#I already looked into Martin to start with ofc

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"It's amazing what we can do with computers these days." (martin and dean bcus i think it's funny.)

♡ Scott Pilgrim Vs the World Sentence Starters ♡ Colossus: The Forbin Project (TW on the movie trailer for brief flashing)

Dean raised his brows at the guy with a slight nod, somewhat amused by his comment. If Martin was amazed by that, he wondered how the quirky little dude would react to his brother, who — by all intents and purposes — was practically the computer whiz between the two of 'em. He had certainly learned a thing or two from Sam during their casework; initially, he had followed in their father's footsteps, networking with other hunters, reading the papers, seeking out witnesses, and referring back to John's journal. Although he was still a bit hesitant about fully embracing it like his brother, he had to admit it had its own perks. "It's like they have their own little world," Dean mused, shaking his head a bit as he turned his focus back to the screen. "I swear, man, one day, I'm gonna freakin' wake up to 'Colossus.'"

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Hamzah feining over YouTuber reader in one of slushy noobz video? And then them later making a video with each other

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˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆Hamzah and you, his YouTube crush, finally do a collab

warnings: fluff, flirting, hamzahs got a huge crush, mentions of food, bad grammar ofc

Hamzah and Martin had been brainstorming ideas for their next video. They considered going with another gameplay, but felt that idea was a bit overused. They thought of doing a baking video instead, but they most definitely didnt feel like going out and buying overpriced ingredients. They finally decided on a simple and new idea; looking at each other's TikTok feed.

So, here they sat in Hamzahs room, scrolling on Martins phone. "Dude, what the fuck is Noah Beck doing on your ForYou page?" Hamzah asked as he laughed down at the video of the thick-necked man. Martin smiled and rubbed his neck. "Yeah, sorry, just girly things," he said as he winked at the camera. Hamzah scrolled past the video and onto the next. Hamzah went through Martins feed for about 10 minutes before he began getting bored. "Boy, what are these videos," taunted Hamzah, handing over Martins phone. Martin side-eyed him and rolled his eyes. "Its not my fault I was written by a woman," he said, crossing his arms over his chest dramatically.

"Aye, its your turn now bro," Martin said, uncrossing his arms to sit up straight. Hamzahs attitude visibly shifted, almost as if he was hesitant. "Nah, nah. Here, lets see what you got goin on-" as Hamzah reached for Martins phone, he snatched it away. "Nuh-uh! You made me expose myself, now its your turn!" Martin grinned evilly at Hamzah. With a sigh, Hamzah grabbed his phone and typed in the password. He opened up TikTok and Martin took his phone out of his hand.

The first video on his ForYou page was an edit of Nettspend playing a live show. "Oh my goodness, of course," Martin laughed, scrolling past the video. Hamzah thanked his ForYou Page for not exposing him with the very first video. Hamzahs TikTok feed may have been filled with funny videos and cool edits, but Martin soon grew bored. "Hey, lets see whats in this search history," Martin said. As soon as Martin clicked the malevolent little magnifying glass in the top right corner, Hamzah felt his heart drop into his stomach. His brain tried to remember what he had last searched up.

By the time he realized he was done for, Martin was already listing off what the contents were. "Funny cat videos, PlayBoi Carti leak, and [username] edits...hey, isn't [username] that one girl?" asked Martin, looking over at a blushing Hamzah. He simply nodded his head, avoiding eye contact. "Bro, whats wrong? You got a little crushy-wushy on her?" Martin nudged Hamzah with his elbow, making him slap his arm away. "Shut up, bro," Hamzah said, looking away from the man beside him. "Well, might as well see what kind of edits people make of her," said Martin, clicking on the text.

As if things couldn't get any more embarrassing for Hamzah, the first video that was shown had already been favorited by him. The edit featured you in an interview. It was to the song Bitch Don't Kill My Vibe, specifically the violin instrumental. The video was cut to show moments of you smiling at the interviewer, talking in that soft tone Hamzah adored. "Dude, FAVORITING is insane work" Martin taunted. He was enjoying this way too much. Hamzah peeked over Martins shoulder and watched the edit play. He slowly began smirking as he watched the video, his eyes softening.

Martin glanced at Hamzah and started laughing. "Dude, you're actually breathing so heavy right now. Chill out," he said as he pushed Hamzah away. Hamzah snapped out of his trance and glared at Martin. "Ok, next," Martin scrolled past the video. The next edit was of you in your "Goodwill Try-On Haul" video. You pranced around in cute little tops and short dresses, looking like a million bucks. The comments were flooded with compliments on how great your body looked and how well you pulled off the clothes. Once again, the video had already been favorited by Hamzah. "Have you favorited every single one of these edits?" asked Martin, cocking up his eyebrow in suspicion. Hamzah simply looked away, trying to hide his forming smirk.

A few days had passed and the video had been posted. Unfortunately for Hamzah, when the video was sent to the editing team, Martin requested for them to keep the footage of Hamzahs little crush on you being exposed. Hamzah was livid with Martin when he saw the final product of the video. "Why the fuck would you keep that footage, dude" said Hamzah, his burning face buried in his hands. Martin rolled his eyes. "Bro, it's not that bad. Who knows, maybe [Name] will see it and be into it," he said in attempt to console his friend.

"I looked like a creep, shes gonna-" suddenly, Hamzah was interrupted with his phone buzzing. He snatched his phone off of the counter and opened it. Immediately, Hamzahs eyes widened in surprise. "Whats wrong?" asked Martin as he rushed over to his side.The two stared at the notification from Instagram that showed you not only followed Hamzah, but sent him a DM. He sat there, phone in hand and mouth slightly open. Martin grabbed Hamzahs shoulders. "See, bro! I told you!" he said, patting his best friends back. Hamzah quickly unlocked his phone and followed you back. He then opened his message requests and read your message.

"Hi Hamzah! I love your videos lol SlushyNoobz is one of my fave channels. I was wondering if you and Martin maybe wanted to do a collab sometime? I'll be in the Ottawa area next week, so just lmk :)."Martin turned to Hamzah. "So what, you down?" he asked. Hamzah nodded his head and began typing a response to send to you. "Hey [Name]. Me and Martin are down for next week. Just let me know whenever you wanna discuss what we should do for the video and all that👍🏽." Hamzah pressed send and closed his phone. His heart was beating like he'd just ran a mile, his hands were so sweaty that ity left a print on the cool glass of his phone. "Alright, the video..."

You stood in Martins kitchen, in between him and Hamzah. "Hey guys! Today, I'm with the SlushyNoobz who have graciously allowed me into their territory!" Hamzah and Martin waved to the camera. "Whats up everyone. Its your boys, the SlushyNoobz. We're gonna show [Name] what happens when she invades our turf," said Martin. Hamzah nodded his head along, awkwardly standing there. He tried his best not to seal glances at you every 2 seconds.

"Alright, you guys ready to get your asses kicked?" you said, smirking at the two men. Martin lifted the sleeve of his shirt and flexed his frail, pale arm. "Are me and Martin gonna have to go easy on you?" asked Hamzah, looking at you. His eyes went up and down on your body. You felt a familiar sensation in your stomach, nervous to be around Hamzah. "Nah, not at all," you said. You had been tagged countless times in reposts of the video where his crush on you was revealed. To say the least, you were quite flattered.

"Okay, so Martin and Hamzah are gonna go against me in a bake-off. We each have our own dishes we're gonna bake, and we'll have Mandy taste test them once they're done. Whichever Mandy likes the best wins," you explained to the viewers, your hands flying around as you spoke. Hamzah paid attention to every word that came out of your mouth like it was the most interesting thing he'd ever heard.

Martin rubbed his hands together eagerly. He looked to Hamzah with a grin, and they exchanged a knowing look. "Alright, we're thinking we should start this off with some chocolate chip cookies," Martin declared confidently. "Big ass cookies, stuffed with all sorts of goodies. Chocolate chunks, caramel, and maybe even some pretzels for crunch." You grinned and looked at Hamzah. "You hearing this? You think you can handle all that or what?" you asked, smiling. Hamzah grinned and nodded his head. "Yeah, I could handle all that and more," he said.

Throughout the video, Hamzah couldn't help but let his eyes linger on you a little longer than necessary, a subtle smirk playing on his lips. He tried to play it cool, not wanting to come on too strong, but you seemed to draw him in so easily. As you helped him measure out ingredients and mix batter, Hamzah brushed against your hand and arm, letting his fingers graze yours.

"So, like this?" he asked, mixing the batter with the technique you showed him. "Mhm, just like that," you said, guiding his movements gently. Hamzah turned to you and smiled. "Y'know, youre pretty good at this. You bake a lot in your free time or what?" You chuckled and moved your hands away from his. "Eh, kinda. I used to bake a lot, but I guess i've been busy lately with YouTube and what not," you said. Hamzah nodded his head.

As he opened his mouth to speak, Martin cut him off. "Hamzah, you mustn't fraternize with the enemy," he said as he grabbed the bowl of mixed batter. Hamzah smirked unapologetically as he nodded his head. "You're right, I take it back you suck at baking [Name]." Your eyes widened in fake outrage. "Really?" you said. You grabbed the spoon from the bowl you were using to mix your cake batter and flicked it towards Hamzah.

Pink batter landed on his cheek. Hamzah gasped and closed his eyes, a big smile plastered on his face. He opened his eyes and glared at you, still cheesing. "Oh yeah? That's what we're doing now?" he asked, stepping towards you. You giggled and put your hands in front of you to keep him from coming any closer. "Hey, chill out! Thats what you get for dissing me," you laughed out. Martin and Mandy watched from the side, using all of their self control to not tease you two.

Soon enough, after bantering and teasing, the baked goods were finally finished. Mandy tasted the cookies and the cake. The cookies weren't all that bad, despite the burnt caramel and charred exterior. Your strawberry cake was significantly better, topped off with vanilla frosting. "Yeah, [Name] wins for sure," said Mandy as she held her hand over her mouth. You smiled triumphantly as Martin glared at you.

You helped Martin and Hamzah clean up the kitchen. As the three of you tidied up, Hamzah made sure he was close to you. He watched as you wiped down the counter with precision, leaving a spotless trail with the dish rag.

Once the kitchen was spotless, Hamzah leaned back against the counter, crossing his arms over his broad chest. He watched as Martin walked out and you pack up your belongings, stealing glances at you when he thought no one was looking.

Hamzah walk towards where you stood. You looked up from your camera and smiled at him. "This was fun, Hamzah," you said as you folded up your equipment. Hamzah grinned at you and you could've sworn his cheeks were getting rosier by the second.

"So, whens our next video?"

(THIS WAS SO LONG BRUHH😭 but ty to @katsaresokool for requesting!!! <333 hope u guys liked this!)

[norrisainz33]

dream job || ls18

summary: you are starting the 2025 season in your dream role, as a f1 journalist and end up meeting a certain aston martin driver who sweeps you off your feet

pairing: lance stroll x journalist!nonfamous!reader

fc & warnings: none & some hate comments

requested: yes! thank you for your patience anon!!

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ynuser: grwm for the first day of my dream job! so excited to cover f175 with skysportsf1 today 🤍

p.s thanks to friend3 for letting me borrow my outfit and yourbff for the hair and makeup

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yourbff: thats my best friend!!!! here before you become the most popular journalist in the game

ynuser: an og fan! thank you sm bestie

friend3: outfit looks so good omg 😭

ynuser: thank you 😭😭 i appreciate you so much

friend3: couldn’t let my bestie go out there and not serve tf

friend1: soooo coool!!!!!! [liked by ynuser]

skysportsf1: can't wait to see you there!

ynuser: looking forward to it admin 🫶🏻

friend2: i will be watching the red carpet to try and get a glimpse of you bb

ynuser: if you see me please take a picture 😫

yoursibling: don't blow up and pretend you don't know us no more pls

ynuser: how could i ever?!

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yourbff: im trying so hard not to fangirl but is that OLLIE AND ESTIE?! AND LANCE

ynuser: yes!! it is!!!!!! not fangirling was incredibly hard. you'll also NEVER guess what happened

yourbff: screaming already - what happened?!

ynuser: after we stopped recording lance told me that he really liked the questions i asked and that he hopes to see me with the media at the races

yourbff: SHUT UP! GIRL

ynuser: and then ofc i forgot how to be normal and told him that he hasnt seen the last of me and then he said and i quote 'i hope thats true.' and then left

yourbff: if i didnt know any better id say he was flirting?

ynuser: literally no way he was just being nice

yourbff: its ok bestie ill be delulu enough for the both of us

friend3: ollie bearman the man that you areeeeeee

ynuser: he was so goofy silly im such a fan

user1: fire content this is going to do numbers on f1twt

friend1: OMGOGMOGMMfgajfgg

ynuser: same

friend2: I SAW YOUR INTERVIEW WITH LANCE!!!!!! AND LANDO??!!?@?@?@?@??@? A N D THE LEWIS HAMILTON????

ynuser: ahhhh you saw them?!?!

friend2: yes!!! you're all over socials for making lance and lando giggle

ynuser: that would explain all the new followers hahaha but seriously all of the drivers were so kind im so excited for the rest of the season. bahrain can't come soon enough

yourcoworker: never gonna get used to this

ynuser: me neither. definitely going to take time to sink in

user3: loved your interview questions! truly such unique ones and you can tell the drivers really appreciated it!

user33: how the heck did u get this job

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estebanocon: why do you need this information mon ami?

lance_stroll: science! research!

estebanocon: mate

chloestroll: ..... care to share w the class what this means?

lance_stroll: nope :)

chloestroll: you know that’s not gonna fly

lance_stroll: 😔

chloestroll: TELL ME!!!!!!

lance_stroll: fine!!!!!

lance_stroll: skysports got a new interviewer and she asked really good questions and was really pretty and we chatted a little and i can’t stop thinking about her ok. let a man live

chloestroll: 👀 trying to be nonchalant about this

lance_stroll: see this is why i didn’t want to tell you

pierregasly: kika says it was y/n y/l/n! that is if you mean the girl that asked the funny but really good questions

lance_stroll: yes thats her! thanks pierre or should is say thanks kika xxoo

pierregasly: she says you’re welcome but that you’re gonna have to spill the beans abt what is going on here next time we hang out

lance_stroll: deal

flavybarla: 🤨

lance_stroll: 🤭

fernandoalo_oficial: ask the social media team they'll know

lance_stroll: i'm scared to bc you know they'd make me do like 2 tikoks in return for the info

fernandoalo_oficial: fair

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yourbff: obsessed with the duality of the groutfit from target and the insanely fancy drinks you're drinking in this last slide

ynuser: i felt a bit out of place in the restaurant in my little tj maxx dress but he was so insanely sweet it didn’t matter

yourbff: i’m sure you looked stunning bestie. PLEASE spill the beans about your DATE

ynuser: if you had told me it was a dream i would have believed you! like we’ve been texting for a couple weeks but idk i was worried about how it would be in person but talking to him was so easy it felt like we had know each other for forever

yourbff: 🥹🥹🥹 obsessed. are you going to see him again?

ynuser: he did ask me if we could go out again 😭

yourbff: YESSSSSSSSSSSSS I STAN THIS SO HARD

user33: man didnt know being a journalist meant you could afford 5 star restaurants... must be nice

lance_stroll: thanks for taking a chance on me and coming out tonight

ynuser: thank you for inviting me out! i had a really lovely time getting to know you better

lance_stroll: likewise! i’d really like to keep getting to know you 😅

ynuser: it’s a good thing i feel the same way

friend3: was this the dinner and drinks with you know WHO?!

ynuser: yes and it was incredible 😭

yourcoworker: longest day of my entire life. running from the airport directly to the track is not for the weak

ynuser: no for real. our sleep schedules are going to be crazy but it’s going to be so worth it

user1: looking forward to seeing your interviews!

friend2: what is your life these days... a jet setting super star u have become

ynuser: pleaseeeee i am still just little old me

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user28: you’re really spoiling whoever this is

user18: SOFT LWUXNHEVFOW NG IRNG

user18: sorry let me calm down

chloestroll: looooook it’s my favorite girly

lance_stroll: already trying to steal her from me huh

chloestroll: yes! she’s the sweetest little thing ever 🥹🤍

user19: the miami gp better be good to you this weekend i swear

ynuser: i love loving you

lance_stroll: these past few months have been the best of my life

ynuser: same 😭🤍

user33: did you…… get this girl a birkin?????? gotta be a gold digger im

estebanocon: i’m really happy for you mate

lance_stroll: i appreciate you so much mate. thanks to you and flavy for making her feel so welcome last weekend 🤍

estebanocon: you both are always welcome to visit us when we have time off ❤️

yourbff: who is that cutie

lance_stroll: my girlfriend 😉

yourbff: she was mine first 😔

user21: how will i ever survive knowing you’re off the market

user29: i’m taking bets that this is that journalist from skysports

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ynuser: imola - you were a dream. make sure to catch my interviews from the weekend over on skysportsf1!

