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[daydadahlias]

i felt so mean pointing that out but i didn't want you just not knowing i'm sorry

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that's the beauty of sharing a fic in real time w/ a real community bc u guys do genuinely have a say in things and I can hear you when you talk !! i listen <3

[redbullgirly]

Hi, how are you? I saw your requests are open so can you please write a social media au where charles leclerc is dating a singer similar to Taylor and Travis's relationship and just the internet reactions to it the rest is up to you, thank you 🫶🏻

sabrina carpenter as face claims if you're okay with it

HEART ON TOUR [CL16 smau]

Charles Leclerc x singer!reader

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Summary: Everybody wants to attend Y/N's world tour and that clearly includes the Ferrari star driver, Charles Leclerc. Though when at a concert, he doesn't get the chance to speak with the famous singer and ask her out, and then gets asked about it in an interview, he isn't shy to admit what his intentions were. Maybe that'll bring Y/N's attention to him... and it definitely will bring the fan's attention. Soon enough, rumors about the couple dating start running around.

Warnings: I worked on this for like 8 hours straight so it's very much possible there are some mistakes or spelling errors I didn't even notice after all that time XD.

Author's Note: Here you go Anon, hope you'll like it! I used Sabrina Carpenter as face claim because let's be honest, she has great photos for this type of social media au and is a singer as well. I made this more like a story of how Y/N and Charles started dating and the fans reaction to that and also somehow tried to replicate Taylor's and Travis' way of meeting, some events and timelines, but to match it with Formula 1 world. Thanks for the request and enjoy! :)

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yourusername It's always great to be home, even if you're on a world tour!🇺🇸 Thank you LA for having me, singing in the rain with me and creating special atmosphere I'll remember my whole life!❤️‍🔥 And now Rio de Janeiro is waiting as the next stop of my Heart On Tour!✨🎤

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user1 NO ONE looks that good in the rain except her

arianagrande perfect💋

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user2 the concert was so good y'all don't understand now I can't live without knowing I'll see her sing again 😭💔

user3 MOTHER IS MOTHERING

user4 Real angel right here 🤍

taylorswift Nothing screams girl power more than you honey!❤️‍🔥

yourusername thx sm taylor!!! you're literally my biggest inspo ever, love youu 🥰

user5 I love how they're fighting for the most successful and profitable tour ever but still support each other!

user6 omg stop it this is so sweet🥹

user7 The tabloids that constantly try to pit them against each other should be embarrassed XD

user8 STOOOOP NOT MY TWO PARENTS INTERACTING!!!

user9 taylor swift & y/n y/l/n... the best celebrity duo ever😻

user10 ur literally the people‘s pop princess

charles_leclerc Great concert!😍

user11 ARIANA WHAT R U DOING HERE

user12 lol user11 the fact that Ariana herself is under this post as well 😭

user13 not charles trying to shoot his shot with your queen

user14 Why is my fav f1 driver randomly commenting under Y/N's post?!🤠

user15 waiiittt does this mean he's been at the concert???

user16 omg NO WAYYYY🫢

user17 guys I think he was trying to flirt w her and you kinda ruined it💀

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user17 what the hell-

user18 you left a whole country speechless💗

user19 More like the whole world!!!

spotify WOW 🤩

user20 I wanna be Y/N so baaad

victoriassecret If you ever retire from singing, come and be our angel!💘

user21 so who's here just to first handedly look at charle's sus comment? admit it🤨

user22 meeee

user23 I thought I'm the only one 😭

user24 well when you put it like that user21...

user25 I wish I could repost comments on ig 😃

user26 🫢🫢

user27 Yeah me too guys

user28 honestly i'm not even ashamed🤷‍♀️

user29 Models are lucky you’re not a model

user30 FR

user31 BRASIL IS WAITING FOR YOU 🇧🇷❤️

user32 i seriously dont get the hype she has 🖕

user33 Then go away lol

user34 I can sense the formula one side of twitter is going to eat this upppp

user35 It's so funny how the crazy fan girls can get hyped over one comment... like be fr yn is a world famous singer ofc charles knows about her and can be her fan 🙄

user36 yeah plus I think she said herself she knows him too and is f1 fan bc she watched it with her dad or smth

user37 OMG they're each other's fans?!🥺 Idgaf about being crazy fan girly if it means we'll get this romance story!!!

user38 UR STYLIST DESERVES A RAISE 'CAUSE DAAAMN😘

user39 maybe i'm broke now but this concert was worth the money

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charles_leclerc Good days off. ❤️

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user1 no way a woman made it to his babygirl filter instagram feed😧

user2 it's not a woman anymore... it's THE woman

user3 Uhmm...who is that girl?? In the second picture??

user4 I have a feeling that it's Y/N Y/L/N 🤭

user4 No way oh my god?!

user5 calm down guys it isn't confirmed or anything😑

carlossainz55 You are giving everybody a headache mate

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user6 you tell him carlito!!!!!

user7 OMG look at who liked his comment😃

user8 WAKE UP NEW PHOTOS OF CHARLES DROPPED 🗣🗣

user9 ehm charlie honey... who is that???🧐

user10 Y/N Y/N Y/N Y/N Y/N Y/N Y/N Y/N Y/N Y/N Y/NNNN

user11 Manifesting in real life lmao

user12 whats hapeningggggg

user13 he isn't single anymore 💔💔

user14 but it's y/n ❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹

user15 I hope so 😔❤️‍🩹

user16 What a way to start my day

user17 i literally spat out my morning coffee

user18 this is such a random soft launch help😭

user19 You see, I know that blonde hair from somewhere... 😏

user20 DAMN

user21 sorry not sorry but that's clearly y/n in the third pic🤷‍♀️

user22 💯💯💯🥇🏆

scuderiaferrari Let's rock the next Grand Prix!❤️‍🔥

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user23 ADMIN TELL US WHAT YOU KNOW RN

user24 interesting choice of emoji that's associated with y/n and the heart on tour 🥸🥸

user23 SUS

user24 Hard smash

user25 i love that even while soft launching he can't let go of the aesthetic filter he uses for his whole ig💀

joris__trouche lol true

user25 ohhh hi joris😭

user26 Idk who she is and tbh idgaf 'cause she's hooot 🥵😩

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yourusername cruising down the street in my red car, feeling the wind whisper secrets, oh so far. 💄🎸🏎

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user1 i never knew i needed ferrari coded y/n to live till we got her 😩

yourusername me neither babes

user1 oh my god what does that meeaaannn???!!!

user2 pop princess is living the dream so happy for you and all of your success

scuderiaferrari Everybody is a Ferrari fan ❤️

yourusername ofc!!🫡

user3 Yes we are... just pls stop giving us depression

user4 ohhh the caption screams NEW SONG

user5 right?! it's giving ��lyrics✨

user6 let's pray for a release soon

user7 🙏🙏🙏

charles_leclerc Red suits you ❤️

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user8 omg

yourusername wonder why ❤️

user8 OMG

user9 i dont want to be delusional... but c'mmon they gotta be dating

user10 THIS FEEL LIKE A HISTORICAL MOMENT YALL🤭

user11 ...so we're not talking about how the gp ended (or started) for charles, right?🥲

user12 idk what you're talking about🥲

user13 formation lap? naaaah it didn't happen🥲

user14 um so like you’re actually perfect

spotify you are GLOWING 🤩

user15 mommy- sorry... mommy-sorry... MOTHER

lilymhe my girl crush strikes again

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user16 she's just like us xd

user17 I can't blame you Lily😌

user18 PLS I'M BEGGING YOU TELL US IF UR DATING CHARLES OR NOT

user19 Yall think she's real?😍

user20 congrats on dating our babygirl driver y/n!

user20 (delulu is the solulu if you're wondering)

user21 Does Charles' mom in the likes mean something??🤔

user22 i bet he talks about y/n at home 😏

user23 you two are making me too obsessed with this couple that isn't even couple and their family relationships

user22 isn't couple YET!

user24 That's the thinking I like user22 😂

user25 ICONIC❤️‍🔥

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yourusername secret's out i guess... love u with my whole heart and i'll be forever glad you went to my concert!💝

speaking of music, he's also my muse y'all so be prepared for new album coming soon 😚

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user1 AAGGHAHGDGADGASDHJGAD

user2 only acceptable reaction

user1 I DON'T EVEN KNOW IF I'M MORE EXCITED ABOUT THEM DATING OR Y/N MAKING NEW ALBUM TBH

user2 again, only acceptable reaction

charles_leclerc Proud of you mi amor!😘

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yourusername and i'm proud of you too honey 🥹🫶

user3 they're so sweet I caaaaan't

user4 FINALLY!!!! big congrats to you both

arthur_leclerc How did he even get you to date him?😆

yourusername let's say your big bro can be charming when he wants to... 😌

arthur_leclerc Okay NO NEED for details😅

yourusername xdd

user5 MY ROMAN EMPIRE

user6 everybody's roman empire im afraid😍

user7 how can you both be so damn hot?!

carlossainz55 Does this mean free tickets? 😏

yourusername we'll se about that

landonorris pls y/n

danielricciardo hiiii y/n

alex_albon think of my gf y/n

yourusername okay okay you convinced me

maxverstappen1 I bet it was Alex's comment that convinced you

yourusername ...no need to expose me like that max emilian ☹️

user8 they're the IT couple

user9 Look at how cute Charlie looks in the 5th photo🥰

user10 OMG YEEES

user11 hey am I the only one who's instagram is glitching and not working???

user12 loool Y/N and Charles broke the internet😭

user13 Yeah and they took it too literally 'cause my ig is acting weird as well 💀

user15 look at my fav couple 😻

user16 I hope she'll bring him luck in the next f1 season

scuderiaferrari Everybody is an Y/N fan ❤️

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charles_leclerc 🫡

user17 FACTS!!!

user18 mommy and daddy right there

user19 idgaf about her and Charles THE QUEEN IS WORKING ON MORE SONGS YEEEES

f1 Welcome to the family Y/N! 🫶

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user20 she's the best wag ever 💕

user21 THE MOMENT I WAITED FOR IS HERE

user22 I'm looking at the third photo respectfully 🤭

user23 i love this soft side of Charles omg🥺

user24 righttt? he should post photos like this as well, its better than those professional ones on his profile

user25 Totally agree with this

user26 my jaw dropped but I'm happy about it

user27 idk but charles & y/n definitely won my heart

user28 😍😍

user29 NEW ALBUUUUM

user30 Y/N Y/L/N you'll be forever famous!❤️‍🔥

BONUS

Enchanted Wheels by Y/N Y/L/N (lyrics):

Cruising down the street in my red car,

Feeling the wind whisper secrets, oh so far.

Monaco lights, they dance in the night,

As I search for a love that feels so right.

In this city so bright, I'm lost in the haze,

But I know deep inside, I'll find my soul's maze.

I'm chasing dreams, like chasing the moon,

In this journey, I'll find my love soon.

Enchanted wheels taking me away,

Through the starlit skies, where love will stay.

In the magic of Monaco, my heart takes flight,

Hoping destiny guides me to my soulmate tonight.

Driving through the streets, past midnight's hour,

Looking for heartbeats that give me the power.

In every stranger's eyes, I see fleeting sparks,

But I won't settle for less, only love from the heart.

Monaco's captivating, but love's the real deal,

I won't let go until my heart can finally heal.

The city's alive with endless possibilities,

Somewhere out here, there's a love meant for me.

Enchanted wheels taking me away,

Through the starlit skies, where love will stay.

In the magic of Monaco, my heart takes flight,

Hoping destiny guides me to my soulmate tonight.

I've been searching high and low,

Through the crowds, I hope you'll show.

I believe in fate, destiny's plan,

Perhaps you're just one turn away, my soul's lifeline.

Enchanted wheels taking me away,

Through the starlit skies, where love will stay.

In the magic of Monaco, my heart takes flight,

Hoping destiny guides me to my soulmate tonight.

With every passing mile, my hope grows stronger,

In this journey for love, I won't wait any longer.

Enchanted wheels, lead me to my greatest win,

In Monaco, I'll find my soulmate, love from within.

THE END

Author's Note: Wow, this took m longer than expected (and the worst part was finding that one picture that somehow matches Charles' instagram filter), but I'm really satisfied with the result. Hope you liked this social media au and once again, I'll be grateful for likes, comments, reblogs, follows and every other way of showing your support. Also a little disclaimer: I didn't write the whole song, just a part of it and then helped myself with AI because I'm not really good in songwriting. Though I'm still curious if you liked the bonus, so let me know. Good night! :)

[aliorsboxostuff]

Idk if u will do this request but! Miguel’s time is like futuristic set right? ( trans people would just transition and be more accepted in this timeline sí right? 😭) so Miguel He went to college at a high prestige science university and so did reader for he is too an smart as him with his own creations in robotics and chemistry. Miguel had tried to get alone room accommodation but failed and got partnered up with transftm!reader and they became roommates. Reader fell in love with Miguel but he didn’t notice cuz he was too focused on his work and whatever. Years go by aka spider verse but suddenly miguel needs help from his old college roommate. Angst fluff maybe…smut??? Sorry English isn’t my first language 😭😭

Hey anon! I appreciate the idea and i love how much you fleshed it out! Dont worry, i completely understand your vision, and i get it english is hard for me too lol i hope i got your ideas right tho, sorry this turned into angst more than what i was aiming lmao enjoy all!

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Tags: Miguel O’hara x FTM!Reader, Villain!Reader, Lyla, Past Relationship, Angst, Falling Out, Fighting, Arguments, Dirty Thoughts, Meet-Cute, Pining, Secret Crushes, Miguel is as dense as ever, poor reader on this one HAHA

They had a history. Of living together, spending time with each other, but despite all of that it all went downhill. Who knew your ex-roommate turns out to be Doc Oct

(Takes place before Post Credit Scene in into the Spiderverse)

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"Miguel, I hate to tell you this but we can't-"

"There has to be another way, you designed this Lyla!"

"Hey! Don't blame the AI, blame the maker! I only followed what you said!" 

Lyla huffs and glitches to another part of the console. Miguel is currently hunched over a table in the corner of his lair, the only light illuminating his project is the light rod over his workbench and the monitors around him. 

The girl busies herself with schematics, working out equations and trying to find where they went wrong.

Miguel's latest work on the multiverse brace is to eliminate the glitches that it makes whenever someone uses it. It could potentially lead to wounds from the cells traveling to a different world, and even the healing factor won't fix it. Worst-case scenario, it would lead to a fatal wound, possibly death, and Miguel can't risk that if he's gonna start interdimensional travel. 

