were taking the long way around. Although she begrudgingly accepted the likelihood of German troops barring the more direct route, the idea of going through a marsh and then a forest instead of facing the enemy head-on made the seasoned partisan wonder drily what all these guns were for.

"À ce rythme, toute l’armée allemande pourrait y arriver avant nous."

At this rate, the entire German army could get there before us.

Someone bumped into her and mumbled an excuse-me. Éva would have ignored him had the second man not done the same and addressed her directly.

"Hey, watch it, Frenchie."

"Vous le regardez, vous êtes inutile Américain!"

He couldn't possibly have known what she had said, but her tone was unmistakable. They stopped and glared at each other for a beat while the first man glanced between them, uneasy.

"I'm John," he said, extending his hand directly between the two. "John Martin. Staff Sergeant."

Éva turned to look at him and tried to hand him her canteen, having forgotten she was holding it, when she went to shake his hand. The second man found this amusing. She went to put away her canteen; when she heard his snickering, she properly shook Martin's hand and offered him a smile as she simultaneously stomped on his friend's foot.

"Ow! Jesus fuckin' Christ, lady-"

"A pleasure, Sergeant."

"-the hell was that for-"

"Next time it'll be my knee and your—comment dis-le—nuts."

That shut him up. As he gaped at her, Martin started to laugh.

"Well, shit, Bill, you can't say you didn't deserve that."

'Bill' grumbled under his breath and flicked his spent cigarette to the ground, but he soon relented and offered his hand to Éva. He was stubborn, he had his pride. She could respect that.

"Bill Guarnere. Also Staff Sergeant."

"Call me Fleur," she told him and his friend with a faint smile. 

Guarnere grinned as he shook her hand, and just like that, they were no longer at odds.

"Fleur... That means 'flower', right?" Martin guessed, looking into the middle distance as if he'd drawn the knowledge out of some faint well of memory.

"Oui."

"Huh. 'Flower'." Guarnere eyed her. "That your name?"

"No."

"You gonna tell us it, then?"

"No."

He started to ask, "Why the hell not?", but Martin interrupted him, all but shouldering his buddy aside.

"Fair enough." To Guarnere: "Play nice."

"Shaddup, Johnny, ya just like her 'cause she's pretty."

"You shut up, Bill, I'm a married man."

Martin turned back to Éva and flashed her a smile.

"Ignore him. Didn't mean to get off on the wrong foot, ma'am."

"Mademoiselle," she corrected him. "You're in France talking to a Frenchwoman, Corporal. You might as well use the correct formalities."

"Yeah, sure," he agreed. "S'pose it's the least we can do."

"Ain't like we know any French," Guarnere chimed in, and Éva quirked an unimpressed brow.

"It is contradictory, is it not?"

"What?"

"That I am speaking English to you despite the three of us walking over French earth. Or should I say, ah, strolling?" A thin sigh. "I'm starting to wonder if we'll ever get to where we're going."

Martin chuckled. "I don't like these marches much either. But hey, it's not Currahee."

Guarnere barked a laugh. "Amen to that, Johnny. Amen to that."

"You are in a war zone," she reminded them, and when they both turned puzzled looks on her, she gestured drily.

"Bienvenue en France, where the chance of seeing a Nazi pig-" She spat on the ground. "-is just as high as meeting a French-man or -woman."

Guarnere and Martin both grimaced, and Éva could tell from the similarities in the look that they'd been friends for some time.

"We ain't here on vacation, Frenchie," Guarnere said. "We're here to fight."

She laughed. "Uh-huh. I suppose you want to hear me say merci? To thank you Americans for coming to save us?"

Guarnere hesitated and Éva's gaze narrowed.

"My people—the ones who have the strength—have been fighting the Nazis and their god-damned collaborateurs since 1940. You have not been invaded; truly, I could call you invaders, too."

Martin and Guarnere looked uncomfortable.

"Ah, but you are here for a good cause. We are allies, in this." She bumped Martin's shoulder with her own. "I have no ill will against you and your other soldiers."

They relaxed. Guarnere looked like he wanted to ask her something when a runner appeared and interrupted. He handed Éva a parcel tied up with knotted, fraying string, saluted her, and hurried off into the trees.

"Where the fuck's he goin'?" Martin asked, chewing on a toothpick, and Éva shrugged.

"To hell if I know."

"What's that?" Guarnere asked, jerking his thumb toward the package.

"Again: to hell if I know."

Éva paused for a moment, and Martin and Guarnere stopped along with her. She lifted her knee, balanced the package on her thigh, and yanked off the string. The paper unfolded halfway by itself, and as she pulled out the contents, a smile shot across her lips.

"It's a uniform." 

"Yeah, no shit, Sherlock."

"What?"

"Sherlock. You know, Sherlock? Jesus, Bill."

"Shaddup."

As they bickered, Éva took out the shirt and jacket and examined them. Satisfied, she reached for the trousers only to find it was a skirt instead, and to add insult to injury, it was a pencil skirt.

"Mon Dieu!" she laughed. "Do they think I will be a secretary at a desk? Do they think I have been running around France these four years in skirts like these?"

Guarnere's brow furrowed. "What's the problem?"

"Look!" She stuck her hands through the waist hole and tried to separate her arms. They did not make it any wider than her torso. "You see?"

"Yeah, we see," Martin chuckled. "Talk about impractical."

She gestured smartly, commending his understanding. "Exactly." A laugh. "You want to wear this? I will trade."

Guarnere and Martin both shook their heads, raising their hands deferently, as she offered the skirt to them each.

"I'll take it!" came an unfamiliar voice, and Éva turned about to find a freckle-faced lieutenant beaming at her.

"You will?"

"I'll trade ya two packs," he said, producing cigarettes from his pocket. "So? Whaddaya say?"

Even as she accepted the deal, Éva couldn't help her confused smile.

"Why?"

"I'll send it home to my Kitty," he told her, snapping the gum in his mouth, "she'd look damn good in this color."

Éva, caught thoroughly off-guard by his high spirits and his easy declaration of his love, let him go without replying to his cheerful "Thanks! See ya around, Frenchie" and blinked at the back of his head.

"That's Welshie for ya," Martin laughed. "Never stops talkin' 'bout his girl."

"Only one worse is Skip," Guarnere joked.

"Oh, my darling Faye," Martin imitated, and both men turned to look at Éva when she laughed.

"What? You know somebody like that?"

"I did," she admitted, her smile fading. "His name was Philippe. He loved his wife more than anything."

The three of them went silent for a moment in respect to the life lost.

"So," Martin wondered, "what're you gonna do about the uniform if you've got no trousers?"

Éva kicked out her leg in reply. 

"I will wear these until I can get pants like the ones you wear."

Guarnere eyed her olive-green slacks. "Don't see why ya can't just wear those. Same color, almost."

Éva shrugged. "I probably will, unless somebody says something."

"Rest assured, we won't."

"Merci."

"What about the shirt?" Guarnere shot her a cocky smirk, glancing her up and down. "You gonna change into that or what?"

She raised an unimpressed brow. "Perhaps it would be better used to blindfold you."

He laughed, raising his palms toward her. "Touché, Frenchie."

It was almost noon, and so the company stopped for a brief respite to chow down on their rations and rest their feet. Supposing she'd find no better company if she went searching (Lewis, the outlier, could not be seen), Éva stayed with Martin and Guarnere. Three other men joined them after a minute, known to the Staff Sergeants but not to Éva, and they seemed friendly enough, so she did not move. Together, they ate and talked and smoked. Éva tried one of the cigarettes 'Welshie' had given her and found she liked them, but still preferred the local brands down in Marseille or Montpellier. If there was ever a people who knew how to smoke, it was the French.

"How'd you end up with us, Fleur?" asked the tall Joe Toye once he and Éva had been introduced.

"Think it's somethin' to do with her knowin' Nixon," Guarnere provided around a mouthful of tinned meat.

"Oh, yeah?" queried Skip Muck, the sandy-haired lover of Faye. "How'd that happen?"

"It is a long story," she answered vaguely, "and a bit of a sad one."

"But you had to come from somewhere, right?"

Alex Penkala, the third newcomer, swallowed down a particularly tough bite of jerky with a hearty sip from his canteen. Éva nodded, supposing he was correct, and he raised his voice a second time.

"You with the Resistance, or..?"

"Oui." 

"Where from?"

"Marseille."

Toye whistled low.

"Hell, that's all the way south, down on the coast."

"It is."

"And you're all the way up here?" At her nod (given despite the rhetorical nature of the question), Muck laughed, impressed. "Hot damn."

"We came for you," she said, simplifying the actuality greatly but knowing they would understand. "We got you in. Now it is your job to get the Nazis out."

"Fuck yeah." Guarnere grinned. "That's what we're here for, Mademoiselle Fleur. Americans in, Nazis out."

Ignoring his butchered pronunciations, Éva tipped her cap at him. "Oui. And then Americans home, and everyone will be where they should."

"I'll drink to that."

They all did so, grumbling as one that their canteens held only water and not a fine, stout beer.

"Hey, if you came up here with the Resistance," Penkala wondered, nibbling on a chunk of very pale cheese, "were you one of them goin' along the coast up by Utah Beach?"

"Oh, yeah," Toye chimed in. "Doc Roe said he could see the explosions from his DZ. You see 'em too, Penk?"

"Sure did." He grinned and broke off a piece of the cheese for Éva. It was bland, but not unpalatable.

"Me too," Muck mused, "but I landed a few miles north." He shot Éva a crooked smile. "You blew those fuckin' things straight into the sky." 

Guarnere seemed the most pleased with this news. "Fuck yeah. You and your buddies were busy that night, huh?"

"Buddies?"

"You an' the other Resistance fellas."

Éva laughed. "Then yes, I was busy. I did a lot of walking that night."

"Didn't we all."

"Wait-" Martin squinted at her. "You were busy? Just you?"

She couldn't help a slight smile. "Oui. Just me."

Her companions all stopped eating and turned to look at her. Guarnere glanced her up and down again, but this time, he was clearly trying to imagine her blowing up four German outposts in one night rather than checking her out.

"There are not many of us," she told them, "so we had to split up-"

"Holy shit!" Muck's eyes had gone as wide as the disk of a sunflower. "That really was just you?!"

"Oui," she told him again, getting a little impatient with their incredulity. "I am the—how you say—demolitions expert."

As the men fell over themselves to ask all about her knowledge of explosive weaponry and to tell them what else she'd done, a new voice rose from behind Éva and they all fell silent.

"She's pretty impressive, isn't she?"

As her luncheon companions nodded, sharing surprised (or, on the flip side, knowing) glances, Éva sighed.

"Hello, Lewis."

The enlisted men half-heartedly moved to salute their superior officer, but he set them back and ease and took a seat right beside Éva.

"Couldn't help but overhear." He tried at a suave grin. "The only thing you've blown higher than those garrisons is my mind."

Despite Lewis' station, all of the men groaned, save for Muck, who'd started laughing and choked on his jerky. As Penkala turned to aid him, Guarnere shook his head and rose, Martin and Toye close behind.

"Even Hoobler's got better lines than that," Guarnere said with a grimace, adding, "Sir," mostly as an afterthought.

Martin snickered. "Better than what you call flirting, Bill."

"Johnny, for the last time, shaddup."

With the three of them gone and Muck and Penkala newly invested in a game of who's-got-the-better-lunch, Éva turned back to Lewis, one hand on her hip and one brow raised.

"That was terrible. Profoundly awful."

Lewis' grin only grew. 

"I'll get you to smile at one of my shitty lines someday." 

She stared at him, highly skeptical, and he shrugged. His flask appeared from his pocket and he offered her a sip. She took it, and as she felt the sweet burn of the whiskey within grace her throat, the corner of her mouth tugged up.

"Now that is good. Your flirting?" She wavered her hand before her face as she took another quick, practiced swig. "So-so."

He laughed, and as he fixed his cap, Éva expected him to bid her adieu. Instead, he stayed right where he was.

"Don't you have lieutenant things to do?"

There came that cheeky smile again.

"Unless you mean you, then-"

He dodged the punch she aimed at his shoulder and raised his hands in surrender, jumping back.

"Okay! Point taken!"

She sighed. "You have already heard about my work with the garrisons—twice now, that is—what more do you want from me?"

"Actually, I was hoping to give you something." 

Her quirked brow lost its skepticism.

"Oh?"

He waved for her to follow him, and without a second thought, she did. The thought crossed her mind that this was another one of his flirting tricks, that whatever it is he meant to give her would turn out to be a kiss or something equally as damning, but she dismissed the notion, wanting more than most things to trust him. Besides, nothing in his eyes had alerted her to any mischief, that which he was quite incapable of hiding. Within the minute, they arrived at a small campfire he and some of the other officers had set up. It was the middle of the day, and there was the smoking wreckage of a German plane not far off, so the presence of a typically-prohibited fire wouldn't prove much of an issue. They'd cooked lunch in pans produced from the pack of an enlisted man who'd traded his equipment for the subsequent personal use of the fire. He was cooking bacon now; Éva could smell it. There was a pot hung on a haphazard spit beside the pan, and when Lewis removed the lid, the steam that escaped smelled blissfully of coffee. Éva almost groaned aloud. She hadn't had coffee in months.