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user1: you’ve really bewitched me this season i think you’re my new favorite media person [liked by ynuser]

lance_stroll: 😍 [liked by ynuser]

ynuser: ❤️‍🔥

user18: i’d know that lance stroll hair in slide 3 anywhere

yourbff: LOVEEEEE this pretty girl

ynuser: bestieeeeeeee thank you 😘

user33: the glow up you’ve had is interesting….. wonder where all these nice things have come from….. seems like a certain billionaire..

flavy.barla: obsessed actually

ynuser: and i’m obsessed with you 🥹

skysportsf1: catch y/n recaping the weekend over on our page! [liked by ynuser]

user12: need outfit details stat

friend3: there are so many people here not sure how to act normal

ynuser: just be you bbgirl

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f1gossip: flavy, alex and y/n have all arrived at the monaco grand prix! y/n y/l/n, sky sports correspondent, is rumored to be the girlfriend of lance stroll and has been spending a lot more time in the paddock and with flavy and alex when she’s not reporting.

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user1: god they’re so beautiful

user2: the ultimate trio

user3: i wish i could be part of their friend group

user33: i s2g this girl is just using lance for his $$$

user1: get a life and leave her be

user99: i have noticed that he’s very clearly giving her stuff. like if you look at her posts before they were together she was not dressing like the rest of the wags and now suddenly she is?

user28: this is the happiest i’ve seen lance in like literal years stfu and stop being mean to her

user33: she just wants the influence.. have you seen how much more traction her interviews get now?

user19: being mean isn’t gonna make lance like you user33 like be so for real rn

user18: omg y/n made the wag page this is huge

user20: pleasseeee someone tell me where alex’s dress is from

user11: they’re all literally glowing wow

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lance_stroll: with love from summer break ft my favorite person in the whole world 🤍

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fernandoalo_oficial: looks incredible! hope you two had the best time 💚

lance_stroll: we did! looking forward to seeing you soon mi amigo

user18: looks like the vacation of a life time

ynuser: i love you my handsome man

lance_stroll: i love you gorgeous girl

yourbff: cutie patooties i love you both so much

lance_stroll: we love you so much

ynuser: 🤍🤍

chloestroll: thanks for letting me crash your vacay for a few days

ynuser: seeing you was one of my favorite parts 🤍

lance_stroll: it’s always wonderful spending time with you and scottyjames31

user11: honestly this is my royal family. you two are goals idc what anyone else has to say

user23: i can’t wait to see you back on track

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a/n: thanks for reading!!! likes and reblogs appreciated🤍

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disclaimer: pictures are not mine and everything i write is fiction

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more !bfhamzah headcannons

gn reader <3

-first and foremost: hamzah loves eye contact

hamzah is most definitely into looking you deep in your eyes all throughout a conversation together. he just loves to look at his wonderful beautiful significant other and if you happen to get visibly nervous because of how intense hes looking at you well.... whos fault is that?

he has been staring at you the whole time you have been ranting about your hassles at work. from unwavering eye contact to him suddenly moving his focus down to your lips. you stutter. "what happened, baby?" "nothing shut up and look over there-" you push his head away from you. "-oh my god why are you so obsessed with me." you scoff at him while he just nods along smirking, "whatever you say, baby."

-his lap is PRIME real estate

like i had said previously he isn't huge on pda but when yall are left unsupervised he is essentially a moth drawn to his flame(thats you pookie) if you guys are at home, the office, friends place etc. he will start to not-so-subtly pull you closer and closer to him anyway possible just to feel your weight against him. his goal is to get you on his lap but if yall are in a more public setting he settles for holding on to your hand or waist/thighs, mayhaps a gentle calf/ankle caress(please tell me u get the vision like my mouth is watering just thinking about it.)

��do you hate me?” “never.” you respond to his stupid question he already knows the answer to without even looking up from the lengthy tea-filled text you’re trying to send your friend. he huffs and rubs his hands against his thighs while side-eyeing your beautiful face. “martin wont even be back for like 15 more minutes” he says out in the open hoping you catch on. you know he wants you to sit on him in any capacity and you just keep texting away, waiting for him to be a big boy and use his words. “what are you gonna do until then?” you tease and he huffs again. "c'mon just sit with me." you turn and give him a pointed look. "please." he whines while gripping the edge of your top and without missing another beat you are right where you're meant to be on your throne. his lap.

-holding hands is a MUST

holding hands is so instinctual to him like it's second to breathing. anytime yall are in public he will have your hand in his or in his pOCKET(OMG DO U GET THE MF VISION) he is defo the type to not drop your hand but to rest it against something until he can hold your hand again and usually his go to placement is. his. pocket. he'll be paying for the something and before he grabs his wallet he guides your hand to his hoodie pocket and u just hang your pinkie there waiting for him to finish before he picks your hand back up like its nothing(it’s everything like i almost slushed all over my keyboard omg)

it's date night and you're waiting in line together for popcorn before the minecraft movie talking about the significance of chicken jockey when the cashier yells out "next!" hamzah grabs hold of your hand before walking forward to order. while you relay your order to the cashier hamzah gently moves your interlocked hands to his front pants pocket, you hang you fingers there awaiting his hands faithful return while he grabs his wallet from his back pocket and pays when the cashier says the total. he ofc carries everything to your seats while you just follow him along holding on to his pocket. when finally seated whats the first thing he does? grab a handful of his popcorn. then your hand.

ty for reading. i love writing these <3

nsfw headcannons coming soon 🤪

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xoxo, ur fav slushy 😚

[rimunagenius]

It Was Doomed From The Start

ʚ pairing: Kate Martin x Roommate!reader

ʚ word count: 3.1k words

ʚ warnings: RPF!! , stalking, harassment, angst, self reflection (this topic scares me…don’t judge), fluff ofc bc it’s Kate

ʚ rimunagenius speaks: i know the title looks scary, but i promise, it’s nothing bad with Kate and reader. I wouldn’t write angst for them for this story not yet atleast I also wanted to introduce what Kate has reader under in her phone and i’ve also been thinking about adding one shots about how Kate and reader came up with the nicknames for eachother or little one shots of them before or during the events written about in the series (stuff that didn’t make it to the fic)…if i do they’ll be on the series masterlist but let me know if you’d like to see that!! anyways…here’s the long awaited part three!

Part 3

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"C'mon, it's time to get up, sleeping beauty." There was no beauty in how you were currently knocked out in Kate's bed. Your hair is all over your face and pillow; with parts sticking up due to the lack of hairstyle before going to sleep.

You had your mouth slightly open, quietly breathing through it. You needed this sleep. You usually slept way more appealing but this—this was your well-needed catch up on weeks' worth of rest. "Y/n...y/n. C'mon. We have to get ready." Kate leaned over the bed, a hand on your hip, softly attempting to shake you awake. A string of muffled and incoherent curse words left your mouth as you pulled the comforter over your head.

Curling in on yourself to make yourself small and generate more heat. It was a pretty cold morning in Iowa City. "I don't wanna." You whined under the blanket. Eliciting a small giggle from the blonde, she crawled into the bed, almost spooning you before speaking to you softly.

"Well we have to, sunshine. We have classes, and if you still want to eat breakfast, I suggest you get up now." She flipped the comforter off your head, rubbing her hand up and down your arm. "C'mon, let's go." She gave your arm light taps before she then gripped it and started to pull you out of her bed.

"We should not have stayed up so late last night. It's your fault. I blame you.” You pointed in her face, your hair everywhere and eyes closed, preventing her from taking you seriously. “You kept doing that thing you do with your mouth." You mumbled as you now were standing right infront of your roommate, eyes looking up at her, your mascara under your eyes.

"Sorry I was having a good time. From what I remember you didn't want me to stop." She looked at you, wiping some of the mascara fall out away, giving you a bright smile before walking you towards the bathroom.

"Kate, we were drinking and you know that trick is only funny when we're both under the influence. If you would've stopped messing around, we could've finished both movies at a decent hour. I literally fell asleep in your bed and halfway through the movie." You say as you look at her through the mirror, narrowing your eyes before cleaning your mascara and whatever makeup you had on.

She raised her arms in defense, "I mean, what can I say? I'm the life of the party, baby." She said before placing herself on the counter. "Oh, and I already made waffles and yours are on the counter." She sat and watched your do your whole routine, her legs swinging a little every now and then.

"Yes?" You looked at her as you placed a refreshed coat of mascara on your lashes. You could see her staring. She's been doing that a lot lately. It made you feel warm inside and you wouldn’t lie and say you haven’t been doing it more recently also.

"Nothing. Just watching you." She smiled softly as she watched you do your makeup. A small blush casting over both your cheeks. You both knew what it was.

"Okay, creep." You side eyed her before giving her your best smile, just to prove you were being playful.

"Haha. Funny." Kate mocked you, lightly kicking her foot against the side of your thigh.

"Kate? Can you do me a favor?" You looked at your best friend, her blue eyes immediately meeting yours. She nodded her head quickly, eyes trained in yours immediately trying to read your face for anything wrong.

"Yeah, of course. Is everything okay?" She picked up on your nervous look. You sighed, looking down.

"Nick’s still weirding me out, so I wanted to know if you could walk back here to come get me after your class and take me to my next one? I just don't want to be on campus alone with him being around." You looked nervous, almost as if you had a feeling she'd say no. Of course Kate didn't, though. You still haven’t told her about not even going to report him in the first place.

"Yeah, for sure. I can do that. I'll see you in a bit, yeah?"

"Yeah. Okay, thank you. It's just for this class and my next two and then Hannah can take me to practice later." You watched Kate's face soften.

"Y/n, you know i'd take you to every class. It's not an inconvenience. Whatever you need, I got you." She hugged you before saying a small goodbye and watched you walk inside your class while she waited outside.

You went inside and sat down, your phone pinging with a new message.

bear <3

be safe, ily.❤️

sunshine☀️💕

ilym😘

'bear <3 loved "ilym😘"' 

The class went smoothly, you walked outside to see Kate standing, waiting for you. She must have left class sooner to be here on time to not make you wait. God, you were so grateful for this girl.

She walked you to every class before you had anatomy. So far, Nick hasn't spotted you, and you felt a wave of relief wash over you. You didn’t want to put it past him to find you, but for right now, you were taking the win. As you finally made it to anatomy, Juliana had been waiting outside.

You and Kate had been laughing about something she said when you looked over and saw Juliana watching you both, a smile on her face. "Oh, Kate. This is my friend Juliana, the one who's helping me with the girlfriend thing." You introduced your two friends, them shaking one another's hands.

"Hi, I'm Kate. Nice to meet you." Kate greeted, a friendly smile on her face.

"Oh, I know who your are. Y/n has said so many great things about you. You're almost all she talks about in here." Your face immediately grew red. You hadn't realized you talked about Kate so much. Did you really?

Kate looked down at you and smiled. A small blush rising to her cheeks. "Does she now?" She asked teasingly.

"Yeah, she's always going on about how such a great friend you are. How good you are to her. Makes me jealous." She jokingly added, before chatting Kate up some more. You didn't know what it was but something about Juliana being overly excited about talking to Kate, Kate being engaged in the conversation, was something that made a pit grow in your stomach.

You had no idea why two of your friends talking gave you a sense of jealously. It was frankly ridiculous. Shaking the totally absurd assumptions of this otherwise normal interaction out of your head, you looked down at your phone. A new notification from a random account on instagram.

The picture less profile, what seemed to be a randomly generated username had sent you a message. Clicking the message, you immediately felt a ball in your throat form. Suddenly your knees felt like they would give up and the world would swallow you whole from right where you were standing.

maybe you should make her leave…

this won’t be good for you.

she’s not good for you.

make her leave.

it won’t be good for her either.

You looked around, trying to find who had sent it. They had to have been talking about Kate. You knew who it was, just thing to find him to justify that you weren’t absolutely going crazy and imagining this whole thing.

“Hey, you okay?” Kate looked at you, her eyes scanning every inch of your flushed face, her worry growing by the second.

“Yeah, I’m totally fine. I’m just going to walk into class.” You swalllowed before you looked around once more, suddenly seeing him. Lurking at a nearby a table, hat on, just staring right at you. He was sitting a healthy distance away, but watching your every move. Watching Kate. You couldn’t take this.

You hadn’t realized you had been staring, Kate followed your stare and saw him too. Juliana wrapping her arm around your shoulder, kissing the top of your head. You instantly regretted not being able to sell that you were unbothered, due to Kate starting to walk over to Nick.

“Kate! Don’t. I don’t need you talking to him.” You grabbed her arm, and pleaded with her.

“He’s obviously making you very uncomfortable. I thought you told someone about him already. What did he even say?” You did not have the heart to tell her that you let this man harass you for weeks just because you didn’t want to have any conflict. It wasn’t the best decision but it saved a lot of people trouble and you didn’t want to be inconvenience with this stupid thing. You could handle it. You could handle him.

“Kate, I was going to I swear. But I just forgot. You going up to him and telling him off isn’t going to make it better. Trust me. I do not want him to harass or hurt you too. ” You were getting super overwhelmed. Your eyes burning, your vision going blurry, eyes watering.

“Hey, it’s okay.” Juliana said, rubbing her arms up and down your arms. She didn’t have the first clue of what to do other than report this. She just didn’t want to do it without your permission. It was wrong, but it wasn’t her place.

“Hey, can you give us a moment?” Kate asked her. Juliana nodded and walked inside the class but not without staring Nick down before doing so.

“Hey, look. I’m sorry. I didn’t meant to get all riled up over this. But you do need to tell someone, baby.” Her face dropped and immediately started turning red. She should’ve caught herself. It just slipped. You hadn’t noticed because you were avoiding looking anywhere and seeing him.

You hadn’t picked up on the name. Trying to focus on what she was actually saying instead of thinking of all the ways Nick could harm Kate. What did he mean by ‘it won’t be good for her either’ ? All you could think about was her safety.

“I’m sorry, what?” You looked up at Kate, your brows furrowing. Suddenly feeling the biggest migraine come on.

Kate’s face relaxed, sighing before grabbing your face. “I was just saying that we should go report him, and i’ll take you home. I’ll tell coach we caught something and don’t want to get the team sick. We—I just need to get you out of here. Okay? Can you do that for me?” Her eyes stared into yours, wordlessly pleading with you to choose your safety over thinking you’re a burden to someone else.

