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illegally good || Charles Leclerc 16
part of the 700 celebration drabbles!
words: 3k
Oh my god, I know I said drabbles, but I promise it's good! I had such a blast writing this, I am in love. Mafia / confident / boss Charles is absolutely my favorite! also, excuse my French, this GIF? URGH. Anyways, I hope you'll enjoy reading! Please let me know your thoughts about this fic below! I'd love to hear your perspective on it :)
warnings: mafia, swearing, mentions of murder, kidnapping, abuse (nothing major), all with a fluff ending because you know me
(as a part of my 700 followers celebration, I'm taking requests for drabbles, check this post for more information)
One thing you absolutely hated? Taking care of other people’s dirty jobs, especially when those people were getting the credits for it. Credit you should get, because those people did not deserve a single compliment about their efforts.
It happened to you, and you were tired of it, tired of the fact you were not getting any promotions – if you could even call it promotions in the business you worked at – or credits for the things you did. So, you quit. You said goodbye to your old life, after months of trying to sneak away, to disappear from the radar entirely, before coming back as a new you.
New name, check. New hair, check. New house, new identity, check.
All those things happened when you were just 12, growing up in the business your father, who was a leader of the mafia, built, hoping you’d take over that same business one day. But things changed, and especially for being a woman, you knew people wouldn’t listen. They weren’t moving with the years, they weren’t modernizing. No. They were old school, old fashioned and would think of a woman as a side job, someone who’d do all the dirty work, take care of the kids, be safe at home while the men would do the real deal.
Your father wasn’t happy, at all, when you ran away at the age of 19. You moved countries, all on your own. Away from everything. You had promised your father you wouldn’t tell anyone about his business, about his secret life, if he’d leave you alone. You were the daughter of a mafia boss, after all. You knew how to get the things you wanted.
Fast forward 3 years, in which you were a ‘normal’ university student. ‘Normal’ because, even though you were just 22 years old, you were rich. You were able to rent an apartment in the highest possible level, in the fanciest country of Europe. Monaco.
That’s why, you and your friends, who were studying fashion in Italy, were now wandering the crowded streets of your country. The Formula One weekend was here, which created thousands of people exploring the streets you called home.
Loads of celebrity’s called Monaco their home as well, why? Taxes. Money. Living in Monaco meant life was expensive, but it also meant you could afford the expensive lifestyle due to the low taxes. Something that made the decision to moving to Monaco even easier.
‘’This is amazing.’’ One of your friends exclaimed when you were walking through the paddock of the Monaco Grand Prix, of course you had tickets, you wanted them, so you’d get them.
‘’It’s quite impressive, indeed.’’ You replied, your hands in the pockets of your jeans as you looked around, the colorful motorhomes of each team slowly appearing in front of you. However, one motorhome stood out, and not because of the color, but because of the person in front of it.
Charles Leclerc, 25 years old, born and raised in Monte Carlo, Monaco. Formula One driver and loved amongst many. However, that’s not how you knew him. Aside from his job in the motorsports industry, he also was part of a group, and not just a normal group.
Your father had warned you about them, but you knew it was just so you wouldn’t be sloppy with your work and to make sure you’d deliver the best possible outcomes. You had never met them, the Italian mafia, but you had heard stories. Rumors, about this man in front of you in particular.
The Formula One career was a perfect cover up for the things he did, since nobody knew about it, and nobody would even believe the stories about Charles Leclerc being a member of the mafia. How could he, he was so innocent, so sweet and gentle.
‘’Oh, my goodness that’s Charles Leclerc, come on, we should say hi!’’ You mentally strangled your friend the moment she started walking to the Ferrari driver, dragging the rest of your friends along with her. Just perfect.
‘’Hi, Charles! It’s so nice to meet you, could we get a picture?’’ Charles listened to the ladies, as the gentleman he is, and took the pictures. However, you weren’t going to take one step closer to your enemy. Okay, he wasn’t technically your enemy anymore since you left your fathers business, but you couldn’t betray your family like that.
‘’Come on y/n, join us for the pictures!’’ Your friends were standing next to Charles, as his racing suit was lowered to his hips, revealing the red fireproof top that fitted him like a glove.