His eyes scan over the chip connected to his computer, adding and removing codings that might've gone wrong. He's wearing the headband Lyla gifted him, or mailed to him when it was his birthday months ago, to be exact. 

"I swear the shell is all good, Miguel. It should all contain the molecules needed for the portal bracelet,"

"Can you please stop calling it that?" 

"What? 'Portal'?"

"Yes. It's not a portal, we already have that," Miguel rolls his eyes, gluing them back to the screen.

"Then what are we calling it?" Lyla pouts, adjusting her heart glasses.

"Transdimensional Pathfinding Wristlet."

Lyla pauses her work, and turns to Miguel, her brows raised, the blinks once, twice. "Wh- seriously?" 

"Y'know what, I'm not even gonna try," He shakes her head before glitching to another monitor. "Leave it to the crazy scientist to name his things,"

Miguel ignores what his AI had said, instead focusing back on the chip. If this succeeds, it’ll be the first dimensional trip the prototype could make, and he’d prefer not to be a piece of burnt toast once he comes out of it. He coded another line, before he ran a diagnostic. The screen glares red, the annoyingly big letters of ‘ERROR’ pops up.

Miguel blinks, before he feels his claws coming out, promptly making him stand and throw his chair across the room. It shatters, the metal pieces clinking to the concrete floor. He heaves, sharp fangs bared, barely causing anger at his fingertips. 

Lyla fixes him with a look. “That your fifth chair Miguel,”

The man takes a steady breath, wiping his hand across his face, working at his jaw. He tilts his head sharply and something pops. He faintly hears Lyla clicking her tongue. 

"There's a guy I know,"

—

"What do you mean there isn't any- I booked a single room last week," 

"I'm sorry but there must've been a mishap in the system. I'm going to have to put you with an available roommate," 

"I don't want-" Miguel sighs, tapping his foot insistently. "Look, is there any way I can register for another single room?" 

"You can wait a couple of weeks for a vacant room, but you'd need to consult with the head of the faculty." She nodded to him, a regretful look behind those blonde bangs. Miguel huffs, hands on his hips, thinking out a decision. 

"Fine," He groans. "Who's still available for a roommate then?" 

The girl's brows raise before she quickly types something into the computer, reading out what looks like a list with numbers and names. "Oh!" She smiles. "Room 304, on the third floor is still awaiting a roommate,"

"Great, thank you," Miguel grumbles, already picking up his boxes where he left them on the floor.

"If you'd like-" The girl calls for him again. "I can talk to the faculty member, see if I can help you with the room situation," 

"Sure, I'd appreciate it," Miguel's back is already turned to her as he makes his way to the building's elevator. With his gym bag slung over his shoulder, and the boxes of his unfinished work, traversing the hallway takes a bit of an effort. Students were not mingling around because most of them were already in their rooms, with the time turning just after 5 PM. 

Finally, he reaches the elevator doors. Miguel shuffles the boxes into one hand, struggling to press the button before he is beaten to it by another hand reaching for the ascend button too. 

"Here man, let me help you," The person says, already picking up the two boxes that cover Miguel's vision even before he said anything.

"Hey don't-" He begins, before he finally gets a good look at the person that dared to touch his scraps. The man in front of him, standing just inches taller than him, hair with an unintelligible style, captivating eyes and the faintest smirk on his lips. 

Miguel's brain stutters a bit. "I'm- nevermind, thanks," 

"Of course dude," And Miguel's interest plummets. "What floor?"

"Third please," He nods, pressing the button once he and Miguel get in. The door closes and leaves the two in silence, only the faint whirr of the elevator's machine. 

"So, late to dorm assignments?" 

"Nah, they messed up my request," 

"Shit, really?" He turns to Miguel, his brows furrowed. 

"Yeah, now I'm stuck with a damn roomie,"

"Oh yeah? What room?" 

"304, apparently," Miguel huffs, looking down into the box he's carrying, the tape on it peeling slightly. The guy halts, now his brows are raised. 

Miguel's turn to look confused, before the guy chuckles lightly. "Funny you say that 'cuz," 

"I'm room 304," He smirks, readjusting the boxes. 

There's a pause, before he feels the red of embarrassment gathers on his cheeks. "You're-" 

"That damn roomie? Yeah,"

"Fuck, sorry I didn't-"

"No no, it's fine! Really," The guy laughs, shaking his head while Miguel tries to formulate a coherent sentence. "I don't mind man, I get wanting your own space though," 

"Hey, I hope I'll be a good roomie," He bumps Miguel's shoulder lightly, his smile not fading. Miguel finds himself mimicking it slightly. After that, he introduced himself to Miguel, his major and such.

The elevator opens just after that, the two make their way down the hallway. He asks about Miguel's major too, just as they reach the door. 

"I seriously didn't think I'd get a roomie," He chuckles, turning the key with a million other key chains. It jingles, before he pushes the door open and into the room. "I'll go check with the front desk-" 

"Oh!" He turns after putting down the two boxes he was carrying. "Just got the text, said they'll give you the key tomorrow," 

"Great," Miguel rolls his eyes, putting down his box on the vacant desk and his duffle on the chair. He turns, inspecting the room that he's been sent to stay in. One side is already cluttered with his roommate's stuff, plants and books and papers strewn about. He tilts his head when he spots a flag on his desk.

"You're trans?" Miguel asks, turning to him where he was still standing with his phone out. He hums and lifts his head, meeting Miguel's browns.

"Oh that old thing? Yeah," He scratches the back of his neck. "I know, I get it. No one really cares nowadays, the worlds moved on, whatever," 

He glances at the little flag, pink and white and blue adding color to the messy desk. He smiles. "It's a reminder, I guess," 

Miguel stares at the flag, just once, before he nods and shrugs, turning to open his boxes. "Sure, that's cool," 

He can practically feel the sunshine radiating from his roommate behind him. He crosses his arms, turning again to face him, and he's right because his roommate has a really bright smile. "I hope we'll be good friends, Miguel," 

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"Miguel there's so many people in Nueva York how am I supposed to-'' Lyla stops, before she grins. "Nevermind, found him!" 

Miguel finishes his spider shot, cracking his neck again as he sets the syringe down. He turns towards Lyla, the AI already projecting the location. "Looks like our guy lives in… the slums? I thought you said he was a prodigy," 

"Yeah well not everyone gets a decent job even if they are a genius," Miguel huffs, running his hand through his hair as he looks at the mirror.

"Who's you said the guy was again?" Lyla begins to scroll through the data. 

Miguel sighs. "Old roommate, back in college," 

"Ooh, interesting," She giggles.

"Lyla don't-" 

"I'm not looking through his history! Just a peek, though," 

Miguel lets out another sigh, walking towards the large opened window. "Uh, hey Miguel, are you sure about this?" 

"Why what's wrong?" 

Lyla displays her screen as it glitches in front of Miguel. According to her research, the old roomie has been caught by the police stealing items from hardware stores and electronic stores, a handful of accounts of disruption of peace according to the other tenants in his old apartment. And he's currently deemed missing.

"Where did you say his location was?" Miguel reads through the file, his brows knitted. 

"Just here, some abandoned warehouse in the slums," 

—

“Miguel, man, you’ve got to eat,” A tray for warm food was suddenly placed between Miguel's paperwork. He huffs, pushing the plate away and to the edge of his already small table. He hears a sigh, before the plate is moved out of his peripherals, and Miguel is back into his work.

“Dude, you only ate like, one energy bar after going to the gym,” 

“I’m fine,” 

Another exasperated sigh, before his roommate goes back to whatever robotics he was working on. Miguel has been perfecting his latest assignment the whole week, going back and forth on his computer, writing down research papers and consulting with his professors. Meanwhile, the man that he shares his room with is tinkering with a recent robotic piece he’s been pouring his heart into.

It’s correct that they share most of their schedule together. Miguel would wake up before dawn, and so would he. They’d run a couple of laps around campus before hitting the gym just before it gets too crowded. He’d spot for Miguel while Miguel would comment on his form if it needs any improvement. Sometimes they’d share breakfast together, before they head for their different classes, though ever since Miguel has been engrossed in his recent paperwork, their time spent together has been blessed. It'd be a lie to say Miguel doesn't miss their shared time, but he supposes seeing him back in their room after a long day is enough. Though, it doesn't seem enough for his friend. 

Unbeknownst to Miguel, his roommates have been supporting a devastating crush on him. Stolen glances, longing eyes whenever Miguel's back is turned towards him. Times when he’d stare a bit too long whenever Miguel was doing his bench presses, times when he’d stand close just to feel the comforting warmth beside him. He’d fuss over Miguel, bringing food or drinks, bringing things Miguel might've forgotten with his busy schedule. Sometimes, when Miguel worked too late and too much, he’d fall asleep on his desk, at which he’d bring his blanket to cover Miguel’s back. In the morning, he rolls his eyes and says something about Miguel getting a bad back, which Miguel would promptly ignore. 

It’s currently Friday night. The man that's sitting on the opposite side of the room has seemingly lost interest in his robotics and decided to peer out of their bedroom window. Suddenly, Miguel is bombarded by a loud shout coming from outside of their room, and snaps quickly to the source. He sees his roommate has opened the bedroom window and is looking out into the campus’ courtyard. 

“Yeah, I'll join you! Be right down!” He hollers, before he shuts and locks the window. Miguel turns, blinking away the slight dizziness he got. 

“Who was that?” 

“A friend, they're having a party at one of the frat houses, you wanna join?” He grins, pulling on his leather jacket and pocketing his belongings. Miguel has never been to a party and he's not about to start going, especially when he has a deadline to push. He shakes his head, always swiveling back his chair. 

“No thanks,” 

He hears his friend scoff. “Come on Miguel! You’ve been working on that thing for ages now, you deserve a break, and the deadline isn't for another month!” 

“I’m not interested,” Miguel bites back, barely glancing at his pleas. 

“Just this once, I promise it’ll be fun! I’ll be there and I can take care of-”

“I said I'm not interested.” He spits out, already hunching into the part he’s soldiering. He doesn't hear anything, not an answer or another push for him to join. The air has changed, something heavy hangs between them. The tension is palpable, but despite it all Miguel only hears the shuffling of his friend's boots. 

“Sure, whatever,” His roommate fixes a stare at the back of Miguel's head, before he unlocks their door. “Y’know, one of these days that work of yours is going to destroy you if you're not careful,” 

And with that, he leaves Miguel alone for the night. 

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“What the fuck!” Miguel jumps and manages to hold on to the side of the building. “Lyla searches for his weakness points!”

“Hah! You think this has a weakness, Miguel?!” The man shouts, a wide grin on his lips. “I’ve perfected these arms, they are practically indestructible!” 

“SO this is how you greet your old roommate?” 

“I’d prefer for us to meet for coffee, but after how you treated me, I think this…” He brings a menacing robotic arm towards him, as if to inspect it. “Is way better,” 

The arm suddenly lunges towards Miguel which he narrowly avoids. He jumps and entwines two of the appendages together as he lands behind the man, at which he growls and breaks free of Miguel’s red webs. “I never treated you badly!”

“No, not really huh,” He smirks. “But you never noticed the shit I did for you anyways!” 

He spears those sharp arms towards Miguel which he does a couple of doges before jumping down the rooftop they were currently fighting on. 

“All of those morning coffees, late dinners, all for nothing! None! All because you were so fucking focused-” He sharply turns, grabbing Miguel’s wrist and stopping him from dropping a punch. He suddenly pulls Miguel towards him, burning anger behind those eyes. “On combining a damn spider's DNA with yourself!” 

He throws the Spiderman across the street, breaking several walls until the momentum finally stops. Miguel groans, cracking his neck when Lyla suddenly pops up. “Boss, the control panel for those arms is on his back, if you could pull it apart from him, it’ll stop him from controlling it,”

“On it.” Miguel swiftly stands, running through the many rooms he passed before leaping into the air, catching the man off guard. He throws a punch that lands on his face, throwing him off balance and into the concrete street below. He grows, and fixes his jaw, before launching back to full force against Miguel. 

“It was all fine until you went out with that fucking brunette!” He shouts, throwing debris towards Miguel which he weaves and dodges. “Did I ever mean anything to you?!”

He’s got Miguel pinned to the ground, and pushes all of the arms to stab at him, but instead misses and gets buried in the ground instead when Miguel swiftly pulls away with his web. He struggles to get the appendages out of the strong concrete, suddenly finding them stuck, an opportunity for Miguel to rip the control panel off. He swings above the man, landing directly behind him where he quickly digs his nails into the seams of the panel. 

“I’m sorry,” Miguel manages before he pulls. An ear-splitting scream, before deathly silence. Miguel could only hear his heavy breath, before sparks of green ran through the man's body, and it jolted him. He shouts, before falling into the pavement. Miguel takes a beat to examine the control panel, before throwing it somewhere on the ground. He spots the bareback of his once roommate, a horrid sight of root-like marks growing around the man's back. Miguel furrows his brows, before he hears the faint police sirens, no doubt coming over to clean up the commotion. 

Just as Miguel was about to make his leave, he heard the man cough, a horrid groan behind him. Miguel glances slightly, as he hears him begin to speak. 

“I was right… Your work did destroy you.”

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[sabertoothwalrus]

eep sorry if youve been asked this, but when u go abt drawing bgs for ur comics, do u look up references or use imagination, and how do u practice drawing bgs for storyboards rather than illustrations? im rlly not sure where to start, and i feel like a lot of advice focuses on rendering bgs rather than it feeling ~lived in~ or actively being used or augh not sure how to say!!

hhhh ok this is something I am also still in the process of trying to figure out, and I am not a professional storyboard artist so I will attempt to answer to the best of my ability.

when it comes to storyboards, the amount of detail bgs will have during the boards phase will depend largely on both the studio AND the specific production. some 3D shows will have a render of a commonly used room the board artists can angle around for their shots. Adventure Time boards tended to be pretty loose, while the Owl House boards are EXCEPTIONALLY clean. DTVA seems to have bgs created in a several step process, and I'm not exactly sure of the timeline, but I know they have vis dev artists that do more illustrative, conceptual drawings to get the vibe, then the board artists draw out what general angles will actually be used, then layout artists/bg designers who actually go in and DRAW those bgs and add in all the little details, and THEN the colorist comes in and...colors it. I don't think every studio distributes the work in this same way. Not every studio is going to want board artists to draw clean backgrounds, but MOST will get pissed if you refuse to draw them at all djfhgdjf

If you want some tips about adding small details, this has some really useful advice.

I don't add lighting or grayscale values to my comics unless it's important to the tone/clarity, and I think that's generally the case with boards too (at least for TV, I don't know as much about boarding for feature). Here's some advice about adding lighting.