You nodded, looking behind her to see that Nick had left. He was gone. That’s when you felt a hand grab yours, fingers interlocking. Kate. Immediately you felt more relaxed, more safe. At home. No one could hurt you when you were with the people you loved and cared for. Who cared for you. The team, your friends, were your home. Kate was your home. Your anchor.

Nothing could hurt you, and you were going to do it together. Sending a quick text to Juliana, letting her know the situation, you and Kate started walking to the deans office. Kate sat with you, held your hand, and made sure you were comfortable while telling the dean everything Nick had done to you and said he’d do over the course of the two and a half years you had been here.

It was extensive. It started off so small that you didn’t notice that he slowly integrated into your life. He was obsessed with you. Stalking you. You didn’t realize until it was too late—til it got bad. You and Kate had found out he was a transfer, changing his whole major and career plan to follow yours. He had been to 6 different universities in the last 3 years due to ‘personal’ issues.

Turns out every formal complaint had been waived and disproven. You weren’t the only woman he’s done this to. It was crazy to think that of the many women, the countless evidence of severe mental disorders and psychotic behavior and harassment, he was still allowed into many other universities, was able to appeal the accusations and allowed to leave it behind him.

Kate was in better words, fuming. Her and the dean had gone at it, you trying to mediate before the dean resulted to benching her for her last season. You guys had been in the deans office for about 2 hours. Leaving just in time to send a text to Coach Bluder that you’d both be in absence at practice today.

You two had been walking, still hand in hand, back to your guys’ apartment. “Kate are you sure you want to miss practice today?” You looked at her, eyes still a little bloodshot from the crying you had done. “I can totally just go home alone and say I just didn’t feel good. I’m not on the team, you are.” She still looked upset and very irritated at the situation. She hasn’t said much since you both left. The second you spoke, her face softened. You tended to do that a lot; you changed her mood. Her mood affects yours and yours hers. And only you two could fix it for the other.

“And leave you alone? On campus where a crazy guy is stalking you and making you feel uncomfortable and unsafe? No way. I’d miss as many practices as you needed me to.” She smiled at you, squeezing your hand, before letting it go, and settling for wrapping her arm around your shoulders.

“Thank you, Kate. Seriously. I don’t know what I did to deserve you.” You leaned your head on her, arriving at your apartment.

“Of course. Anything for my favorite girl.” She kissed the top of your head, smiling to herself. She was grateful to have you in her life, she needed you just as much, probably more, than you needed her.

You both helped and healed things in eachother more over the last two and a half years of knowing eachother than anyone had for you both in your guys’ entire lives. “You didn’t do anything to deserve me, you know? Anyone would be lucky to have someone like you. Someone as kind, beautiful, smart, loving, caring, and gorgeous as you. Oh, did i mention you were pretty?” Kate laughed, her cheeks growing pinker by the second.

“Okay, Kate.” You laughed as she unlocked the front door, letting you walk in first. “Thank you. I appreciate you, and I feel the absolute same about you. Any girl who gets you, is the luckiest girl alive.” You smiled at her as you sat the on the couch, her in the kitchen grabbing you both water.

She smiled at you, before you turned to turn the TV on. When you looked away, her smile faltered. You looked at the tv, thinking about what she said. What you had said. You both cared for eachother so deeply. You couldn’t possibly be catching feelings for Kate. Was what you said too obvious…? You had known her for a long time, she was your best friend. That could ruin everything.

Could it? I mean, Kate thought about it over and over, watching your from the kitchen. The way your lips curled slightly when you watched the same reruns of your favorite shows. The way you always sat in the same spot on the couch, next to hers, leaving the perfect amount of room for her but also not enough so that you guys would be touching.

It was hard for the both of you to think this way about the person you have shared a space with for so long. Your roommate. Your best friend. You both needed to figure this out. But it was hard. You couldn’t possibly harbour feelings for the one person you both told yourself not to when this arrangement came to be.

Maybe that should’ve been the first sign. The sign that this living situation was doomed from the moment it was thought into existence; it was doomed from the start. How could you possibly set that boundary, silently in your guys’ head, that you guys couldn’t catch feelings. It would only have meant that you both could’ve seen this coming. I mean, neither one of you turned a blind eye to the other being attractive. Let alone, being eachothers type.

Kate brought you both the waters. Setting them down on the coffee table infront of you. Sitting down in her spot, next to you. You leaned your head on her shoulder almost instantly. Whether you had feelings for her or not, the comfort Kate had brought you was something you couldn’t describe. The need to have the feeling of Kate next to you seemingly growing worse with the feelings.

The familiarity was something you haven’t known since back home. So you essentially chased the feeling whenever you could have it. “Thank you for being there for me, Kate. I mean, truly. I already said it, but thank you.” Snuggling a little closer, bring one knee to your chest.

“Anytime, you know that. I’d do anything for you,” Her voice grew quieter at the end of her sentence. She meant it. “Besides, you’d be completely lost without me, sunshine. You need me.” She smiled when you landed a soft playful smack across her chest. She reached her arm over your shoulders, making you more comfortable.

“You’re right, I do.” You laughed before turning your attention to the TV. You both watched TV the rest of the night, deciding that you’d worry about the Nick thing more tomorrow. The dean telling you that it’d be handled very soon and quickly as possible. So, it was tomorrows problem.

As you both watched TV, you both thought over the fact you may be inlove with your best friend. It may be real and you’d both have to find a way to either move on or deal with it.

And fast.

[ink-for-dinner]

ooo can i know what the spider bros au is??

- quasarzt :)

HIII OFC OFC

Soooo the spider bros au (never got round to giving it a cooler name) is a wild kratts au i came up with like two years ago? It's really old and i haven't really thought about it in ages but im about to info dump regardless.

Basically, a creature power suit malcfuction gave both of the kratt bros your typical spider-man powers! Back in the day I made lot of drawings of them and doodles and even a comic somehow😭 not gonna dig them up rn- Anyways after that, because the change in their DNA is irreversible the suits don't work on the anymore, so aviva makes the new suits for they to use their new powers! These are the original designs I posted back then

If I recall correctly, their webs are a gadget Aviva made for them, but they still had visible changes in their bodies, particularly they developed venomous fangs aaaand the cherry in top is their eyes!! Cause they got 6 more of them now😭

Martin suffers a lot in this au too, because of this. While Chris is mostly having fun with his new powers and running experiments with himself, having the time of his life, Martin pretty much starts hating himself and the fact that he isn't really human anymore. He hates his eyes specially and can't even look at himself in the mirror anymore. I remember writing and drawing so much angst of him 😭 poor lil guy. Chris makes sure to comfort him whenever he feels down about the situation tho, and always makes sure to remind him that they're in this together.

But yeah, that's the general idea :) Honestly, I've been coming back to the fandom and I'm already thinking of bringing back some old aus.. I'm definitely gonna add this one to the list now. Tysm for asking! ^^ I always love yapping about things I created, be it ocs or aus hehe. Have some more old doodles as a treat(?

[kaiowut99]

Yu-Gi-Oh! Duel Monsters GX Episodes 127-128 Subbed (Finalized)

(Previously: Episode 126 Subbed [Finalized])

(Check out my Subbed!GX Stream Masterpost!)

TURN-127: Martin, Breaker of the Seal

Principal Samejima and Pegasus discover the stone tablet dedicated to Rainbow Dragon and are en route to it. Martin, acquiring the three Phantasm cards, provokes Amon into a duel with the three Phantasms at stake. Amon is conflicted, but he decides to duel Martin to ascertain how he feels. Martin summons Mad Reloader in Defense Mode, while Amon summons his 3000-ATK Cloudian — Eye of the Typhoon to blow away 3000 of Martin's Life--yet Martin is composed about that attack. Elsewhere, Johan and the others know the facility that will allow them to obtain the Rainbow Dragon card and head for it.

TURN-128: The Gem Beasts VS Cyber End Dragon

As it turns out, obtaining the Rainbow Dragon card will require fierce Duel Energy--leading Hell Kaiser Ryou and Johan to duel to that end. On his first turn, Ryou summons Chimeratech Overdragon, going on to activate his Future Fusion Permanent* Magic and prepare to summon his Cyber End Dragon in two turns. Johan performs a direct attack with Amethyst Cat, but Ryou barely flinches, summoning his Cyberdark Dragon to attack him even more. *Like originally happens in the episode, the original summary makes the mistake of calling Future Fusion "an Equip" Magic and not a Permanent/Continuous one.

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Like Pegasus designing Rainbow Dragon, I've splendidly finalized my subs for 127 and 128!

Working on both works as a bit of an unintended two-parter as we have Amon confronting Martin--and the being within him--for the three Phantasms, learning more about himself in the process, while the race is on for Johan and co. to make it to the tennis courts and accumulate enough Duel Energy to get Rainbow Dragon and a shot at getting home. I do like 127 for the juxtaposition of Echo confronting Pegasus and offering more of Amon's past ("My dream of Amon becoming king... was shattered by Amon himself.") with the being--which episode 128's credits already reveal as Yubel so there we go--reading Amon and the will he's adhered to like a book and making him think of how it's held him back. Where that ultimately takes him--and whether it's good or not--is for another post, ofc. I also do love 128 and Ryou's intense duel with Johan; that opening turn with "Rival's Onslaught" playing and the first use of "Testing Duel" off Sound Duel 2 are great, as is the first use of "Wicked Grudge" as Martin plays House of Sand and we see what happened to Yubel. [Also I forgot how much dialogue 4Kids stuffed into this episode, especially as Marcel activates House of Sand--so much needless fluff...]

Animation error-wise, there's actually nothing too big involved--I applied a handful of fixes to both episodes (13 altogether), mostly quality-of-watching ones like split-screens, though I did fix up the error with Ryou calling Future Fusion an "Equip," along with one odd Ruby-related animation error. Details under the cut below, as always, for the interested!

Anywho, enjoy! We're just about set for a big reveal as we hit the arc's climax; I'll be mostly focused on getting some work started on 129-130 (I'd hoped to get them done before the GX remaster starts next Friday but hopefully it won't be too long after it does lol) while I look over the ARC-V work I've done for Yuya over in Tag Force Special as I get started with translating the ARC-V character story text after having just wrapped ZEXAL's. Stay tuned!

Fixes and Edits! (127)

As Martin and Amon get their duel started, they slide into a split-screen to shout "Duel!"; as they then slide apart to show their LP counters, Martin's split takes a frame longer to slide offscreen than Amon's does. A quick fix in Sony Vegas, as I held a split-less frame after that over the erroneous frame to get them offscreen simultaneously.

A bit later, as Amon uses Eye of the Typhoon to attack Martin's Mad Reloader, the two are on a split-screen as Amon explains the former's effect; as they split apart, something odd happens: 1) Amon starts to slide offscreen but Martin's split stays still--and shows more of Martin behind Amon's split; 2) Martin's split, now showing more of him, only starts sliding offscreen the frame after their slide-out starts; and 3) with the slide-out lasting only four frames (vs the usual 7-8 frames), this leads to them unevenly sliding out, with Amon's mostly gone and Martin's still halfway in the shot in the last frame before they're both gone. Fixed this in Vegas by redoing their slide-out to be smoother and the usual frames long while also keeping Martin's split consistent, grabbing a loop of the rain/wind slamming on him to move.

Later, after Martin is impressed by Amon's first move, the two are on a split-screen as the being inside Martin assesses his dueling--but as they split apart, things are uneven and odd, with Martin and Amon both moving to split apart yet Amon's split slides down and offscreen for two frames before Martin's actually splits away from his (and Martin still moves up in his split as the border on it shows up), leading to Amon's eventually being fully offscreen a frame before Martin's is. Fixed this all in Vegas by redoing their split-out to be even, keeping Martin consistent in his split as it slides upward, and also panning the pan shot of Amon behind them slightly downward behind them as it's transitioned to.

Later, as the being inside Martin suggests breaking Amon's god-like will, Amon slides in on a split-screen to gasp, but a few things happen: 1) Martin slides down for two frames before Amon's split starts to slide in; 2) after Martin reveals his Break the Seal Traps, Amon slides up to end the split-screen, but it's a quick four-frame slide-out (vs the usual 7-8). Fixed these in Vegas by redoing both the slide-in and slide-out, syncing Amon's slide-in with Martin's moving down and making Amon's slide-out a smooth seven-frame-long slide-out.

As we see the Phantasms’ silhouettes rising behind Amon’s Eye of the Typhoon, Amon and Martin slide in on a quick split-screen before sliding out to show Eye of the Typhoon being made to dissipate–but for a quick frame on slide-in and slide-out, the border on Amon’s split is a bit ghosty and faded, while on the slide-out, the close-up of Eye of the Typhoon that's being transitioned into is also briefly missing. As noted in 126's breakdown as I looked at this shot for the preview, I fixed these here first, redoing the border on Amon’s split for both ghosty instances to look more per usual, while on the slide-out, I masked in part of the close-up Eye of the Typhoon shot between him and Martin.

In the next shot, we see a shrouded-in-darkness Raviel standing up--but in the original preview for 127 in 126, his eyes ominously glowing red as he does so, while this was removed for some reason in the episode proper, so he stands up with his eyes looking normal. I thought it made more sense to still have his eyes ominously glow, so I took the preview version of the shot and masked out the glowing eyes over the footage here to restore it.

Near the end of the episode, as Johan and Ryou are about ready to start their inter-dimensional duel, there's a quick frame as we start to pan up on Ryou (as he stares Johan down) where he's... missing from the shot--he's then added back in the next frame. A quick fix in Vegas, as I replaced the erroneous frame with that second fixed frame.

Fixes and Edits! (128)

A rare audio fix: as Ryou activates his Future Fusion on his first turn, he erroneously calls it an "Equip;" the card is shown as a Permanent/Continuous Magic, with its last appearance as an Equip Magic being in episode 83. Fixed by using UltimateVocalRemover to isolate the vocals and music/SFX, then replaced his use of "soubi"/"Equip" with an "eizoku"/"Permanent" I pulled from one of his Duel Links lines before mixing it all back together, making sure it was a seamless edit working with the audio before and after the clip before mixing it back into the episode's audio--to some good success, I think!

The next error doesn't happen until the eyecatch; it's a rare eyecatch involving a split-screen as Judai, Ryou, and Johan slide in--but there's a bit of a ghost split-screen border around the bottom of Judai's split that sticks around as Ryou and Johan slide in. Fixed using Photoshop to draw the ghosty border away with more of Judai's jacket and shirt, slightly redoing the proper borders around the edit for blending, then sliding the fixed portion of his split down with the rest of his split.

A bit later, after using Sapphire Pegasus to place her in his Magic/Trap Zone, Johan activates Ruby Carbuncle's effect to Special-Summon her and his other crystallized Gem Beasts--but an odd error happens as Ruby uses its "Ruby Happiness" effect, as light shoots out of its tail in a close-up scene launching the effect, yet in the next shot zooming out from her the light is... detached from Ruby's tail somehow. Thought I could fix this, and I think I did pretty well at it; I first used Photoshop to work on the first frame of the zoom-out by clipping out Ruby to move her so that her tail overlapped the ball of light, then redrawing the tennis court turf under her [using the Clone Stamp tool] and clipping out the ball of light to now be a layer above the re-positioned tail--after that, I started using Vegas to redo the zoom-out that happens before remembering, "Oh, yeah--Track Motion in AfterEffects;" working in there, the Track Motion mostly nailed the positioning for the zoom-out, so with a few tweaks, re-positioned Ruby was working seamlessly.