‘’I’m fine, thanks.’’ You weren’t taking your eyes off the Monegasque, feeling the need to keep an eye on whatever he did, every sneaky movement he’d make would be something you’d see. And he knew, he knew who you were, he knew what you were doing as well.
However, he didn’t mention it, he didn’t put his active attention on you, knowing it would cause people to become suspicious. However, you weren’t stupid. You knew he knew, and that made you even more careful about your actions.
‘’Goodluck on the race.’’ Your friends cheered on the driver, who returned a smile. ‘’Thank you, ladies, have fun watching the race. I’m sure you love some action.’’ And you knew those last words were directed towards you, that it was just a sneaky way of letting you know he knew who you were.
Two months forward, and it was summer in Monaco. The sun was shining, people were swimming in the ocean, tanning on the beach, and you were one of them. As much as you told yourself the things from your past would stay in the past, you couldn’t help but keep thinking about him. Trying to track everything he did whenever you saw him walking through the streets of Monaco, driving his Ferrari, greeting fans. He almost looked innocent. Almost.
It was late, almost 3 am, when you were walking through the dark streets of Monaco. Maybe you had a little too much to drink, but you for sure weren’t going to stay the night at the club. You were tired and wanted to go home. Your friends, however, were still having the best time of their lives, so you gave them the spare key to your house, not feeling the need to spend 3 more hours in that club.
You were making your way home, humming slightly to yourself as you suddenly felt two hands gripping your waist, a little tighter than a friendly person would do. The action made you scream, but it was quickly muffled by another pair of hands on your mouth, preventing you from screaming even more.
Your eyes were wide open, as you tried to identify the two men that were holding you. But it was dark, making it almost impossible for you to see who were hiding under the black beanies and mouth masks.
‘’Silent, pretty, you’re coming with us.’’ And that’s when you knew. You recognized that voice, not because you’ve heard it live before, but because you heard it over the phone multiple times whenever your father had another heated discussion over the phone.
‘’And what if I don’t want to, Niccolo.’’ You groaned, but the sharp metal leaning against your side made you clench your jaw, a sigh escaping your lips as your eyes closed to think.
‘’I don’t think you have a choice, bambina.’’
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‘’You know I quit 3 years ago, I have nothing, I know nothing.’’ You said as you felt the rope against your wrists, looking up at the right hand of Vincenzo, Niccolo. Before you could speak even more, the big metal door on the left opened, a big man, typical Italian, typical mafia boss, came walking through the doors.
‘’Vincenzo, we found her, capo.’’ Niccolo spoke up, stepping aside to give the man full access to you.
He grabbed your jaw, tightly, as he moved your face left to right, checking out your delicate features. ‘’No microphones, no cameras?’’ He grunted, harshly releasing his grip on your face the moment his workers told him you had nothing on you.
‘’I fucking told you. I quit. I have nothing to do with my father anymore. I guess your minions aren’t the best at keeping an eye out for the competi-‘’ A harsh slap across your face made you shut your mouth, a burning sensation running through your cheek.
‘’Shut up.’’ Vincenzo glared at you, pacing back and forth as he thought, about you, about your father, about the entire situation in front of him.
You slowly turned your gaze forward again, moving your jaw left to right to try and get rid of the painful sensation. You stayed silent for a few more seconds, but again, you were the daughter of a mafia boss, this wasn’t the first time you got slapped in the face.
‘’ You won’t get anything out of me, you know that.’’ You muttered, narrowing your eyes as Vincenzo appeared in front of you, the biggest smirk on his face as he rubbed your still burning cheek.
‘’I know, bambina, I know, but I’m sure your father would hate to see his precious little daughter on the edge of death.’’ He whispered; the smirk still apparent on his face. You couldn’t help but feel shivers over your entire body. Maybe it was the fact the alcohol was getting out of your system, or maybe it was the intimidation you felt from the man in front of you, but you weren’t going to let them win.
‘’You should brush your teeth, asshole.’’ You replied, watching the smirk disappear from Vincenzo’s face, followed by a black screen in front of you, the consequence of a harsh smack across the back of your head, causing you to pass out in the uncomfortable wooden chair.