"Here you go."

To her growing delight, Lewis poured her a mug, all the way to the top. She ran her finger around the rim, smelling the coffee, before indulging in a slow sip. Eager, she burned her tongue, but she didn't care. She was drinking coffee! Too late, she caught Lewis' look of satisfaction. She tried to resume a neutral expression, but it was too late, he'd seen her happiness. Pleased, he went to pour himself a cup and tapped it against Éva's.

"To coffee!"

Now that was a toast she could get behind.

"To coffee."

They sipped and smiled at each other, and Éva was unaware of herself inching closer until she saw Lewis' foot move a full step and realized they both were. She turned her head aside, cleared her throat, and reminded herself not to get attached to anyone or anything. Not coffee, not Easy Company, and especially not Lewis.

"Del..."

"Mmm?"

"I've been wondering-"

"Nix, have you seen..."

The ginger-haired lieutenant Éva had met in passing on D-Day trailed off, realizing belatedly that he'd interrupted something. Lewis tried to hide a sigh into his coffee, but Éva noticed. Still, she turned to the lieutenant and tipped her head politely; he returned the gesture.

"I don't believe we've properly met." He moved his mess tin from his right hand to his left. "Richard Winters."

"Call him Dick," Lewis chimed in, and when Éva looked puzzled, he went on to explain, "It's an English nickname for 'Richard'."

"Ah." She shook Winters' hand. "A pleasure."

"The same to you, Mademoiselle..?"

Already, she liked this affable lieutenant.

"Fleur," she said. "Call me Fleur."

"Understood." 

He stepped back and glanced at Lewis, who was in the middle of smiling, convincing himself that the name Éva Delafose had been awarded, in some fashion, to him and him alone.

"Have you seen Speirs?"

"Nope." Lewis sipped at his coffee, content to stay right where he was but suspecting he would not get the chance. "Maybe try further up the line?"

"I will. We will." Winters shot Éva a glance as if apologizing for the swift departure. "We've got to get the men back on their feet."

"Of course." She tipped her cap. "Adieu."

"Come with us," Lewis said, nearly tripping over himself with the haste of the request, and Éva and Winters both looked at him peculiarly. "I'd bet you know this area better than any of us," he excused. "If there's a better way, you could point it out."

"My idea of a 'better way' is not what your superiors would like to hear," she told him, but she'd taken her coffee and come up to his side, willing to concede.

"Oh, do tell."

"No marshes," she ticked off on her fingers as they started to walk, following Winters, "no sitting out in the open like this, and no forests."

"Yeah?"

She lowered her voice and leaned a bit towards him, a move he secretly reveled in.

"Il suffit de prendre la maudite route."

Just take the goddamn road.

Lewis laughed, then nodded a bit grimly.

"I wish we could, but the Germans have shelled it to bits. So here we are, taking the indirect-"

"Very indirect."

"-way around."

Winters had stopped to talk to a man who did not seem intimidating enough to be the 'Speirs' he was looking for. Lewis tapped Winters' shoulder, and he stepped aside, nodding to the pair coming up behind him. Lo and behold, his conversational companion was the same freckle-faced fellow who'd bartered for Éva's skirt not an hour before.

"Hey!" he exclaimed, coming up to her with that same gap-toothed smile. "Remember me, Frenchie?"

"Oui, you are the one with the cat-girl."

Lewis just about choked on the last of his coffee. A few nearby soldiers burst into laughter; one in particular, a man with twinkling eyes and a lopsided smile, leaned in and made a joke, and their amusement doubled. Even Winters had to temper down a small smirk. Éva did not understand the hilarity, but at least Welsh was unbothered.

"Indeed I am," he laughed. "My sweetheart, Kitty Grogan. Gonna marry her as soon as we're back stateside." 

"Oh, here we go," Lewis mumbled, trailing after Winters and apparently forsaking Éva to the whimsies of a man in love.

"Harry Welsh," Kitty's beau introduced himself to her at last, and when he shook her hand, it was just as cheerfully done as his smile was given.

"Fleur." She couldn't help a small smile; Welsh's was infectious. "I hope your Kitty likes the skirt."

"Oh, I'm sure she will. And if she doesn't, she'll make something else outta it. A cap, maybe. She's handy like that, great with a sewing machine." Welsh wiggled his brow at Éva. "How about you, Fleur? You got a special somebody out there?"

"No."

"No?"

"No, I do not."

"Well, then, we'll just have to find you-"

Brusquely, she cut him off: "No, no, 'we' don't. And you don't, either."

"Why not?"

She shifted uncomfortably. "I am not, ah, 'cut out' for that life."

"What, you mean makin' a house a home and starting a family?" He shook his head, sympathetic in a way that made her feel a little guilty. "That's just one way to live, Frenchie. If you find the right person, they're gonna want the same kind o' life you do."

"Oh?"

"Oh!" he repeated as if it were an affirmation all along. "Kitty and I, we want that domestic bliss." He clasped his hand to his chest, gazing into the middle distance. "Ah..." 

"That is... nice."

At her hesitant reply, Welsh blinked out of his reverie and looked back at Éva. "How about travel? I can see you as the adventurous type. Not much of a tourist, but someone who goes someplace and actually knows what it is they're looking at—that's it, yeah."

Made self-conscious by this interrogation, Éva shrugged stiffly.

"No. No, I don't- That is not for me."

"Traveling?"

His surprise forced a clarification, and she gave it begrudgingly.

"Love. Marriage. That sort of... thing."

"Oh, so travel's still on the table?"

"..."

"Then it's settled!" he cried, taking her silence for assent. "We'll find you somebody who wants to see the world."

"I..."

Éva sighed and massaged her temple. She did not see an easy escape—or an escape at all—from Welsh's matchmaking predilections, and it was giving her a headache.

"See the world. Right."

"Splendid! Now, say, do you have a type?"

"... No."

"Sure you do! You probably just haven't found him yet." Welsh looked around. "How about Lieutenant-"

"No."

Welsh frowned. "You didn't even hear who I was gonna-"

"Have yourself a nice march, Lieutenant."

She stalked away, ignoring Welsh staring after her, and the acerbity of her goodbye made her coffee-gone-cold taste far more bitter than before.

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[spongebob-connoisseur]

do you think spongebob being ace is more so because of homophobia? i mean hillenburg said this in the 90s/2000s and while of course the asexual community has been around for a while but back then it wasn’t really known identity among cishet people and being asexual meant more in the reproductive way with animals and hillenburg only said it because people were iirc using him as a gay icon and/or because of angry christian parents and that he meant it in a more biological way of how sponges irl bud? i mean even today besides that one vague pride post by nick nothing else officiates spongebob bring ace besides the rule of no love interests for him

idk what to think though…thoughts? sorry i don’t mean to start discourse or anything

Probably? I remember like a year ago or so I would've said "nah" but I disagree with that now.

Yeah Sponge isn't allowed a love interest, especially not a girlfriend. So I always accepted that as proof of him being aro/ace. I know the reason was because romance didn't fit the show hence why Sandy was originally planned as a love interest but later thrown out.

I think his sexuality was never really planned. Like he's based off Jerry Lewis, Stanley Laurel and those types. Yeah sometimes in their movies they get love interests but usually they're very childish characters who don't share much intimacy with others. Stanley especially. For some reason I remember Laurel and Hardy fans sometimes shipping them with each other because they have more chemistry with each other than their wives/gfs in the movies.

But him officially being labed as asexual was usually as a reaction to some kind of homophobic controversy. Earlier in 2003 when it was found that Spongebob was popular amongst homosexual men. Or when those christian groups thought he was gay and wanted the show banned. We got the same response twice. Nah he's asexual. Usually as a joke too since sea sponges are asexual.

I think usually it was meant to save face. Just the assumption of being gay was enough to get stuff banned. Even if the creators didn't mean such. Like I believe Hillenburg really meant Sponge was asexual because he didn't find spongebob having a love interest suitable for his character. But I also believe saying it outright "he's asexual" was often to deflect whenever there was any sort of controversy. The early 2000s were super homophobic.

Besides asexuality wasn't particularly known back then like it is now. Its more clear he was referring to how sea sponges reproduce asexuality. Tying into the marine biology jokes.

I wouldn't count the nick pride post for anything because they were just doing it to throw in any cartoon character that they have that happens to be lgbt so they can seem progressive. They probably looked at spongebob like "oh well he just so happens to be asexual! We can use that"

Anyways I don't mind the ask! I think its interesting to talk about. There was a lot of stuff that I didn't consider back when the nick pride post thing happened that I have noticed now so it's worth revising my own opinions every once in a while ya kno? Plus its fun to share and hear what other people think.

#Ask #the spongebob connoisseur #spongebob #spongebob squarepants #sb #spongebon squarepants #spongebob meme

[lolexjpg]

dts s3 e9-10

e9: -bahrain is such a beautiful track btw i love her -damn they just jump straight into it boom explosion -before logan was the sad wet lil meow meow......2020 alex was the ORIGINAL -the way reporters are asking abt checo->red bull before he even won that race, makes me curious how much he was seriously in the conversation for the seat beforehand. anyone who was on tumblr at the time i'd love to hear what the gossip mills were like at the time 👀 -dany's "please tell me he's okay" always GETS me bc i know dany's the car he crashed with and it was 100% a racing incident but i cannot imagine the guilt he was feeling in the moment. i'm so fond of him he definitely deserved better by the red bull machine -gunther talking about how fire is the worst thing you can have in a crash--and thinking about how guanyu said his biggest fear in his silverstone crash was the car catching fire. we're really lucky that his car didnt honestly -the music design on this in INCREDIBLE like they really did an INSANE job here. cacos "thats an act of god" always gets me. really summarizes how improbably lucky he was to survive that. i'm so glad he did -gunther sucks but the way he insists he has to meet the rescue guys to thank them personally 😭😭 -ALBODIUM MY BELOVED (when will she return) -i didnt write anything down for the grosjean post crash self reflection bit. i just wanted to sit and experience it and not think :) -one can say this sakhir crash was the original checo third wheeling lestappen -when ppl ask how to get into f1, i always bring up the inside story series on youtube, and TOP of recommendations is the inside story on this race! it is truly insane what he did here, cant wait to see this race in full -i just think it wouldve been SO iconic if george had won this race. first ever mercedes race win before he even got a mercedes seat? wouldive been ICONIC. ppl talk abt the domino affect of alex's appendicitis but if mercedes didnt fuck up BOTH their drivers pit stops, checo wouldn't have won (probably), would he have been signed then? new butterfly affect to discuss -I THINK. i know the idea of checo leaving the sport soon is being discussed a lot, and even in this episode he discusses that if its the end for him he is proud of what hes accomplished and thankful for as long as he had to drive in f1. his red bull seat really was a lifeline, a second chance, and he has added to his legacy significantly with red bull. if he loses his seat on 2024, no matter what mean things i've said about him in the heat of the moment, he has a LOT to be proud of. if its his time to go, its his time to go

ep 10: -i think AD is a BANGER of a race track. i'm glad its the finale race -ok so lets see daniel gives renault their first podium in 9 years......then gives mclaren their first win in forever as well.....hmmmm.....washed up who? -cyril getting a tattoo youtube video is So Important 2 ME. cyril calling his wife to tell her the details while daniel dies silent laughing is the instant seratonin boost for me -every time zak & lando have a lil clearly staged chat it has the most sugar baby energy ever why do they do this -lando says so many nice things abt daniel here yet the dando antis choose to ignore them and insist lando does nothing but distrespect him 😡 anti-lando daniel girlies r my least favorite -NOT DANIEL HITTING THE BEAM ABOVE HIM IN THE GARAGE TOO the dando agenda continues -damn i hope they give this much dts attention to the battle for 7th last year too -lawrence rly hired seb to mentor his son huh -aston martin colors Do Fuck we all must admit -frothing at the mouth over the 4433 moment here. its mental illness innit -i've always felt. like the lewis racism segment was a bit shoehorned in here. like they went oh fuck we need to include this somewhere lets just slap it on the end of the episode. i think it would've been so much better and more impactful in a fully lewis focused episode. but ya kno? i'd rather they do it this way than not at all, so i suppose i shouldn't complain too much

#dtsrewatch #she speaks #only 2 episodes behind i'm working on it!

[videostak]

so excited to get to jerry lewis’ later films cause like i really really liked the ladies man and the patsy like theyre tied for my fav film by him but i kno once we get to late 60s early 70s theyre gonna start sucking hard and as much as i genuinely do appreciate his craft i wonder what this guy’s movies are like when his films suck shit. like im expecting cannonball run level of insufferability

[polyskulls]

i still cant believe my icon is canon

like they really do be poly...🥺

#lewvithur #im thinking abt all the drawings we did of #lewis's locket to 2 include the whole group but everyone just added them to the back.. #when we kno lewis #why Wouldnt he be holding both vivi and arthur #we were fools and our expectations were so low #but ben was just like haha bet they poly #thank u ben #i will never be over this image

[soyouthinkucanwrite]

I can be your mirror - Daniel Ricciardo smut!

You feel insecure when you see his ex's instagram and Daniel decides to show you why you don't need to be

Warnings: smut! unprotected sex, low self esteem, etc

You were just chilling in the hotel bed, scrolling through your phone while Daniel finished taking a shower. It was Thursday night in Hungary, and media day was relatively calm (all eyes were still on Max and Lewis, after the whole Silverstone incident).