^ here's a bg I put a little more effort into than usual. I referenced some images of thrift shops I pulled up on duck duck go, some of my own memories of thrift shops I've been to, and even went on the shiftythrifting tumblr. This was just a silly comic I knew I'd be posting on tumblr rather than a serious board, so it didn't matter to me if it was perfectly clean or not. some of the shapes are... vague. and loose. but who cares sdjhfjd I think (?) it conveys the concept that this is a thrift shop.

^ for THIS comic I wanted imply hunter crowded them in the bathroom to "talk in private" which felt like a very 16 year old thing to do + there were already some nifty references of the Noceda's bathroom. and listen I know it's not perfect. I didn't draw ANY perspective guides, did more trial and error than I probably needed to, the cabinet is WAY too high. (even in the original, why is this bathroom so spacious???? why is the toilet so far from the wall where the toilet paper is???) but even with all the mistakes, it doesn't matter! no one probably noticed while watching. you see it so briefly, and your attention is still focused on the characters.

I'd say the main thing when drawing bgs for storyboarding & comics is to focus on Perspective and Composition above all else. It's ok to be loose, but make sure you still have Clarity. Be mindful of proportion ("how big is this character in comparison to the objects around them?") and angles ("if this is a low angle, shouldn't I be seeing the ceiling/sky?") etc etc because even if you know you won't be drawing it perfectly, it helps to still have it in mind.

[sinsandsweetness]

Aggravate (sex and zombies- chapter 16)

pairing- (Daryl x fem!reader)

summary- No one gets you worked up like he can.

warnings- 18+ content. Smut, hate sex with Daryl, degrading, outdoor sex, zero aftercare whatsoever... so just tread lightly...

note- @rickswh0r3 here u go luv. hate sex with Daryl as requested. **This is one last flashback chapter before I start to wrap this work up. Basically just a little bit of context for the fight that was mentioned in chapter 2. I did originally want to add this chapter, but my timeline errors were irritating the hell out of me. So let's just pretend that I didn't make any... or at least that the time spent on the farm was more drawn out than in the show. This scene doesn't entirely add to the plot but hey... it's more smut. And that's why we're all here, right?

You hadn’t went out with the intention to be kidnapped. You just wanted to help the group. Restock the medical supplies that they were wasting on Randall. Supplies that you thought Lori would eventually need. That anyone could end up needing. 

And now you were fighting. Again. With Daryl and his moody little temper, always getting the best of him. Caring a little too much about his new favourite member of the group. One who’d do him all the sexual favours he wanted as long as he reciprocated. And he did. Fuck, did he ever. 

During your trip into town, you’d had a very unfortunate run in with the rest of Randals group. Some of them at least. Granted, you had been pretty stupid, going out on your own. But everyone makes shit decisions now and again. 

You weren’t even sure how you managed to escape. Pure luck if you had any real guess. Climbed out of the window while the lead guy was distracted, and you didn’t stop running until you collapsed in the woods, along the fence line of the farm. The lights on inside the house, everyone probably getting ready for bed. It was dark and you were coated in walker blood. Zip tie marks that had rubbed your wrists raw. Daryl was really unhappy when he noticed those. Immediately his mind wandered to the worst. Assuming that those men had done things to you. Gross things. Things he wanted saved for himself only. Not that he would tell you that. 

It’s why he was so worked up. Deep down, he knew you meant well, trying to go on the supply run. But you’d executed the plan very poorly in his opinion. You should have asked him to go with you. You argued back, saying that he was too busy beating the shit out of Randall to notice that you were gone in the first place. That only made him more mad.

Regardless, he was pissed. You’d explained everything to Rick and Hershel, and they weren’t really that mad. Mostly just glad you’d made it home safe. You were positive that Randalls group didn’t follow you, but Shane wanted extra lookouts just in case. Prompting him and Andrea to be in charge of watch for the next few days, while they “felt things out”. 

Worried about you, angry from the weeks events and only getting more worked up by the hour, Daryl decided to go on a walk to find you. Since you hadn’t showed up at the tent after speaking with Rick and Hershel at the house. Eventually, he caught you behind the barn, trying to get some air and space from him and the rest of the group. Said he’d heard you. Said you couldn’t be quiet if it would save your life. And that’s how the fight started. You tried to block the really nasty bits out, but he really lost it on you this time. 

“The hell are you cryin’ for huh? You’re the one who ran off like an idiot!” Daryl swung his arm towards the woods, the action making you flinch. 

“I was trying to help, I-"

“What you did was stupid. Puttin’ us all in danger. Do you realize that? Rick and Lori… they’d never say it. But you know it’s true. Everyone’s at risk now if those guys try and find you- Find us.” Daryl was pissed. You’d never seen him this mad before. Maybe when Rick left Merle on that roof in Atlanta. Yeah that was definitely worse. But now, the anger was directed at you. And honestly his yelling wasn’t helping anything. It just made you want to shut down. Made you feel like shit. More than you already had. 

“You are so useless you know that? Always havin’ to clean up after your shitty decision ma-“ 

“My shitty decision making?! What about you? Getting kicked off a horse like some idiot.” He really didn't like it when you would talk back, so you made sure to do it as much as possible.

“‘Least I was actually doin’ something. I had a lead on that girl!” 

“You didn’t have shit, and you know it!” 

“This ain’t about me, dammit, you can’t even admit what you did was stupid!” 

“I feel bad enough already! Can you just drop it?!” You were trying not to yell, but he was really getting you worked up. Blowing the situation out of proportion. It wasn’t that big of a deal. You were still alive and well.

“You shoulda just stayed there. Shoulda never come back... puttin' us all in danger.”

Your chest hurt at that comment. Seriously, how could he even say that? 

“I can’t fucking stand you!” You finally spat. Fed up with his shit. He couldn’t have meant that, right?

A moment of heated silence passed between you. Within thirty seconds, he had you pushed up against the back of the barn, mouth smashing against your own, bumping teeth and grabby hands. Practically tearing your clothes off. 

“Daryl- get ugh-“ you pushed at his chest once you fully processed what was happening. 

But he didn’t stop, instead he just pushed you further up against the barn, the paint chips and slivers of wood catching on your shirt. Your pants already being shoved down your ass. You struggled against the hand trying to get in between you, and once he had enough of your squirming, he decided to just shove you face first into the wall. 

“Quit whining.” He grumbled into your ear and you could feel his hard on poking you through his jeans. 

“You know what they coulda done to you huh? Those guys out there?” His hand was cupping your cunt through your panties, massaging at your clit through the fabric. 

“They coulda hurt you in so many ways, baby.” Your panties being tugged down to join the jeans around your knees. “Woulda been a hell of a lot meaner than me, I’ll tell you that much,”

You whimpered at the thought. 

“Is that what you wanted? To get all roughed up by some strange men? Am I not doing enough for you? You need a whole gang of guys to fuck you?

“No you-“ interrupted by your own moan, his fingers were inside you now, and his lips brushed your ear as he continued his lewd commentary. Though the further he got with his fingers, the less you actually wanted to object. 

“No? I’m not enough for you? Is that what you’re saying?” He clarified, his grip on your waist getting more aggressive by the second. 

“Ow, no! You’re enough- you, ugh- you do so good Daryl. You’re so good to me…” you whined the last bit. A little shameful of how pathetic you sounded. 

“That’s better.” He whispered, replacing his fingers with his cock. The new warmth between your legs pulling a gasp out of you. “Can’t fucking stand me huh?” He mocked you. “You’re fuckin’ pathetic, baby. Always have been.” 

He fucked you hard enough your knees threatened to give out. Though his grip around your waist would have held you up if you’d actually failed at standing on your own. You didn’t even register the whiney pleas coming from your mouth. But Daryl didn’t miss it. Never would he miss the opportunity to humiliate you. 

“Sayin' 'please' like a good girl? You really are a cumslut, aren't you. Can't believe how easy it is to break you.” 

His words stung, but the feeling of him pounding right into that spot that made you see stars, quickly made up for it. 

“Daryl wait-“ you could feel your orgasm approaching already, embarrassingly fast for how angry he had made you. 

“Shut up,” he grunted, sticking his fingers into your mouth, tasting your creamy substance on his digits. He kept them there as he fucked you against the barn, too horny to care about anyone catching you. He always got so hard when you’d fight. Maybe he just liked seeing you cry. 

You couldn’t help but gag and moan, and that made him snap his hips even faster, the sound of skin smacking against skin, filled the air. 

“Mpmhh,” you muffled around his fingers, spit starting to run down your chin. 

“What’s that sweetie? Can’t hear you with my fingers in your mouth.” 

He was being an absolute asshole. But for whatever reason, your body loved it. You clenched around him and could feel your own cum running down your leg. The orgasm hitting fast and hard. Eyes rolling back as you tried not to moan any more. Didn’t want to give him that satisfaction. 

“Shit,” he gasped, pulling out and cumming all over your ass, some of it dripping right into your panties. His fingers leaving your mouth with a string of spit. He didn’t wait long before he turned you back around and pulled your panties up. Followed by your pants, his seed dampening the fabric, all sticky against your skin. 

“Daryl-“ you tried to scorn him but he didn’t care. Buttoning up his own jeans and then running a hand through his hair. 

You were both still fuming. Flushed faces and heavy breathing. And though the sex was good, your feelings were still hurt. Not knowing the difference between what he said and what he meant. If there was any difference for that matter.

“You can sleep in the trailer tonight. Dale said there’s room.” He told you, and started walking away to his own tent. The one you usually shared. 

You just stood there, unable to move, weak in the knees and thighs. Dried tears down your face and the feeling of his cum in your underwear. What the fuck. 

“Fuck you…” Your voice cracked as you tried to call after him, thinking he probably wouldn't even hear you. Wether he did or not, he refused to acknowledge you.

“You alright?” The voice behind you made your spine straighten immediately. Ah shit. Terrible timing.

“I just thought I heard something… is everything ok?” You glanced over at Rick, a confused expression on his face.

You sniffled and wiped your eyes with your sleeve. “Yeah - uh- sorry just-“ 

Rick seemed worried. Rightfully so, given your last 24 hours being a total shitstorm. And now, walking in on you freshly fucked and left to cry behind a damn barn. Though you weren't sure if Rick realized that. Maybe it just looked like you were sad. 

“Just a had a little… argument. That’s all.” You looked down at your hands, picking at your nails. Argument. Yeah, that’s what it was. 

“Daryl?” He confirmed, approaching you slowly.

“Yeah.”

“He was worried about you, y’know,”

“Oh I’m sure.” You attempted at a laugh but it came out more like a sob then you intended. 

“He was. Wouldn’t stop pacing around. We were gettin' ready to start searching the woods.” 

You gave him a weak smile. 

“It’s been a long day. You should get some rest.” He grabbed you by the hand, all soft and gentle, and led you back to camp. Why couldn't Daryl ever be soft and gentle. You couldn't help but think how lucky Lori is. To have a husband with such a kind heart. Such a pretty face and a genuine smile. So opposite of the guy you'd let drag you to his bed for the past few months.

The whole walk back to the trailer, you wanted to cry. And you also had the overwhelming desire to punch something. Daryl could always do this. Make you feel all hot and cold. Well, truthfully, it was him that was hot and cold. You were just hot and bothered. Intoxicated by him one moment, and torn to pieces the next. 

No one else could ever get you as worked up as he could. 

[hoodiedeer]

my very very old iphone 6 is still on ios 12. as of today I think almost all my main apps I use are unusable, mostly cus they all stopped supporting ios 12 forever ago

chrome can’t display a lot of page elements correctly, youtube refuses to continue without an update, as of today the twitch app errors trying to load any stream, twitter barely loads my timeline half the time. I noticed discord was the only app that would let me update so I tried that and now discord crashes 3 seconds after loading. tumblr is the only one id say still “works” though it takes literally a minute or two to load any page (also I don’t get polls)

do u think its time to update lol

[phoenixrising0308]

Our Life together: When you're not looking

Books: The Royal Romance - Royal Heir

Rating: M (Mature content and implied sexual activities)

Pairing: Liam & Jessica Garcia (MC)

Triggers: Sexual innuendo

Disclaimer

Our Life together timeline: This is still within Agent Phoenix A/U and its stories about Jessica & Liam’s relationship as live-in partners and married life. Character traits don’t always remain the same. Stories using this timeline are meant for challenges or requests. catch up here

Chapter Summary: Hana is asked a very important question.

Chapter Song inspiration:  Marry me - Bruno Mars

Word Count: 1,886*As always, forgive my typos and grammatical errors.*

Average reading time: 5 minutes

Hana looked herself over in the mirror. She wore the dress she had made with her grandmother. It was special to her, and it was also Adam's favorite.

Hana thought. 'I wonder what his surprise is?'

Adam wanted to meet her in the garden of her Dutchy. Hana checked herself over once again before heading out.

Once she got to the garden, her whole face lit up with a smile.

Hana exclaimed, "Adam, is this my surprise?!" She grinned as she saw a picnic. Finger sandwiches, chocolate truffles, and tea were awaiting her. Adam stood up to lead her to it.

Adam replied, "You look amazing! Oh, this is a small part of it. Do you like it?" He smiled nervously. Hana wrapped her arms around him in a hug.

"Of course! Did you make this by yourself?"

Adam smiled with a light blush.

"Ummm…Well, the finger sandwiches, yes." He rambled. Hana eyed him curiously at how nervous he seemed but chose to brush it off.

He led Hana to the blanket and helped her sit.

'He's such a gentleman….' She thought she smiled as she smoothed out her dress to sit. He joined her, pouring a cup of tea for them both. Hana took her cup, inhaling the delicate blend of Earl Grey.

"Hana, I'm a coffee drinker, but today I'm going to drink tea with you and not roll my eyes."

"Thank you, Adam, and well, I'm used to the eye-rolling your sister does all the time during tea parties. However, she has become better at hiding it."

They drank and began to eat …Hana couldn't help noticing how quiet Adam was. And the way he kept looking at her made her smile.

Hana said, "Is something the matter?"

Adam shook his head with a smile.

"No…Everything is perfect." He mused.

"Well, perhaps you should eat your sandwich before it gets cold…OHH! Or we can skip straight to dessert and then sandwiches! Maxwell and Jessica did that with me once."

Adam chuckled as he watched her go straight for the chocolate. Adam said, "Whatever you want."

Hana went to plop a chocolate truffle in her mouth before pausing. Adam looked confused before she leaned over and put it to his lips.

"Here, you take a bite first and tell me what you think. I know this brand… Jessica told you where to find I'm sure. We love them. Do you like it?"

He took a bite, letting his lips touch her fingers.