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‘’She’s with me, yes.’’ You heard a faint voice on the other side of the room, the bright light from the sun outside being too much for your eyes to bare now, so you closed your eyes again, slowly.
‘’No, she’s no longer part of the group. Listen to me, Vincenzo. You stay away from her, understood? If I ever see you near her again, I’ll make sure you won’t…’’ That’s all you could hear, the faint voice kept speaking, but you weren’t listening since you passed out again, but this time in a comfortable soft bed.
You woke up hours later, it was dark outside, and there was a soft music playing in the background, piano music, to be precise. You tried to adjust to the environment for a few seconds before slipping your feet out of the bed, your toes running through the soft carpet at the sides of it.
You weren’t wearing your party dress anymore, but instead, you were dressed in an oversized shirt, which for sure wasn’t yours.
The headache at the back of your head was making it hard for you to focus, but you could swear the piano music was live, and not from a random radio station. The flawless melody paired with the fine tunes sounded like magic to your ears, and you followed the sound of the music till you found yourself in a room with the one man you for sure weren’t expecting.
The music faded, until it completely stopped, but you didn’t move. You watched the back of the man as you leaned against the doorframe, your arms crossed in front of your chest.
‘’Did you take the painkillers?’’ Was the first thing he said, without even turning around to face you.
‘’No.’’ You saw them, but you weren’t going to take random pills on the nightstand in a room you didn’t know.
‘’Are you feeling better?’’ The man asked again, this time slowly turning around to take a decent look at you.
‘’Why am I here?’’ You asked. ‘’I already told Vincenzo I know nothing about the business my father has right now. So, what the fuck do you want?’’ You were annoyed, mostly by the fact you got kidnapped in the middle of the night, twice. You had lost track of time, not even knowing what day it was right now.
‘’I’ll take that as a yes.’’ The man said, reaching for the cup of water which was standing on top of the piano. He handed it to you, to which you rolled your eyes. He then took a sip himself, and handed that same cup to you again, which, this time, you accepted.
‘’Sit down.’’ He said, looking over to the couch after watching you take a sip of the water.
‘’I’m perfectly fine standing where I am.’’ You replied, playing with the cup of water in your hands.
‘’Whatever you’d like.’’ The man responded, taking a seat on the couch as he looked at the table in front of him.
‘’I’d like an explanation, Charles.’’ You spoke. ‘’First, I’m being kidnapped by Niccolo at fucking 3 am after a party with my friends, only to be brought to Vincenzo, who’s not even hesitating a second to murder me. Then he beats me till I pass out, and I wake up in I assume your apartment, after I heard you talk to Vincenzo. What are you going to do to me, Charles, kill me? Hold me hostage? Torture me? I wish you luck, because I’m not giving you a single piece of information.’’
Charles sighed, heavily, his gaze moving from the table to you, before getting up from the couch. He walked closer towards you, lifting your chin up carefully to watch the bruises across your face.
‘’I’m not like that anymore, y/n.’’ He started. ‘’I left the group once my career became serious when I got to Formula One. I’m not your enemy anymore.’’ He mentioned, and at first you didn’t believe him. But once he started to explain everything, from the way he had more power than Vincenzo, how his career in Formula One had become one of the most important things in life, and mainly how he followed you those last couple of months. He knew you were in Monaco, and he quickly found out you were no longer part of your fathers’ group. He almost felt obligated to keep an eye on you, to keep you safe from any of the things he knew Vincenzo would do, but he knew that if he told Vincenzo to stay away from you, he’d only give insight in the fact you were in Monaco, and Charles preferred to keep that a secret.
However, when they found out you were currently staying in the country, they stroked, and before Charles could even do anything, they had captured you. The only thing Charles could do was demand Vincenzo and his group to bring you to his place, which he immediately did. He saved your life, and why? Because he knew you were innocent, you were just like him, someone that had been thrown at this life, but chose the right path instead of the wrong one.
Now, years later, and you were walking through that same paddock where you saw him for the very first time. Only this time you weren’t just a stranger anymore.