In the next shot, as Johan calls out Emerald Turtle, Amber Mammoth, and Amethyst Cat, who emerge onto a split-screen that then splits out to show them on the field, their splits all slide out unevenly, with Emerald's split being the first to slide offscreen before Amethyst's does so in the next frame, while Amber's takes two frames after that to fully slide offscreen. Fixed in Vegas by re-doing their slide-outs so that they were in sync, each lasting the usual eight frames.

After everyone escapes into the underground pipe tunnels, Judai implies what happened to Napoleon after he rescued him and stayed behind, causing everyone to gasp; Asuka then turns and notes that Amon hasn't come back either (want to note that the dub instead made Alexis think they're all done for because Bonaparte's gone for some reason), but as she turns, for some reason Rei jitters on the same frame and then stays in the same position the rest of the shot. A quick fix in Vegas as I masked out Rei in the previous frame and held her over her jittered self for the rest of the shot to keep her consistently drawn.

One last error happens at the very end of the episode: Judai, shaken by Martin's threat to eliminate everyone he turned into a Duel Zombie, boldly says, "I don't think so, Martin!"--but as he moves his head upward to say this, there are three movement frames [each lasting about three frames] in which Judai has a duplicate bottom-lip shadow. Fixed each one using Photoshop to first remove the extra lip shadow, then used Vegas to throw the fixed frames back into the video.

[foundtherightwords]

As the Sun Will Rise - Chapter 1

Pairing: Grunauer (Overlord) x OFC, Beauty & the Beast retelling

Summary: After losing most of his unit in a disastrous D-Day mission, Derwin Grunauer returns to his hometown near Miami, body riddled with scars and heart heavy with guilt, only to find his neighbors shunning him due to his German name. He retreats into his family mansion and remains there, unwilling to rejoin the living, until the day Alba Reyes turns up at his door with a basket full of warm bread. As the daughter of a Cuban immigrant, Alba knows something of being an outsider, and when she offers to work for Derwin as his housekeeper, it is not only to pay off her father's debt to the Grunauers, but also because she feels some connection to the reclusive young man. When that connection develops into something more, they must overcome both the town's prejudice and their own doubts to find happiness.

A/N: My inspiration for this came from these lovely artworks that reimagine Beauty and the Beast in a 1950s setting. The idea of making the Beast a World War II veteran jumped out at me, and given that "Overlord" is a World War II movie, I immediately knew I'd write this for Grunauer. I based this on the original screenplay more than the movie itself (Grunauer's full name and the fact that he's from Miami are both in the script), since Grunauer actually survives in that. The title is, of course, a lyric from "Beauty and the Beast".

Warnings: period-typical attitudes (sexism, racism, prejudice), PTSD, some violence, non-explicit smut

Chapter warnings: period-typical sexism and prejudice

Chapter word count: 5.2k

Chapter 1

"I'm so glad the sugar ration is over, aren't you?" Mrs. McLeish said, peering at the rows and rows of cakes and pastries behind the glass.

"We all are, Mrs. McLeish," replied Alba, handing the gray-haired lady her purchase neatly wrapped in paper bags. "That'll be a dollar and sixty-three cents."

"Are you sure, dear?" Mrs. McLeish felt the bags, trying to remember what she'd bought.

"Of course. Ninety cents for half a dozen loaves of bread, fifty-two cents for ten ham croquetas, and twenty-one cents for three cheese pasteles," counted Alba. There had been no mistake—Alba knew this was only Mrs. McLeish's way to weasel some discount out of her.

Mrs. McLeish started counting out her money with excruciating slowness. "My Ted has been so looking forward to your bakes ever since he came back from the Pacific, you know."  

Alba smiled and reached into the display case again. "Well, here's a slice of tres leches cake, to thank Ted for his service. On the house," she quickly added. Mrs. McLeish's wrinkles immediately relaxed, just as Alba knew they would. Papi wouldn't like it, but they couldn't afford to alienate a customer now.

Mrs. McLeish was barely out of the door when the cheerful chime of the shop bell was drowned out by an obnoxious roar. Alba looked up to see a bright red Aston Martin screech to a halt across the street.

"¡Mierda!" she muttered under her breath. This bit of profanity earned her a stern look from the statue of La Cachita, the patroness of Cuba, on her altar set in a corner of the bakery. "Sorry," Alba mumbled to the statue. She tried to dip behind the counter, but it was too late. The driver, a tall, broad-shouldered man with raven hair slicked back, wearing a leather flight jacket that was too heavy for Miami in late June, was already striding toward the door. He pushed it open with unnecessary force, making the bell chime furiously in protest.

"Allie!" he declared, flashing a grin that showed his white teeth to perfection. "Just the girl I want to see."

Alba tried to pull her lips into the semblance of a smile and ended up with something more like a grimace instead. "Mr. Grant, good morning," she said. "What can I get you today?"

"Call me Gastin, dearest Allie," replied Grant, leaning against the counter. "How many times do I have to ask you again?"

"As many times as I've asked you to call me Alba, not Allie, Mr. Grant," Alba said smoothly. Grant's smile faltered, but only for a moment, before returning to full blast.

"But Allie sounds so much nicer! Allie Grant. Just rolls off the tongue, doesn't it?"

Ignoring his suggestive leer, Alba repeated, "What can I get you today? A pastelito, perhaps, or some croquetas?"

Grant shuddered. "God, no. Do you have any idea how fattening those can be, with all that cheese and butter and frying oil?"

It was on the tip of Alba's tongue to snap that he was in a shop that thrived on cheese and butter and frying oil, but she bit back the retort and simply said, a little impatiently now, "Then what do you want?"

"You know what I want, my dear Allie." Grant was now leaning so far over the counter that a bystander may think he was trying to reach into the till. "A date with you."

"I'm afraid I'm very busy at the moment," Alba said automatically.

Grant let out a derisive laugh. "Busy with what?" He gestured around the empty bakery. It was after eight; the first waves of customers had gone, which meant Grant had timed his visit to catch her specifically. He certainly hadn't driven all the way here from his swanky family mansion on Millionaire's Row for one of La Perla del Sur's pasteles.

Mierda.

"Come now, Allie," Grant continued, seizing her hand in a tight grip. "I don't understand why you keep working in this dump. When we're married, you'll have the biggest mansion on Miami Beach and never have to deal with all this misery..."

Alba's face tightened. For six months now, Grant had been hovering around the neighborhood and pestering her into going out with him, despite her making it clear that she had no time for him. She knew she was the minority in this. Most people would consider him a great catch. A war hero and the heir to a real estate empire, courting the daughter of a lowly baker, a Cuban immigrant at that? She should have been over the moon. It was true that she had been flattered by his attention at first. But she wasn't interested in finding a boyfriend, and she'd treated him the same way she did all customers, polite and friendly. Only when Grant started harping on about marriage, as if they were already engaged, that she firmly shut it down. Even then, he couldn't seem to take a hint, whether because he was too arrogant or too dim, Alba wasn't sure. So her politeness had turned into grudging tolerance and finally into barely concealed dislike. Still, he refused to leave her alone.

"Maybe I like the misery," she bit out.

Grant opened his mouth, but before he could come up with a response, an angry voice rose from the street. It was Mr. Olson, whose grocery store was across the street from the bakery, and whose front door was currently being blocked by Grant's monster of a vehicle.

"Who's the schmuck that parked his car in front of my store?" Mr. Olson shouted, waving his broom. "Move it before I smash your headlights in!"

Grant flung Alba's hand aside and ran out of the bakery without another word. Seizing the opportunity, Alba ducked through the swinging door that separated the front of the bakery from the sweltering back room, where two enormous ovens were constantly belching out steam and heat. She almost collided with her younger sister, Beatriz.

"Alba!" Beatriz exclaimed. "Where do you think you're going?"

"I need you to man the counter for me," Alba said.

"Why?"

"He's here."

"Who?"

"You know who. Señor Slick." Alba's lips curled in distaste.

"Really?" Beatriz craned her neck to look through the curtain. Alba glanced behind her. Grant was busy arguing with Mr. Olson, but she grabbed Beatriz's shoulders and positioned herself so Beatriz would hide her from view anyway.

Alba couldn't understand why Grant was so determined to woo her. She definitely wasn't as pretty as Beatriz, though they shared the same features and coloring. The same hazel eyes on Beatriz were bright and clear, while Alba's eyes couldn't seem to decide which color they wanted to be and ended up as a sort of muddy brownish green. The same dark curls on Beatriz were glossy and bouncing with her steps, while Alba's had a tendency to frizz maddeningly in the humid Florida air, so she mostly kept it under a headscarf. Beatriz's figure was all soft curves, while Alba's was straight and flat as a pond cypress.

And most of all, Beatriz, like other girls in their neighborhood, was always making sheep's eyes at Grant. He never paid attention to any of them though. Perhaps that was it. Perhaps he only set his sights on Alba because he liked a conquest.

But Alba had no time to dwell on all of that now. "Yes," she told Beatriz, "and you can ogle him to your heart's content if you man the counter for me."

Beatriz's face fell. "But Papi told me to make the delivery." She gestured to a basket, packed with loaves of bread in paper bags, a box of ham and cheese croquetas, and a box of pasteles filled with guava jam, still warm from the oven.

"Delivery? Where to?" La Perla del Sur Bakery did not do deliveries. Those who knew of their bread and pastries would line up outside its door before the opening time of six o'clock, come rain or shine. 

"The Grunauer place," said Beatriz.

Alba smacked her forehead. Of course. How could she forget?

The late Dr. Grunauer had been their landlord. When they first arrived in Miami from Cuba thirteen years ago, Alba's parents, Mauricio and Ana, had found a nearly dead town, brought to its knees by two great hurricanes and the Great Depression. They had rebuilt their lives alongside the city. They had found this place for cheap, and Dr. Grunauer, a professor at the university, had only been too glad to let them have it after the crash of the land boom. Mauricio had traded his suit and tie for an apron and worked tirelessly next to his wife to open this bakery. But it was difficult to curb the ambition of a high-ranking government official, even if the coup d'état of 1933 had stripped him of his power. Mauricio had borrowed from Dr. Grunauer to buy a vacant beachfront store, hoping to open another La Perla, to be run by Alba's older brother, Rafael. Then came the war, and Rafael joined the Air Force and never came back from the Pacific, and Ana soon followed him, so that was the end of that. The beachfront property was left to languish through the war, and in the end, Mauricio had to cut his loss and sell it for cheap.

Dr. Grunauer, too, had passed away a year before the end of the war. Mauricio was not one to ever forget a debt, and although Dr. Grunauer's only son, who had come home last year, never mentioned it, Mauricio had been sending him bread and pastries and even fresh fruits sometimes, hoping that he would not call in the debt any time soon.

Now Alba snatched the basket out of Beatriz's hand. "I'll go," she said. "You man the counter."

"But—but—" Beatriz glanced at the back, where Mauricio and the assistant baker, young Frank, were busy loading trays of shaped dough into the ovens. Alba knew Papi didn't like Beatriz to be at the front alone, despite the fact that she always drew a crowd, mostly of young men—or perhaps precisely because of that.

"Bea's too busy flirting," he'd once said to Alba. "She'll mistake flan for croquetas and sell her own shoes as pastelitos next. I need you there, to keep an eye on the till and tell me when we're running low on things." And so Alba had no choice but to grin and bear it, though she didn't have Beatriz's natural charm and ease with the customers, and a day working at the till always left her with crescents of sweat under her arms, sore cheeks from having to stretch them into unnatural smiles for so long, and a raging headache.

"The breakfast rush's over, you'll be fine," Alba assured her sister. "I'll be back before lunch." She rushed out the side door before Beatriz could raise further protest and draw Papi's attention.

"Be careful," Beatriz called after her. Alba wondered if the warning was meant to be about Grant or the Grunauer place.

As she wheeled her bicycle out the back gate and down the lane, Alba saw her best friend, Claudia Barron, watering her garden, the hose curving over her pregnant belly. Claudia had spent her whole life in their neighborhood of Cypress Grove. She'd grown up down the street, dated a literal boy next door, Marty, and after Marty came back from the war, they had gotten married and moved into a house on the same street. Sometimes Alba thought she would go crazy if she were Claudia, never going further than a few miles from where she grew up. Other times, she envied Claudia her straightforward life.

"How's Marty Junior?" Alba nodded at Claudia's belly.

"Kicking up a storm last night. It's this heat, I don't think he likes it." Claudia raised a quizzical eyebrow at the bread basket. "Where are you going with those?"

"Delivery to the Grunauer place."

"Some sweetener for Gruesome Grunauer, eh?"

"Don't call him that," Alba said, rolling her eyes.

"It fits him, though. Like father, like son. He's been back for what, a year? Yet nobody's seen him. He's locked himself away in that mansion with all those snakes and gators." Claudia shuddered. "I wonder at your dad, letting you go there alone. Why can't he or Frank go?"

"They're busy," Alba said shortly. "I have to go now."

Without waiting for Claudia's goodbye, she got on her bike and rode away. Claudia was a good friend, but she could be an awful gossip sometimes. "Gruesome Grunauer", indeed! Yes, it was true that Dr. Grunauer had always been rather strange. With his balding head, owlish eyes, and quiet, mumbling voice, he reminded Alba of a mad scientist, like Victor Frankenstein or Dr. Jekyll, and she, like the rest of the neighborhood kids, had been slightly afraid of him. The nickname had started when they found out he raised snakes and other reptiles on his land, and it stuck. There was a rumor that he even kept an alligator. Every Halloween, the kids always dared each other to go to the Grunauer place to get a glimpse of this alligator.

And then there was Mrs. Grunauer too. Apparently she had been bedridden, and nobody had ever seen her. When she passed away, shortly after Alba's family moved to Cypress Grove, people had whispered that Dr. Grunauer had poisoned his wife.

During the war, those childish rumors had persisted and taken on a more malicious tinge. The war hadn't been easy for Dr. Grunauer with his German name and German accent, and some people had even turned against the Reyes for their association with him. And now, with the old man dead and his son back at the mansion, more rumors had surfaced. They said young Grunauer had been badly injured in the war, and those injuries had left him disfigured. It didn't help that he never set foot outside of his home.

Alba never subscribed to the local rumor mill, but she couldn't help feeling a slight sense of trepidation as she rode her bike down the back lane that followed along the Tamiami Trail. Alba preferred this shortcut, which ran right through the cypress swamp west of the city. She had always loved the swamp, loved seeing the bald cypresses rising from it like majestic giants, their trunks dripping with ferns and orchids, loved watching the herons and egrets that waded amongst their roots, loved the thrill of sighting an alligator floating lazily over the dark water. Even with the occasional blare of a truck horn from the interstate in the distance, it still provided a quiet spot in the busy city.

This morning, though, Alba paid no attention to the beauty of nature. Leaning on the pedals, she only hoped that she'd made enough of a head start that Grant wouldn't be able to follow her in his car. She wondered how the Grunauer place had changed. She knew where it was, of course, though she'd been too much of a wimp to come right up to its gate. In her childhood memory, it was the grandest house she'd ever seen, as grand as the Palacio del Valle in her hometown of Cienfuegos back in Cuba. She also wondered what young Mr. Grunauer would be like. Though they were roughly the same age, young Grunauer had never been a part of the Cypress Grove gang—he had been sent to a boarding school in Jacksonville even before Alba arrived, and none of the kids in the neighborhood knew him.