Hana blushed but smiled.

Hana urged him to answer as he chewed. "Well? Do you like them?"

"Hana, it's chocolate! Of course, it's good! I mean, it's a big step up from peanut M&M's." He laughed after swallowing. Hana noticed he had a smear on his lip. She took a napkin and gently dabbed the chocolate off. Adam smiled at her. He gently took her hand and leaned forward.

"I might know a better way to get it off." Hana blushed as she leaned into it, wrapping her arms around his neck. She was giving her a tender kiss.

They parted, Adam leaning his forehead against her own. Hana nervously smiled before parting but sitting much closer to them than she was before.

"I'd be so embarrassed if my family and friends caught us kissing like…That, in broad daylight in the garden. I think my mother would kill me!"

Adam cocked his head with a grin. "So… not taking it further then?" Hana playfully smacked his arm.

"ABSOLUTELY NOT!" She scolded teasingly. Adam gave her a mocking pout. Hana giggled before placing a kiss on his lips.

Adam stared at her for a moment.

Adam whispered, "I love you, Hana. I know you know that."

Hana went to speak but paused when Adam sat up to kneel one knee in front of her.

Hana gasped in delight when he pulled out a velvet box, opening it to reveal a delicate yet dazzling ring.

"Hana, I loved you the moment I saw you. Everyone loves you for what you can do; I love that too. But I don't love you just because you are an excellent dancer or because you can speak multiple languages, or you're like super crafty. I don't just love you because you're away better shot than me. I mean, it came in handy when I left the keys in the car with my cell, so screw you, OnStar. Not paying $400.00 a year since I have you… Which is pretty hard when you like have to be good at it for work."

Adam took her hand, and Hana smiled with tears in her eyes.

"I love you because of your kindness; you light any room when you walk in. Because you have the cutest sense of humor. Because you are quick and intelligent, you never make anyone feel less than you. Your honestly the strongest person I've ever met."

Hana looked surprised.

Hana whispered, "Me?… Strong?"

Adam nodded insistently.

"Yes! You stood up for my sister, even when she couldn't become Queen at the time. Even when it would have been a lot easier to join the court in being nasty to her or ignoring her to save yourself. Even knowing your mother hates me but tolerates me because of who Jessica is now. You're strong enough of a person not to care and to do what your heart tells you."

Hana bit her lip and dabbed at her eyes as she whispered his name.

"And here you are, doing the same for me. I'm just a New Yorker, just a regular guy…And yet, you look at me like I'm a prince or something. I told my sister back in New York when she was dealing with her break-up with Liam, when you're not looking, the right one comes along, and so there you were at Valtoria standing by the truffles."

Hana cupped his cheek, his own eyes glossy. Hana said, "Because you are to me, you're my prince. I love you."

"Will you marry me, Hana?" Adam asked only to be thrown to the ground by the force of Hana attacking him in a hug.

"OF COURSE! YES!!" She yelled as he hugged her, laughing. While they both were lying on the blanket, he took her hand and placed the ring on her finger. Both shared a deep kiss before lying there in each other's arms.

"Oh, I can't wait to tell Jessica!" Hana squealed with joy as she repeatedly looked at her ring.

Adam said, "Why not tell them now?"

Hana looked at him strangely until he pointed. Her eyes followed to see her friends eavesdropping through a window on the patio. Maxwell looked like a 5-year-old smudging his face against it. Jessica waved with a beaming smile.

Hana blushed before laughing heartily. Adam helped her up.

They were greeted by their friends rushing out. Maxwell with a bottle of champagne.

"Congratulations to me! I finally have Hana as a sister! Always wanted a sister. Oh yeah, Congratulations to you too, Adam." Jessica exclaimed as she hugged the couple in a group hug. She ruffled her brother's hair. "It's about time you got the nerve to ask her! Seriously you kick down doors for a living, and this was hard for you?"

Liam looked at Jessica lovingly and said, "Love, I can assure you from my own experience with you, nerves just get the better of you."

Adam looked at Liam. "I remember our little talk."

Liam reached in and hugged Adam, patting him on the back, and said, "I fixed it."

Adam smiled, "Damn right you did."

Maxwell popped the champagne, almost spraying everyone.

"It's time to CELEBRATE!" Maxwell sang as he started pouring glasses. Drake took it with a frown.

Drake mumbled, "Can't we celebrate with Whiskey around here?"

Adam tapped Drake on the shoulder " I have a bottle for us in the house."

Maxwell handed the bottle to Liam, reached into his pocket, and grabbed a ziplock bag full of glitter.

Liam moved away, put his hands up defensively, and said "Maxwell, please! I don't want to bring glitter home."

Maxwell said, "So no peacocks, no glitter, and no dance mob."

Adam laughed, "Maxwell, that was Jessica's proposal… this was a low-key thing. Plus, we talked about this a few times, buddy. I was pretty clear."

Maxwell said, "Well, I lived the dream once… it was pretty neat.

Jessica said, " Your best work, but you can pull it off for the baby's birthday."

Liam laughed, "Jess, please don't encourage him."

Maxwell smiled, "Jessie, I have so many ideas, and I can start a playlist. I bet I can get the Peacocks to go with the flow and ensure they don't attack Regina. I'm sorry, Liam, but she got too close to Lorraine will a dinner roll that was a mistake on her part."

Drake chuckled, "That was fucken hilarious."

Jessica said, "Hey, leave Gina alone. Sweetheart, goes ahead."

Liam raised his glass in a toast.

Liam said, "To the newly engaged couple!"

Jessica exclaimed, "To Hana and Adam!"

Everyone chimed in, raising their glasses. All while Hana and Adam leaned on each other. Both looked at their friends, family, and each other with love.

Liam said, "Hana and Adam, I can officiate if you like."

Hana said, " Liam, we would love that! Maybe my sister can be my matron of honor?"

Jessica hugged Hana and said, "Of course."

Hana said, " Can Lilyana can be our flower girl?"

Liam said, "Hana, she is your niece. We would be delighted."

Maxwell pouted and said, "Where does that leave me?

Hana smiled, "Maxwell, you're my wedding planner."

Maxwell gave a fisted pump and said, "I do."

Jessica pressed the flute to her lips and was about to drink when Liam whispered in her ear, "Love, what about Lilyana?"

Jessica whispered, "Well, the last report was she was sleeping. We are in the clear! She won't probably won't be hungry for a few hours, and if you are worried, plenty of pumped milk is in the fridge. Plus, if we leave now, we have some downtime."

Liam smiled and whispered, "Downtime, hmmm, wonder what happens during downtime."

Jessica gave Liam a mischievous grin and whispered, "Whatever the King wants."

Liam cleared his throat loudly, getting everyone's attention, and said, " So we are going to head home before Lily gets up looking for Jess. I'm going to call James to bring the car around. Love, when you are ready. See you on the lawn."

Jessica hugged her brother and said, "When you're not looking, the right one comes along. You are always right! Adam, I was a waitress wearing boxy pants and probably smelled like hamburgers when I met Liam. You couldn't find your table, so you wandered over to a dessert table when you met Hana. Now here we are. I'm Queen, and you will be a Duke. Not bad for two kids from Brooklyn."

Adam smirked and said, "Mateo and Oliva?"

Jessica's face lit up. "Oh, that's a good one. Okay, maybe three kids from Brooklyn."

Jessica walked across the lawn and held her husband's hand as they walked toward their SUV.

[coelakanths]

Tell me about Icarus before I cry over your colors /j

RIP </3

omg ok. sorry ivbe forgotten how to feel bad now that youve invoked my ocs. icarus is just some fucking guy. i cannot stress this enough. but theyre also pretty fucked divinely speaking!

so basically icarus is a direct descendant of enki the keeper. this is all fine and good except they hate it so goddamn much. they dont like enki at all. so they decided to dye their white hair black and travel the world to get as far away from their little galruk island as possible as basically a big fuck you to the god they dont care for. bevause their whole childhood revolved around this lineage and they dont want anything to do with it!!! so they travel

for a while icarus is just kinda...... out there. doing fuckall. but then kulzak takes notice of them n blesses them with immortality becayse this is actually kind of hilarious. they dont know theyre immortal but now they rlly cant die so thats a great plus !

the only way they actually connect to the mcd plot is......... really rather slim. their whole timeline lines up with season 1 and the fifteen year timeskip is spent wandering the world. their favorite region is tula because its hot and theres cat people. theyre kindof an idiot and anyone who meets them is actively shocked about how long theyve survived on pure dumbassery alone. theyre also a witch and everything they know is through trial and error. classically trained witches are horrified by their methods

thank u for listening if u have any questions let me know so i can tell u every single detail about them

[chlobenet]

The Shelby brothers enlisted for war in 1915 (based on the date of picture with Greta) but Tommy fought at Mons which took place in 1914? The timeline confuses me I know you don’t write the show lol but do you get it?

haha I’m sorry friend, you’ll have to take these plot holes up with @bbcone

[okruee]

u guys dont know how hard it is to write anything decent when u only have 2 brain cells

[jenosdaemi]

crazy | qian kun

Pairing: idol! Kun x reader Genre: angst, fluff, crack (if you squint?) Word Count: 8.1k Warnings: Language, self-esteem issues, self-pitying, Kun obsessed with popularity ranking, WayV expressing tough love, this story might be a sensitive issue for some because there are fans who believe that Kun is being mistreated by SME (ie not giving him enough chance to showcase his talents) so if you're one of those said fans, please skip this one as this might trigger you. Thank you, love.

Summary: Kun believed he did not need anyone apart from himself and pushed everyone who tries to help him during challenging times. Then you came, a stubborn stylist that fell in love with an idol.

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. It is not intended to offend or insult anyone. There will be inaccuracy in the timeline, just remember that this is fiction. Part of Shawn Mendes Playlist. Not proofread.

A/N: Okay. I tried reading this one just to see how bad my grammars and misspellings are and they’re the worst of the worst lol. I will have them proofread and edited once I get the time. Please try to understand whenever you encounter a series of annoying grammatical errors 😂

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Think I don't need a watch to tell the time Think I don't need the sun to help me shine Think I don't need a girl to be alright Guess I didn't know

The Year of 2015 when Kun left China to start his journey as an idol in Korea. To do music and to be known as a singer was something he always dreamed of. He knows he lacks many aspects- even in singing, the reason why he's so grateful that SM found something in him worth working on.

The joy and pride he felt when he was given an opportunity to sing a Chinese version of an NCT U song is something he would keep near to his heart forever. For a rookie like him, barely trained, to be trusted to represent a company is his proudest moment.

Kun is a very shy person and it's on the top of his list to improve. In 2016 he was featured and introduced in NCT Life with Winwin. Finally, he thought, he can practice the things he learned in training.

It was obvious that he put his best front and best attitude during the show. But it was a letdown that he did not receive the amount of recognition that Winwin got from the fans. He's happy for his friend of course but he cannot help to wonder what he did wrong and why he’s not making enough noise like his friend.

“That's alright gege. What matters is you did your best.” Winwin tried consoling him.

“I know that. I'm just wondering where I am lacking so I can work on it.” He said problematically.

“It’s our first reality show. Nobody does well on their first try.”

“You did well,” Kun said ruffling the younger’s hair.

“No, I did not either. I'm just cute.” Winwin grinned.

Kun spent most of his free time rewatching the show and judging the way he talked, moved and reacted. Taking mental notes of what looked awkward and timid. He should've talked a lot more, he should've loosened up a bit. He learned a lot by watching and comparing himself and he made sure that in the next reality show, he’ll do much much better.

All he could do is wait for the next opportunity given to him. He cannot demand an exposure yet. He’s still a trainee, a nobody.

In the meantime, he took training very seriously and was sacred. The members would have to remind him to rest because he hardly notices that he’s overworking himself. What can he do? It's his dream and he can feel that he can almost grab it.

“Kun, take a day off and treat yourself. Go to a sauna or have a massage. You’re exhausting yourself and it's not even necessary.” Ten scolded him. He’s at the practice room in the middle of the night dancing to old choreographies of senior idols.

He let go a deep sigh and sat down on the floor. “Why don't you go first? I can go home by myself.”

Ten raised his brow and crossed his arms in front of his chest. “I could but you look like you're going to pass out. Why are you doing this to yourself?”

He sat beside Kun, keeping a distance between them. “To be better. I can sing for sure, but I don't think I'm great at dancing yet.”

His friend shook his head in disbelief. “I was watching you earlier. You were good! I don't know what else you're looking for.”

“You don't understand. This is my dream.”

Ten scoffed. “And what's this for me? A part-time job? Aren't we all sharing the same dream? Being an idol has to be fun for you to make the most of it or else you feel like you're doing this for the sake of the job. I know you're very critical of everything and that's okay, but you need to balance your life. Go out and have a little bit of fun, you'd probably meet a girl or someone.” He teased Kun.

Kun gave Ten a ridiculous look. “I don't need a girl, Ten. I'm alright. I know what will make me happy and that's why I'm doing what I’m doing now.”

Ten only sighed and shrugged. “Whatever helps you sleep at night.” He tapped Kun’s shoulder and left.

Here comes 2018. The very first project of NCT 2018, Empathy. He's not officially debuted yet but was included in the title track ‘Black on Black.’

He’s finally putting his years of training and self-improvements to use. Kun was very excited to showcase his talent in singing and dancing. Even when he knows all too well that he’s never really given a center or a line in that one and only song, he remains absolutely optimistic.

The best and only the best. That's what he showed. He was once again given a chance to appear in variety shows. Although he wanted to draw attention to himself, he thought it's best to remain silent and let the debuted members get the limelight. He’s going to get his time one day.

Once again, he watched numerous shows they went to. Maybe he’s been too quiet. He could have given way to the other members yet still talked. Regrets, once again, towered over him. Another batch of ‘should haves’ lists and sleepless nights of reviewing the mistakes he's done.

2019 came and WayV debuted. He’s been given the task of a leader, a role that comes with so much responsibility. He’d be lying if he says he’s not being boastful of his given role. He talked proudly to his parents about it. To be chosen as a leader of a unit is definitely something to be proud of.

From teasers to mood samplers to origins, WayV is receiving a lot of attention and fans are overly excited to see them debut. Kun believed that this is the day he's waiting for, to be known, to be popular, to be seen.

Debut day came and it's only natural for them to track down their progress. A week after they debuted, they found themselves seated in the living room, browsing fan-made YouTube videos of their group. They stumbled upon a video of the popularity rank of NCT as a whole and decided to watch it.