‘’y/n! y/n! Over here! This camera!’’ You smiled sweetly at the cameras, flashes lightening the way in front of you as you saw the man standing at the exact same place he was 4 years ago, only this time, he was your man.
‘’Ciao bella.’’ Charles wrapped his arm around your shoulders, his lips pressing a delicate kiss against your temple as you closed your eyes for a brief moment. ‘’Hey handsome.’’ You responded; a smile painted on your lips as you looked up at your boyfriend.
‘’Charles! Y/n! such a lovely couple, can you look at this camera for a second?’’ Photographers were slowly gathering around you, at which Charles’ arm wrapped around your shoulder even tighter, in order to keep you safe, to protect you from anything out there. Not that it was needed anymore, because Vincenzo had been arrested, along with the rest of his group.
‘’Let’s go inside, hmm. I heard we have pizza inside.’’ Charles whispered in your ear, at which your smile grew even wider. ‘’Well then, come on, what are we waiting for?’’ You exclaimed happily, your hand intertwining with his as you walked inside the hospitality.
But once you walked inside, you were disappointed with the fact there wasn’t a single slice of pizza to be seen. ‘’Charles!’’ You exclaimed, turning around to watch your boyfriend step closer to you. ‘’There’s no pizza…’’ You whispered as his arms wrapped around your waist, your arms resting on his shoulders as you played with the hair at the back of his neck.
‘’I know, love, I just wanted you to myself.’’ He whispered, placing a few kisses at the corners of your mouth. ‘’And I’ll get you as much pizza as you want tonight.’’ He added, at which the corners of your mouth turned upward almost instantly.
‘’I love you, Charles.’’ You whispered, closing your eyes as you felt his fingers tucking a single strand of hair behind your ear.
‘’I love you too, my love, more than you can ever imagine.’’ And with that, he pressed his lips on yours, slowly, softly, but oh so illegally good…
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YES CHARLES YOU GO BABY
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🚂💖💛❤️💖💛❤️choo choo! It's a love train! Send this to all the blogs you love! Don't forget to spread the love🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶 (optional/ no pressure😊)
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Let’s dooo, question Wednesday:
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hi! i normally never comment on anything on tumblr, but i saw the dms you had been receiving from that anon. i went to your story to form my own opinion, but for someone who’s primary language is not english, your english is really great! There are a few tiny mistakes here and there, such as adding a comma where there should be a period, but nothing that detracts from the story. i have no idea what that anon is talking about with the poorly google translated comment bc as a native english speaker it was fine for me to read! when they said it was too formal i was expecting to see no contractions and have it been extremely formal, but it read just fine!
for the medical timeline, it also didn’t bother me. maybe the person has a medical degree which is why they were so nit-picky, but the timeline made since to me and wasn’t difficult to understand.
just wanted to give you some support! writing in a non-native language is super difficult and you are crushing it! with success there will always be haters, so just try to brush it off! i know it’s difficult, but you are a great writer, and you shouldn’t let this stop you! <3
This came in the best timing ever. Period. Thank you for this. I needed this. I just put out a post too, because I just don’t want any nevativity on my blog. I don’t want people to be offended, nor have them be or experience rudeness from others.
Thank you for your support, it means a lot to me and I hope you know that. I’m always trying to improve. I won’t stop writing, it’s something that takes my mind off the shitshow in my mental health and head.
I need to be honest, even though it might have been a miscommunication, it does get to me. But that’s a - me - problem. I tend to get in my head too much, and not let my feelings come through. I overthink way too much. I’m fixing that, therapy and stuff.
Thank you for your time, it’s highly appreciated ❤️
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I just want to clear things up. I’m no longer replying to the (in my opinion) more negative comments in my inbox, simply because I don’t want my blog to turn into a negative space (not saying the comments are negative, I just want to be clear).
For the people that stuck up for me, I just want to thank you. It means a lot to me, it really does.
For the people that gave me criticism, thank you, too. I don’t want sympathy, at all, I guess I just want to be understood. I can hang up a story of how ‘rough’ my life is at this moment, but that doesn’t benefit you in any way shape or form.