Your relationship was still new, you guys had just went public a couple months ago, and you liked that you were still discovering things about each other everyday, like how he prefers his eggs in the morning or that small scar under your chin he just noticed yesterday. Yet, some things weren't as fun to find out, like what his exes looked like.

A few fan accounts had started following you, including some F1 WAGs accounts, and you followed some of them back - you wanted to the updated, after all (or at least that's what you told yourself). The thing is, comparisons were inevitable to you - no matter how much you tried to be reasonable, low self esteem was always an issue to you. When a WAGs account posted about Daniel's ex hanging around in the paddock today and how cute her outfit was, you quickly found yourself clicking on the tag and stalking her ig. Perfect. Fucking perfect. You just have to set your own heartbreak up, don’t you? If at least you could let life do that, but no, you had to go and fall for the guy with the instagram models as his exes. You smiled ironically to yourself.

"Did you see Max shutting down that reporter on the press conference today?" Daniel said walking out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his torso and another drying his hair. You quickly locked your phone and looked up, startled like a kid caught with their hands on the cookie jar.

"Hum?" you asked him.

“What were you looking at?” he grinned you, throwing himself on the bed and sitting by your side.

“Nothing” you answered quickly, looking away.

“Don’t be like that. Tell me” he asked again, nudging you with his head.

“It’s nothing Dan, just silly old instagram”

“You wanna know one of the things I love most about you?” He asked before continuing. “You don’t really have filters. And even when you try to hide what you’re thinking, your face and body gives you away” He said. “That’s why you’re so perfect, you’re genuine” he touched your nose with his. “Let’s be honest with each other. Tell me what’s going on in there” Then he tried to lighten the mood saying "Can't be shirtless pictures of me that got you smirking, cause here I am in the flesh for you" you rolled your eyes but smiled at him.

“I’m laughing at myself” You said and he just looked at you, waiting for you to continue. “I’m setting myself up for heartbreak, more and more, and it’s just like me”

“What you’re talking about?”

“Please don’t say it’s stupid” you said before continuing. “You’re like, a rock star… fast cars, VIP, supermodels… these stuff are routine for you, you have the most interesting life. And you could have any girl. And your exes are like movie stars, fucking supermodels, and I'm not sure how much longer till you realize that and just, you know” you said gesturing to yourself and waving your fingers in front of your throat like who says 'abort mission'.

"I should know better, I really should and this might be nothing, but the deeper we get in this, the harder it's to wrap my own head around it and it’s so stupid, but how can anyone compete with that?” You weren’t making any sense, you knew and he was looking at you with his eyebrows raised and lips pressed, like he was holding a smile. “I’m rambling, forget I said anything it's so stupid” You said hiding your face behind your hand.

“I thought you said it wasn’t stupid” He said opening up a smirk and you opened your fingers to look at him. He pulled your hand down. “But you’re right, it is fucking stupid, because there’s no competing with you. I don’t care if I have to repeat that a thousand times for you to believe me, I mean…you had to have a flaw, huh?” You turned your head to the side. “This insecurity of yours, that you’re not good enough, it’s just the most crazy thing ever. Because I feel exactly the same. I’m the one that’s not good enough for you. You’re so smart, and good and you actually do good in the world. I’m just the lucky bastard that got picked to drive in circles around the world”

“You know that’s bullshit” You said.

“I’m serious. This whole stuff, fame, whatever… doesn’t mean anything. It’s just not real. I’m glad I realized that when I did” you were watching him intently. “Racing, challenging myself, working with the team, you... what we have, those are the stuff that are real to me, what really matters".

"Okay" you nodded agreeing.

"If you must to know, the reason why I didn’t work out with anybody else, it’s because we were never more than fuck buddies. Those girls are great fun, but they're more worried about showing than being, you know? And I’m not really interested in talking about them because it doesn’t mean anything, but I’ll tell you anything you ask me” You were dying to ask him more, to know every little details and to learn from their mistakes, but you knew you’d become obsessed with comparing yourself to them and didn’t he just tell you he wasn’t interest in anything about it?

“Sorry” you said quietly.

“What for?”

“Being a nag. Killing the mood” he smiled.

“Don’t-” “you-” “dare-” He kissed your face in between every word. “apologizing-” “for-” “your-” “feelings” he pulled away and looked at you. “Specially not to me. I meant it, let’s be honest, huh?” you nodded smiling back at him. “And if I’m ever a dick, please tell me before screw things up. This is not nothing, okay?”

“Okay”

“And I’m flattered you think I could have any girl” he said grinning. “I mean, I AM pretty hot, but-”

“Shut up. You know I’m right”

“Maybe any girl who cares about that stuff, and my amazing six pack” he says laughing and kissing you.

“And hard butts” you replied laughing and reaching to squeeze his, playfully.

“And hard butts” he agreed, rolling so he was on top of you.

“Those girls are usually the hottest”

“Do you honestly don’t have a mirror at home?” he said pulling away slightly from you. “It’s okay baby” he said in your ear, lifting your shirt over your head, then nibbling at your earlobe, making you moan. “I can be your mirror” he said in a low voice, taking your hands over your head and pinning them with his own.

Then he used his knees to push your legs apart. You were following his face, trying to kiss his mouth but he was holding you down, his lips barely touching your skin now, him hovering over your neck, your collarbone, your exposed breasts. You were squirming now, trying to get some release. He just wouldn’t let you have any yet.

“You have the most amazing skin” he begin saying. “So soft” he looked up to you, you had your eyes closed now. “The most amazing boobs. Fucking perfect tits, so round… and these perking nipples, so hard when you’re turned on” his lips touched your breasts lightly, barely.

“Your hair always smells so good, it’s the perfect frame for your perfect face” He went up again and kissed your lips, biting them lightly and dragging them out. “I love your lips, I love how plumped they are. I’m kind of jealous actually” he chuckled and you opened your eyes rolling them. “And those eyes. Fuck, I know it’s the first thing anyone notices about you, isn’t it? Are you sick of it by now? So big and green. I love seeing them rolling back when you come” he brought one hand down, pulling your pijama pants down and holding both of your hands up with only one of his. “I’m getting there in a minute” he said grabbing your pussy. “I just want to tell you about your ass first” he said sliding his hand through your hips until he reached your ass, grabbing it then releasing to give it a slap. You let out a yelp. “You in the mood for a little rough love?” he slapped you again and you smiled through your moan, this is so hot. And the best part of it was that no one else knew this side of his, just you. It's petty yeah, but you decided to indulge yourself in that thought.

“I love your ass, I swear I was trying to be respectful today, but you were such a tease, on those little shorts, made me hard as soon as you walked in the paddock” he went down to suck your left boob in his mouth and you were so sensitive you couldn’t help but moan, loudly. “Yeah baby, let me hear you. Let everyone hear you” He said releasing your boob and nibbling at it. “I saw how the guys were staring at your ass today. Fuckers, couldn’t help themselves. Let them stare…as long as they know who you belong to” he said leaning down to suck on your other boob. “Tell me who you belong to” his voice was so low.

“Uh…you” You were a moaning mess.

“Huh?”

“You, Daniel! I’m yours”

“That’s right”

“Please” you begged.

“What is it? What you what baby?” he whispered against your skin.

“Touch me, please”

“But I am touching you baby” he said and you heard the smirk in his voice. “Oh, I see what you mean… you want me to touch your pussy?”

“Yeah” you nodded. At the same time this was torture, it felt so, so good.

“This fucking perfect cunt of yours” he said sliding two fingers through your lips and opening them to spread you to him, you were soaking wet and pulsating, clenching around nothing. “Fuck, look at this” He said almost to himself, licking his lips. Then he slid his fingers in, curling them up, making a ‘come here’ motion. He dipped his head down, kissing the inside of your leg, then right over your clit, taking it in between his lips and sucking. You moaned loudly. “Oh sorry baby… you wanted it rough, huh?” he sucked your clit harder, then bit on it lightly. You could scream at how much pleasure he was giving you.

“Fuck! Oh my god Dan” He started to tease you with another finger meanwhile.

“Think you can take another one?” his words sending vibrations against you and making you forget how to form words. “I know you can, you take me so well. Such a good girl for me” he inserted another finger and started to pump them in and out of you faster. “So fucking tight. Can’t wait to feel you around me. That’s my favorite place you know? Buried deep inside your cunt” that was it, you came, hard. Arching your back and hips, Daniel releasing your hands to push you down and hold you there while you came and he kept sucking and licking and biting your clit. You couldn’t take anymore, you pushed him away, pulling his hair.

“Can’t-” You tried to say. “Dan”

“Yes, you can. Come here” He said pulling away and lifting you, dragging you out of the bed and into the bathroom, the rest of your clothes and his towel getting lost in the way. He pushed you against the sink, pulling your face up, making you look at yourself on the mirror. He was pressing against you from behind, his cock leaking in between your legs. “I want you to see what I see” he said staring at you through the mirror. “Gonna fuck you so good, you don’t ever forget how fucking perfect you are” and with that he slammed inside you. “Fucking-” he had one hand on your hair and the other around you, between your folders, massaging your clit. “Fucking heaven, taking me so good”

“Ah Dan” You screamed. He started to fuck you hard and fast, pushing you against the sink. You lifted your head and looked at the mirror, it was the most erotic thing you’ve ever seen. Daniel was dripping sweat, thrusting with perfect precision. His eyes were locked on yours and you knew he was as close as you. The thought of how deep the connection between you were at that moment made you clench again and he lost it, giving you one final thrust and a guttural groan. You came again, shaking more than ever, the feeling too much this time. “I can’t-” You tried to say again. “Too much-” Squeezing him over and over, so he pulled out, still spilling, making a mess over your legs and on the bathroom floor. He was still holding you though.

“I’m right here baby. Right here” He whispered on you ear from behind. You both were riding out your orgasms, rocking slightly, your body leaned on the sink, pressing your boobs against it, and he leaning over you, breathing hard.

After you both calmed down, you tried to move but his weight was too much. You let out a weak laugh and he moved. “Sorry” he said kissing your back. When you got up, you turned to him and kissed him lightly.

“You are-” You said against his lips “amazing”. And kissed him again, lovinly. “Thank you. You make me feel so good, Daniel. Let me take care of you now”

Daniel's POV

This woman is trying to kill me. “Baby I don’t think I have it in me-” “Not like that” she smiled. “I meant with a bath” she said gesturing to the bathtub.

“Yes, please” I said already opening the tap and letting the water run. She went back to the room and returned with a water bottle, taking a sip before passing it to me. I took it from her hand and almost finished it, before giving it back to her.

“Do they have any bubbles? Bath salts?” she asked.

“Hum…I don’t think so, baby” I answered looking around on the sink.

“That’s fine” she smiled, getting in the tub and motioning for me to sit in between her legs. Her hair was up in a knot, but some of it was clinging to her neck due to the sweat. She was so beautiful, I can’t believe she wants me.

“You don’t want me to stay behind you?” she shook her head smiling and I did as she asked, leaning on her. The tap was still running, filling the tub with hot water, while we two of us just soaked in there, relaxing. “This is nice,” I said while she ran her hands through my hair. When the tub was full enough, she turned off the water and applied some body wash on my skin, running her hand over my back and shoulders, it felt so good, so comfortable, like I didn’t have a worry in the world. Then I washed her legs around me, kissing her feet and calves and making her giggle. She kept massaging my shoulders. We stayed there for good while, half an hour? More or less? There’s nothing else in the world other than this bathroom anyway, so who cares?

“Can we stay here forever?” She asked me after a while, kissing behind my neck. I just hummed in response. “Actually, scratch that. I’m getting hungry. And thirsty”

“The limitations of the human body” I said jokingly but got out of the tub after a few minutes. If m’lady wants to eat, I’m getting her food. I dried myself, wrapping a towel around me and holding hers open for her to step out of the tub.

We went back to the room, she picked her clothes from the floor and put them away in her travel bag back inside the closet. I watched as she got a fresh pair of underwear and a clean bra, while I put on boxers and sweatpants. She wore some leggings that hugged her ass perfectly, what a view. I noticed her going through her bag, probably looking for a shirt but I just wanted her to wear some clothing of mine, so I took the hoodie I was going to wear and passed it to her. She smiled and accepted it, it looked oversized on her and covered her ass, but maybe that’s a good thing, I don’t need anyone thirsting over what’s mine, I don’t care how much of a prick that makes me sound.

"Do you wanna order or go out to eat?" I asked her.

"Let's just go downstairs, to the restaurant?"

"Yeah, that's fine" I say and peck her lips.

I put on a sweatshirt, and hold the door open for her. We walk out and the temperature was a bit colder out here in the hallway (or maybe it was just too hot inside the room), so I just take her hand and intertwine our fingers, passing my arms around her and holding her closer. I just love that I can do that whenever I want.

And I plan on doing that for the rest of my life.

#Daniel Ricciardo #daniel ricciardo smut #daniel ricciardo x reader #daniel ricciardo imagine #daniel ricciardo fanfic #formula one #formula one fanfiction

[hawkebegins]

TW: Rape, kidnapping, torture

please don't read if those topics trigger you i hope you enjoy <3

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"Fuck Hotch"

I groaned in pain as he had me pinned down to the floor.