He already had a bad feeling about it, but he didn't really want to shit on their trip so he kept quiet about it and watched it with the rest of WayV. His whole body went cold as if he was poured a bucket of iced water. He’s at the very bottom of the list. The least popular member of NCT is him. He could not move his body because of embarrassment.

Hendery looks at him with worry, “This cannot possibly be legit. We’re the ones that just debuted.” He was talking about Yangyang and Xiaojun, both nodding in agreement.

“We’re the ones supposed to be in the last.” Xiaojun added, but Kun remained speechless.

Ten put his hand on top of his hand and gave it a squeeze, “Don’t take it to heart. This is fan-made, I doubt its credibility.”

“No. It’s only fair. Technically, I only debuted with you three.” He looked at Hendery, Xiaojun and Yangyang with a forced smile painted on his face.

“But haven't you been introduced in 2016?” Yangyang asked, genuinely curious. Hendery smacked his head quite hard. His curiosity is not welcomed at the moment especially when Kun is probably thinking hard about what he’s been doing wrong.

Kun smiled at the younger boy and nodded, “Yes. But I’ve been gone for so long so they might not have remembered me. I’ll work hard for our group, I promise all of you that. Especially we have the best dancers, vocalists and rappers in WayV.” He winked.

And that’s what he did. He worked harder than ever. While doing everything to improve himself in every aspect, he also made sure that he’s not neglecting his role as a leader. He takes care of his members like how he would take care of his family. He’s the one who made their group a family and their dorm a home.

Aware of how compliments and appreciation affect someone’s will to do better, he made sure that no amount of good work is left unnoticed. Kun is great at complimenting the people around him but what he doesn't realize is where he lacks most: appreciating himself.

If he only stops for a second and looks back on how far he already went because of his hard work, then probably he’s not exhausting himself from dusk to dawn in a practice room and spending his nights watching how senior idols act in shows. Although WayV never failed to remind him that he’s not a loser like how he thinks he is, he still worked twice as much as everyone else’s. That’s how much he wanted to prove himself to the world and to himself.

Thought I didn’t need shoes on my feet Thought I didn’t need a bed to fall asleep Thought I didn’t need a long to be complete Guess I didn’t know That I just got this crazy feeling I’ve been making someone wait for me For me

What Kun didn’t know was that someone saw his hard work and how admirable he is. You saw how he struggled and how much he took care of his members. You’re a stylist for WayV and you have been working with them since their rookie days.

Being about the same age as them, you got along with the members and even considered them as your friends. Except for Kun. You’ve always known your feelings for him and you’re aware of how deeper you were falling for him every day.

Taking care of him as his stylist is one thing and taking care of him as yourself is another. You’ve seen how exhausted and consumed he was in his job, that's when you decided to do small things for him.

When they have scheduled something and they need your services, you will bring rice cakes for him and to the members. That one time that he came in with a sore throat, you remember asking almost everyone in that building if they happen to have ginger tea with them. During his birthday, which is also new year, you remembered sneaking out of your family party just so you can greet him and hand him your gift personally at their dorm.

And when you were close enough with the members and were given the privilege to come to visit them anytime you like, you always find yourself at their dorm early morning on weekends cooking breakfast for all of them with Kun in mind. You’d like for him to stay longer in bed and not worry about what to eat when their caretaker is on a day off.

Kun knows you like him, maybe more. He’s not that dense not to notice the things you've been doing for him, and his members certainly did not miss seeing them. He almost begged his members not to tease you about it, you see, WayV loves to make fun of these kinds of things and you look too pure to handle the severity of WayV’s love language, so he asked them to spare you from it.

In his mind, as long as he’s not showing you any signs of mutuality, you’d know that he has no intentions of getting into a relationship anytime soon. Everyone knows he’s just kind enough to not be bothered by your sweet gestures.

Some called you delusional for liking him and you tired yourself out explaining that you were not expecting him to like you back. You're simply doing these things to take care of him because you like doing them. People asked you so many times why you were so head over heels with Kun and you just look at them as if they're asking you something so ridiculous.

Because honestly, who’s not going to fall in love with that man? He’s smart, kind, polite, handsome, talented, dedicated and a gentleman. It’s almost impossible not to develop feelings for him. Especially after what he did for you.

It’s 8PM and you were seated, hugging your knees to your chest in the dark outside the studio, sobbing. You were working during the SMtown concert when your sister called you that your hamster just died.

Not that you were embarrassed to be seen crying. You remembered how your coworkers laughed at you when they found out how attached you were with your rodent. You just don't want to hear “That's just a rat” from them so you tried your best to hide from everyone.

The sound of the exit door opening made you hold your breath and it made you let out the loudest sob. You immediately slapped your hand over your mouth but it's too late. Kun heard you already.

He glanced to your side and saw you on the corner trying to make yourself invisible. Without questions, Kun took a handkerchief out from his pocket and handed it to you. “Are you okay?” He asked sweetly. Concern can be heard from his voice.

You nodded but the way he asked you made you feel sadder. “My… pet.” You sobbed.

He squatted in front of you so he's at eye level with you. “Passed away?” Again, you nodded. “I'm sorry for your loss. Can I know its name? How old is it?”

“Her name’s Bijou. She’s 18 months old but that's like 80 years old to… her kind.”

He went silent for a second. Did he find out that your pet was a rodent? Great, you’re a loser now.

“Bijou in… Hamtaro? Was your pet a hamster?” He asked. Surprisingly no judgment at all. Just a genuine question but you're too defensive to notice.

“What? Is it weird to have a pet hamster? It's a very common pet and just like any pet owner I would cry if my pet died!” You rambled chasing your breath after.

Instead of getting offended after being yelled at, it surprises you with what he did next. He caressed your back and lowered his head to catch your gaze. “Listen, cry when you're sad. It doesn't matter if people think it's weird or not. You understand?” Speechless, you only nodded for the third time tonight. He hummed then stood up. “And for the record, I think hamsters are very cute pets.” He said before walking back inside.

“Earth to Y/N!” Your co-worker, Soyou, called you. “Did you prepare WayV’s clothes already?” Snapping her fingers at you.

“I did! And I put cologne on one of them.” You grinned at her, wiggling your eyebrows. She only shook her head and laughed at you.

“You should have put colognes on all seven of them! Why do you just put them on Kun’s?” She asked, laughing. “Actually, you know what? Don't answer that. It's not like you're being discreet that you like him.”

“Exactly. Also because this is the expensive perfume that I bought with my hard-earned stylist money. I decide who gets to smell good.” You answered jokingly. “And his lunch for today is homemade wonton soup with stir-fried sweet and sour chicken.” You said while taking out two Tupperware from your lunch bag and a thermos.

“And what's that? Tea?” Soyou pointed at your large thermos.

“It's soup. To keep it hot. Nobody likes lukewarm soup.” You opened the lid and showed it to her. It is definitely still hot because it made her eyeglasses fog.

“Wow. You're more than a stylist. I hope somebody would like me this much.” Soyou said as she looked at the food you packed.

You smiled sadly at her and looked down at the lunch you prepared for Kun. “You know I'm not doing this just because I'm a thoughtful stylist.”

“You like him. We all know. Like I said, it's not like you're hiding it.” She rolled her eyes at you and chuckled, which made you laugh also.

“Not just that! He’s very attentive to others but neglectful when it comes to himself. I don't know if you see this, he puts in the most effort but he always receives the least recognition. He deserves more. He kind of made me want to take care of him.” Soyou is quietly shaking her head vigorously and coughing a few times to stop you from talking, but all efforts are left unnoticed by you.

“Good morning?” A voice behind you says that you found out to be Xiaojun. Standing at his back are the rest of the members. You have no idea how much they've heard, but you're certain that they heard something.

And Kun didn't like what he heard. He stared at you with so much disappointment. You sounded like you're pitying him and he hated it so much. He can very much feed himself let alone take care of himself and he doesn't need anybody to do something he’s capable of doing. If you're doing all of these just because you feel sorry for him for being the least popular, then it's probably best for you to find a different group to work with because he doesn't need your pity.

You wanted to greet him but Kun was clearly avoiding your eyes. Did they all hear you say that? Did you embarrass him in front of his members? Was he mad at you? All of your questions were confirmed when he seated himself in front of a different stylist. Leaving you standing alone beside his supposed chair.

“Gege, I don't think you're meant to be there.” Lucas said after realizing Kun stole his spot from him.

“Uh- Just find an available seat. Sorry.” Kun answered without looking away from the mirror in front of him.

You fiddle your fingers and look down at it. A gentle touch on your back made you glance up. It was Lucas. “I'm excited to work with you today!” He beamed with a big grin plastered on his face. “Oh, is this your lunch?” He gestured on the Tupperware you brought out.

“Yes.” You smiled. “But I don't think I could finish this alone, do you want to share it with me?” You're a big eater and you can definitely finish them by yourself, but you lost your appetite so it's better to let someone else eat it or else it's going to be a waste.

“Yeah! What the hell, I love wonton! Do I have to wait for lunch to eat this? Can I eat my half now?!” He yelled, which made you laugh. You opened them for him and let him dig in the food you prepared, “Eat as much as you can. Don't worry about me.”

Lucas is very easy to work with. He would just sit there and entrust his look at you. He never breaks out of a conversation and you actually enjoyed chatting with him.

Soon enough you finished working on his hair and you're already done dressing him. You're doing a few touches on his lips and you notice his face is scrunched up. “Is my hand smelly?” You joked, knowing too well that your hands smelled like vanilla. It's important for you to wear a scented lotion so it won't bother Kun once you get too close to his face, it's a good habit that you always do now.

“No.” He laughed. “But Y/N my clothes smelled too new. Like fresh from the store and just taken out of the package.” He joked but you know he’s telling the truth.

The ones they're wearing are sponsored by Celine and they can't wash because they have to be returned after the contract with them has expired. It was the reason why you always spray your cologne on Kun’s clothes so he won't have to smell them during the performance.

“Do you have perfume with you? We can spray it around the neck.” You suggested but he shook his head. “Okay, one second. I have a cologne here that you can use.” You said and looked for the cologne inside of your bag.

“Am I not going to smell like a girl?” He whined.

You chuckled. “No. It's a unisex cologne. You’ll only smell like baby powder, don't worry.” You winked at him. Lucas always wore a strong manly perfume so it's understandable that he's worried to smell like a woman.

Finally, you saw the bottle of cologne and were about to spray it on him when Kun harshly tugged Lucas out of the dressing room with him. “The show’s going to start soon.” He coldly said to Lucas, not giving you much attention. You were left there standing alone, with a spray bottle in your hand.

The show started half an hour later. You're all I think about when I'm awake Part of every night and every day And everything's a mess when you're away Now I know All of this is getting really old I'm having trouble sleeping on my own Feeling like a house but not a home I want you to know

The Resonance era came. Everyone's schedule was busy, even his. He was told that he’s going to have several recording schedules and a couple of music video rehearsals.

The NCT 2020 project is better than the last one. Everyone is included in NCT U, meaning no one was left behind. Kun was sorted with the vocalists of the group, hence the From Home unit. They were given the demo with the lyrics and made them listen to it. He was very excited especially when they were told that they will sing in their mother tongues.

A week later they were given the divided and distributed lyrics of the song. To his disappointment, he was literally just given two solo lines, three lines of lead and that's it. He tried shrugging it off and did his best to be grateful for it. It's still better than nothing. He thought.

Once again, he only showed his best and nothing else other than the best. NCT 2020 is the biggest project that the group has and if he wants to overturn his situation, he needs to give his best. Kun became so obsessed with popularity ranking that he’s starting to forget to have fun at work. He’s always comparing himself to the supposedly ‘popular’ members and tried acting like them.

You saw all of it. In a short span, you saw how Kun slowly started to lose himself as he tried becoming someone else he’s not. All he thinks about is the ranking that he fails to remember that he already has a solid fan base and loyal fans that will stick with him through thick and thin.

It's none of your business. That's what you continuously remind yourself of. It doesn't matter if you like him, it's his life and he has every right to live it the way he wants to live it. But the fact that nobody sees these unhealthy changes other than you, makes you feel more responsible for him.

Before the release of Resonance’s music video, the members were given early access to see them first. On a Saturday morning, Kun sat in his room and watched the music video alone on his bed. He started off excited but it died down as the video prolonged. He could barely find himself. It's almost like he wasn't even there. If he did not participate, nobody would ever notice that he wasn't there.

It was his last straw. His patience was emptied and he felt underappreciated. All he could think about are the injustice he’s getting both from the fandom and the agency. What he didn't notice is he’s not the only one that didn't get enough screen time in the music video. He’s not the only one that is almost always at the bottom of popularity rankings. He's not the only one that receives the least line distribution.

He was blinded by his dream that he lost the reason why he’s doing his best. For the fans. The fans that were there when he was nothing and now that he is a successful artist known worldwide.

It's Saturday and you always try to visit WayV during weekends. You bought groceries with you so you could cook them something for dinner. Carrying three grocery bags in one hand, you tried unlocking their door using the key they gave you. You opened the door and were welcomed by the silence of the dorm. Is nobody home?

You continued walking inside and went straight to the kitchen to put down the heavy bags you brought. From the kitchen, you saw a figure sitting on the floor in the living room area with his head resting on the couch. It's Kun. And drunk.

You quickly went to him and tried sitting him up, “Kun, are you okay?” He only shoved your hands away. “I can take care of myself.” He’s so drunk you can barely understand him. You held his arm again and tried helping him sit on the couch. “I know you do, but let me help you still. Okay?”

Kun did not just shove your hands away but also pushed you making you fall on your butt. You were so taken aback and looked at him surprised. He stood unsteadily and pointed at you. “I don't need you! Leave me alone! And don't you dare feel sorry for me ever again! Do you think I need your fucking pity? I was trying to be nice to you and tried showing you that I don't want anything to do with you but you're a fucking delusional! Just because of what? I showed you a bit of kindness when your freaking hamster died?! You have very low standards. I feel sorry for you! That's how it should be, not the other way around! You’ll throw yourself to anyone who shows you kindness how fucking sad is that? But that'll explain why you're so desperate for a dick-” A slap flew across his face the same time the door opened. Kun sobered up quickly.

The members stopped in their tracks after witnessing their leader getting slapped by you. Kun did not move an inch. The second he felt the stinging pain on his face was when he started replaying the words he said.

“What's happening?!” Ten asked aggressively. They didn't hear what their friend told you and there is no way in hell you’ll stay in that dorm with them if they'll blindly take Kun’s side.

You quickly grabbed your purse from the kitchen and left their dorm squeezing yourself through their bodies blocking the doorway, keeping your head low to hide the tears running down your face-- which you failed at miserably. Everyone, except Kun, follows your figure until you're out of their sight.