It started with that first ‘tip’, which I saw as hate. I guess it came across more rude than it was intended to be, so I apologise for taking it like that. It’s just the fact that someone mentioning I threw my text through a google translate, didn’t give it more thought and that the timeline didn’t make sense, are the things that got to me.
Miscommunication through text isn’t something new, it’s difficult to read through emotions when it’s ink on paper (or in this case, digital).
I quickly want to address though that, even though I understand it’s building criticism, it hurts me - personally. That my writing is bad, or any other things that the message I’m referring to in particular mentioned, that came in harder than it should have.
This is something I do in my free time, it might not always live up to your expectations, and that’s okay. It shouldn’t, because that way I can’t improve. I’m always asking for tips, never got them, though, so I guess this one time was a first, and I took it in as hate. I’m sorry for that.
And to the anon that sent me the last couple of inboxes, I’m sorry I deleted them, it’s been a big misunderstanding from both sides, because I never meant to come across as rude. I just want to write and have fun whilst doing so. I’m experimenting with different writing styles, and I hope you’ll understand that not everything I write has to be perfect. I’m trying to look at my English, improve where I need to, and I’ll definitely look into different styles, because I want you and everyone to enjoy it. That’s my downfall, too. I want to please the people, every one, but everybody’s taste in writing is unique and you can never satisfy everyone.
I hope things have been cleared by now, because I’ve been busy in my mind with this yesterday and today.
I love you all, and again, I’m sorry if things escalated
Love, racinggirl ❤️
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You don't have to apologize for it. Tis your blog, not mine. You just seem rattled by them though, which is fair, but it's often easier to deal with anon hate if you ignore them or clown them rather than continue to hold actual discussion.
Yeah you’re right. I just know I get affected so easily and I am trying to shut it off and get it out of my mind. I just can’t handle people hating on me without me doing something to them that makes them want to hate me. You’re right though, I should let it go. Thank you ❤️
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Have you ever been to a writing workshop? The anon person was trying to give constructive criticism. Whenever I went to a workshop we had to share our work and then sit around and take in everyone’s criticism/critique. Sometimes they’re helpful, sometimes they’re not but you have to understand that at the end of the day it’s about helping one become a better writer. They didn’t say “your writing sucks. Bye.” They actually explained the parts that fell flat for them and just letting you know. Personally I love honesty from others when it comes to writing, as long as they’re giving me examples of where I may need to work more on and so on.
Every writer should be open to criticism and should want to improve with each story. Nobody is perfect. Having everyone just pat you on the back and say it’s great, is a huge disservice to writers.
I understand. And never once have I said I don’t accept feedback - I ask for it every story I write, I just never get it.
But that does not mean you can straight up bully someone, because that’s what they did. It’s not feedback when someone tells you those things. It’s harmful and hurtful.
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tell me why hundreds of people like my posts? //
dude, just because you have some likes don't mean that people think your shit is good. I’ll like something if I can get to the end of it, people give pity likes all the time. if you're going to look at stats to base your success on you’d look at reblogs. that tells you that people want others to see what they just read.
Second, I never said I don’t want them to tell me if my writing is shit. If it is, that’s okay, I can learn from it. I can not, however, learn from it when someone says ‘Your writing is shit’ and leave it at that. Give me tips, so I can become better, because I want to be. //
not our job to find solutions for your problem. seems like they told you your writing was too formal for fanfic and that you should have spent more time researching or at the very least clarifying the timeline. Do you want step-by-step directions? You don't want feedback, you want someone to kiss your ass.
You’re a nobody on my Tumblr, just a pathetic anon who’s trying to make themselves feel better by trying to bring others down. Well, news flash, not happening here. So either man up and send me one of those comments with a name to your account. Or shut the fuck up and leave me and everybody else alone. Thank you very much.//
A nobody on MY tumbler 😂 well don’t you think highly of yourself. Babe, you’re a nobody in general. And you’re very welcome. I love it when I get to help the peasants.
I’m not your ‘babe’. I feel flattered that you feel the need to still hide behind that anon button, despite the bullshit you’re throwing out at me.
Straight. Up. Bullying.
That’s what you do. It’s not only pathetic but it’s worrying, get a life.