"If you can't defend yourself against me how can I trust you out in the field y/n?"

I rolled my eyes as he released me from his grip.

"Fighting my supervisor is very different from defending myself against a suspect Hotch."

I look over to him expecting some kind of remark only to see him already walking away with his bag heading to the showers. I can never win with him. I've been with the BAU for about 6 years now and he's always been cold with me, distant and I have no idea what I did for him to hate me. I hear my name being called and I look up to see none other than Mr.Freeze himself.

"we have a case let's go"

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This case..there's something about it I have a bad feeling about and it has me feeling uneasy. I can't shake this feeling as a result of that I keep zoning out on the plane.

"Y/N are you with us?"

I look up when I hear Rossi's voice.

"Yeah absolutely. This guy is a sadist,he keeps his victims for days at a time he rapes, burns, forces drugs and alcohol down their system he kills whoever gets in his way and he leaves the body in public places. he doesn't have any certain victimology he goes after children elderlys and women this guy is a sexual sadist who gets off on the torture of everyone. my guess? he's been doing this for years."

"Okay Y/N and Reid go to the crime scene when we land, Lewis and Morgan go to the ME, JJ you go talk to the family Rossi and I will go set up at the local precinct. Y/N a word?" He walks away towards the back away from the team as I follow "what's up hotch?" I look over at him waiting for a response but all he does is sigh " y/n I don't know what's going on with you but you need to get it together. I can't afford an agent who is a risk out in the field." he walks away as I just gawk at him, did that really just happen?

"So what's going on with you and hotch" I look over at Reid before changing the subject. "He branded her, there's wire hangers everywhere. He didn't sleep while he did it either is my guess, there's traces of heroin and empty energy drink cans. We need to catch this guy, today. His timeline is escalating." I look to see a look of pity crossing Reid's face, "What Reid? Did I miss something?"

"No it's not that y/n...its just i'm worried about you. so is the rest of the team, you zoned out today you've been cold towards all of us. Is there something wrong? You're usually talkative, telling us about the latest crazy adventure you've been on you kno-"

"stop. just stop talking, we have a case. let's go we should head back to the precinct"

"Did you learn anything from the crime scene?"  Hotch looks between Reid and I.

"nothing that we didn't already know. he's a sadistic bastard who deserves to one put down like a dog."

"okay y/n go take a breath you're no help to us when you're acting like this"

I roll my eyes at him is he that stupid? Does he know me at all after all these years? "i'm fine. So sorry my anger towards a serial rapist and murder is an inconvenience for you Hotch. Did Lewis and Morgan learn anything from the body?"

"enough. you're off the case y/n you've been distracted since the plane ride here and you're letting your emotions take over. go back to the hotel and get some sleep."

I scoff and look at Rossi and Reid, "are you serious? i'm your expert on sexual based crimes and you're kicking me from the case?"

"go y/n."

I walk out slamming the door behind me. I'm walking into the park to take a breath when I'm approached by a good looking guy. Now I'm an FBI agent. I know I should be more hesitant but today was a shitty day so when he offered to take me out for drinks that night of course I accepted.  Boy was that a mistake.

"Now sweetheart that isn't very nice of you to do come on now give me a pretty smile"

It's been about a day since i've been missing, but am i missing i mean i went with him willingly.

"Go to hell" I spit in his face and all he does is laugh before pulling out the alcohol again.

"Want some water sweetheart? All you have to do is drink."

God he keeps doing this. I keep praying to whatever God will listen for the team to figure it out and find me. I'm so tired and I don't want to fight anymore.

HOTCH POV

"Have you guys heard from y/n since yesterday I sent her back to the hotel and she wasn't happy about it and I went to check on her and she wasn't there"

"I'm sure she's fine hotch, but I think I figured out who we're looking for. His name is Andrew Parker he's had charges brought against him 4 previous times for rape and kidnapping. Garcia got into his cell records he had a date planned with someone named...oh shit."

I look at him and see the way he's hesitating "who is it morgan."

"it's y/n"

All I can think about is the last thing I said to her the way I treated her. I was a complete asshole to her.

"Get Garcia on the phone. Now."

y/n pov

"A-andrew please i'm begging you just kill me." he just smirks at me while pulling up his pants.

"Now sweetheart, what would the fun in that be?"

I just want it to stop. I need it to stop. I've given up hope that the team will find me. I'm sure Hotch is cheering that I'm gone.

All of a sudden I see the door shoot open revealing Hotch and the team.

"FBI,GET ON YOUR KNEES NOW HANDS UP"

"Now, is there really a need for that agent hotchner? you know y/n here has been crying for you for hours. She cried for you when I burned her. She cried for you when i raped her and she cried for you when i made her do things she never thought possible."

"Get him outta here" He starts walking towards me to uncuff me from the bed i was cuffed to.

*few hours later on the plane ride home*

I'm staring out the window when Hotch comes and sits across from me. "you okay, agent?"

"i'm fine hotch you don't have to pretend that you care"

He looks like i just punched him in the face but i can't make myself care. It's been obvious from day one that he hates me.

"Hotch, can I ask you something?"

"anything" he replies and i try and ignore the butterflies i feel in my stomach.

"why do you hate me?" He looks at me shocked like he's surprised i would ever even think that.

"i don't hate you y/n...i could never hate you."

"then why are you always so.."

"Cruel? Cold? Distant?"

i look out the window avoiding his gaze before responding

"...yeah."

He moves to sit next to me and he grabs my hand to get my attention and i flinch not meaning to but still on edge from the case but i look at him waiting for a response.

"Because I love you, y/n," he whispered, "I have loved you since the day we met, all those years ago."

I just stare at him in shock because is this really happening?

"you love me?"

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should i do a part 2???

#criminal minds #hotch x y/n #x reader #hotch x reader angst

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Ch. 6: The Ending of Delilah

Fandom: Criminal Minds // Pairing: Spencer Reid x OFC

Chapter Summary: Time is of the essence to find Delilah and Marlene before they get hurt.

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The precinct might as well have been in flames. The BAU had the opportunity to watch their chief get yelled at by the U.S. Marshal. Delilah Carrero had managed to slip from the BAU's fingers.

"Don't you think one of us should go in there?" Morgan was watching the whole argument unfolding and was just barely restraining himself from going into the meeting room to argue himself.

"No, there's no point," Rossi shook his head. "They've already made their minds up about us. The best we can do is find Delilah and Marlene."

"We may have that now," Emily announced behind the group. She and Spencer had just finished their conversation with Penelope about the candy stores.

"Garcia said that one of the candy stores had a fire about two weeks ago," Spencer came right to the front of the group. "That's one week before the first homicide." He gave them time to reach the same conclusion he, Emily and Garcia had.

"One week to stalk Delilah and learn her schedule," JJ was the one to say it out loud. One week for stalking, the next week had the two murders and then finally going for Delilah and Marlene.

"Coincidentally, the fire was said to have started over night, reasons unidentified for now," Spencer added. They knew the reason.

"We assume this is where Marlene is and it's where Delilah is headed to," Emily said.

"Then we have to go there," Morgan dropped his folded arms to his sides.

"Great, who gets to tell them?" Rossi nodded to the meeting room. He wasn't interested in doing it.

Because inside, things were not going any better.

"Delilah has put herself in danger!" Lewis was raging and pacing in front of Hotch. "I pulled her out because she was next on the list! There were 3 witnesses and one was murdered! Is that what you want?"

Hotch wasn't going to fall for any of those guilt-laced questions. "Miss Carrero took that decision all on her own. Despite not knowing her exact age, I can safely assume that she's not a child."

Lewis stopped to glare. "Your agents were responsible for her! You made yourself responsible!"

"Yes, and we still are which is why I'd rather do my job than stand here and listen to you," Hotch retorted. "It's been an hour of this so I know that my team already has a proposed plan. Would you like to continue this or…?"

Lewis watched him gesture to the bullpen where sure enough the agents were watching. "We need to find her."

"Agreed," Hotch motioned Lewis towards the doors. "Shall we go do that?"

Lewis' face expressed more jabs but he was very right about the time. It was the only reason he came out of the room with Hotch. As soon as the two men emerged, the rest of the team gathered together again.

"Delilah Carrero may look like a sweet girl but trust me when I say that she is very skilled," Lewis started and claimed all the attention. "Before any of this, she was working for the criminal justice system and believe me when I say that when armed, she can make her target." That being said, his eyes darted towards Emily and Spencer. "Did she take any of yours?" The two in question shook their heads. "Alright, the good news is that she won't go back to her place for the weapon she owned. It would take too much time."

"Knowing that she's skilled means she has a higher chance of staying out of trouble," Hotch said. It did count a lot in these situations. "Was Garcia able to find out which of the stores Marlene would be in?"

"Uh, yeah," Emily nodded. "We think it's the store that went up in flames. Reconstruction hasn't started yet so it's the perfect spot to hide out for now."

"I'll go talk to the Chief," Lewis said but before he left the team, he said one more thing, "You know what these men did in plain sight. If they get a glimpse of Delilah, they will not hesitate to kill her."

"I don't think they will," Spencer's opposition stopped Lewis halfway to the office.

The man turned around, his expression half incredulous that he'd be challenged in this manner. "Excuse me?"

"I don't think that's the case," Spencer had no problem repeating himself. "If anything, it'll give her some time. It's like we said before, this whole time the target has been Delilah. They had a chance to take her since the moment they found her three weeks ago, but they didn't. They're toying with her."

"I'm not sure that's any better—"

"I didn't say it was. I said it would buy her some time."

Lewis frowned. He looked over to Hotch but it was unclear if it was to ask for some backup or instigate a reprimanding. Either way, Hotch did nothing about it. With a shake of his head, Lewis left.

"Hey, Hotch," Morgan called in a quiet voice so that only the team would hear, "We're doing this our way, right? Guy like that…" he glanced at the Chief's office, "...he's only going to get in the way and we don't have a lot of time to waste."

"That's very true — while they wouldn't shoot Delilah on sight, it doesn't guarantee how long they'll keep her alive," Spencer said.

"Okay, boy genius, he's gone," Morgan made a gesture for him to bring it down but Spencer was quite serious with his words.

"We don't know if having Delilah means they'll let Marlene go or kill her for being a witness. They already did it once!"

"Okay, so let's make our move," Rossi said. He had no problem going ahead with or without the support of the precinct. They were there to do a job, after all.

Hotch gave the final nod.

~ 0 ~

Delilah was talented at being sneaky. She grew up with two older brothers and traditional parents. She had some extensive background in being sneaky.

The street leading up to the dulceria was a street that Delilah was extra cautious about. She wasn't sure if the quick-witted BAU had already began the hunt for her and since they had the entire precinct at their disposal, any one civilian could be a UC. She made herself blend in by simply walking in plain sight. That was the key to a lot of missions. Hide by not hiding.

She eventually came across the dulceria and stopped a few paces back. She wasn't too familiar with the building's schematics but maybe it wouldn't matter as much. The fire had taken down a lot of its structure.

You're going in blind, the nagging voice in her head was persistent in its attempts to make her think logically. There's no backup.

Delilah shook her head and by extension the voice too. She couldn't afford to think logically when a young girl's life was on the line. She had a decent plan that involved a good yelling in the end if she made it out alive. If.

Oh, it was a punch to her stomach. Six months in Witness did that to her. She was so lonely that maybe, deep inside, she had come to terms that dying was better than continuing to live the way she was. Whatever it was, it made her go it through the front entrance.

She tried her best to be quiet, hoping that maybe there was a chance to retrieve Marlene and get out, but that all died the moment she heard the clicking of a gun behind her.

"Dammit," her eyes fell shut for a second.

"Took you long enough to get the message," Michael Sade was behind her when she turned around. "I was beginning to think that maybe, just maybe, we'd gotten your middle name wrong."

It was strange to say that Delilah didn't feel scared. She was too angry to be scared. There stood one of the men responsible for the drastic changes she had to make in her life.

"You shaved the beard," she said first. Michael was tall but what really made him distincitable was the dark brown beard he had six months ago. Now, there wasn't even a mustache. He looked like any other ordinary man.

Michael smirked at her. "What's it been? Six months?"

"Since you committed mass murder? Yeah, maybe around six months."

"Oh, you got funny." Michael forced Delilah to turn around and held his gun at the side of her head. "You know it's so much nicer to finally get to know you in person instead of having to research you."

Delilah crinkled her nose at his closeness. The gun pressing to her skin wasn't the biggest issue right now. If she was right, he would toy with her for a while. She still had time. "I always knew that one of you had to have had decent tech skills. No way in hell you would ever figure out my middle name without some basic hacking."

"Dulce," Michael hummed. "Very different. And sweet." He laughed lightly. "Get my joke?" He gave Delilah a moment to answer but she did nothing of the sort. "Well, at least you got an upgrade because Delilah is much better, don't you think? No one wants Dulce as their neighbor, nor friend."

"Where's Marlene?" Delilah demanded.

"Ooh, right, our special guest," Michael dragged the gun to the back of Delilah's head. "Walk," he ordered. "And if you make a single move she dies. I'm not alone here."