“What the fuck happened?” Ten asked again but this time to his friend. Ten got the gist of what's happening while eyeing the empty bottles of alcohol on the table. But it's still a mystery why someone like you- who's not capable of hurting someone, especially Kun- would do such a thing. “What? Is this about popularity ranking bullshit again?!”

“Ten.” Winwin grabbed Ten’s arm, stopping him from getting closer to Kun who's still not moving, yet audibly sniffing.

“Sure it's not a big deal for you, but it is to me! You don't understand shit because you're a crowd favourite! I’d be okay if I'm not at the bottom but I am. I've always been the last for how many years. I was the last when the group had 18 members, also the last when we had 21 and still the fucking last now we have 23. It feels like my efforts were constantly being overlooked. I am sick and tired of feeling like my best isn't enough to get what I deserve!”

“Kun you're the only one who thinks that way! We did our best to make you feel better, we helped you to get that obsession out of your system! You're forgetting why you joined this group in the first place! You came here because you wanted to sing, make music! Look what you're doing, you're constantly looking down on yourself. You're not being overlooked by everyone but one thing is for sure, you're the one who disregarded the support and love of the fans that believed in you and pushed the people who genuinely care for you. You should know that you're not a loser but you're definitely pathetically acting like one.” Ten walked out and slammed his bedroom door, leaving Kun seated on the couch with both of his hands on his face.

You’re all I think about when I'm awake Part of every night and everyday And everything’s a mess when you're away Now I know All of this is getting really old I'm having trouble sleeping on my own Feeling like a house but not a home I want you to know

WayV didn't have any schedule for three days. In those three days, Kun stayed in his room. He spent all his time reflecting on what he did and what Ten had said. Kun looked back on how consumed he was with jealousy and self-pity. Embarrassed to say that he's wrong and a coward to face people he hurt. Despite those, he did his best to fix himself and man up to apologize. He started with his members.

He would try to talk to them one by one but he remembered what he does best: taking care of them. Kun woke up earlier than usual, cleaned the dorm and cooked them breakfast. The members wake up just in time for breakfast, Kun quietly sets the table and they all without a word sit on their respective seats.

Kun watched his members eat breakfast in silence and decided that it's the best time to speak. “I'm sorry.” He said, fiddling with his fingers. “For being a pain and being self-centred. I did a lot of reflecting alone and realized my mistakes. I'm sorry.”

His members were just looking at him while he talked, chewing on their food. Ten shrugged and continued eating, “Took you long enough.” All of them also shrugged and went back to eating as if he didn't just pour his heart out on them, but that made Kun smile to himself. He’s forgiven.

The day they finally worked back on their schedule, Kun immediately looked for you the second he entered their dressing room. The space is not big and he could spot you instantly if you were there, but he stood there for a couple of minutes trying to comprehend that you weren't there. Kun approached your friend, Soyou, and asked her for your whereabouts.

It was obvious that she did not expect that Kun would look for you, her eyes shifted from one thing to another avoiding eye contact as much as possible, “She’s uh… She's off today, I guess? It's Sunday and she's always with her parents on Sundays.”

He knows for a fact that you're not always with your parents on Sundays because you have spent a good amount of your Sundays with them in their dorm before, but he shrugged. Maybe you really are with your parents.

Kun told you to leave him alone, so you did. You asked to get transferred to a different group. What he said was something you took into your heart. Call it pettiness, it didn't matter anymore how much you liked him, you were hurt and offended. You know you didn't deserve that so you got up and left.

You’d say it was easier working with Red Velvet if you weren't missing the very reason you decided to leave their group. The girls were just lovely and very sweet, most of them were soft-spoken with their own version of crazy sides. They were very sisterly and you were treated no different from them.

It's been a week since you left WayV. Yes, you were mad at Kun but you can't explain why you feel sad that you’re not seeing him and his members anymore.

Kun on the other hand is not doing any better, he's miserable. He’s used to sleepless nights, but not you being on his mind all the time. He starts his day thinking of you and ends it with you still in his mind. At first, he thought it's probably because of guilt, but he felt what feeling guilty was like before, and it's not it.

Every time he goes to their schedules, he would look for you. Resonance promotion is beating everyone's ass, but he's stressing out because he misses you too much. The sound of footsteps in the hallway always sounded like yours, he sees you in every crowd he went to, the sound of their dressing room opening constantly gives him mini heart attacks. As creepy as it may sound, he stole the clothes he wore at the music awards because they smelled like your perfume.

It only took him two weeks to realize that it's more than just owing you an apology. It's more than just wanting to make it up to you. It's clear to him that the crazy feeling he is feeling is just nothing, he reciprocated your feelings. He likes you just as much, if not more.

Kun still believes that you were on a vacation with your family and he genuinely wished you to have fun but wanted you to come back quickly. It was a mess without you near him, your presence alone puts everything in its rightful places. He knows you're all that he’s missing and he swore he will never waste a single second when you come back. He always thinks about how he would approach you when he meets you and how he would apologize and prepare himself for how you would react. He’s only getting a second chance once and he wanted to do it right.

Another week has passed and you're still out of sight. Kun sat in front of a mirror, a stylist he met for the first time fixed his hair. He didn't like how she did his hair, that's not how you do it, but he kept quiet. After his hair, he was told to change clothes and handed his attire. It became his habit to sniff the clothes he’s going to wear, it smelled nothing. His stylist fixed his lipstick and her hand did not smell like vanilla.

Your absence was slowly creating a hole in his heart. An empty void that no one can ever fill, just you. His days are dull and his nights are depressing. His weekends are tiring and his weekdays are drawn-out. He just wants to hold you close and never let you go.

That I just got this crazy feeling I've been making someone wait for me For me

A month. You're gone for a month and Kun is starting to ask more questions to your friend. Sure you’re on a vacation, but does the company even allow a month-long vacation during a heavy schedule of promotions?

“Just tell me where she is and I swear I'll leave you alone.” Kun almost begged Soyou. She would have told everything already if she didn't promise you not to tell him anything about the changes you made. This man is testing her loyalty with treats every day, now with a box of freshly baked macaroons. She's starting to hate you for making her go through this hardship.

Soyou rolled her eyes at him, “Now for the nth time Kun, I still don't know, okay? All I know is she's on a vacation with her parents. That's it!” She went past him getting a flatiron to style Yangyang’s hair.

“You're not telling me something. I can feel it” Kun insisted.

“Gege, she said she didn't know. Give her a break.” Yangyang interrupted. Kun told him to shut up and shoved the box of macaroons on his chest.

Soyou raised her eyebrows at Kun and pointed at Yangyang, “Listen to this baby right here. Give me a break. I don't know anything.”

“I'm not a baby. I'm twenty now.” Yangyang mumbled, munching on the treats.

Defeated, Kun gave Soyou a breather and did not ask any more questions. Kun slumped himself on his chair and took his phone out. His lock screen is WayV but when he opened it, his home screen was a picture of you and him on the first day of their first promotions. He changed it that one night he missed you the most. It was the only picture he could find of you and him, and he despises how he didn't put his arms around your shoulders or at least smile a little bit more back then. Nevertheless, you are still the most beautiful woman she's ever seen.

He stared at his home screen. You ought to come back. This is your job and you love doing this job. You have to come back, right?

A knock on their door echoed in their quiet dressing room, a man probably a few years younger than him, popped his head through the ajar door and scanned the room before setting his eyes on Kun. “Hey Kun, are you busy? The director wanted you to check the audio we're going to play for your performance later.”

“I think you should ask our manager Hyung for that.” Kun hesitatingly suggested, but it's true that it was the manager's job to keep everything checked out.

The boy scratched his nape, “I couldn't find your manager. I've been roaming around for 20 minutes and the director is losing his patience with me. Please?” Kun chuckled and got up from his seat to follow the boy.

Their performance is not going to happen in two hours. Kun is still wearing the clothes he wore from their dorm on the way here but his hair is already styled. He followed the boy to the audio room and did what he was told to do.

Kun walked back alone back to WayV’s room and walked past the MC’s busy dressing room. He took one quick glance at it and stopped in his tracks. He saw something awfully familiar in that room and he didn't know if he’s actually seen you or his mind is playing tricks on him again.

He took a few steps back to peek inside the room. And there you were. Busy putting makeup on Red Velvet’s Wendy who happened to be the host for today’s show. You’re not on vacation. You're here. Why would Soyou lie to him? Why would you ask Soyou to lie for you? He stood there for what seems like forever and watched you move.

He misses you. He wanted to greet you and ask how you have been, but the fact that you lied for being on vacation and now that you're clearly working for someone else made him rethink if it's a good idea to approach you.

“Kun! I've been looking everywhere for you!” Ten yelled as he ran towards him. Kun wanted to slap Ten’s mouth to shut him up but it's too late. You heard his name and are now looking at him.

Ten immediately caught up on the situation and was quick to remove himself from it “Actually… I'm good.” Then ran back to their dressing room.

Guess I need a watch to tell the time Guess I need the sun to help me shine And I really need you in my life Now I know

You played with your tall glass of chocolate milkshake, keeping your eyes on it, trying your best to avoid Kun’s stare who probably drank the whole teapot of green tea.

“You need to speak soon. I still have work to do.” You said coldly.

You’d be lying if you deny that you missed him. For all the years you stuck with WayV, you always found ways to check up on him, to visit him and talk to him. The past three weeks were as hard for you as it was for Kun.

Kun shifted in his seat and cleared his throat. He’s never felt this nervous since the day he has mistaken SM’s callback as a scam call. You finally looked up and caught his eyes. His eyes spoke a thousand words for him in a millisecond, but his lips were shut closed.

“Uhm… First, I-I'm sorry.” He lowered his head. “I am truly sorry for the words I have said. I won't even make excuses for it, I am wrong and you don't deserve them. Second… I never meant it when I said I don't need you because heaven knows how much of a mess I was without you.”

Your heart pounded so loud in your chest. What did he just say?

“I’m sorry I was so preoccupied with self-pity that I didn't realize this sooner. I like you and I need you. I overlooked your efforts to make me feel other than underappreciated. You were my number one fan, the person who truly believed in me when I didn't. Who takes care of me when I neglect myself. You were the one who became selfless when I was being selfish. If it wasn't too late- and god I hope it wasn't- I would like to take you out on a date please.”

You blinked at him. Unbelievingly comprehending what just happened. You probably look stupid now, but you couldn't care less. You came here expecting an apology from him and that's it. Never in a million years did you ever imagine him confessing to you.

“Y/N?” He called out to you.

“I-I don't know, Kun. What you said hurt me, you judged and accused me of something I am not.” You started. Kun stared at his fingers on his lap. It's understandable that you're turning him down and he couldn't blame you for it. “But I guess you can continue asking me out, maybe I could change my mind. No promises though.” You smiled at him.

He grinned back, showing his beautiful dimples. “That's good enough for me.”

~

Kun did not only show you how sorry he was, he also proved to you that he was serious about what he said. He pulled strings to know your schedule and would always find time to visit you.

It was his turn to bring you rice cakes at work and when Red Velvet won an award, he bought you a bouquet of flowers as if you're part of the group when you're only really responsible for their looks.

He would always wait for you to finish your work no matter how tired he was from practicing. He would just sit quietly in one corner and doze off. And when you wake him up, he would wake up with a smile on his face just happy to see you as soon as he opens his eyes.

For the first time, he visited you in your apartment and cooked you his specialty dish. He didn't let you raise one finger and just had you watch him cook. The two of you talked about yourselves and got to know each other pretty well. It was probably one of the most peaceful days Kun had in ages.

He persuaded and courted you for months. Kun slowly redeemed himself from the mistakes he's made, and you’re slowly forgiving him for hurting you. For the past weeks, Kun has been nothing but a sweetheart to you. He opened up to you about his past and his insecurities, his passion for music and the obsession he had with popularity ranking.

Kun was not afraid to show you his bare soul and you did the same. The feeling you had wanted to take care of him finally made sense. Looking at Kun now holds a different meaning. You're not just looking at the person you adored, but the person you love.

You smiled to yourself. It's time.

~

It's been three months since Kun apologized to you and is still trying to take you out on a date. Time flew, Kun didn't even notice that he’s been waiting for a date with you this long and he didn't mind one bit. The best ones always take their time.

Kun was busy promoting his new single with Xiaojun and he knows you were busy helping Red Velvet for their comeback. It's only been two days that he hasn't seen you, but it felt like an eternity.

He glanced at his phone to check if you sent him any text messages. None. He sighed and put his phone down. He's been texting you all day but you never replied, were you that busy? Did you forget your phone? He's worried, but he calmed himself down.

Kun and Xiaojun finished their schedule later than usual. It's almost 2AM when they get into the van that will drive them back home. Once again, he checked his phone but still nothing from you.

Xiaojun noticed him and chuckled to himself, “Lovesick?”

He smiled at the teasing. “No. I'm just worried. But I guess she was too busy. I'll try again tomorrow.”

About an hour later, they finally made it back to their dorm. Kun was practically dragging himself to the elevator and to their front door. He inserted the key and lazily opened the door with his body.

A loud pop of confetti was heard. Their ceiling was filled with helium balloons. There’s a 'CONGRATULATIONS KUN’ banner on the wall. Surprisingly, they’ve managed to turn their messy dorm look quite festive.

His members have party hats and red plastic cups. There is a feast on the table and the pets are locked in Ten’s room. Xiaojun came up a minute later wearing a knowing smile. He’s also in it.

“What's this for?” Kun asked with a smile on his face.

The members without a word gestured to his bedroom. He walked towards it, eyeing each of them cautiously. He could never trust these people with his life, they just played too many games and tricks on him he had enough trust issues for a lifetime.

He slowly turned the door open and he was welcomed with a fresh smell of numerous vanilla candles that are illuminating his whole room. There are rose petals on the bed and balloons all over the floor. There are cards of screenshots of appreciation and compliments from the fans that are hanging on the ceiling. Above his headboard is another banner, but this time it reads differently.

“Can you be my boyfriend?” Someone read it behind him. He turned around to see you standing with a plate of the same rice cakes you used to bring him. “Please?” You added with a grin plastered on your face.

Kun smiled and pulled you closer to his chest. You put down the plate of treats and snaked your arms around him. He gently pressed a kiss on your head, trying hard not to let his tears fall. He's overjoyed with what's happening that he lost his words.

You carefully pulled yourself away from him and looked him in the eyes. “You haven't answered my question yet. You're always making me wait Mr. Qian.”

He chuckled, “When did I ever make you wait? I was the one waiting for a date with you.”

“I’ve always liked you since 2016. I thought you already knew that?” You pouted.