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Womo womp. Cry me a river dude. Just because someone isn't sucking up to you don't mean they’re “bullying”. If your writing is shir, people should be able to tell you that. And guess what? It is. Hope this helps. If your going to post on the internet don't be sensitive.
Also, saying that people like a “formal” style fanfic is just ignorant. There is a time and place for writing styles, a fanfic that reads as an office email isn't a style choice. It just means you are a terrible writer.
If I am so terrible, please, tell me why hundreds of people like my posts? I’m curious because if my writing is so terrible, why am I getting requests, why are people asking for more? Surely when they think it’s terrible, they wouldn’t want more. Would they?
Second, I never said I don’t want them to tell me if my writing is shit. If it is, that’s okay, I can learn from it. I can not, however, learn from it when someone says ‘your writing is shit’ and leave it at that. Give me tips, so I can become better, because I want to be.
And lastly, but maybe even most importantly. Why don’t you fucking man up and stop hiding behind that ‘anon’ button. If you mean what you say, and you stand by it, why on earth are you that pathetic that you’re coming at someone you don’t know, all whilst hiding and not reveiling yourself.
You’re a nobody on my Tumblr, just a pathetic anon that’s trying to make themselves feel better by trying to bring others down. Well, news flash, not happening here. So either man up and send me one of those comments with a name to your account. Or shut the fuck up and leave me and everybody else alone. Thank you very much.
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It has something to do with the drivers with their tags. It’s raising awareness for ‘bullies’ on this app. For stories about the drivers. I’m not trying to be annoying, I just want to raise awareness. ///
don't care. you are annoyed, and no one cares about “awareness”. If someone says something mean, get over it. I don't want to see a sob story tagged as a lando post.
Alright. Got the message. Just doing what I think is right.
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Hello !! Okay so usually I never comment on this kind of thing, but as someone who doesn't have English as first language too I also felt concerned by your situation. Don't let this anon put you down or make you doubt your writing or language skills because that's absolutely not reality. I haven't read your fics, but despite that I can tell you that you don't have to worry about the hateful comments. You are trying to write in a language that is not yours, and that alone requires a lot of bravery, when you yourself know that your english is not perfect. But at least you try and you have the confidence to post your fics and you must continue to do so, because in the first place you write to satisfy yourself first and then the others. We don't care at all what these anons can say about you, keep writing because it is by writing a lot that you'll improve, and above all don't give up because of stupid people because they aren't worth it and don't even have a quarter of your talent. I hope to see more of your fics, because I know you're talented. Don't give up, and please take care of yourself love, also hope you're having a good day/night. Send you love 🫶🫶 !!!
I honestly don’t even believe the amount of support I’m getting from every single one of you! It’s heartwarming and I am so incredibly thankful for every single one of you!
Thank you. Yeah, English isn’t my first language, but basically everything I do, I prefer to do so in English. I love the language and it’s a great way of communicating with people that don’t speak Dutch. I read English books because Dutch books give me the ick. I watch Formula One in English because I prefer the English commentary over the Dutch one. I have my settings on English, I text my very best friend, every day, in English. It’s become my second language in everything I do and I love that. I know it’s not perfect, and it probably never will be, but I am learning more and more every single day. You can’t get better without trying.
So again, thank you for the time and effort you put into this message. It means so much to me, just the fact alone that you took those few minutes of your day to come up with this message, it makes me so happy and feel highly appreciated. So thank you times a million ❤️❤️❤️
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I love your work and the way you write. Wishing you all the best and don’t care about what that anon said cuz you rock & most of us all love you and your writing. Cannot wait for new work from you cuz honestly, you’re one of my fav blogs out there and I love you! 💕
Guysssss, you’re gonna make me cry happy tears. Thank you so much 🥺
I wanna do the best for you, and I guess dealing with ‘hate’ is something that comes with it. I’ll learn and get better. Promise.
Thank you for your kind words, love you toooo ❤️❤️❤️
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Please stop tagging posts which have nothing to do with the drivers with their tags.
It has something to do with the drivers with their tags. It’s raising awareness for ‘bullies’ on this app. For stories about the drivers. I’m not trying to be annoying, I just want to raise awareness.