Delilah moved where he instructed her to. She tried taking everything in for later. The air was still raw with the scent of ash and burnt candy. Everything was full of soot and the ground was slippery from it. Eventually, she saw Marlene where the cash register counter once was. She was tied by the wrists behind her back and gagged.

"Marlene!" Delilah rushed towards the girl only to stop when a second man emerged from the darkness behind Marlene. This wasn't Jordan like she originally suspected. She cocked her head to the side. "Danny?"

She recognized the man's mugshot from the previous investigation she was a part of. Danny Hale was known to be an expert at robbery and murder. Amazing resume. He was tall with a fresh buzz-cut and clenched jaw...and with another gun aimed at Marlene.

"Okay, okay, clearly I'm outnumbered but I am the target," Delilah said, slowly raising her hands in the surrender gesture. "Let Marlene go. She has nothing to do with it."

Marlene was in tears and downright scared. She couldn't talk but she was following the conversations as best as she could. Delilah met her gaze several times and she tried her best to show that she had this and that it would be okay.

"Oh sweetheart, you think we gave a crap about this girl?" Danny tapped the butt of his gun against the back of Marlene's head. "She was a means to an end."

"And now I'm here, so she can go!"

"If she goes, then it'll be dragged as a corpse."

Marlene whimpered instantly. Delilah ran for the girl and dropped in front of her. "It's okay, you're going to be okay."

"Yeah, don't make promises you can't keep," Michael warned.

Delilah looked back with a glare. "Just shoot me instead. Marlene has no idea who I am nor why we're here. She wouldn't be able to tell the cops anything."

"Not true, she'd know that this is your fault," Michael pointed at her with his gun. His eyes flickered to Marlene. "I swear to you that this is her fault. Delilah's not her real name. Everything you know about her is a damn lie."

"Lies that I was forced into for my own safety!" Delilah snapped. "I was put into Witness Protection because you wanted to kill the only people who could put you in prison! No matter how you try to spin it, I'm not going to feel bad that I had to cover up my name."

"So what if we shoot her, then?" Michael gave a nod at Danny and suddenly Marlene felt the cool tip of a gun pressing to her head. "Would you feel bad then?" Delilah glowered. When Michael knew that she knew he was in charge, he moved onto business. "I need to know where the other witness is. Carol Grant. Where is she?"

"I don't know!" Delilah heard the clicking of Danny's gun. "I really don't! They don't tell you where other witnesses are going!"

Michael groaned. "Annoying. We struck out with you, you know. Found you by accident. Me and Danny were heading over to meet the others. And who do we find coming out of a gas station?" Delilah cursed her luck right at that moment. "We couldn't leave then. We had to watch you, learn when it'd be the best chance to make our move."

"Didn't take long," Danny laughed behind the women. "And then we got bored so...someone had to die."

"You don't kill because you're bored," Delilah shook her head. "You make plans. You chose that couple for a reason."

"Ooh, she's smart, isn't she?" Michael asked Marlene. "You know she's a cop, right?" Just as Delilah was about to say something, Michael hopped the side of his head with a sarcastic laugh. "Oh no, sorry, an agent. And to our misfortune, a material witness in what I heard was a gruesome murder spree."

Marlene turned her head in Delilah's direction, her teary eyes begging Delilah for some truth. Delilah gave her a nod. "I'm sorry. I never wanted to bring you into anything like this. It's why I never made friends."

"Not true," Danny smirked. "Clearly."

"Enough!" Delilah exclaimed. "You got what you wanted! I'm here! And even if you don't get to the third witness what does it matter? Without me in the picture, the cops are 2 material witnesses short. Their case grows weaker against you. So just let Marlene go and just kill me already."

"What do you say?" Michael looked over at Danny. "Should we get it over with?"

"I'm not sure, boss…" Danny dragged his gun back and forth over Marlene's head, "Sounds kind of boring. Doing it so quickly?"

Michael nodded. "Yeah, I think you may have a point. So that leaves the question…" his eyes found Delilah's and Marlene's. "What should we do in the meantime?"

~0~

The only burned-down candy store was fairly easy to discover. After long, long arguments everyone managed to come together to create an orderly plan of extraction. Their first attempt would be to create a simple distraction tactic to pull Delilah and Marlene out of harm's way.

The agents divided themselves in two groups to take the front entrance while the second went in through the back. JJ would then organize the remaining officers with them to take positions by the open windows and slits large enough to allow someone in or out. The building was in a chaotic state after all.

Morgan and Spencer were side by side on their way in from the back entrance. The closer they got to the actual store, the more noises they started to hear. Amongst them was Delilah's and she was arguing. It was hard to decide whether or not it was good to hear her arguing. On the one hand, it meant she was relatively unharmed but on the other hand...she wasn't armed and she was arguing with known murderers.

Delilah had already been tied like Marlene sans the gag. "Eventually, people will come and you're going to be surrounded! Your best bet is to leave right now!"

Michael laughed. "You'd like that, wouldn't you?"

"It doesn't matter what happens because there's still 4 others — I won't be going home for a very long time. If ever."

Michael took a deep satisfaction watching Delilah come to terms with that all over again. His only regret was that he couldn't see the first time she realized that. A sharp clang of a pipe broke the silence that'd fallen over.

Danny whirled around behind, gun aimed at whoever had dared to trespass. "You think it could be the cops, boss?"

Michael wouldn't put it behind them to actually try something. "Go check it out. Whoever it is, even if it's a damn beggar, shoot 'em."

Danny nodded and went off. Delilah glanced at Marlene when it was just them three. Michael assumed what could be going on and since he wasn't about to let anyone take him, he stormed up to Delilah and yanked her off the ground.

"You're staying with me from now on," he declared.

"From where I stand, you're the one running out of time," she said simply and plainly. Whatever would transpire, it would end fast.

As it was, Danny was making his way to the back of the store with his gun aimed ahead of him. Like Michael, he wouldn't be taking any chances. First moving thing he saw, he would shoot at. He abruptly stopped when he heard another noise on his left. He turned fast only to hear a click behind him.

"One move, and you're done," Morgan warned.

Danny stayed right where he was. Spencer appeared from the direction of the sound Danny had heard and quickly disarmed him.

"If you shoot, Michael takes care of the girls," Danny warned the two.

"So there's just two of you," Spencer nodded, flashing a smile at the man. "Thanks for the heads up."

Danny didn't take the sarcasm well. His body jerked the moment he went for the punch but he never made it. Morgan fired behind him. Danny dropped to the ground dead.

Michael heard the gunshot and immediately pulled Delilah's body in front of him. One arm was around waist, holding onto her tightly. "I swear to God if he's dead—"

"He is," Delilah rolled her eyes. "I told you that would happen if you didn't get the hell out of here!"

"I'll listen from now on, sweetheart. I promise," Michael pulled her with him towards the entrance. "But you're coming with me."

Delilah struggled to break free from his grip. "I'm not! Let me go!"

Michael only made 3 more steps before he came face to face with Hotch, Emily and Rossi. "Out of my way," Michael warned as he pressed his gun to the side of Delilah's head.

"We can't do that," Rossi said.

"You don't move, then she gets it," Michael pressed the gun harder against Delilah, making her wince.

"And then you get bullets from three agents," Hotch pointed out. "I don't think that's what you want either."

"I am not going to jail!" yelled Michael. "I've come too far to let that happen!"

"Maybe we can work out a deal—" Emily started when Michael snorted.

"I'm not an idiot, agent," he spat. "You know how many important people I took out back in D.C.? There's no deal coming my way."

He was absolutely right, but no one would admit to it.

Delilah had stopped fighting a while ago and Michael hadn't even realized it. She was studying her possibilities and was taking every detail into account. She heard Marlene's quiet little whimper, something that Michael wouldn't take into account due to the three agents in front of him. He was going back and forth with them about his escape.

Delilah managed to turn her head slightly to the left and caught movement from Marlene's legs. It was now but with both of her arms tucked between her back and Michael's chest, Delilah used the only weapon she had at her disposal.

"Michael!" she yelled suddenly and once again turned her head to the left to bite his arm around her waist.

"The fuck—" Michael yanked his arm off her, pushing her so that she was forced to turn around. He took aim on her but before he took the shot, Hotch did. With a bullet to the clavicle, Michael was forced down.

Emily pulled Delilah back and made sure that she was alright. Rossi and Hotch took care of Michael. Delilah waved Emily' hands away from her. She was more focused on Marlene anyways but to her relief, Spencer and Morgan were helping the girl stand up.

"Where's Danny?" she asked, but Emily had no idea. "There-there was another man—"

"He's gone," Morgan said to her.

Delilah grimly watched Michael be taken away. Even if one was dead and the other was in jail, there was no way this was over for her.

"Delilah?" Marlene's trembling voice pulled Delilah's attention off Michael.

"Oh God!" Delilah ran towards the girl. "I am so sorry! I'm so sorry!" She wrapped her arms around Marlene so tightly that she might've been blocking some air.

"I-I don't understand what-what was all of this?" Marlene hugging back was a good sign that Delilah took so graciously. "Your name's not Delilah?"

Delilah stepped back from Marlene with a more troubled face than before when they were actually being held hostage. "Um...I…"

"We should get you checked out," Spencer suddenly said to Marlene. "The medics are outside."

Marlene was too out of it to put up a protest. Delilah silently thanked Spencer for the interruption.

"You should let one of the medics check you too," Morgan motioned her to follow Marlene and Spencer.

"I'm fine," Delilah languidly waved him off.

"No, you're not," Morgan turned her around.

"No, I'm not," she quietly agreed.

~ 0 ~

"You're right, there's no way you're getting a deal," Emily paced in front of Michael's table in the interrogation room, "But I wonder if you're really going to let your partners get away with it." Michael lifted an eyebrow at her. "You're all responsible for what happened in D.C. but you're going to take the fall? C'mon," Emily stopped pacing to face the man, "You're not that big of an idiot."

Michael said nothing initially. He raised his head to meet Emily' gaze and revealed the bemusement he had for all of this. "It's plain and simple," he finally said minutes later.

"Yeah, what is?"

"I name them and then it's really all over but if I don't…" Michael leaned forwards on the table, "Then Delilah—" he rolled his eyes at the fake name, "—is forced to keep living in the shadows. She and the other witness will always have to look over their shoulders."

Emily glowered at the man. "But you'll go to jail."

"Who's to say one of my men won't come for me?"

Emily scoffed. "You really think you'll get a chance to escape from prison? Don't make me laugh," she turned to leave.

"Say goodbye to Delilah for me, will you? I know Jordan is waiting for Danny and I to come," Michael smirked when Emily stopped by the door. "And when they realize what happened, they'll really start hunting Delilah again."

Emily wanted nothing more than to wipe the smirk off his face. It took every last part of her to get out of the room. "He's not giving anything up," she said to the others.

"Yeah, we got that," Morgan mumbled. "What else do we have?"

"Nothing," Hotch said.

"So Delilah really will have to move again," Spencer sighed lightly. "And she'll have to get a new identity. Again."

"There's nothing we can do," Rossi glanced through the interrogation room window. Michael was certainly pleased knowing what he was doing. There was no man power that would ever make him change his mind.

"Hey," JJ walked up to the team, "I just finished talking to Lewis and the Chief. Marlene is going to be fine and Delilah is back in her hotel room."

"I feel like we need to apologize to her," Emily looked at the others. "At the very least explain what happened here. We owe her that."

"You'll need to be quick," JJ warned. "Lewis mentioned they were leaving soon."

Emily glanced at Hotch for his say. He had nothing against it. Emily took off as soon as she was given the 'ok'.

"Emily?" she heard her name just as she was reaching the entrance. Spencer was sprinting to catch up with her. "Can I...can I, uh…"

Emily smiled knowingly at him but this time she kept her comments. "Let's go," she pushed open the door.

~ 0 ~

Marlene was taken care of in the hospital due to the ligature marks around her wrists and ankles. It was there that Delilah eventually met with her to really get to talk to her. She explained however much she could in hopes that Marlene would understand the situation and not be completely angry (as she had a right to be).

Marlene sat at the edge of the hospital bed and listened to everything Delilah said. "I can't believe it," was the first thing she had to say. "I...I would've never guessed."

"Good, that's sort of what I was going for," Delilah smiled lightly. "I should've never made you a target—"

"You didn't, they did," Marlene gently corrected her. "I think you took your job of being secretive very seriously. I just thought you were too shy to make friends or get a boyfriend. I never thought it'd be because you're in Witness Protection."

"Still, I'm very sorry about everything," Delilah lowered her head with utter shame.

Marlene reached over to touch Delilah's arm. "It's not your fault." Delilah thanked her repeatedly for that. "So...what happens now?"

Delilah swallowed hard at the question. She'd been thinking about it ever since she was taken out of the store. "I, uh...I blew my cover."

"So you have to move again?"

Delilah shrugged. "Not unless we can get Michael to give up the location of his other partners."

At that moment, Lewis and two other men approached them. Marlene saw them first and quickly pointed Delilah to them. Delilah turned and put all of her faith on Lewis that somehow they'd gotten Michael to say something.

Lewis levelled Delilah with a straight face.

~ 0 ~

Spencer and Emily reached the hotel soon and made their way up to Delilah's floor. They were mighty surprised to find the housecleaner already inside. The moving must be happening now.