Kun smiled and cupped your face, “And you won't need to wait for me anymore. I'd be crazy to make you wait longer than you should have. I love you Y/N.” He closed the gap of your lips and kissed you passionately, gaining groans and cheers from the members that are long forgotten.

“I would say get a room but we are in their room,” Hendery said before walking out and was quickly followed by the others.

That you give me this crazy feeling And you won't have to wait no more for me For me And I just got this crazy feeling I've been making someone wait for me

Okay. This is my second story and I still feel very nervous that I had to set this up on queue instead of manually publishing it lol.

If it's not too much to ask, I would love to know what you think of this one. Again, so very thankful to each and every one of you who read up to this point!

Next Story: Jaehyun | Memories

[haitanizzz]

!contains tokyo revengers manga spoilers!

cw: angst, swearing, alcohol mention, slight violence, blood/bruises mention, slight sa? (non-consensual kiss), spelling errors

characters: draken and inui

summary: draken gets drunk and got his ass into a fight. inui picks him up and takes care of him but draken can't seem to move on from emma. inui can't tell the difference between platonic and romantic attraction, kinda one-sided love?, draken basically being depressed lol also set in the timeline where they own a bikeshop together

note: i don't ship them but i don't have anything against the ppl who do, i just thought their relationship was a great angst material :) i rushed the end a bit tho cuz i was getting out of ideas lol hope you enjoy!! also big thanks to the people who requested from us and we're a bit slow, but we're working on them don't worry!<3

-L

"hey inui! inui! seishu are you okay?"

draken was having it rough for a few days now, his nightmares about emma coming back to him each night like a curse from the past. inui noticed that his friend was more tense around him or when draken would hesitate to call out to him, but he didn't say anything since he knew that mental health was a touchy subject for his partner because of a certain girl. he was having a hard time ignoring it though as it left a bad taste in his mouth, but he didn't know why. is it because draken is his dear friend or maybe it is because he was in love? ken was so nice to him and he was his friend because he was inui seishu and not somebody else, right? he was so lost in his thoughts he didn't even hear draken call out to him.

"huh?"

"i've called out to you 3 times already! you look like you've been stressing so much lately-"

"oh no, no! im totally fine don't worry about it, i was just daydreaming a little bit!" he said as he let out an awkward laugh.

draken flashed him a gentle smile and patted his back.

"if you say so! but don't hesitate to ask for anything if you're not feeling well, aight?"

"got it boss"

"hey! i told u stop with that!" he playfully scolded inui as both of them began laughing. "anyways i just wanted to ask if you could close the shop today? i'm going out with some friends to drink, so.."

"of course! you can count on me, just give me the keys and you can go!

"thanks inupi! i owe you one!"

it was already dark outside when draken began to pack his things and passed the keys to inui.

"don't forget to close it or i'll beat ya ass if anything is missing tomorrow!"

"yeah yeah, just go already!" inui said as he pushed his friend through the door of their office.

"see you tomorrow seishu! "

he woke up to his ringtone, phone buzzing on the table as he got up and tried to wipe the sleep from his eyes. he didn't even have the energy to look at who was calling him so he just picked it up.

"yeah! see ya!" he sighed and almost slammed the door shut on accident. he was nervous but why? he could feel a pit in his stomach like when something bad is about to happen but he ignored the feeling and chose to dose off for a small nap on the sofa that was in the office.

-

"hello?" he answered the phone with a groggy voice.

"hey inui! sorry to call you this late but i need you to come here!"

"kazutora? it's not often that you call me, what's wrong?" he was dumbfounded that kazutora callled him as they barley even kept contact with each other.

"it's draken."

"what?"

"that idiot got drunk and punched a dude."

"oh god, again? " inui pinched the bridge of his nose not wanting to get up and drive there because he didn't like dealing with drunk people especially when it was ryuguji who got drunk. "im coming don't worry, thanks for giving me a call kazutora.

"thanks inui, we're at the new bar, just 2 streets down. we'll wait for you at the entrance!" kazutora said and immediately hang up.

"i swear that dumbass is going to be my death one day.." inui murmured and grabbed his jacket and the keys to his bike. "thank god it's not that far, just 2 streets down or i wouldn't even go to get his drunk ass."

the engine of his motorbike roared as he stopped in front of a bar, that had neon lights around it. everything was so bright he got a little dizzy and almost had to close his eyes. he spotted kazutora and draken sitting together at a random shop's staircase that was next to the bar. he got up from his bike and began walking towards them and it was when he got closer, that's when he noticed the blood sitting on draken's white shirt and bruises all over his face.

"what the fuck happened?!"

the two of them jumped at inui's voice not expecting him to shout at them.

"sorry to drag you out to get him this late, i could've bring him home myself but chifuyu and the others are still in there and im kinda worried what would they do when there's nobody to look out for them." kazutora said as he slightly bowed his head as an apology.

"don't worry about it man, don't apologize." inui gave kazutora a slight smile as he took draken's arm around his shoulder to make sure he wouldn't fall. "i'll be taking him home now..thanks for looking out for him."

"it's nothing. have a safe drive and call me if something is up!"

"yeah will do!" inui said as he began walking back to his bike with now draken slumped over him. it was very strange that draken wasn't talking at all, he was usually very loud.

"im not a kid you know? i can take care of myself inupi."

"oh so you now know how to talk? and it didn't seem like you were doing so good, so just shut up and let me drive you home!"

draken let out a laugh as he sat on the back of the motorcycle and grabbed the spare helmet.

"aight, aight! just don't be so loud, my head is killing me.."

"i wonder why?" inui scoffed as he sat on the front. "just make sure you don't fall off or you'll have to go to the hospital by yourself."

the drive to draken's apartment was quiet. none of them talked, the only thing that was making noise was the motorbike and those few cars that passed them. they were almost there when inui felt arms wrap around his waist and felt some weight on his left shoulder and he tensed under draken's touch, his heart hammering in his chest.

"i swear to god if you puke on me-"

"are you mad?" draken's voice was soft, almost like when a child got caught stealing candies.

inui didn't answer not knowing what to say to a question like that so he just kept quiet.

they soon arrived to draken's apartment complex and inui parked his bike.

none of them said a word and seishu helped his friend up the stairs, then to his door. keys jingled as draken searched his pockets and struggled to fit the key to his door inside the keyhole. inui gently pushed him away and opened the door and draken almost immediately went and crashed on the couch. seishu shaked his head and closed the door behind him, took off his shoes then followed draken to his livingroom.

"come on man, we need to get you patched up and change! i promise you can sleep all you want after we're done." draken just groaned and put his head on inui's shoulder s a sign to help him to his bedroom.

"i think the booze is really starting to get to me.." draken said as his words were slightly slurred from the alcohol he had consumed. inui helped him up and staring walking towards draken's room and sat him down onto the bed and turned on the lights. draken hissed at the sudden brightness and inui just let out a chuckle then went to the bathroom to get the first-aid kit. he came back with the box and sat next to draken and grabbed his chin.

"come on this gonna hurt a bit, but i'll be as careful and quick as i can so bear with it 'kay?" the tatted male just hummed as an answer and inui took it as a sign to start cleaning his bruises. he started dabbing under his eye first, then right under his jaw with careful movements. draken didn't seem to be giving any reaction so he just continued until his eyes sat on his slightly busted lip. seishu looked away for a moment then went to dab the sanitizer on his lip when draken took a hold of his wrist and he dopped the cottonball he was holding.

"what's wro-" seishu's words were cut off when draken kissed him. inui's whole body froze as memories from his high school years started to pry at his mind and tears filled his eyes. he didn't know what to do. was it the right thing that he just sat there without doing anything but his hands shaking? he will never know the answer to that. he only came back to reality when draken pulled away and smiled at him with red dusting his cheeks, inui didn't know if it was from the alcohol or because draken was embarrassed.

"i love you..emma." draken whispered against inui's neck and passed out. seishu couldn't process what was happening and his chest started to hurt. he quickly pushed draken off of him (who surprisingly didn't even budge) and stood up with wide eyes, tears threatening to spill out of them. he didn't even bother to pack the first aid kit as he was almost running to the door. he slammed the shop's keys on draken's kitchen island and left.

-

the next morning draken woke up with a headache.

"..what happened?" he said as he looked through his room, the first-aid kit on the floor. he tried to remember what happened last night as he went to get dressed for work.

he was confused when inui didn't came to work that day.

[rainbow-dot]

Aight, these are my theories for WANDAVISION:

•MORE THAN OBVIOUS THAT WANDA IS CONTROLLING EVERYTHING. Proof: First Vision tries to pass that door with her but she is not able to pass like Vision said “I only can pass myself trough objects/humans and i can’t bring anything/anyone else w me” but then Wanda changes that at her like by making Vision pass with her trough the chair. When Vision’s boss is dying Vision doesn’t do anything, when he actually could have done something the first moment he saw him choke, but he just looks at Wanda waiting for her to give him the command to save him, also the Boss’ wife tells Wanda to “Stop it” not her husband. Also, the Boss was choking bc he was humiliating Wanda when he was asking about the marriage and she didn’t know the answer. Dottie also tells Wanda that she doesn’t like them and she is very mean to her, but then she wins the talent show, meaning Wanda made that change to. At the end of ep 2 Wanda sees the “Beekeeper” and she confidently says “no, u are not going to get in here, this is my life, my choice” and just turns back time.

•AGNES IS DEFINITELY AGATHA HARKNESS, she is a bad witch and i think that she is with Wanda in this, like maybe Wanda called for help and Agatha just came as a godmother fair lol and told her about pocket dimensions, she maybe sold it to her like a “good thing” but maybe she is just trying to extract Wanda’s magic for herself cause our girl is super powerful and everybody wants this. Now what i think about this part is that Wanda really kidnapped a whole town and made them be part of her simulation and Agatha introduced herself in there and she is the only one that Wanda can’t have control over, if you see Agnes in ep1 when she brings food Wanda tries to get her out of there, which will usually work with anyone, but it takes a lot to make her go, also Agnes comes back again at the front door this time making Wanda nervous, in ep2 she also humiliated her by saying that her clothes are a bad choice. Then, in a trailer (i don’t remember which one exactly, maybe the second one where Vision is dressed for Halloween) Agnes is dressed as a witch and literally gives creepy vibes, that’s also a sign of what is she.

•Okay so bc Wanda kidnapped the whole town and created a magic shield for no one to enter, S.W.O.R.D appears (you can see the logo in the Beekeeper and also Monica in one trailer for a split of sec) bc S.H.I.E.L.D is like half dead at this point so they take over and tries to reach to Wanda thought the field, but maybe they make her angry cause suddenly Monica Rambeau is in the dimension acting a lil strange so Wanda just kidnapped her and put her there but bc she is like a well trained agent (and basically the next Captain Marvel) she somehow gets to fight over Wanda’s mind control and tries to reach out to her real herself, but it blurry and messy. Like when she meets Wanda she hesitates a little bit to answer when she asks for her name and is very nervous around Wanda, like she is terrified, maybe her subconscious is telling her to be cause Wanda is her captor.

•ALSO THIS IS THE MOST IMPORTANT AND EXCITED THING FOR ME. Are we getting an X-Men crossover?? Cause S.W.O.R.D is mostly composed of X-Men members like Beast, Cable, Magneto, ABIGAIL, etc. so maybe we getting Cable or Magneto? this guiding by Deadpool’s change of timeline, but maybe when Cable said that he would stay around it was in order for him to be part of S.W.O.R.D or sum? (which btw, will be super weird seeing Josh as Cable in MCU after him being Thanos lol maybe Wanda is gonna kill him looool) BUT WHAT I KNOW IS THAT if you go to cast list for WandaVision on google you get Evan Peters as “Quicksilver” old if they made a mistake and they wanted to put Aaron instead of Evan, but if we get Evan that officially means that X-Men are coming into MCU now that Disney bought Fox. If we get Aaron it will be fucking amazing, but... i don’t think is happening...

•WHERE IS WANDA’s ACCENT AT? She is supposed to have an accent, like in every movie, but suddenly she doesn’t have it. Could this be bc she is kinda ashamed of herself? like she wants to pretend she is not Wanda Maximoff, the one that everyone fears of, the Sokovian chick that hurt people by accident.

•LASTLY, COMING BACK TO VISION, notice how imperfect he is? he is a robot and in AOU he is presented as a perfect being who knows everything except human emotions/actions, he indeed tries to understand them but as we take a look in Infinity War while he tries to be human we see him stiff, still very robot like, knowing and sensing everything which kinda annoys Wanda bc she just wanted to be with him in peace. Well in the series he is awkward, very socially awkward, he also forgets things, like the 23 heart heart thingy, he really acted like a typical husband, just exactly what Wanda wanted, a typical relationshiop where husband forgets things and then messes up, but the funny thing about that part is that he says “I know everything” but he didn’t know what 23 heart meant, Wanda made him imperfect with real human struggles.

anyways, i need more of this show.

(edit: i know i made grammar errors, forgive me but english ain’t my first language and after all these years i still make mistakes while writing, also i was very emotional and excited while writing this lol.)

[phoenixrising0308]

Our Life Together: The Journey (Part 2): Magnolia

Books: The Royal Romance - Royal Heir

Rating: M (Mature content and implied sexual activities)

Pairing: Liam & Jessica Garcia (MC)

Triggers: Sexual innuendo

Disclaimer

Our Life together timeline: This is still within Agent Phoenix A/U and its stories about Jessica & Liam’s relationship as live-in partners and married life. Character traits don’t always remain the same. Stories using this timeline are meant for challenges or requests. catch up here

Chapter Summary: The future Queen of Cordonia has a heart-to-heart with her mother, the current Queen Consort. This is a companion piece to The Journey, another story written for this challenge.

Chapter Song inspiration: Cover me in sunshine - P!nk

Word Count: 4,000*As always, forgive my typos and grammatical errors.*

Average reading time: 10 minutes

Math Class

He was excited to be in her class this year; it was the advanced class. His mother was the Educational Liaison, and he knew that he had to focus. He couldn’t be distracted, but with her in his class, he was nervous.

He was fifteen and he was starting to have feelings for someone that he thought he shouldn’t. She was popular and everyone wanted to get close to her. Somedays in class, he would find himself staring at her through his thick bifocal glasses. He hoped that maybe she was into them because he hated contacts. He would daydream about her, wondering if she even noticed him in that way. Or noticed him at all other than just a classmate and friend.

He was going to study abroad. If he was selected for the young architect’s program, he would be spending the summer in Italy. The winners were going to be announced at the Spring Gala. He would be going anyway but maybe he could ask her to be his date.