Soon, the lane branched off into two even smaller trails, little more than footpaths lined by willow and cocoplum bushes. Rolling her bike down the right trail, Alba finally came to a clearing. The willows and cocoplums gave way to magnificent oaks covered in Spanish moss that stood on either side of the path like sentinels, guarding the mansion of her memories. It stood back from the path, a little aloof, a little wary, a queen surveying her empire, its white walls shining like a mirage against the dark canopies of the trees surrounding it. A porch held up by tall columns ran around the house, shielding it from the sun and prying eyes. A beautiful frangipani stood in the back, its branches, dotted with star-like blooms, reaching toward the house as if in adoration. If those oaks were the sentinels, then the frangipani was an attendant bowing down to the queen.

Alba shook her head. Such flights of fancy were usually Beatriz's purview; Alba herself was more likely to notice that the yard was overgrown, the porch needed sweeping, one of the window shutters was sagging, and the paint was chipping. A swing full of dead leaves creaked on rusty chains on the porch, adding to the overall abandoned air of the place. As she drew closer, she also saw a sign hanging crooked on one of the oaks, with "BEWARE OF DOG" scrawled across it. This mundane little detail dispelled any fanciful impression she had of the house, and instead of the palace of her childhood, now she only saw a sad, neglected place.

Alba looked around cautiously. There was no sign or sound of the dog she should beware of. Emboldened, she wheeled her bike past the rank of oaks and leaned it against the porch. The front door had no bell—Dr. Grunauer probably had gotten rid of it after the kids played too many games of ding dong ditch, and nobody came out here now—so she knocked instead.

No answer. She knocked again, louder, calling out, "Hello? Anybody home?" From somewhere deep inside the house, there was a bark. Although it was deep and rumbling, it wasn't the bark of a dog one should beware of. It was not ferocious or angry, only rather annoyed, like that of a dog that had been wakened up from a nap.

Alba reached for the door handle. It turned with some protest. She pushed the door open and stepped into a cool, dark front hall. Something crunched under her foot, and Alba looked down to find more dead leaves strewn across a hardwood floor that hadn't been swept in God knew how long. A door on her left was ajar, showing what looked like a living room overlooking the oak-lined drive. Next to this door was a staircase, its top disappearing into the dimness of the second floor. On the top of the stairs were some strange, pale shapes that looked like logs or a rolled-up carpet that somebody forgot to put away. Sunlight from the open door behind Alba couldn't penetrate the gloom, and thoughts of snakes and gators swirled around her head, making her hesitant to step beyond the little patch of light.

"Hello?" she called out again, her voice lost in the profound stillness of the house. "I'm from the bakery. Is there anybody here?"

There was that bark again, more excited than annoyed this time. In the hallway beyond the staircase, a huge shape emerged, silhouetted against the darkness. It was a dog, she could see that. The biggest dog she'd ever seen.

Alba stood rooted to the spot. She only had the presence of mind not to scream. Screaming would only agitate it further.  

The shape came into view. It was a great boarhound, so dark and glossy that it appeared little more than patches of shininess in the dark. It stalked toward her on paws as big as dinner plates, eyes glinting, nose sniffing, tail lifted in alert.

Then, slowly, that tail moved side to side.

Alba couldn't believe her eyes.

The huge dog was wagging his tail. He'd stopped by the bottom of the staircase, seemingly trying to make up his mind about her, but clearly he didn't see her as a threat.

"Here, boy," Alba said shakily, reaching out a hand.

The dog ran to her and almost bowled her over in his eagerness to sniff the bread basket she was carrying. She tried to lift the basket out of reach, but it was quite difficult—when stood on his hind legs, the dog could easily reach her shoulders. "Down, boy," she said. The dog sat and looked up expectantly at her with his liquid black eyes. Alba gave him her hand. He licked it. "Oh, you're just a big softy, aren't you?" she said, laughing in relief and kneeling to rub his ears.

"He's an idiot," said a voice above her.

Startled, Alba looked up. What she'd thought was a roll-up carpet turned out to be a leg encased in khaki pants, and the logs were the arms. A person was lying on the top of the staircase.

"Who are you?" he said. She couldn't see his face, but she could hear the scowl in his voice.

"Alba Reyes," she replied. "I'm from La Perla del Sur."

"La what?"

"The bakery. I'm Mauricio Reyes' daughter. We rent your store in Cypress Grove?"

There was a groan, and the shapes moved. The man was sitting up. The dog gave a little woof and bounded up the stairs to join him. Alba involuntarily craned her neck, trying to get a better look. His face was still half-hidden in the gloom, and in the light shining through the window at the landing, she could just make out a shock of sandy brown curls and a pair of dark, dark eyes. There was no sign of those disfiguring injuries that she could see.

As those eyes met hers, fragments of memories flitted through her mind—a pair of brown eyes, schoolyard noises, the sudden, bright pain of a split lip, and a voice, asking, Where did you learn to punch like that?

Before she could grasp it, the memory was gone, like the reflection on the surface of a pond being broken up by a pebble. The eyes on the top of the stairs were scowling at her again.

"Good morning," she said uncertainly.    

***

Derwin Grunauer was not having a good morning.

He'd woken at five, as usual. Even though he could now sleep in as late as he wanted, the habit developed after eight years of boarding school and three years in the army was hard to shake. He hadn't gotten up though. What would be the point? He had nowhere to be, nobody to see, nothing to do.

But Otto, who seemed to have a sixth sense of when his master was awake, had scratched at the door and whined, demanding to be let out, so Derwin had reluctantly gone downstairs, opened the door, and gave the dog his breakfast. For himself, he hadn't wanted any. His pantry had been empty since the day before, but he loathed picking up the phone to call the grocer. He knew he had to, eventually. Either that or starve to death, and Derwin didn't think he was brave enough or desperate enough for that. And so he'd made himself a cup of coffee with the dregs left in the pot and gone upstairs to mentally prepare himself, otherwise he would start panicking and stammering on the phone like an idiot.

Then his treacherous leg had tripped at the top of the stairs, making the cane fly out of his hand and sending him sprawling face-first across the steps. The fall hadn't hurt that bad—he'd been climbing as fast as his leg allowed, which was not very fast at all—but it had drained him of whatever energy he had, and left him angry and despondent. Angry at himself, at his throbbing leg, at the world in general. And despondent at life. He'd turned over and remained there, ignoring Otto's attempts to pull him to his feet. There was no point in getting up. There was no point to anything. He wished he could have stayed there until he melted in the heat and dissolved into the floor. Eventually, Otto had given up and returned to the kitchen to clean up the remnants of his breakfast.

He hadn't heard the knocks.

It was the smells that hit him first. The heavenly, warm, yeasty smell of freshly baked bread, the rich, savory smell of fried ham, and the buttery, sugary smell of pastries. His stomach growled.

Great. He was so hungry that he'd started hallucinating.

Then he heard the voice. Olfactory and audio hallucinations might be a bit much, so he cracked open an eye and looked for the source of the sound.

Somebody was standing in the front hall. No, not just somebody. A young woman. Wearing a sleeveless blouse and a sensible pair of slacks and sandals, with strands of her dark hair falling out of her headscarf. Sunlight was streaming in through the open door behind her, framing her like a halo as she looked up at him, her mouth falling open in surprise. She was too far away for him to make out the color of her eyes, but he could see that they were light and bright, fixed on him with none of the suspicion and hostility he was used to from other people, only curiosity.

Otto was licking her hand too. Traitor.

Still, Derwin refused to let himself be taken in. A lack of animosity didn't necessarily mean kindness. When he came home last year, after several months in St. Mary's Hospital in Portsmouth and a longer stint at the VA Hospital up in Bay Pines, where they'd tried and failed to get his leg back to working conditions, Derwin hadn't expected much. His father was gone, killed by the strain and loneliness of the war, and they had never been popular in town to begin with. He'd only hoped to settle down and have a quiet life. Yet somehow, what he found was even less than what he'd expected. People turned their backs on him in stores and restaurants, whispering to each other and pulling their children close wherever he went past, calling him Kraut and Jerry and worse. All because he had the misfortune of bearing a German name.

This young woman, whoever she was, probably hadn't heard much about him. The moment she did, she would turn and run, like all the others. And when she said she was renting the old store in Cypress Grove, it fell into place. She was his tenant. No wonder she was friendly. She couldn't afford not to.

"My father asked me to bring you some bread," she was saying.

Derwin's stomach growled again, so loudly that he was sure the young woman heard it from all the way at the bottom of the stairs. He grimaced, mortified.

The bakery... yes, he remembered now. In the past few months, he'd been finding bread and pastries outside his front door with a note saying "Compliments of La Perla del Sur Bakery". He'd been wary, but then he'd come across the name on his monthly bank statements and realized they were just trying to be nice to their landlord. The bread was good, and the pastries were phenomenal. Plus, it saved him from having to go to the store. They had tried knocking at first, and when he never answered them, they just left everything on the porch, like a silent offering to some faceless deity. Once, he hadn't found it until days afterward, when the bread had gone soggy in the humidity and the pastries stale. He'd eaten them anyway.

His love for pastries didn't stop him from feeling annoyed with this young woman for invading his space, however.

"Are you OK?" she asked after a while, when he didn't say anything or make any move. "Do you need help getting up?"

He grunted a refusal.

"Should I bring these into the kitchen for you?" she continued, lifting a wicker basket to show him. The mouthwatering smell intensified.

"No need," he mumbled. "Just set them down there."

"Where?" The woman looked around the front hall. There was no place to put anything, except for a side table piled high with mail that Derwin couldn't bring himself to open.

"Anywhere."

"Your dog may get into them."

"I don't care."

"I'm going to put them in the kitchen," she said in a voice that invited no further argument, and before he could stop her, she was walking briskly down the corridor. She tossed a piece of pastry to Otto, and he immediately followed her, tail wagging. Traitor.

Grumbling under his breath, Derwin pulled himself up by the banister and limped his way downstairs. If he didn't catch her in time, this woman may go through the entire house, and he couldn't have that.

He stumbled off the last step and almost ran straight into the woman, who was coming back from the kitchen.

"Sorry!" she exclaimed, catching his arms and helping him stand up straight.

Their eyes met, and Derwin found his breath caught in his throat for a moment. He'd been right—her eyes were light, bright green, gleaming like a forest pool in the shade, where the leafy canopy above is reflected in the quiet depth of the water.

Those eyes flicked briefly to the scar on his left cheek, before turning away, not out of disgust as Derwin had expected, but rather of embarrassment. She took a step back and let go of his arms.

"I've put the bread in your bread box," she said (I have a bread box? though Derwin). "I'm not sure when you want the pastries, so I've put them in your fridge. Heat them in the oven before you eat them, they'll taste better. The guava pastries will go great with some coffee."

That was probably the most anybody had ever said to him in over a year. Derwin stared at the young woman, not knowing what to say. She gave him a smile—quick and uncertain, but a smile nonetheless—and walked out with that same brisk, graceful stride, still followed by Otto, who was gazing at her adoringly.

"Otto, stay," Derwin said sternly when the dog looked like he wanted to follow the woman out the door. Otto reluctantly obeyed.

"Oh and, don't set the oven higher than two hundred degrees when you warm the pastries, or they'll get burned," the woman said over her shoulder, before closing the door behind her. A moment later, Derwin heard her bike rattling down the drive.

He glanced at Otto, who met his eyes with a wistful, reproachful look. "Don't look at me like that," Derwin said. "I didn't chase her off."

Leaving Otto in the front hall to whine and watch the figure on the bike disappear behind the oaks, Derwin limped into the kitchen to retrieve the pastries. She was right; they tasted much better warm, though he wouldn't offend them by pairing them with his dishwater coffee. Otto soon gave up his vigil and came into the kitchen as well, looking inconsolable. Derwin took pity on the dog and shared the ham croquettes with him.

"Just because she gave you pastries doesn't mean that she's your friend," he told the dog.

Otto always fell in love with anyone who showed him the smallest bit of attention. It was a terrible habit.

Chapter 2

So here's the Grunauer fic that I promised! It's my longest to date (82k, 20 chapters plus an epilogue), so I'm going to post it twice a week. If you want to be tagged when I update it, let me know, or you can just check back here every Tuesday and Saturday!

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Legacy - Chapter 31 - Feelings

Pairing: Fernando Alonso / OFC (Original Character)

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Summary of the chapter: Olivia and Fernando are resuming their life together in Monte Carlo, but the welcome isn’t what they had hoped for. Fernando struggles with people’s comments and attitudes and, encouraged by his therapist, finds an unexpected way to speak to his wife.

Summary of the fanfic: Fernando Alonso has been married for over fifteen years with his beloved Olivia. Now in 2025 he is ready for a new season in Formula 1 and, this year too, he will have his family by his side. His daughter Amanda will start her career in Formula 3 and, while her adventure has just begun, her father's is coming to an end, and Fernando will have to deal with changes and the passage of time. His relationship with his wife will go through a lot of challanges and crisis but will they be able to work everything out in the end?

Warnings and Notes:  This is my first work in English, be kind. Of course, I don't know any of the characters in this story, I'm just a fan with too many ideas in her head who needed to put them down in a story.However, the original characters are my own creation!I imagined Olivia as Candice Swanepoel, Amanda as a young Amanda Bynes and Veronica as a young Camila Mendes. Alice, Lewis' girlfriend is Irina Shayk.

End of July 2026 – Monte Carlo

Fernando had finished getting dressed and came downstairs to the living room, where the girls had invited a few friends over for the evening. 

“Hey Fernando,” Ollie and Kimi greeted him as they had already taken over the couch and were browsing Netflix’s movie catalog. 

“Hey guys,” he replied, heading to the kitchen to get something to drink. 

“Wow, looking sharp,” Amanda said, seeing him as she poured popcorn into a bowl and he stole a couple from her. 

“Penguin suit night, but don’t tell your mom, she actually enjoys these things,” he joked, adjusting his shirt while his daughter burst out laughing. 

“Okay, I’m ready,” Olivia called, coming down the stairs into the kitchen in her green evening dress, with her hair up. 

“Dude, your mother-in-law…” Ollie whispered, eyeing her from the living room, while Kimi nodded in agreement. 

“Are you seriously checking out my mom?” Veronica asked, glaring at them. 

“No,” they both answered quickly, snapping their eyes back to the screen. 

“Ready?” Olivia asked her husband. 

“Ready, and you look stunning, amor,” he said, kissing her shoulder. “See you later, kids,” he added, receiving a chorus of goodbyes from the crew lounging in the living room as he and Olivia headed to the garage and got into one of Fernando’s Aston Martins. 

The club hosting the dinner was just under fifteen minutes away. They arrived, handed the car to the valet, and entered the hall. 

“I know these dinners are torture for you, but I work with these people, and ever since I left the FIA, I need to lean on them more,” Olivia laughed. 

“I’ll survive. If I get bored, I’ll just look at how that dress fits you and think about taking it off later,” he replied casually. 

“Idiot,” she laughed. 

The room was packed. They had just walked in when someone called out to Olivia. 

“Olivia, darling, you’re here!” said a tall, elegant man approaching her and hugging her. “My God, look at you, you’re stunning.” 

Adam, the club president, had spotted her immediately the moment she walked in. What he hadn’t noticed until that second was the man by her side. 

“Fernando?” he said, surprised. “Hi… I wasn’t expecting to see you here at all.” 

“Yeah, I figured,” Fernando muttered under his breath. 

“You two… Oh wow, I thought you were completely out of the picture,” Adam said to the driver, letting a strange and awkward silence hang between them. 

“I’m not,” Fernando replied with no irritation, just a flat, mildly annoyed tone. 

“He’s not,” Olivia added, linking her arm with her husband’s. “I’m pretty sure I told you that Fer and I got back together at the end of last year.” 