"Delilah?" Emily called as they entered the room.

Spencer spotted the maid coming out of Delilah's bedroom. "Excuse me, where's the guest?"

"Already checked out," the woman said. "Called in an hour ago."

"They didn't even bother coming back?" Emily frowned.

Spencer knew the answer to that when he spotted Delilah's journal still sitting on the coffee table from earlier. He walked over and saw even the chocolate marshmallow lollipop was still next to it just like they had left it.

"She's gone," he said quietly. Emily looked in his direction and saw what he was staring at.

"I need to clean the room," the maid said with an edgy tone. "Will you be taking her things?"

"Uuh…" Emily knew that Delilah had brought over the bare necessities until the case was over. It was nothing of importance, except…

"Just this," Spencer had gingerly picked up the journal and after a moment's thought, the lollipop as well. "We'll hand it back to her when we find her," he told the maid who carelessly waved at them to leave.

Emily said nothing until they were back in the car. "Spencer, we can't take that—"

"If we didn't, then someone else would have," he said reasonably. "I don't know what Delilah wrote in this thing but it was important to her from the start." He barely hid his smile when he remembered the way they'd first met Delilah. Jumping up and down for a journal meant it had to be special. "She's from D.C. so maybe one day she'll come back."

Emily was still unsure. "I don't know, Spencer. Maybe we should just give it to Hotch. Maybe he could find Lewis—"

"They're gone, Emily," Spencer's tone was sharp and he may have possibly gripped the journal in his hand. "Lewis doesn't even like us. He's not going to take any calls from Hotch."

Emily watched him for a second before deciding that, as usual, he was right. Lewis made his disdain for them very clear before any of this happened. Even if they did call, he wasn't going to answer. Delilah was long gone by now.

By the time they returned to the precinct, the journal was tucked away in Spencer's messenger bag. No one noticed it and if they did, none of them would say anything. Hours later would find the team climbing into the jet to return home. It'd been a long case so it wasn't long before most of them fell asleep.

Spencer was one of the few to still be awake. It was hard to sleep when he felt like they hadn't really solved anything. People had died. Marlene the barista was probably going to be traumatized for a very long time. And Delilah?

No, not Delilah.

The fake name was an insult at this point. He may not have her real first name but he had the second closest thing: her middle name Dulce. After everything she'd gone through, she deserved to be remembered with some truth to her and not with the details of a fake identity. By this hour, she was probably long out of California and was on route to some far off state. She would be starting all over again. Solitude all over again and for God knew how long.

They hadn't solved anything. Not even close.

Spencer pulled out the marshmallow lollipop from his bag. It was such a silly thing to carry around and yet he'd done it. Why? No idea. But he didn't really feel that gnawing from his mind to figure it out. It was strange — after all, figuring things out was what he was best at. The sweet candy was something he didn't have to figure out, simply enjoy.

Before he knew it, he started unwrapping the lollipop. He was careful to make it quiet so no one would hear but he nearly lost the battle when he saw the clown face the wrapper claimed the lollipop would have.

'The clown picture is misleading but the sweetness is indescribable. When you go home, you should have it.'

The lollipop was nothing like what the wrapper advertised. The squishy blue gumdrops for eyes weren't symmetrical with each other — not even close — and the red smile-shaped gumdrop was lopsided. It was the silliest candy he'd ever held. And yet…

He took a small bite from the top and chewed slowly. He had chocolate before but this taste was strikingly different. It was sweeter, a bit more natural if he had to describe it. Funny, Delilah — Dulce — couldn't come up with a way to describe it and he had in a few seconds.

He felt a bit funny that he wouldn't be able to share that with her.

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bro 👁👁 if u wanna talk more abt jodi and her parenting i would LOVE to hear it :D honestly you worded it much better than i could asdmsbf ty!!

THANK U SO MUCH IVE BEEN DYING TO TALK ABOUT THIS FOR A HOT MINUTE ok im gonna bleed this in with some of MY headcanons personally and some of the canon dialogue!! i’ll bold my headcanons so its easier to differentiate what im talkin about bopbop also this is SO long im sorry

also this makes it seem like i don’t like jodi i do!! (thats my mom in law hehe) but like... just some of the stuff she says points to deeper insecurity issues. 

so in short: this is kind of a jodi analysis.

it’s def touched upon by multiple people that she doesn’t seem happy (her dialogue is full of ‘i wants’ and ‘i wishes) but i do think that’s not entirely the case, it’s just a classic mother thing to feel sort of (lack of a better word) trapped into motherhood and her responsibilities. and i def think kent being away probably worsened that.

with kent being away she was pretty much a single mother, and as seen in sam’s canon character, he has to do a lot to make up for kent’s absence... financially and emotionally, for both her and vince. vince needs a positive male figure to look up to to inspire him to be the best he can be, and jodi needs stability and help with her own responsibilities. sam tries to fulfill all of that and even some of his marriage dialogue (and his three heart event) it definitely puts stress on him.

so, sam tries his best! but in some dialogue and sam’s heart events you can see she still gets on him for things that makes him like :/ she still views him as a child occasionally despite being a full adult who is also sorta-parenting vincent, acting as some sort of doing-good role model for him, and i believeeee he says he tries to be his best specifically for vincent’s growth.

jodi still treats vincent like a child, but she still treats him better than she treats sam often. which kinda ties into the point i made about sam being the trial/error kid. i’ve headcanoned and i’ve seen others also say that kent and jodi got married straight out of high school. u kno typical military stuff. this also kind of explains her sort of ‘trapped feeling’ dialogue since it seems like she didn’t get much time to explore the world or maybe even explore herself as an individual. caroline likes gardening, marnie loves animals to death, and robin knows woodworking/a trade but jodi... just has regular ‘housewife’ things like cooking and cleaning.

^ like this doesn’t sound like someone who had a CHOICE in what her life has turned out to be. and i think sam got the BRUNT of that.

and here ^ she’s kind of immature in some of her dialogue, esp since (like u said in ur post!!) that sam caught on to it and has reacted negatively to it. i would venture to a point and say she most likely suffered with post-partum depression for sam especially if she felt trapped with kent as she does in game. i def think that with this and in canon, sam was probably used as her guinea pig for parenting. obviously no one is a natural born mother but if kent had just gone away in the military and she had sam, i can definitely see where some resentment for kent and sam would come in... along with resentment for herself for getting herself into that situation.

which that kind of train of thought could be an explanation for some of her self-deprecating/wants and wishes dialogue. once the issues of raising sam had kinda smoothed out, and he became old enough to realize exactly what was going on with his father/the war and his mother’s reactions to that stress, she probably already figured out how to parent vincent. esp since sam and vincent seem so similar (adhd imo) what didn’t work with sam jodi was able to figure out.

but going back to how she treats sam! i do think she would still kind of hold some resentment. obviously she loves sam but she still views him as a child, despite how mature he really is... like in his marriage dialogue and his three heart event. i honestly think his whole sunshine/golden retriever boy personality is ofc true but. partially true. i think he does it as a save face for how he really feels, which is anxious (about his fathers return and vincent growing up).

but one of the first tags i put! def more headcanon-y just from the stuff i mentioned above. jodi definitely gives me the ‘weaponizes basic needs’ in an argument type of mom. u kno the whole “i feed you, you have a roof over your head, i put clothes on your back” kind of manipulation. which.. yeah jodi you should! i think she’s very insecure about herself and very anxious over her situation and is at a constant state of trying to prove to herself her own worth. like.. the only thing she is/does is be a mother so when sam (or not so often vincent) fuck up, she takes it personally because raising those two is the only thing she really does. if she sees herself as a failure there... then what as she spent her life doing (instead of travelling/having hobbies/etc)

kids naturally fuck up she learned through sam!! one of the things my mother told me all the time while growing up was that it was “her first time ever being a mother” and i think jodi would honestly... have those same thoughts. she’s tired and overworked and on top of that has to raise two boys as a ‘single mother’. i think she’d snap easily on sam from too much pressure, whether he was younger (by accident) or as he got older (on purpose). it seems like there’s little room for accidents on anyone else’s part in her house.

like sam’s four heart event. ignoring the obvious why-the-hell-are-you-handing-me-an-egg issue, sam very obviously drops the egg on accident, and jodi storms in and creates an issue out of it. which... it’s an accident. it seems out of character for sam to drop the egg on purpose and cause an issue for his MOTHER. obviously he does stuff that makes lewis mad on purpose, but he doesn’t do stuff like that to jodi. but she still gets upset over... his hand slipping.

and his ten heart event. why don’t we talk about that more often? from her dialogue its hinted at that she thought he was ... y’know... but still had said if i recall correctly!! “i’m coming in”. there was no question and it gives sam no option to tell her no. so it seems she has that kind of ‘control’ in their house where she can just invade sam’s privacy (granted.. she knocked but still) even when she thought he was doing THAT. idk i don’t like the “i’m coming in”... it seems like she is not giving sam the further consent for her to enter his room (or private space)

ok this is long i need to wrap this up but bottom line she loves her kids. of course she does! but i think sam definitely gets treated ‘worse’ and kinda has as the firstborn/oldest. jodi, with her kids, finally has some control of her life back since she is their mother and they have to listen to her. she doesn’t know exactly what she’s doing still, and once one of the boys (sam) messes up she takes it as a personal attack since the One thing she does in her life is be a mother. this was very long but thank u !!!! i love doing a lil character analysis

#stardew valley #jodi #sam #vincent #kent #wont do the full character tags but u kno

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No I'm sorry because I do agree that if what Christian said is true and RBR employee's children are being bullied than that is categorically wrong but don't tell us that we can't call out a pattern of RBR continually victimising themselves and their employees or any individuals associated with RBR in situations that they are wrong in, victimisation that is in fact perpetuated by toxic RBR stans. Don't tell us we can't call out the negative behaviour exhibited by RBR and their employees.

RBR don't victimise themselves? The RBR that incited racist abuse against Lewis by insinuating that he purposefully with malicious intent crashed into Max only to later suggest that their golden boy had been (Rightfully) criticised for inciting racist hate against the only black driver of the sport and therefore this perpetuation of discriminatory behaviour isn't that bad. That RBR?

RBR stans don't attempt to victimise their employees? Oh the same stans that coddled Max like he was a little baby the 2 TIMES he said ableist slurs and the one time he defended racist abuse. "Oh but he's Dutch", "It's part of his culture" "He's young" "Well actually Nelson said the N-word a year ago sooo", "Hey guys I think we should keep Kelly and Max out of this even though Kelly just liked a post in which she agreed it was okay for her father to use that language and Max just suggested that every black person who was offended by that racial slur had simply misinterpreted the definition" DO NOT infantilise a 24 year old man only to turn around and accuse us of thinking RBR and their stans are the masters of being victims and making people the victims.

P.s. Also you guys totally said leave RBR/Max out of the Juri vipps situation and it was really funny because no one was acc talking about them and then u guys opened ur mouth and we remembered oh yh Max also used discriminatory language oh yh rbr did the same thing and then we realised that the only reason you wanted us to separate rbr/Max from juri was bcs yall realised that Max did the same exact thing and u lowkey agree that vips did something messed up but u couldn't possibly say that Max messed up so u just attempted to separate the two situations (well played u lil victimisers)

Oh and wasn't RBR so upset about Deitrich dying. Well how come they had a whole party to celebrate Max's victory?.

And yeah you guys bring up a very good point RBR employees shouldn't be abused for doing their job. So why was Shaila Ann Rao having her whole integrity questioned by a bunch of you guys because she used to work for Mercedes and now the FIA - Fun Fact: 4 men from Ferrari also worked at the FIA but you guys had nothing negative to say about that. Was it misogyny or sexism idk but there's something very messed up there. Oh and why is Angela always being reduced to Lewis' s*x slave when she's an educated physio like yall do kno that happened right - for the longest time Angela was not given the respect she deserved. Oh and we musn't forget the time Susie got told she belonged in the kitchen. But then Hannah Schmidt gets called a snake and you guys are so outraged. You know before hannah got called a snake Angela got called a s*x slave but I suppose you become anti-misogyny when the RBR woman gets called a snake. To clarify, it's good that Misogynistic attitudes within f1 are being combated but like where was all of this outrage when that was happening to the merc ladies. Or acc where was this attitude when ur golden boy called Kelly his "most expensive purchase" or is there a doubl3 standard in the fact that you absolutely CANNOT call out the misogyny of ur golden boy objectifying his girlfriend but hannah schmidt getting called a snake is what makes u put ur anti-misogyny hats on.

Oh and apparently Toto like leaked the budget cap info and he was the first person to know? No it was actually AMUS. And apparently Toto musn't leak info like this about RBR because the current situation on social media is very anti-rbr (do I sense some victimising) but like Helmut can accuse Lewis of taking performance enhancing drugs after he saw the fallout of Silverstone, Horner can accuse Lewis of faking injury after seeing how RBR stannies latch onto his words and unleash racist abuse. But toto's the bad guy. Funny how you teehee over Christian's misogyny and discrimination and call it 'Shitstirring' but lose respect for Toto talking about Abu Dhabi.