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You can tell that English isn’t your first language, it’s more to do with word choice and phrases used than anything grammar wise, it reads more formal than conversational. Similar to what would be expected in school/professional setting. You’ll get there, it’ll just take time.
But yeah the medical timeline was the major criticism for me, and the reason for my DNF. It made very little sense, I wasn’t sure if they had been in a coma for 4 years and then just suddenly died together or if they had been recovering and then just died. I felt like clarifications were needed, and maybe a little research if you’re going to be using something like this as a plot device. Being as polite as possible, while the idea was good, the execution was fanfiction in all the worst ways.

Look, ‘anon’. I can see where you’re coming from. As I said, it’s not my best work, I admit that. My writing has been on hold for a while due to some personal reasons.
However. That does not give you the right to be rude. You may not have wanted it to come across as rude. But the things you said were everything but nice, nor were they seen as a ‘tip’. It was straight up bullying what you did. I understand people have opinions, and you’re entitled to give your opinion, honestly, I get it. But you are not entitled to be rude about it to someone you don’t even know.
You have no idea how much I struggle with ‘hate’ because yeah, that’s what it was. You may like more ‘conversational’ fanfics, others don’t. That’s personal and that’s okay. But the hate you spit out on me is just not okay. I’ve always said my biggest fear is people not liking me, and that includes my work or the things I do.
Yes, I should have possibly put more thought into it, which is why I already mentioned the warnings and the fact I wasn’t sure if this was something I’d be proud of. But straight up saying it’s ‘poorly google translated’ or that it’s the worst fic you’ve read? That’s not okay. I’m trying. I really am, and next time, think before you slide into someone’s inbox and spit stuff like this out.
There’s so many people supporting me, which I highly appreciate. I needed that. Because even though I know I shouldn’t let some random anon determine how I’m feeling. I do. And it sucks. You don’t know my story, so stop being rude about it.
I absolutely have no intention to be rude, and this isn’t who I normally am. But honestly, if you have the guts, stop being an anon. It’s pathetic. If you hate on someone’s work, be clean about it and don’t hide behind that ‘anon’ button. If you really mean good, and you were just trying to give me tips (which I’d appreciate if you had done it in a more polite way, even if you came in as an ‘anon’), that’s more genuine doing so in replies, sending me a dm so nobody can hate on you for your tips if that’s what you’re scared of.
Just. Don’t. Do. This.
It happened now, you can’t take it back. I’m not expecting you to apologize, because I don’t need it. I’m just hoping you learn from this, because so have I. I will try to not let some anon come at me, calling my stories shitty, when all the haters can do is hide behind that anon button and name out the things that could hurt someone’s feelings. It’s. Rude.
As for this, I hope your day will be better than it was when you woke up or when you wrote that shitty ‘tip’, because I feel sorry for you.
Thank you.
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hey girl!! saw you were getting some not-fun anons about your writing. i'm going to be super honest, i have no clue if i've read your fics (i just kinda go through the tags so i might have read a fic of yours), but i can tell you that that anon sucks. they're just mad bc you're writing objectively better than they are (bc you're actually putting in the work and writing and they're not!). i implore you: keep writing! as long as it's something that you want to do, of course. but when i was quickly perusing some of your posts and fics, you mention that you're not sure if you like what you've written. that's totally fine! i hate just about everything i've written/drawn/etc. but the only way you and i can get better is to keep at it and keep creating 'bad' stuff. eventually, what you find 'bad' will be what inspires someone else to start making stuff in the first place! so keep going!! you can do it!! that anon doesn't know what they're talking about, and i'd like to see what they can write if they're such an authority on 'good' and 'bad' fanfic writing. have an awesome day my love <3
I love you 🥺 the fact you’ve taken the time to write all of this makes me feel so appreciated. I honestly feel so much better than I did this morning. So THANK YOU.
I know bad and good writing is kind of based on who’s reading, everyone has an opinion and that’s fine. You’re right, though. We can only get better by doing ‘bad’ sometimes. Bc you can’t get better if you’re already good, if that makes sense.
You’re an angel and thank you for taking the time to help me feel better, you’ve done wonders. Thank you 🥰🥺
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