“Must’ve slipped past me, Liv,” Adam laughed. “Can I steal your wife for a bit? She’s the one who organized all this, and I absolutely need her.” 

“I think Fer can come with us, no?” Olivia offered. 

“I’ll grab a drink, amor. I’m sure it won’t take long,” Fernando jumped in, pulling her close and kissing her cheek. “Besides, if I come with you, I might punch him,” he added under his breath, making her smile. 

Olivia walked off with Adam, who was talking her ear off. Fer watched them for a moment and then headed toward the bar, ordering two glasses of champagne. 

“Fernando?” a voice made him turn. Michaela, one of the club regulars, was approaching him. 

“You’re here with Liv?” she asked, surprised. 

“Hi, Mik. Yeah, I’m here with my wife. Shocking, I know,” he said with a forced smile. 

“Well, we all saw the news that you got back together, but we figured it was… more for show than real,” the woman commented. 

“More for show than real?” he asked, confused. 

“Well, as a couple you two work better publicly than separately, right? The helmet thing, the interviews… very social,” she laughed, picking up her own drink. 

“No, nothing ‘social’ about it. My wife and I are just together. That’s it,” he replied. 

He was already fed up. He knew the evening would be boring, but he hadn’t expected an inquisition about his marriage. Before the night ended, he was probably going to tell someone off, at best. 

“You’ve broken so many hearts saying that,” she laughed. “There were plenty of people hoping you’d show up solo… and just as many waiting for Liv,” she added playfully, not realizing how out of line she was. 

He didn’t even know how to respond. He’d forgotten how stupid some people could be. 

“Excuse me, I need to find Liv. Nice seeing you,” he said, grabbing the two glasses and walking away from the crowd.

He finally found a slightly more secluded spot and, in the distance, saw Olivia speaking with a group of people. She was smiling, Adam beside her talking like he owned the world, as always, placing his hand on her back far too often, while she subtly shifted away each time, maintaining a politeness that, in Fernando’s opinion, was far too generous.

He had promised himself he wouldn’t make a scene, and he wouldn’t. But that guy was an asshole.

“I saw Alonso,” came a voice from the terrace above him, loud and clear. Fernando immediately recognized his name.

“He’s here with his wife, apparently playing the happy couple again,” a woman laughed. “She’s wearing one of those rings he must’ve used to buy her forgiveness,” she added. “With that, the helmet stunt for their anniversary… and I heard he bought her a boat too…” the women above him laughed again.

“Well, buying forgiveness is the easiest thing in the world, right?” another chimed in. “She came alone all last year, I would’ve been so ashamed. We all knew he’d left her for someone else and now they’re back together? I wouldn’t have had the guts,” she continued. “You look like a fool for a year and then you show up with him again?”

“Well, getting back with Fernando Alonso does have its perks, doesn’t it?” another voice added. “Anyway, Adam said she played the saint, stayed faithful to her husband during the crisis, total lie. He asked her out a million times. She could’ve had fun, anyone would’ve said yes if she’d wanted to.”

“He had fun for both of them,” one of the other women cackled.

He couldn’t stand it. Who did they think they were to say things like that? To talk about him and his wife that way?

He looked back at Olivia, still talking with those people, and suddenly something hit him. He had believed he was in control, the one who made the decisions, even if wrong. That he had taken charge of his career.

But the truth was something else: he had just been lucky.

Lucky that she had been patient, lucky that she hadn’t found someone else, lucky that he hadn’t destroyed what they had for good.

Maybe for the first time, he realized she could have fallen in love with someone else during the months he was gone. She could have chosen someone better, and then he would’ve been alone, truly alone, without that tiny hope he’d always assumed would still be there: the chance to win her back.

He got up abruptly and walked toward her, reaching the group.

“Hey, amor…” she said when she saw him coming closer.

“This is turning into a long conversation,” he smiled, pulling her into a hug.

“Here he comes to reclaim our Liv,” Adam joked, making everyone around them laugh. Fernando had to suppress the very real urge to punch him in the face.

“Well, we treated her well while you were gone, promise,” Adam chuckled again.

“That’s enough,” Olivia snapped, glaring at him. “You know, Adam, I don’t think there’s any need to remind everyone every two minutes that I was here alone. Trust me, they all remember perfectly well,” she said, her voice rising.

“Oh God, Liv, sweetheart, I didn’t mean…”

“…if you didn’t mean to, then maybe just stop,” she cut him off, taking Fernando’s hand. “If you’ll excuse us,” she said, walking away from the group.

“I’m sorry…” she said after a while. “…I didn’t think it would go like this,” she admitted.

“It doesn’t matter,” he said. “Can we go home?” he asked, and she nodded.

The ride back was quiet, both of them lost in their thoughts.

When they got home, they saw the kids had moved to the pool house. They went upstairs to their bedroom, and Liv sat on the bed, watching Fernando undress in front of the mirror.

“They’re vipers,” she said.

He shrugged. “It was work. They’re not friends,” he replied. “But I heard too much tonight. I don’t need people poking around in our lives like that,” he added, walking into the bathroom.

“Fer…” she called, and he appeared in the doorway, his shirt unbuttoned, eyes tired.

“I took for granted that you’d always be there waiting for me,” he said out of nowhere. “That I could walk away from Silverstone whenever I wanted and you’d still be here. But tonight, I realized that any guy with half a brain would’ve had every reason to go after you while you were alone,” he continued, staring at her.

“But I was here, and I still am,” she replied without moving.

“Yeah, but only because I’m a lucky idiot,” he smiled as she got up and stood in front of him, gently touching his chest.

“You’re my idiot,” she teased, and he laughed, pulling her close and kissing her with one of those kisses that made her lose her mind every single time, already tugging at the zipper of her dress.

“Amor… there are ten teenagers in the pool house,” she protested playfully.

“Mmh… mh…” he mumbled, finally lowering the zipper. “We’ll just avoid doing it in front of the window,” he said, kissing her neck and pushing her back toward the bed.

“At least lock the door…” she laughed, pushing him away as he got up, groaning, to lock the bedroom door. He came back after taking off his pants.

“Happy now?” he asked, lying on top of her.

“I’ll be even happier in a minute,” she joked as he began kissing her exposed skin with no intention of stopping.

-

They were lying in bed shortly after, still breathless.

“You were really inspired tonight, Alonso…” Olivia said, snuggling into him, making him laugh.

He didn’t answer right away, just kissed her and looked at her. “You were irresistible tonight, what can I say,” he whispered.

Liv knew something was still bothering Fernando, but this wasn’t the time to talk about it.

“Wanna go steal some ice cream from the kids?” she asked playfully.

“Yeah, but we’ll have to get dressed…” he said reluctantly.

“Yeah, I’d rather not go downstairs naked this time,” she teased, getting up and heading to the bathroom to freshen up, pulling on sweatpants and a tank top.

“You’re just staying like that?” she asked, leaning against the bathroom doorframe. “You look amazing, not sure I want you to get dressed again,” she joked, making him laugh.

“I want ice cream though,” he said, getting up and heading into the bathroom to clean up and throw something on.

They went downstairs. Fernando sat on one of the kitchen stools while Olivia opened the freezer. “They’ve got so much ice cream…” she laughed, grabbing two tubs and two spoons.

“Do you remember when I was pregnant with Veronica?” she asked after the first bite. “That ice cream from the supermarket below the apartment downtown, how much did I eat?”

Fernando burst out laughing. “It was some chemical-looking thing with a hideous color. The cashier saw me every day buying it. I think you were the only one on Earth who liked it. It was cotton candy and marshmallow flavored, ilac-colored and disgusting,” he said.

“You know what I also remember?” Fernando laughed. “That time they were out of it and you started crying at the checkout…” he teased.

Olivia hit his hand with her spoon. “Asshole, it was a tragedy, and I cried over everything… And you used to panic, especially when I cried after sex and you couldn’t figure out why,” she laughed, shaking her head.

“At first, I really didn’t understand. I didn’t think I’d suddenly become terrible in bed,” he teased. “I was terrified of becoming a dad. I felt like I couldn’t even handle you being pregnant, let alone a daughter,” he admitted.

“And yet…” Olivia smiled, “...you’ve been a wonderful father from the very first moment,” she added sweetly.

“Hey, are you two lovebirds eating ice cream?” Amanda asked, walking into the kitchen. “Our ice cream, by the way…!”

“You’ve got like twenty kilos of it, don’t be greedy,” Olivia said, still eating.

Kimi and Veronica came in to grab something too, then headed back to the pool house.

“You know your parents just had sex and are now recharging with ice cream, right?” Kimi joked to his girlfriend.

“Please, that’s something I never want to know,” she said, elbowing him.

“Oh come on, it’s obvious. They’re all relaxed, in comfy clothes just because we’re here…” he laughed.

“Stop it,” Veronica warned.

“Your parents are young, of course they do it… And often, I bet,” Kimi laughed like an idiot.

“The more you talk about my parents having sex, the less sex you’re gonna have,” she stated, staring at him.

“Message received,” he replied, sealing his lips.

* * *

Three days later – Fernando’s therapist’s office

“You mentioned a night that really… upset you, didn’t you?” the doctor asked, looking at him.

“Yes, a dinner at the club, an event organized by my wife. Ever heard of a snake pit? This was worse,” he said, shaking his head. “Aside from the awful people… I realized something over the last few months,” he sighed. “Can I be blunt?” he asked, and the therapist nodded. “I don’t know how many people I’ve met who probably wanted to sleep with my wife while we were apart, and it drives me insane,” he finally admitted. “In the paddock, outside the paddock… this thing comes up everywhere.”

There, he’d said it. It had been running through his head for days, and finally, it was out.

“It builds up inside me, this anger, this frustration, and in the end I can only take it out on myself, because I was the idiot. And a lucky idiot at that, because she didn’t end up forgetting me with someone else,” he said.

“You can’t let go of the separation?” the therapist asked.

“I did. I thought I had, completely. But it keeps coming back, whatever we do, it keeps coming back,” he admitted. “Not between me and Liv. I really think we’ve worked through it, we’re still working on it, even with couples’ therapy, but…” he paused. “People are cruel, you know? They told me they thought I was out of Liv’s life for good. And for a while, I was. What I can’t stop thinking is that she could’ve moved on, and she would’ve had every right to.”

“Would you have forgiven her?” the question came direct, catching Fernando off guard.

He looked surprised. “I don’t know… Do you know how weird it is to imagine someone else with the woman I’ve been sleeping next to since I was 23?” he asked, staring at her. “People think that after so many years, it’s just routine, but it’s not. I feel like I can’t breathe just thinking about her with someone else,” he said. “Anyway, I would’ve forgiven her. I would’ve had to, because it would’ve been my fault. So yes, I would’ve forgiven her. But luckily, I didn’t have to.” He smiled. “I realized something in the last few months of last year, I don’t think I know how to live my life alone. Olivia’s been in my life since I was 23, always. And when I was alone, I thought I was fine, that I could handle it. But in truth, I only managed because I believed she was still waiting for me at home. Now I’m realizing she was there just because she’s better than most people. She didn’t have to be and that shakes me, even after all these months.” He let it all out in one breath, finally releasing the weight he’d been carrying.

“Are you afraid she might go through a phase of confusion, like you did?” the therapist asked.

“I don’t know,” he admitted honestly. “I don’t think so. We both learned a lot from my mistakes. If it did happen, though, I wouldn’t have her calm or composure. I’d probably spend my nights kneeling outside her door, begging her to come back,” he joked, but it was more serious than he let on.

“Have you told her any of this?”

“No, just a couple of things that night, but…” he trailed off. “I don’t want to…”

“…seem insecure?” the therapist pressed, and he nodded.

“Should I?” he asked.

“What do you think she’d say?” she asked back, and Fernando sat silently, thinking.

“That she wants to spend her life with me,” he finally answered. “That she hasn’t changed her mind since that day twenty years ago. That despite everything… I’m still good enough for her,” he said. “Or at least, I hope she’d say that,” he smiled.

“And if she asked why you’re feeling insecure now, after all these months?” the therapist pushed further.

“Because I’ve realized that without her, nothing works,” he said simply. “I don’t work. My life doesn’t work. Because even if I’m a stupid, insecure idiot, with her by my side we can face anything. We’ve done it dozens of times. And I’ve thought about it, I thought I was the badass driver proving he still had what it takes, but if I had won last year without her by my side, it would’ve meant nothing,” he said sincerely. “But I better not tell her all this. I’ll mess up the words, and then she’ll just laugh and tease me…” he chuckled.

“You could write it down,” the therapist suggested.

“Me? Write?” he laughed. “Doctor, I drive cars. I’m not a poet.”

“You don’t need to write a poem,” she laughed. “Even just four sentences. But I think your wife would really appreciate hearing what you said to me today.”

“We’ll see. If my daughters find out, I’m dead. I’m already buried under a mountain of mustache memes,” he said, making the therapist laugh.

“Try, Fernando…” she smiled. “At least think about it,” she concluded, and he nodded.

-

Olivia was on the phone with a client for whom she was organizing an event in Nice. She entered her office and began jotting down notes on her laptop. Within minutes, she had written everything down and said goodbye to the client, whose bizarre requests she now had to fulfill.

She put down her pen and noticed a folded piece of paper next to her laptop. Her name was written on it in Fernando’s handwriting. She opened it, confused, and began to read:

“You’re probably wondering what got into me, leaving this letter on your desk.  I don’t know, honestly.  But I have so many things in my head I want to say to you,  and I don’t know how, that I feel like I’m going to explode, and so my therapist told me to try writing it down.  Now, you know better than anyone that the longest thing I’ve ever written was a two-line caption on Instagram, and according to Veronica, even that was poorly done.  This won’t be a poem.  I’ve realized that I took for granted that you’d always be there for me, even when I left.  And you are. You’re here.  But I shouldn’t have taken anything for granted.  And now I’m realizing how many times people probably tried to take you away from me, and failed, thank God.  I don’t even know if I deserve you.  I probably don’t.  But you’re mine.    Every day I wake up and you’re there, snoring (yes, you snore), and it’s wonderful.  And I could watch you for hours like an idiot—, ctually, lately I do, since I came home, because I keep wondering how I managed to wake up for months without you, and I never want to do that again.  You make everything work, you make me work, and you always have, even when I didn’t want anything to work.  So please, don’t ever change your mind about me, I told the doctor too,  I could never give you space the way you gave it to me, I’d be on my knees outside your door begging you to come back, And you know I would.  I know you thought a lot of things last year:  that I didn’t love you anymore,  that I wanted another life, and I know I don’t have any excuses, even though I keep saying sorry.  You stayed close to me even when it hurt, just because I needed you, and I don’t think you realize what that meant to me.  You were there even when you didn’t have to be, and now I keep wondering how you could take care of me after everything I put you through, but I’m so happy you did.  Because the truth is, if I could go back,  I would still stop that interview just to meet you.  I’d ask you out a thousand more times.  I’d chase you anywhere just to win you over.  I’d marry you all over again after less than two years, just like I did.  And I’d ask you again and again to have kids with me, To build a family.  To raise those two crazy girls we have, exactly the way they are.  I’d do it all again, Liv.  Everything in my life, except leaving you.  The doctor says that time apart helped me realize things. Maybe that’s true.  but I know I hurt you deeply.  You are the best part of me.  Te quiero, amor, please, please don’t let our daughters ever read this letter.  The teasing about the mustache is already bad enough.”

Olivia sat still and read the letter again, and again, until she couldn’t even see the words anymore through the tears welling in her eyes.