And the next bit may sound like me being a right bi*ch but I'm not going to care about the mental health of a team/man/fanbase that refused and often denied the mental trauma that other members of the f1 community have suffered at the hands of this pathetic team. Lance get's called ableist slur and apparently that isn't a horrific thing to experience as if it won't make Lance feel horrified at the implications and the thing is maybe there are neurodivergent people on the F1 grid, maybe there are people with hidden disabilities and what does that do to their mental health but its fine because Max is Dutch and young and he doesn't know the meaning of the language (Maybe someone should have educated him the first time he said it so it wasn't said a second time?) And apparently he doesn't use it that often and it was just a slip of the tongue in that situation but I've never heard any other driver use a slur on team radio. Have you? And if he's saying it so casually on his radio how casually is he saying it day to day life. And if he is saying it in day to day life than how can it just be a slip of the tongue. Oh and if someone was too distressed to go into the car again after a crash like Romaine's then Max would just fire them, why should i sympathise with his mental health when he himself cannot sympathise with the distress of the people around him. And the large communities who have to deal with the negative implications of having their safe sport (place) being infiltrated by a man who can say the same slurs as the bullies in school or the thugs on the streets apparently will have perfect mental health after such an incident because apparently Max doesnt care enough to apologise when a whole organisation asks for one and instead says 'not my problem' I suppose their mental health wasnt all thag important to max was it. Lewis apparently crashed into Max on purpose and that led to 200,000 racist social media posts being deleted and who perpetuated this abuse may you ask a certain team and a certain driver and I suppose that his mental health wasnt important enough to consider.

So it's upsetting that Max and the other people in charge of RBR (Christian, Helmut) have poor mental health I simply cannot muster a large amount of sympathy simply because they've perpetuated huge amounts of negative ideas/behaviours against certain drivers/teams without a single apology. The only people I feel for are the employees working their backsides off for a livelihood (I think many people in these teams are underpaid) and their children that are being bullied for a budget cap.

Also last point: don't say that we're making Max the villain by calling his Misogynistic and ableist when he has been Misogynistic and ableist. You say they're trynna make him the villain only for him to have done the villainous stuff.

#f1 #its kinda long sorrh #tldr: dont make rbr the victims in situations theyre not

[killa-trav]

Which of sebs wdc do you like the best?

i don’t acc know

like 2010 u kno youngest wdc, massive outsider, only led the championship once

2011 finished every race bar 2 on the podium and only finished 3rd once, lowest finishing position was 4th (which i find so joke it happened at his home gp of all places) n other than him only mark webber got pole with 3 n lewis hamilton with 1

2012 that abu dhabi n brazil comeback drive was something else n i wish i watched f1 then so i could’ve seen that in real time

then 2013, like first of all blonde seb (hunny u wasn’t fooling anyone when u said it was from the sun) and second of all he was a chaotic demon like so chaotic n u kno what it paid off cos hello he won 13 out of the 19 races that year

but also i can’t imagine how tough 2013 must’ve been for seb u kno with him being booed n that like i remember him saying it was tough mentally for him n im glad he preserved through all that n came out so successful too

here’s hoping we can say 5 for 5 n add to the collection one day (my little james bond green mafia team im throwing dagger eyes at u) but for now 4 for 5 will have to do!

#asks

[yepiamthesmileyface]

Just Friends(?)

[Image description: screenshot of an ask sent by @nemesis-is-my-middle-name​ reading “38 - Everyone thinks we’re already dating, but we’re just best friends- oh wait? (if ur taking prompts idk)” end image description]

Read it on AO3 here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/28347906

Going to a Denny’s after a case was always a gamble. On one hand, there was hot, cheap junk food at whatever ungodly time they wrapped up their investigation; but on the other, sometimes the Denny’s had specimens like this. Vivi sighed, shoving a huge bite of her pancakes in her mouth and trying to tune out the ravings of the old white man who had stormed up to their booth — at three in the morning, mind you — and started screeching about how you should be ashamed of yourselves, displaying such perversions in public!! and three people living in sin!!

Normally, Vivi would have at least been making snarky comments, if not actually challenging him to a fight for insulting her and her boys like that, but...she was tucked comfortably under Lewis’s arm, the hand that wasn’t holding her fork reached across and resting on Arthur’s thigh. Also, it was literally three in the morning, she was covered in mud and slime from chasing a giant frog-creature around in a nearby river, and she had been awake for twenty-one consecutive hours. She took another bite. The pancakes tasted extra good for the exhaustion and ache sunk into her bones, strawberry topping and whipped cream and thick fluffy pancakes and maple syrup...it was almost enough to get her to forget about the man shrieking at them. She glanced back over at him, idly noting that his face was turning an interesting shade of puce.

The waiter walked back over with the same jaded, unfazed look he wore when the three of them had staggered into the Denny’s, soaked to the bone and absolutely covered in muck. He folded his arms and stared at the old man. “Sir, I’m going to have to ask you to leave. You’re disturbing the other guests.” The old man turned to look at the waiter, puffing up not unlike the giant frog the Mystery Skulls had captured and returned to its actual habitat not half an hour ago, and rapidly deflating as he took in the completely impassive, almost dead-eyed stare of the late-night Denny’s waiter. He hurried out of the building, spitting one last insult about how they were all going to hell for living in sin. Given that he had used that particular phrase about nineteen times, it had kind of lost its fire, as far as Vivi was concerned.

Vivi felt some of the tension drain out of Lewis, and she turned her head, looking over at her boys. Lewis looked relieved and tired, catching her eye and smiling at her, soft and warm and completely unguarded. There was a streak of mud high on his cheek, almost matting in his no-longer-pristine hair. She smiled back, the expression billowing up like a balloon on a current of love, and reached up to wipe the smear away. Lewis leaned into her touch, and she cupped his cheek for a moment before wiping her hand on her skirt and leaning forward a little to peer around Lewis’s chest in order to check on Arthur. In contrast, Arthur looked like a live wire of tension, like he would either shatter or vault over the table and sprint away if anything else happened. Her smile dropped.

The waiter turned to them, ready with a scripted apology that actually carried a note of sincerity that Lewis quickly waved off. As he took care of talking to the waiter, Vivi leaned across him, patting Arthur’s leg quickly to get his attention. 

Arthur jumped, nearly hitting his knees on the table. Vivi felt a little guilty, but quickly pushed through. “Hey. It’s alright. He’s gone.”

Arthur met her gaze, eyes wide and grin forced. His hair hung limp around his face, framing him beautifully in dark gold. “Y-yeah. Plus — plu-plus, h-he — was, wasn’t even may-making any, any, any se-sen-se.”

She bit her lip. If his stutter was coming out that strong, he was either much more anxious or much more tired than she thought. Probably a combination of both. Pulling up a warm, playful grin from the depths of her chilled bones, she said, “Yeah. I mean, his argument was both really painfully dumb and also really Christian-centric! I mean, hello, not everyone is Christian, I’m definitely not, so, like…”

Arthur continued on like he hadn’t even heard her, leg starting to bounce under the hand she just realized she never moved. “I me-mean, I mean, he — h-he — we, we’re — I mean, we’re jus-just, just friends. Wh— I do-don’t kno— I dunno why h-he tho-thougth we we-were —”

Vivi felt Lewis freeze under her, and she wasn’t far behind. She felt breathless, like she had been punched in the gut, like he had slapped her in the face instead of saying those three little words bouncing around her head. We’re just friends?! “Wait. Wait, what?!” The words came out closer to a whine than she would have liked them to, but she was too stunned to really care.

At the same time, Lewis gasped like he had been shot. “You’re — are you breaking up with us?!” He sounded like he was two seconds away from bursting into loud sobs in the middle of this Denny’s.

Arthur’s mouth dropped open, and he stared at them with eyes the size of dinner plates. A stunned silence fell over their booth, broken only by the wavering sound of Lewis’s breathing.

Before any more drama could happen, Vivi held up her hand, forcing the words out past the cold spot that had taken up residence between her lungs. “No. Nuh-uh. Arthur, one word answer, and we’ll talk about this all when it’s tomorrow. Are you breaking up with us?”

Arthur opened and closed his mouth a few times before volunteering a tentative, “N-no…?”

Her shoulders slumped as she let out an explosive sigh. “Alright. Let’s — tomorrow? Tomorrow, when we’re not all so tired, we’re gonna talk about this, yes?”

Arthur nodded slowly, still boggling at them for some reason. Vivi was too tired to puzzle his behavior over properly, so she just glanced up at Lewis, who also nodded, unwinding his arm from around her to wipe at his face.

The rest of the night seemed to pass in snapshots to Vivi’s tired mind. Their dinner being boxed up. Walking back to the motel, just across the parking lot. Patting Mystery on the head and telling him he’s a good boy yes he is. Collapsing face first into the delicious crisp coolness of the starched motel bed. Lewis’s deep, tired chuckle as he took her glasses off her face. The weight of another body next to hers, but not the two she had become accustomed to after countless nights on the futon in the van. 

The next morning, she woke up slowly to the smell of coffee, and made to roll over so she could sit up. Instead, the world plummeted around her as she rolled right off the bed with a sharp, panicked yelp, caught in a devious trap of tangled blankets and sheets. A soft, almost stifled snort came from her left, and a pair of hands reached into the gordian knot of fabric, deftly untangling her. She squinted up at the blur of color and fuzz, the pale yellow-orange blur instantly recognizable as Arthur.

Vivi huffed, knowing full well he was smirking at her, the bastard. “Oh, like you’ve never rolled off the bed before.” She flailed her hand towards the bedside table, groping around blindly and not finding her quarry. “Where the hell’re —” A yawn interrupted her, wide enough to make her jaw crack. 

The Arthur-blur disappeared for a second, and when he came back, he slipped her glasses into her hands, his hands nice and warm where they made contact with hers. “Lew had ‘em over on his side of the bed for some reason.”

She slipped her glasses on, and the world came into rose-tinted focus. “Thanks, Artie.” She looked around the motel room, noting a distinct lack of giant purple-headed fops and talking dogs, and frowned. “Speaking of, where is he?”

“He’s grabbing all our meds from the van, I think. At least, I’m hoping he’s grabbing all of ours, he just said he’d get the meds, but I didn’t —” Arthur cut himself off with a swig from his travel mug. “Oh, and Mystery took himself out for a walk a couple’a minutes ago.”

Vivi laughed. “He’s probably definitely grabbing all of our meds. Did he make coffee, or did you?”

“It’s from the breakfast buffet, actually. Burnt, but not horrible. Better than that place in Staccatto, anyway,” Arthur shrugged, walking over to sprawl on the couch. “I grabbed you a cup, too, don’t worry.”

“The mud we were wading around in yesterday woulda been better coffee than that place in Staccatto,” Vivi grumbled, picking herself up and making a beeline for the coffee. “I’m pretty sure it was dirt. At least fifty percent dirt.” Leaning against the wall as she drank, she picked at the feeling that she was forgetting something. Something important, not just the fact that she forgot to shower last night and as such was still covered in itchy, flaky mud and sweat and her socks were sagging down without fresh sock glue — she shook her head to clear it. She was forgetting something important, something that had happened the night before. The case had gone well, they were paid half upfront and they would get the other half later that day, Lewis was getting their meds, breakfast was either the buffet or leftovers...leftovers. Wait. Her eyes widened as the whole Denny’s escapade came back to her in a flash. The bigoted old man who had practically burst a vein yelling at them, Arthur’s comment about them being just friends — but he wasn’t breaking up with them, apparently???

Downing the rest of the coffee in one gulp, she glanced towards the door, then back to Arthur. She should wait, Vivi told herself sternly. She should wait for Lewis, because Lewis was an important part of their relationship, and he should not be left out of serious relationship discussions.

Luckily, she was saved from the antsy feeling creeping around under her shoulder blades by the sound of the door opening. Lewis ducked in, a tote bag bearing the logo of a kitschy tourist trap in his hand. He beamed as he noticed her, walking up and giving her a good morning kiss.

Vivi laughed, putting a hand on his chest and pushing him away lightly. “Lew, I haven’t even brushed my teeth yet! No morning breath kisses, we all agreed those were the worst.”

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Arthur start, but Lewis just laughed, walking over to the table and setting the bag down on it. He started to unpack, first his own rainbow pill caddy, then Vivi’s cylindrical one, and finally Arthur’s loose assortment of orange bottles. “Fine, fine. Meds, everybody, come and get it.”

Once they had all taken their various medications, and Arthur had been chided into using his coffee to take his meds instead of taking them dry, Vivi took a deep breath. “Okay. Boys, I think we need to have a serious conversation now.” Arthur stiffened, and his eyes darted towards the windows. Vivi immediately strode forward, sitting down on the couch next to him. “I will sit on you if I have to, Artie,” she warned him, only half joking.

Arthur sighed and slumped against the couch, covering his face with his hands. His ears were cherry-red, and Vivi couldn’t help but find it cute.

Despite the cuteness, she shared a worried glance with Lewis as he settled down on the bed across from the couch. Lewis shook his head, a worried frown pulling at his face. She took another deep, grounding breath, setting her shoulders and sitting up straight before she looked at Arthur. “Okay. Arthur. What was that last night? You — you said we were just friends,” and those words still stung like a winter wind, “But then you say you’re not breaking up with us?”