She leaned back in her chair and smiled. 

Stupid romantic.

She wiped her eyes and read the words one last time.

Fernando had always been sweet with her—but what he had written… that, she never would’ve expected.

He was working so hard on himself, on his insecurities, on his mistakes—and she knew he was doing it for them. 

She stood up and left the office, heading downstairs to the home gym. He was there, sitting on a bench, weights on the floor, a towel over his shoulders, wearing only a pair of gym shorts, an image that plenty of women would’ve killed to see, and yet he was hers. 

He had been for twenty years.  and he would keep being hers, only hers. 

She approached him silently. 

“Hey, amor…” he said, but Olivia cut him off, taking his face in her hands and kissing him, as if it were the only way she could show she had read it all.

Fer pulled her tightly into him. 

Liv pulled back just a bit after a kiss so long it had stolen her breath  “I love you…” she said, eyes glistening and smiling brightly.

“So I guess you read it…” he smiled, and she nodded, kissing him again. 

“I don’t even know what to say…” she admitted, still looking at him.

“You don’t have to say anything, I was the one who needed to say things,” he replied, stroking her back and kissing her neck, hiding his face against her. 

“Thank you,” Olivia whispered, closing her eyes. “You have no idea how much those words meant to me,” she said. “I know you love me, but reading it…” she smiled, “...you’ve officially become king of the romantics,” she laughed, and he joined her. 

“You think I’m ruining my reputation?” he teased, pulling back to look at her. 

“What reputation? You live ruled by three women…” she joked. 

“Yeah… true,” Fernando laughed. “What reputation…” he admitted, standing up and hugging her again. 

“I’ll take a shower and then I’ll take you out, okay?” he said, kissing her. “Let’s go to lunch, wherever you want.” 

“Okay,” she smiled, kissing him again. “I don’t know what I did to deserve you,” she said with a grin. 

“I think you deserve way more,” he replied. 

“Excuse me, have you seen yourself half-naked and sweaty in the gym?” she teased. “That’s exactly what I deserve,” she laughed, making him laugh too. 

“I’m at your service, Mrs. Alonso…” he joked. 

“Don’t say stuff like that at 10 a.m. when you look like this…” she said, looking at him as he suddenly picked her up in his arms, her legs wrapping around his waist. 

“Now that I think about it, you need a shower too,” he said, walking toward the stairs and heading up to their room. 

“Sounds like I do… You’re totally right,” she said, closing the door behind them.

[metaphorsofeverlong]

my honest thoughts about tmagp 1-5 (written whilst listening)

tmagp 1 - first shift

i like alice !! she seems so cool so far.

THIS is what y’all meant by martin and jon are trapped in a computer??

i guess lena is like this universes elias? i guess alice is also this universes georgie?? and sam is jon??

i have forgotten half of the characters names already

im definitely gonna forget what the OIAR is called. also, redcanary? canary in a coal mine? tcw reference?

does this episode EVER END???? jesus fuck every single time i thought it’d end it kept going

i like the intro/outro music! its a lot more threatening than tmas.

tmagp 2 - making adjustments

dracula???

wow there are.. a LOT of categories

sam is so me

gwen’s lowk mean but i understand why

yeah i DEFINITELY understand gwen

therapy!!! wooo!!!

okay so she’s.. not delusional? in court-ordered therapy?

IS THIS A STATEMENT??? DO WE HAVE OUR FIRST STATEMENT??

instagram and hashtags mentioned im ill (in a bad way) (i HATE it when hashtags are used in ANY media.. at least it's not a book!)

is it bad that i thought ink5oul was a real brand??

okay get that tattoo daria (i forgot her name twice already)

…evil tattoo? by evil artist?

ofc they’re playing dubstep

symbols you don’t recognize.. probably evil symbols or something

okay yeah that tattoo did SOMETHING to you

ink5oul is gonna come up again aren’t they?

is the painting changing her face???

okay so basically evil tattoo makes you paint evil art that changes how you look

oiar crew returns!

banger advice alice

every gwen clip makes me understand her more

luke. probably gonna come up again soon

magnus institute mentioned !!

EPISODE FINISHED!!! FINALLY

tmagp 3 - putting down roots

i’m hungry (this has nothing to do with the episode)

colin!!

why IS alice here. is this apart of her job?? (i did NOT realize collin was fixing her computer. i thought it was just like. a regular computer)

i like colin. he is very

MARTINNN!!!

i thought the read alouds were rare,, do they like automatically record or smth??

i’m not paying attention AT ALL 🔥🔥

ooh drama with collin..

“you’ve made a powerful enemy tonight 😈”

i still, unashamedly understand gwen

tmagp 4 - taking notes

oohh restricted files..

magnus.. protocol.. i think i’ve heard that somewhere!

okay sam get AWAY from the magnus protocol (heh..)

starkwall??

GWEN!!!!

ELIAS!!!

stop being such a hater gwen :(

ugh shut up jonah

“to you i leave my violin!” 🤓

“this last fortnight!” 🤓

idc about your spooky violin i hope it eats you vase style

okay so spooky violin plays spooky music without being played and made your tutor kill himself??

burnt meat from english guy who speaks german?? i don’t even care if the meat is Scary Meat youre gonna get some sort of disease

Eviler Scarier Violin that Hurts You?

“i have cut my fingertip upon the string!” 🤓

Evil Scary violin that Makes You Play Bad?

i think this is a skill issue atp.

bye bye fingers!

why are you giving Finger Cutting Violin to your nephew

flesh violin that eats anyone’s fingers. okay.

so classical grifters bone, basically.

ALICEEE

me and my girlfriend??? what the hell are alice and gwen

“ta ta gwendoline darling! ciao!”

what the hell is right

tmagp 5 - personal screening

hi lena

is colin turning into s2 jon??

lena this is INSANITY wdym

“the problem will resolve itself” lena youre just as bad as elias

“that.. is paper! it’s made from trees!”

JONNNNN

“welcome to my twisted mind 😈”

h-h-h-h-HALLOWEEN 2????

“bye !!!”

let me guess—Evil Tumblr User recommends Evil Lost Media Horror Movie that Probably Kills You

Evil Contest lets you into Evil q&a with Evil Guy

ENOUGH with the ko-fi page

livestreamm

finishing a whole bucket of popcorn before a movie starts is crazy (or maybe im just an american)..

okay so Evil Lost Media has Your Memories for Some Reason

okay damn that was a quick one

[sunnyie-eve]

41 | The Orphans

Series: Indispensable | Teen Wolf

Paring: (Stiles Stilinski x OFC Martin)

Word Count: 2.3k

Warnings: jealously

| MASTERLIST |

"Have you tried figuring out the next key like Lydia?" Isaac walks up next to Julia at her locker so she looks at him, "Sorry, Good Morning. Now have you tried?"

"Thank you, but no I haven't tried. And I doubt it's something that we can force to come to us." She tells him, "Why are you so worked up? You already know how much you're worth."

"I wanna see others. And I hate how you're worth more than me."

"Because that makes me a bigger target than you or because I'm more special than you?" She gives him a look closing her locker.

He was speechless for a few seconds then started to laugh, "The first one of course. I care about you."

"Yeah sure." She laughs at him.

"I didn't think about it, sorry." He wraps is arms around her as they walk down the hall to class, "I do care and I hope someone comes after me before you."

She stops to face him, "Can we not talk that into existence? I don't want anyone coming after any of us. The only person I don't have to worry about is Stiles, thankfully."

"He is the lucky one in the group." He says before they enter the classroom.

In class, coach was teaching about economic disparity using the differences between private school lacrosse teams and public school teams. He says Beacon Hills barely has enough money for duct tape to hold their equipment together.

"You know, Stilinski." He hits Stiles' desk with the lacrosse stick and Julia and Isaac turn around to see him looking at the murder photos. "If I could grade you on how profoundly you disturb me, you'd be A plus student." He tells him.

"Thanks Coach." Stiles says but notices something grabbing the stick annoying coach. "It's a lacrosse player." Stiles looks at Scott and Scott looks at the other two, "The killer is on the team."

After class Kira, Scott, Isaac, Julia and Stiles pull apart all the teams lacrosse sticks looking for the weapon, which Scott eventually says is pointless since most of the team plays with their own gear. Kira suggests we should get the game canceled but Scott believes it's our best chance to find the assassin will be during the game.

They all question how the list is made and updated. Stiles calls it a supernatural census and wonders who's been collecting the names. Stiles agrees with Kira that they should stop the game, but Scott says he's not afraid and Kira steps up and agrees that she isn't either so Isaac does the same.

"Well, I'm terrified. And I'm not even on the list." Stiles speaks up again, "Guys, these are professional killers. It's their profession."

"Stiles is right..." Julia looks at him, "One of them has a thermo-cut wire that cuts heads off. Who knows what else they got."

Outside when the prep school's Lacrosse team was arriving, the boys and Julia see Liam go over to the team. Julia automatically notices Brett since Lydia had her go on a double date and that was her date. They did get along but Julia wasn't in the mood to date then.

"I just wanted to say. Have a good game." Liam puts his hand out and Brett laughs at him.

He mocks him saying that he must have learned the move in anger management. Then says the team plans to break Liam in half for demolishing coach's car. Scott notices that Liam was clenching his fists so tightly that blood begins to drip from between his white knuckles.

"Oh shit." The four quickly move in and pull Liam back, "Woah, woah."

"Hey what's going on prep students." Stiles says making Julia give him a look. "Welcome to our little public high school. How you doing?" Stiles asks then looks at Julia for help, "Stiles and Julia. That's a firm handshake you got there." Stiles goes on while Brett notices Julia. "Uh, we're very excited for the scrimmage tonight. Uh, let's keep it clean, all right. No rough stuff out there. Alright see ya on the field." Stiles continues.

"Will you just go?" She turns him away, "Go."

"Yeah, go." Stiles tells the other three so they all leave but Brett calls Julia back.

"Can't talk right now, sorry." She waves with her back facing him.

In the locker room, Scott and Isaac hold Liam in the showers trying to calm him down. Scott tries to convince Liam to sit out the game but he refuses. Liam says he can stay in control, especially if Scott is there. They then explain that there is an added danger with the assassin on their team. Liam realizes that, while he doesn't know who ordered the keg from Demarco, he knows Garrett paid for it.

"How did Brett know your name?" Liam looks over at Julia.

"How did he?" Isaac looks at her as well so Stiles and Scott do the same as well.

"During the summer when Lydia was seeing guys, he was one of my dates on a double date one. We hit it off but I wasn't in the mood for dating so I never reached back after some time." She explains and sees how Scoot and Isaac were looking at her, "It's not important where it is placed. Shit didn't matter and you have a girlfriend now." She adds before leaving them.

"What?" Liam asks lost.

"Last summer Julia had a little thing with Isaac and Scott. But it was nothing and just kissing. Last year they had a little bicker about when did she kiss the other but that's no longer a thing." Stiles explains.

"Never you two?" Liam asks slightly confused since he's seen how he's looked at Julia when no one was paying attention.

"They had a little thing too but that's no longer a thing either." Isaac speaks before Stiles, "Stuff happened and now he has a girlfriend."

"Yeah," Stiles agrees.

"So each of you only have kissed her and you all are okay?"

"Well," Stiles moves his head side to side, "We're all okay and still close friends."

Liam gives him a look, "You are one nosy kid, kid. To get it out of the way. She's made out with Scott once and with me a good amount of times and she's slept with Stiles and I once. There you go." Isaac leaves the locker room.

"Wow, Malia was right." Stiles's jaw was dropped, "Did you know?" He looks at Scott.

"No, and I don't care about who she does things with. I'm her friend and that's not my place." Scott says so Stiles leaves as well.

"He still has feelings for her?" Liam looks at Scoot.

"I don't want to get involved. And their whole thing is not my place to talk about. Last year things happened. They just to be super close then a thing happened tearing them apart. They just started getting close again." Scott lets him know.

Before the scrimmage stops, Liam and Julia chat for a bit getting to know each other. She explains what she was a bit more to him and tells him, he's lucky with Scott and can trust him. She even says how she became friends with the two.

"So if you weren't what you are, you wouldn't be friends with Scoot and Stiles?" He asks her.

"Who knows at this point. I mean, Lydia would still and I don't know if I would get dragged into it. But I wouldn't have it any other way."

"Scott mentioned you and Stiles used to be closer. What happened if you don't mind me asking?" He asks wanting to know and for her to trust him. She didn't seem that bad and he thought she was sweet from what he's seen.

"Oh, umm..."

"You don't have to tell me." He tells her.

"Maybe someday I can tell you more about what happened. I just hate talking about it and so does Stiles. But umm, to sum it up it was something that happened when he was possessed and he still hates himself. He kidnapped me a few times as well, and Void, who possessed him, scared me a lot because I was looking at my best friend but it wasn't my best friend. So when Stiles was normal again he distanced himself remembering everything he did to me."

"But you both knew it wasn't really him." He tells her.

"Yeah, but Stiles couldn't stand to look at me remembering everything. Luckily we are moving on from that and getting close again." She tells him as Isaac goes up to them.

"You know, when you aren't paying attention, that Brett guy, he looks over here at you." He tells her and his tone makes her laugh at him.

"You're jealous." She smiles looking at him.

"What? Me jealous? No. That's a Stiles thing."

"That's a y'all's thing now apparently." She laughs more, "Why are you jealous anyways? I haven't talked to Brett in like so many months and like a year."

Isaac looks over seeing Brett look over at them, "I don't know. I just don't like it." He makes a face so she pats his chest.

"You have no reason so get over it." She leaves him going to sit on the bench.

"I'm so confused. So are you two together right now?" Liam asks Isaac, who was still standing with him.

"No but kinda... I don't know either kid." Isaac leaves him walking away from the team a bit to clear his mind.

As Julia messes with her lacrosse stick Stiles notices something that catches his eye causing him to smile. She had on her 24 necklace he got for her birthday. Out of the corner of her eye she could see him looking at him so she looked at him.

"What?"

"Huh?" He shakes his head.

"You're smiling at me." She laughs at him.

"Oh, I noticed you have your necklace on again." He points out.

"Again?" She looks at him, "I haven't taken it off since you gave it to me." She lets him know.

"Really? Not even after our little fallout for a bit?" He asks surprised so she chuckles a bit.

"Stiles, honestly, I don't think I'll ever take it off. It means too much to me." She tells him before going back to what she was doing.

Scott ends up trying to use his influence as the team captain to get Coach to sit Liam out for the game. He laughs in his face while Brett, tries to whip a ball at Liam's head with a think fast but Liam snatches it out of the air with zero effort. And that right there makes Coach say Liam is playing.

While Devenford scores early and often, Julia sees Kira was watching Garrett while Scott kept an eye on Liam. The Devenford players continue to come after Liam who has to be restrained from going back after them.

Stiles takes possession and whips the ball down field to Kira. She runs full tilt toward the goal, evading all defenders, and flings it in for a score. That makes Coach angry and calls her over to explain that the scrimmage game is all about teamwork and Kira should have passed the ball. He ends up benching her for the rest of the game so she takes a seat next to Julia.

Julia hisses as Brett runs into Liam and flips him, breaking his arm. Brett is taken off the field. At the same time, Julia's phone goes off getting a text from Lydia saying she broke the neck key with Erica's name and Brett's name was on the list.

"That Lydia?" Stiles walks up to her.

"Yep, and she got the next key and Brett is on the list." She gets up and they go to tell Scott, who was with Liam and Kira.

Scott takes off to the locker rooms while the others stand around, "Where's Isaac?" Kira asks the group.

"Before the game started I saw him walk away from the field." Liam speaks.

Julia panics a bit pulling her phone out to text him and he responds back saying he didn't feel like playing and went home. Stiles could tell she was getting pissed that Isaac just up and left the school. She was mad because she got worried something happened to him and that he left when they clearly were supposed to look after killers.

Scott ends up stopping Violet from killing Brett and has Stiles call his dad then has him take Brett to Deaton so Julia goes to help as well with Derek.

On the exam table Animal Clinic, Brett was convulsing and spewing yellow foam from his mouth. Deaton explains about the Wolfsbane poisoning and tells Stiles, Julia, and Derek they must hold him very still. He needed to make an incision in his chest and if they don't hold him still he could die.

"Hey, Derek, how about a little werewolf strength?" Stiles looks at him struggling.

"Yeah, I'm not the only one here with werewolf strength."

Just as Deaton begins to cut, Brett breaks free and the four stumble back as he rushes toward the exit. Only to be punched into unconsciousness by Peter who cracks that he guess he still have a little werewolf strength himself.

"Doc, he's not breathing." Julia tells Deaton as she bends down by Brett's side.

Deaton pushes the scalpel deep into Brett's breast bone and slices down causing him to gasp as thick yellow smoke flows up from the open wound and dissipates. Brett starts to whisper something making Stiles ask what he's saying.

"Three things cannot long be hidden: the sun, the moon, and the truth. It's Buddhist." Julia explain to him making Peter say Satomi.

They all get Brett back onto the table and Stiles sees the small scratches on Julia's arm so he gets something to wrap it up. She thanks him, not even noticing. "You okay? You hit your head a little hard on that stumble." She asks him as they walk to his jeep.

"I'm okay. Thanks for asking."

[crossnamara]

episode fifteennnnn — i hate caves i hate caves i hateee caves. i'm not claustrophobic it's specifically caves. ughhh. — cave diving..... there doesn't even need to be any paranormal stuff happening this is already terrifying enough — okay this is the one that like. actually got me scared oof — i wonder what happened in the cave.. honestly just sounds like there's something wrong with laura's head. i mean, she didn't even get the permit, contrary to what she claims, so whatever happened must have started outside the cave, which just leads me to believe she had some sort of. malady of the mind. i don't believe for a second something else could've happened. (i know i'm definitely wrong cause this is the. supernatural horror podcast. but. yeahhh no i don't buy it, miss popham.)

okay so uh. i opened the transcript of the next ep and looked at the cw and it looks like it was specifically designed to torture me (worms. maggots. spiders. infestation. no thanks i'd like to be able to sleep tonight ���) so i don't think it's a good idea for me to listen to it. i might skim read the transcript later,,, if you could maybe. give me a brief synopsis that would be really helpful /nf

i vividly remember listening to that one in the corner of my math class and shaking. good times<33 honestly i kinda dont know wtf happened with ehr

yeah ofc!!!!!! though i think there arent really any worms and maggots in this one? but they are. brought up a lot in season 1. i think the biggest warnings for those besides six are 22, 26, and 32. oh also 39 and kinda 40 but those arent statements. basically. guy is haunted by a ghost spider and then his body is found covered in webs. ill give a more detailed description under the cut in case you actually want to look over any of it, bc jonnys writing is so much better than my tired ramblings. but completely up to you<333

so this guy, he has a fear of spiders. can look at them fine, but cant stand to be near one. he got an apartment and a cat to hunt the spiders. and things were okay for a while, but then this giant spider showed up one day in his kitchen. what he normally did was leave the cat (major tom) in the room with the spider and leave, and this time was no different. after about an hour when he went to check on it, the spider was still there. so he .stood there for like an hour then threw a mug of cold coffee at it. but the spider was definitely dead

about a week later it showed up again, on his tv. the same spider. he called for major tom but he didnt repond. he kicked the tv. completely destroyed it but it got rid of the spider.

he stopped going to work. two weeks later its above his bed. and thats where he recognized it. the source of his phobia.

he accidently broke up a spider egg sack as a child, and killed the spider that laid them. the baby spiders got everywhere, but the spider was the exact same one that had been tormenting him

but. major tom moved in with the neighbors. hes okay

now post statement bc its realllyyyyyyyyy important its very important

his body was found completely covered in webs, and “foreign organic material” blocking his throat

jon sent martin to go investigate the apartment

[ur-fav-slushy]

!boyfriendhamzah headcannons

just some thoughts i have about hamzah if he was your fine shyt🤪

•hamzah drives. license or not he is your CHAUFFEUR. he likes to pretend to complain when you ask him to pick you up from work(like boy do your job!) but ofc he’s sitting there right when he needs to be because even tho he is CHRONICALLY LATE to everything he loves seeing your smiley face when you see his car.

“thought you said you weren’t gonna pick me up today?” you tease him while putting your seatbelt on. “i don’t recall ever saying that.” “you said it right after i told you i didn’t have time to shower with you this morning.” “nah i think that must’ve been your other boyfriend.”

•pda isn’t really his thing but when yall are alone? trust his hands are glued to some part of your body. elevator rides = drive by make out sessions like AS SOON as any door closes and yall are left to yourselves his face is an inch away from yours.

you both enter the elevator of your apartment building while talking about your days to each other. “-and then he didn’t even say thank you?! like who the hell shit in his cereal, anyways i jus-” just as the doors close hamzah puts his hand on your face and leans in to mold your lips against his. the kiss progresses further while you move between floors to the point where your both gripping on to each other when suddenly: ding! he pulls away when the doors open and just starts strolling away to his car. mf doesn’t even let you finish your story.

•he says he’s not jealous of the attention you give red and blue but as soon as he sees you chilling with red in your lap on the couch he’s gettting all up in your space wanting to know where his hug at🙄🙄

“what are you watching?” he asks from the kitchen while you sit on his couch with red purring against your hand as you pet him. “love on the spectrum! are you gonna come watch with us?” “us?” he asks as he rounds the corner and sees exactly who else your talking about. “red. go find blue.” he tries to shoo red when you stop him “no. he can sit here with us.” “he can sit next to us.” he reaches for red AGAIN when you swat him away and tell him he’s jealous to which he denies the claim and pouts as he sits next to you.

…somehow throughout watching the episode you guys end up with you spooning him as he cuddles red.(i am firm believer in big boys getting their fair share of little spoon time😤)

•he gets SO distracted when you come to the office, especially when it’s time for him record a podcast or some other form of content. in the podcast videos if you’re really paying attention enough you can see him look off to the same direction over and over again that the fans are starting to suspect he might be looking at SOMEONE instead of just something.

you can overhear martin telling a really funny story from where your sitting and when you look up from your phone to see what hamzahs reaction was to the story you find him already staring in your direction. you lock eyes and he smiles, you gesture for him to listen to martin and hamzah brings his focus back to the podcast but he can’t help but think about how gorgeous you look just sitting all pretty. just for him.

thank you for reading! this was my first time writing for hamzah and if you like what you read PLZ LET ME KNOW BECAUSE I HAVE SO MANY MORE HEADCANNONS FOR HIM!!!! ANYWAYS LOVE YOU FELLOW SLUSHIES MWAH😚💋

[arsenalgbt]

Have not figured out the full details yet but I am thinking about Kai being something like twenty four with a three year old toddler, Jurrien's the father. They get on really well and have a healthy co-parenting dynamic, on the outside looking in - you would almost wonder why they are not still together? Kai feels so much older than twenty four. His toddler has far more energy than him even if he only sleeps a few hours a night (Kai wonders if the back and forth between his place and Jurrien's place causes their baby stress even though they both stick to the same routine). Martin is his best friend, they were pregnant at the same time and Martin is currently engaged to Aaron. They attend the same mommy and me group, have lunches every week and arrange playdates between their toddlers. Martin is the one who convinces Kai to try have some fun on the nights that Jurrien has their son and Kai downloads a dating app. He's much more suave when he is texting and within an hour of matching with Declan, he's on his knees sucking Declan's cock. They start hooking up but always at Declan's place - Kai didn't mean to develop any feelings or anything so he had just lied to Declan and said that he had loads of roommates. Declan who is a little older like twenty eight or something thinks that makes sense. They're good together, they're having fun. Declan likes Kai a lot. He likes kissing Kai all over especially his stomach where Kai has an interesting scar that Declan is curious about, he works up the courage to ask one night and Kai shakingly tells him that he had a c-section, that he has a son. Declan is cool with it, he pulls out his phone to show Kai pictures of him with Kieran and Leo's kids and with Ben and Willo's new baby when he realises Kai doesn't believe him when he says he loves kids. Kai is panicked because he didn't want to really date as a parent and bring someone into his baby's life that would leave again. He and Jurrien have an unspoken agreement to simply not acknowledge the other is seeing anyone and they certainly aren't going to have anyone around their son. Of course when Declan's at the park with Kt and Leo's kids because their parents needed a break, he runs into Kai and his kid and introduces himself to Kai's son as a good friend. Kai has to tell Jurrien that the guy he's kinda dating just a little bit met their son and Jurrien is annoyed as fuck. He demands to meet Declan too. There's mess and miscommunication there. Declan meets Jurrien and to Kai's horror, the two of them seem to really hit it off as friends. Jurrien gives his fucking approval as if it was something Kai needed. Kai calms down, he and Dec make it official, Kai meets Declan's friends and things are good. Declan spends the night even when Kai has his kid under the guise of being Kai's friend and Declan's so good with him. Kai cannot let go of his fears about Declan up and leaving and Declan can't shake the fears that Kai and Jurrien will get back together. They are too happy around to be ex-anythings in Dec's mind. They remind him too much of all the lovey couples he knows. Declan wants to know why they broke up but Kai is really evasive about it, it's a wound Kai's not ready to reopen - 💙🤍kt anon

already invested. I will be there. vip seat. what with being too friendly and lovey lovey with ur ex slash co-parent can do to your potential new man....................... kai sucking declan's cawk within the first hour after they matched HOT DAMN

I demand jurrien to be actually 2 years younger idc he impregnated kai when he was idk 18................. kai was 20

Declan a bit older iktr!!!!!!!! love.......... pls can u make nelli as ktrossard's son... Ethan as bennyliba's ofc... emile martindale's

why did kairrien break up tho ajksfdsjfajkjf

I also think I want reiss to be somewhere there in the middle of martindale cough (demand rly wow I'm just writing whatever)

Declan meets Jurrien and to Kai's horror, the two of them seem to really hit it off as friends. >>>>>> CRIESSS KAI WTF HAPPENED

how did you come up with such plot? what happened???? what spurned it on spill the tea!

[honora-antares]

I mentioned how I needed parseltongues on one of my fanfics during the Marauders Era and how I hyper fixated on creating a whole ass family tree in a weekend.

Like my first draft was confusing af

Three separate branches came from it because, YES, I am indeed using Ominis Gaunt as the link. Since my Fanfic is omegaverse, Ominis, Sebastian and MC all got together in a Poly-bond-relationship. Since Ominis didn't want to be part of his family, he took Sebastian's: Sallow. And ofc we don't know much of MC, in this fanfic au they are a female: Helen, who also took Sebastian's last name, they each had a child with each other.

MC & Sebastian had a son.

Sebastian & Ominis also had a son

Ominis and MC had a daughter.

Their family quickly got so big! So I had to move them away from each other to avoid inbreeding because it does happen! I mean LOOK AT ALL THESE SALLOWS!

Since I need my snake whisperers to attend Hogwarts, MC and Ominis's family line stayed in Scotland. His other descendants are in the USofA attending Ilvermorny so there's also parseltongues in America! [One of Ilver's founder was a Gaunt too!] The kids from this line are too young for the timeline, the oldest being 7-8 years old and the youngest not even born yet!

while MC & Sebastian's are in Spain attending Beauxbaton. Though there is a cousin a year or so younger, 14-15 yrs, but they're not parseltongues.

I think getting the years in which they were all born was the hardest imo because I needed the characters to be more or less the same age as Severus, Lily, the Marauders ect. So essentially a fifth year and I did it! with Martin Sallow who already made a brief appearance in Chapter 8: "The Truth" of To Take Your Name. Who has three younger siblings, one in 4th year, another who will start as a first year alongside some special ocs of mine, and another who is 8 years old. And if you look closely, there is a beloved oc of mine that is a member of this very special family!

The names on the other hand were so fun and a bit challenging too since I had to keep the countrieses in mind!

[fruitybashir]

Did Bojan talk to Martin about the whole... everything? Like I am assuming that he did because it seems like they have quite regular contact when Martin isn't busy (I interpreted it as him having only pretty recently been so busy that he doesn't pick up but maybe he hasn't really talked to Bojan on the phone since he moved so since the beginning of the fic?) so does Martin know anything? Does he know about Bojan's situation with his parents? What does he know about Kris? Did Bojan have anyone to talk about any of this like Kris had Jan?

Basically my question is just what about Martin?

OOF. coming in with the hard questions haha actually not too hard, just long so. under the cut

im gonna do my best to answer all the questions but im going in chronological order like how things happen in the holidate universe:

so from the start, martin has pretty much just left, started the fall semester in the uk or smthn idk i never went to university

and since then hes also been pretty busy. he does try his best to keep in contact with bojan, but it just often doesnt work out bc hes very ambitious with his studies and also meets new people hes being social with, so unfortunately keeping in contact with bojan and the rest falls behind a little bit at first, and then some more

of course thats not the end of their friendship or anything, but for bojan, whos been living with martin up until then and had him around at all times, thats already a pretty hard blow and that loss does contribute to his overall state of mind and struggles in this fic

martin was actually supposed to make an appearance around ch14/15 but i couldnt make the scene fit in like i wanted to so. that didnt happen :/

its not like they never talk though, just not as often as they would like. bojan does tell martin about kris, or at least he tells martin about sleeping with kris and spending lots of time with him and sleeping over, though he frames it as just them having fun etc, similar to how kris pretended in front of jan

theres also a lot of. martin having to give bojan a raincheck or cutting calls short and bojan just saying "oh yeah haha its fine, dont worry about it!" when it actually really stings and makes him feel more alone.

when bojan came out to his parents martin definitely dropped everything he had going on to be on a ten hour video call with bojan to make sure he was okay and also involved jan and jure in it, had them look after bojan etc, basically did everything he could while being half a continent away

bojan does ofc also talk to the others about things, after martin they are his best friends after all, but he never really talked to anyone about his feelings for kris bc he convinced himself that it wasnt a big deal and if he had talked to anyone about it, saying it out loud would have made it too real. as long as its just a fantasy in his head, hes safe from consequences. does that make sense? fears like that often dont, thats the thing.

and anxiety is rarely rational either. so in the week it all went down (him leaving, being distant, going home with the girl) he was just in a constant downward spiral. he knew martin would be able to help so in his mind martin was the only one that could help + he knew from the start that he was hurting kris. jan, nace and jure were also kris' friends so he was probably also scared to bring it up with them bc he was afraid they would "take kris' side" or smthn, idk, again: fear and anxiety clouds your rational thinking like you wouldnt believe

he also has his whole thing of not wanting to be a burden to anyone so when he tries calling martin over and over again and martin maybe texted back "sorry, i was busy, whats up?" bojan didnt want to make martin feel guilty for not picking up and probably just said "dont worry, nothing important" or smthn. and then when jan blew up on him and he broke down at practice and told the others what was going on etc etc etc it was most certainly jan who texted martin and told him like "its really fucking bad, can you please call him? even just a few minutes, but he needs you"

uhhhhhh i forgot where i was going with all of this. i hope its still at least somewhat coherent hskfnd if i forgot smthn just lmk