It came out a touch more accusatory than she wanted it to, and Lewis took over with a gentle, “We’re not mad, Arthur. Not disappointed, either, but — if you don’t want us to even say we’re dating when we’re in public, I wish you’d told us earlier. It’s okay if you don’t! It really is, I get it, but…”

Arthur went impossibly redder, and curled in on himself, drawing his knees up towards his chest. “I dndwrdn…” he whined, muffled by his hands.

“I didn’t catch that, sorry,” Vivi said, wrapping her hands lightly around his wrists and tugging gently, trying to get him to lower them. 

Arthur took a deep breath, dropped his hands, and half yelled, “I didn’t know we were dating!!!” As soon as the words were out of his mouth, his hands shot back up so fast he practically slapped himself in the face.

Vivi sat back, stunned. He...didn’t know? How could he possibly not know?!

“I — I, I, you — you never asked!” Arthur yelped.

Oh, she had said that out loud. “What do you — Arthur, we asked you out two months ago!”

Lewis raised his hands in a T, using the same tone he used on his sisters when they were getting too rowdy. “Okay, you two, time out!”

They both fell silent, turning to face Lewis.

Lewis tilted his head, looking at their boyfriend. Who...apparently didn’t know that he was their boyfriend. “Arthur...do you really not remember? We asked you out when we were back home, almost two months ago.”

“Okay, yes, it was a month, four weeks, and five days, not two months, but I don’t think semantic arguments are gonna be a big help here, babe,” Vivi grumbled.

Arthur shook his head wordlessly, still hiding his cherry-red face.

A month, four weeks, five days, and a handful of hours ago…

“It honestly feels so weird not living out of the van, doesn’t it?” Vivi mused, taking a bite of pizza.

“It really does. I’d completely forgotten what it was like to be woken up in the morning by forty pounds of overenthusiastic child launched directly at my sternum,” Lewis laughed, rubbing at his chest.

“Lew, we’ve only been road tripping for three months. That’s a bit quick, big guy,” Arthur snickered, pausing to shove half a slice of his weird oyster pizza in his mouth.

“It was so nice, though! The most I had to deal with while living with y’all is your pointy elbows!” Lewis leaned over and mussed Arthur’s hair. A laugh bubbled out of Arthur as he batted at Lewis’s hand futilely, trying to save his cone of hair gel. Laughing, Lewis subsided, pulling back. “But, yeah, I woke up this morning with a Cayenne-shaped bruise right on my sternum.”

Vivi winced sympathetically, shaking her head. “Ouch. Did she mean to?”

“Nah. Just excited.” Lewis’s smile turned fond. “They missed me. Demanded souvenirs and made me sit down and be their personal giant teddy bear as they watched Moana for the eighth time. Then Paprika gave me about twenty bead bracelets. When y’all come to the Paradiso, she’s got your piles waiting.”

“She’s still doing bead bracelets?” Vivi asked, a note of excitement in her voice. The last time they had all gotten bead bracelets from Paprika, it was right after the Peppers had explained what transgender meant, and the three of them had all gotten a bead bracelet with the word transgender wildly misspelled, the pink, white, and blue of the flag slapped randomly on there. It was the best piece of jewelry she owned — hers said “trasgenner”, Arthur’s said “trainsgandr”, and Lewis’s said “trasgeneer”. Paprika had been very determined to do it on her own, and had just gone with her best guess on each one.

“Yep! She’s got one for both of you that has your favorite animal as a charm,” Lewis revealed, grinning.

“Perfect!” Vivi did a very restrained fist pump.

Arthur hummed, staring at the pizza boxes on the table. It was almost a full twenty seconds before he grabbed another slice. “That actually sounds really nice. Both the, the bracelets and the personal teddy bear Moana thing.”

“Honestly, it wasn’t bad at all.”

Silence descended on their table, comfortable and companionable. Vivi shut her pizza box, setting her elbows on the table and propping her head on her hands, studying the two in front of her. Butterflies were building in her stomach — they were just both so beautiful, the warm noonday sunlight making both her boys glow in different ways. Arthur looked like he was wreathed in gold, his hair and eyes shining the same color as the sunlight. On the other hand, the warm light brought out the full richness of Lewis’s skin tone and made his hair gleam like the satin of his ascot, as well as glinting off his sparkly magenta nail polish. She made eye contact with Lewis, jerking her chin towards Arthur and wiggling her eyebrows.

Lewis blushed, glancing at Arthur nervously. Arthur, completely oblivious, simply leaned back in his chair, eyes drifting closed. He didn’t look tired, or, at least, not drop dead exhausted, just relaxed, happy, and full, so Vivi took a deep breath, squaring her shoulders.

“So, Artie...there’s something we’ve been meaning to ask you.”

Arthur opened his eyes, meeting her gaze curiously. There was no undercurrent of nervousness in his eyes, and Vivi was warmed to the core by his trust in them — she had asked an extremely open-ended question. “Huh? What’s up?”

Lewis cleared his throat. “We want to ask you if...Arthur, would you like to go out with us?”

“I thought that’s what we’re already doing right now…?” Arthur looked adorably confused, brow furrowed as he looked between them. 

Vivi shook her head. “No, like, as a date. Will you go on a date with us, and-or be our boyfriend?”

Arthur sat very still for a long moment (she wasn’t even sure he was breathing) before a grin unfolded across his face, as resplendent as the sun itself. “Yeah. I’d — I’d really love that. I — yeah. Yeah, I’ll go out with you and be your boyfriend.”

“Oh, perfect!” Vivi squealed, barely restraining herself from launching across the table and kissing him until he was more lipstick-mark than man. “When works best for you? Should we go somewhere in town, or wait til we’re on the road again? There’s this sushi place in Tremolo that I’ve just been dying to try, we should go there, if we’re waiting til we’re on the road again. Or just in general, it seems really good and I haven’t had good sushi in ages.”

Arthur tilted his head, clearly considering her words. His smile took on a wistful edge. “...y’know...I don’t really need all the fancy date stuff. Just...I’m happy to do what we’ve been doing, just...together. Having you guys be — being with you guys, romantically — that...that would be enough for me,” he said softly.

Lewis grinned over at him, soft and sappy, and opened his mouth. Before he could say anything, his phone rang in his pocket, and he pulled it out, grimacing a little as he checked the caller ID. “It’s Papá. Hold on, I gotta take this.” He stood up, stepping a bit away. Not a minute later, he stepped back, regretful smile firmly in place. “...sorry, guys. I’m needed back at the Paradiso for free childcare,” he joked.

“Aww…” Vivi was really only half disappointed. They had pretty much finished up lunch, only a few slices left between the three of them (none of them hers), and she had a shift at the Tome Tomb coming up soon, anyway. And, more importantly, they had asked Arthur out and he said yes! Their couple was now officially a polycule!

Arthur rubbed the back of his neck. “I can — give you a ride. I gotta get back to Uncle Lance’s place anyway, I’m...” he trailed off, and Vivi waited maybe ten seconds for him to finish his sentence before accepting that he had lost his train of thought.

“Well, then...the Tome Tomb ain’t far, I can walk. I guess this is the end of our first date,” Vivi sighed. She stood up, standing on her tiptoes and pulling Lewis down for a chaste kiss before walking over and pressing a kiss to Arthur’s stubble-roughened cheek — familiar territory that should have been safe enough, she did that in the post-case exhilaration at least half the time. 

Arthur blushed bright red anyway, and she left with a bright laugh, walking on clouds with the universe held in her hands.

A month, four weeks, five days, and a handful of hours after that…

Arthur groaned, running a hand through his hair. “Really?! I — guys, I had been awake for, like, two solid days at that point!”

“So you — you don’t remember us asking you out at all?” Lewis asked, shocked. 

“No! Or — well — ki-kinda? I — kinda thought I was dreaming…” Arthur trailed off into muttering, fidgeting with his bracelets and not making eye contact.

Vivi paused for a moment, eyebrows creeping up. “Wow. Way to inflate our egos, there, Artie,” she joked. 

“Wh— how am I inflating your ego?!” Arthur jerked his head up to look at her.

“We asked you out and you literally thought you were dreaming. We’re literally your dream partners!” She cackled.

Instead of laughing, Arthur rubbed the back of his neck, looking down, his words spilling out in a jumble. “Um. Y-yeah, actually...I — didn’t think it was — I, I mean, I’d, um I’d had dreams...like that...before. And...uh. Since then if I’m being honest.”

Vivi felt a blush rising in her cheeks, and she covered her mouth. 

“That’s...that’s incredibly sweet, Artie…” Lewis managed, blushing harder than she was. 

Vivi cleared her throat. “Sap,” she managed, shaking her head fondly.

Arthur took a deep, shaky breath. “So, um. Can...can we start over? On dating? I do — I really, really do want to date you guys, for real, I just...didn’t...know?”

“Of course!” Vivi and Lewis exclaimed in accidental unison.

“And this time you’ve definitely slept enough to be lucid,” Lewis added on lightheartedly. “You were snoring before I fell asleep.”

“Well…” Arthur smiled, lopsided. “I’m pretty sure I am, anyway. Lucid, that is — and how could you hear me snoring over Vivi’s, anyway? But, uh —”

“— Hey!” Vivi interrupted. “I don’t snore that loud!”

“You sound like a train, Vivs,” Arthur teased, before clearing his throat. “But, uh. Anyway. Wanna...wanna pinch me so I’m sure I’m not dreaming this time?”

Vivi smirked at him. “I’ll do you one better, actually.” 

Before he could respond, Vivi leaned over, pressing a kiss to his lips. It took him a moment to react, startled, but he hesitantly started to kiss back after a second or two. There weren’t any fireworks, at least for her; if anything, it felt like being electrocuted, but in a good way, sparks shooting through her whole body, curling her toes and making her fingertips tingle. Arthur’s hand came up to grip at her sweater. Vivi kept the kiss chaste, and pulled back after a moment, glancing at Lewis.

Lewis pouted at her, a smile tugging at his lips and his voice. “Aww, I wanted to kiss him first, you got to do it at the restaurant.”

Arthur licked his lips, breath coming out a little funny, and swallowed hard before he got up and stepped towards Lewis, grinning crookedly. “W-well...consolation prize?”

Lewis let out a bark of laughter, startling Arthur into jumping a little, and pulled Arthur close with a gentle hand. “I can live with that,” he murmured, leaning in to kiss him. 

Vivi settled back, watching her boys kiss from the lumpy motel couch. It felt like coming home, like kicking off her shoes and shedding her stress as easily as taking off her scarf. She ran her tongue over her teeth absentmindedly, and grimaced. “Whoops. Sorry, Artie, didn’t mean for our first kiss to be a morning breath kiss.”

Arthur broke away from the kiss he was sharing with Lewis to blink at her, swaying a little bit. “...huh?” he managed, brain visibly rebooting. “Oh! Uh. It’s okay, I don’t think I...noticed?”

“Still, it’s the principle of the matter,” Vivi wrinkled her nose, standing up. “I’ll be right back, you two keep doing what you’re doing.” She tossed in a wink for good measure, and made her way to the bathroom with the accompaniment of Arthur’s flustered squeak and Lewis’s deep, rich laughter.

#msa #mystery skulls #mystery skulls animated #lewvithur #vivi msa #vivi yukino #lewis msa #lewis pepper #arthur msa #arthur kingsmen #they're stupid your honor #aaaa sorry it's been like 8 kajillion years since you requested this #people talk to me #my writing #nemesis-is-my-middle-name

[spongebob-connoisseur]

oh yeah didnt nick also want spongebob to be a kid because nick didnt think him being an adult would make him relatable to kids (however you look at spongebob and what kind of timelines and universes or something spongebob is technically a kid at the start of the series being 12 haha) and they also wanted him to attend a school so thats why hillenburg made him attend boating school

Yeah they did! Hillenburg was basically was ready to walk out if they kept insisting the sponge be a child. It just wouldn't work if he was a complete kid. I also feel like it would ruin the charm of the show since sponge was a kid but without the restraints of being a kid like parents, rules, school. That kind of stuff.

Spongebob was intended to be a manchild of sorts. In the artbook it describes him like how Stanley Laurel from Laurel and Hardy. They have wives and responsibilities but still act childish and get themselves into silly scenarios. He's also been described as kind of a PeeWee Herman and Jerry Lewis. He's got responsibilities but also a kid at heart.

Hillenburg didn't mind much the compromise of putting spongebob in boating school because it lead to the creation of his favorite character; Mrs. Puff.

Ya kno about him being a kid when he got his job at the krusty krab and the whole kamp koral thing. It kind of works out? Ignoring Sandy in there and all the other problems of KK. Kamp Koral establishes itself as taking place in 1999 and spongebob getting his job at the krusty krab in the future. The episodes are taking place in the future, not at the same time of their air dates.

I always suspected the show takes place in the future and not at the air dates of the episodes because it didn't make sense that he'd get his job at 12 and with the employee of the month awards he has, he should have been 30+ years old by the time of the 1st movie. That's not even touching the awards he has in the episode Employee of the Month. Kamp Koral surprisingly fixed this problem. The whole Spongebob timeline is kinda scrambled (if one even exists at all) but we can at least guess where it begins now.

Now I'm not getting into the whole drama of kamp koral. I know on a post like this I would get questions but I'm utterly exhausted. I just think this detail works and that's all I'm gonna say.

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