His love of building things came from his father. But he just didn’t want to build things, he wanted to design them. He was worried that if he left, any chance he had would be gone. She would just forget him. So, he decided he would just start bumping into her.

He knew her schedule; his mother developed it. So he got on her laptop and printed it out. Her schedule was that every Wednesday, she had political science at 12 pm taught by Sir. Elton. French afterward taught by Ms. Dubois. There was something that happened monthly, it was called L&L. He wasn’t sure what that meant but he was waiting for it to happen. It occurred on the 8th. But he knew she would be pulled out of class for something on her schedule. It occurred every two weeks on Friday. It was labeled ’Magnolia Day’ the location was his mother’s office.

Her bodyguard came to escort her. She stood up and the class stood on their feet. If you were a male, you bowed your head. If you were a female, you curtsied. You didn’t move an inch until she exited the room. She turned to her class and said, “Thank you. Please excuse me.” She turned to her bodyguard and said, “Tatum, it doesn’t hurt to smile.”

“I’m sorry, your Royal Highness. I will try.” He gave her a soft smile.

Private office- Educational Liaison

“Feel better? Liam told me to keep an eye on you. But you do seem off.”

“I had too many donuts and champagne for my birthday.”

“That was five days ago.”

“Ehh I’m not 25 anymore. Bounce back ain’t wait it used to be. I have a bit of a headache and I’m tired but that’s all. Thanks for letting me use your office. You know how important it is to me. Especially since I lost my mom around this age. I’d never miss it.”

“Of course, Jessie.”

The Liaison walked out.

Lilyana curtsied as she said, “Mommy.” To the woman whose job she would one day take. She could only hope to be just like her.

Jessica smiled at her daughter fondly, “Alright, Mi Muñequita (my little doll) have a seat.”

They both sat down by a window that faced the schoolyard. A servant placed a silver tray before them. It was still in its original packaging. A white paper bag with the store logo “Magnolia Bakery.” Her mother preferred it that way. In the bag were One large Banana pudding, two plastic spoons, and one buttercream cupcake.

“Mom, I’m happy you feel better. I thought you would skip today. You haven’t been feeling well lately. ”

“Nope, never. Don’t worry about me. Besides Daddy is on my case enough about going to the Doctor’s so I will. But enough about me it’s Magnolia day.”

“Mom, did you ever just wonder if a guy liked you? You know like, liked liked you?”

Jessica took a spoonful of pudding and sighed as she swallowed. “His name is Liam Rys. You call him Daddy once known as Shinny man.”

Lilyana’s eyes got wide and said, “Daddy? Really, you didn’t think Daddy didn’t like you?”

“Lil, I felt like I had to yank it out of him. He was really just that shy.” Jessica reminisced of their first night on the boat and how bashful he was. She had to kiss him and frequently assured him all social season she wanted to be with him.

Lilyana looked at her spoonful of pudding in confusion as she thought of just how in-love her parents were. She knew she would always have high standards towards how a boy treats her after seeing how her Dad was with her Mom. But the idea of her mom EVER having to guess her Dad’s affections sounded insane.

She said, “But Daddy always looks at you like you’re the only person in the room!”

Jessica smiled, “And I’m so grateful for that… Lil, I mean, maybe this guy is just shy.”

“What do you mean?”

Jessica smiled at her daughter, “Come on now, future Queen. You’re gonna have an important job someday. You’re pretty, you’re bright, you’re a literal Princess. Boys are bound to get tongue-tied with you.”

“But I’m really just a regular girl.“

“To us, you are. I’m a mom to you and Leigh. I’m a wife to your Dad. I’m an Aunt to your cousins. I’m so many things about Lil. Sometimes, it surprises me when I have to remind myself that even though I’m just Jessica to my family and friends, to Cordonia, I’m their Queen.”

Lilyana sighed and played with her pudding, “Sometimes, the Royal treatment and title gets old…I was going to ask Uncle Leo on L and L day on some tips to not be so royal. Try to, like to, tone it down a notch. I mean Tatum is really on top of me but Uncle Leo escaped a lot.”

Jessica thought to herself, ‘Oh No! Him. Not him.’ Not wanting her loveable train wreck brother-in-law who abdicated giving her impressionable daughter tips of any kind. Liam would have a stroke and he already started freaking out at the touch of gray he spotted in the mirror when she had to kick him out of the bathroom when got sick in the morning.

She reached across the table to place a hand on her daughter’s hand, “Lil, you are who you are and you don’t have to change anything about yourself to be liked! Even being a Princess. It’s a big title until they get to know you for you and see just Lilyana. Then, it just becomes an extra thing. Look at your Dad, he is still Liam to me. I love your Dad very much, Lil. I love him for the things that make him who he is. He is loving, kind, generous, and is so hard-working. I would love him no matter his job. You are still Lilyana and you just happen to be a Princess and someday a Queen Regent. You will lead us; As the first woman to hold the job in a century, as a Latina, and as a woman of color. You think my mother left Puerto Rico to dumb it down for a man. No, she didn’t. She didn’t teach me that either. You are going to shatter a few glass ceilings and my job as your mother is to give you the hammer. Never change yourself for anyone just to be liked. If someone can’t accept you for who you and what you will become they don’t deserve you. Be you, always be you.”

Lilyana shook her head, “I get Mom. I don’t want him to think that I’m not interested because he isn’t nobility.”

Jessica put her spoon down with a raised brow, “Do you want to tell me? Or am I going to have to wait till our next Magnolia day?”

“Well… promise me you won’t laugh. You know him.” Lilyana bit her lip and a faint blush appeared on her cheeks.

“Lil, I would never laugh at you. I’m happy that you can come to me.” Jessica reassured with a warm smile.

“Okay, so I have these feelings about…A friend.”

Jessica smirked and tapped the table, “Shut up! Jack-Jack!”

Lilyana blushed and looked down at the table.

Jessica smiled and tried not to have an embarrassing mom moment about her daughter’s crush but it was too precious to her not to aw at.

“I’m speechless! Lil, he is SO cute. Love the glasses. His mom picked them.”

Lilyana groaned and slumped in her chair, "I just don’t want to embarrass myself by being too obvious and I know Tío Mateo would tell me to let him make the first move, Tío Adam would tell me to sit next to him at lunch, Aunt Hana would tell me to make him a card, and Aunt Olivia would tell me to beat him in gym class and if he can accept my victory in public AHHHH it’s pointless…He seems like he doesn’t even notice me. What should I do?”

Jessica smiled and said, “Just be yourself and I’m sure Jack-Jack will feel the same.“

“Really?”

“Absolutely. Now take half of the cupcake or the whole thing is mine.”

Liam and Jessica’s Bedroom

Liam laid on the bed with a book in his hand with his glasses on as he watched his wife get ready for bed.

“Hey Love, how was Magnolia day?”

Jessica slipped a nightgown on her and walked over to her husband, giving him a kiss as he snapped the book closed. She grinned at him, “Very empowering and she confessed.”

Liam took a deep breath and said, “Drake said he caved too. So, what do we do?”

Jessica finished getting ready for bed as she said, “I think we just let it play out. He is a sweet boy, we have known him forever. Jack-Jack is considerate, he can be a quiet kid, he has never gotten into trouble his whole life. I couldn’t pick a better boy for Lil.”

Liam did not feel the same, “Jessica. I was a quiet one too. I’m sending her away! I would die of a broken heart but it’s necessary. Until then she won’t be going to the hedge maze and NO way is she going to the Walker ranch again. EVER! Bianca is beside herself with the possibilities. Why aren’t you out there with a telescope and doing something about this!? You have my access code go to the armory and take what you need. STOP IT THIS!”

Jessica chuckled as she got into bed, "Liam, stop.” She teased before cuddling up to him, “She is a good girl and a smart girl and he’s a good kid…She’s got to grow up eventually.”

“Yeah, when she’s 21…Actually, 25. You know what just let me die.”

Jessica kissed him and he deflated. He said, “I know. I just don’t like the idea of her dating.”

“He’s Jack-Jack. Still the little boy you would carry over your shoulders, still the boy you would take to the museum and still the boy that runs over to watch the Michael Bublé Christmas special with you.”

“He’s a boy. A teenage boy! Who could sing! He is fully aware of his body and what he would like to do to her with it. He is probably in his room just thinking about her and I can’t even say it.” Liam punched his wife’s pillow shocked that she wasn’t upset 'Motherhood has made you soft. I want my cop wife to come out of retirement.’

“Liam…Did you do anything as a teen? The type of thing you’re thinking about?”

Liam hesitated, “It’s soooo different I wasn’t supposed to have this job besides Isabelle was horrible I regretted it. Then there were a few do-overs with her. It never got better then I tried my luck a couple of girls… and then there was you and that was the end of that.”

“Okay, when you first met me. You were a grown man and I had to kiss YOU.”

Liam smirked, “That’s changed.” As he planted kisses down Jessica’s neck. She smiled and hummed in her throat before saying, “Point being, you were a good kid and became a gentleman and Jack-Jack will do the same.”

Liam stopped kissing and rolled his eyes with a heavy sigh, “Fine, but they will NOT be left alone for too long at a time.”

“Of course but I don’t think we have to worry about that for a while.”

Jessica turned and bit her lip and said, “I love it when you wear glasses BUT.” she gently removed them from his face. And Liam turned off his reading light. And turned his attention to his wife.

School

A week went by and Jackson grew more and more nervous as time went by. The Spring Gala was next week away but he feared every day he waited, he risked another more popular boy to swooping in her accepting their offer. She seemed to always attract every boy’s attention without trying and she ignored them all. If she ignored them, then he feared he had no hope at all.

He tried to talk to her but the stupidest ideas came out of his mouth. Today, he wanted to ask her to the gala and somehow he ended up asking for a pencil when he had one in his hand already…He wanted to crawl in a hole as she simply just smiled at him and asked if he felt well.

Walker Palace Quarters

“Hey Kid, what’s wrong?” Drake greeted his son at the door of their home and the boy shriveled up with a frown.

“Dad, I can’t ask her. Every time I try, something stupid comes out of my mouth!”

Drake wasn’t the most emotional or expressive man but he couldn’t help a slight smile towards his boy.

“You’re young, it happens. But you’ll never know until you ask her. What is the worst thing that could happen?”

“She could laugh at me or tell me I’m gross or tell everyone I’m a weirdo or-”

Drake placed a hand on his shoulder, “Stop. You’re starting to sound like a teenage Liam. I would throw things at him to get him to stop. Is that what I got to do to you? Even though that did work and then I had to throw things at Garcia so he could have a reason to talk to her. Please don’t make me throw things at my niece.”

“Dad, be serious.” He whined as Drake shook his shoulder to snap him out of it. Drake replied, “I always am.” He sighed and continued, “Jack-Jack, you know her, you’ve known her entire life. It feels like when I just met her and held her in my arms. You guys were together all the time. I remember having to stop you, Lil, and Uncle Leo from drawing on the walls at the capitol with red crayons that he gave you both! Or watching you two peeling chicky nuggets in front of the TV. Now, would she really do that to you?”

Jackson Jr. thought about it. He thought of her kind blue eyes, her warm smile, her disposition.

“…no, I guess she wouldn’t do that.”

Drake let go of his shoulder and said, “Alright, the worst she could say is no.”

“But…What if she is creeped out and doesn’t want to talk to me again?”

Drake huffed, “You’re both 15, you’ll both chalk it up as a crush you used to have and move on and another girl will come along.”

“Do you think she would really say yes?”

Drake shrugged, “You look at me and I am pretty fucken good looking. I think she will.”

Drake grew silent a moment before saying, “Son…Have we had… The talk?”

Jackson jr. covered his face, “God, Dad!”

“Hey, I don’t feel like me and Liam getting into it because you two got too handsy or an accident happened because you’re a dumb horny teen. She is a good girl and you have to know-”

“STOP. Please, Dad. I haven’t even kissed anyone yet!! Besides, Mom already covered that in 9th grade. She made a few comments about Aunt Sav that I thought was pretty funny yet savage at the same time.”

Drake huffed in relief, “Thank God. I don’t want to have that talk any more than you do.”

“Then why bring it up?!”

“I had to know you two aren’t going to get busy at this age, that’s why. I will ground you forever if you do anything at all at this age especially with Garcia and Liam’s little girl. Her Uncle’s one is a Duke and let’s forget the other one with a whole armory at his disposal at Lythikos with whatever fuck he has going on with Olivia. You’re a hormonal teen boy and people can get caught up in the moment, the least you can do is know about con-”

Jackson covered his face as his glasses fogged from the heat of his face, “Urgh…Am I excused from this conversation? PLEASE?”

Drake nodded urgently with a groan and pinched his nose bridge, “Yeah, yeah get the hell out of here.”

Jackson went to go to his room but Drake stopped him, “Hey kid, why not surprise her with something? Think of something she is into and show her how much you noticed by surprising her with it before asking her.”

He thought and nodded, a small smile forming. “Thanks, Dad mind if I ask you a few questions?”

School

Lilyana constantly talked to Jackson and vice versa but it was always about such mundane things that it disappointed her. All of last week went by with him avoiding her, getting quiet, asking for things that didn’t make sense.

'Maybe he really doesn’t like you? Maybe he knows you like him and it’s weird now? The idea made her stomach sink. It was now Thursday, the day before her Magnolia Day with her Mom. Spring Gala was coming up and she had turned down so many boy’s offers’s hoping Jackson would ask her.

'Mommy would tell me. I don’t need a guy to take me. I can go by myself. Yes, I can go by myself. Pff I’m badass like my mom. You don’t like me OH WELL. She thought as she got her book bag ready next to Tatum.

She suddenly heard someone behind her that Tatum didn’t stop knowing it was a friend. She turned to see a flustered Jackson and her face lit up.

“L-Lilyana?”

“Hi, Jack.” She smiled and he smiled back.

“Um…” He wrung his hands. He had been acting so strange lately, she wondered if it was a bad thing.

“Yes?”

“Would you…I have something to show you. But my Mom or someone will have to take us there after school…If you want to, that is!”

“Oh, Sure. I’d love to. Let me just ask Mom and Dad-”

Tatum smiled and said, “No need, your Highness. Your parents told me this was okay to do as long as I go with you of course on the ride. In fact, I’ll drive.”

Lilyana looked surprised but nodded. Tatum drove her many places, it was a part of his duty. The strange part was her parents already agreeing.

“Oh…Okay then.” She awkwardly giggled and Jackson did the same as they got ready to go.

The ride was awkward. Lilyana saw him nervously shaking his leg as she tried to make small talk. She opted for glancing out the window, wondering if it was some special day she forgot about and Jack was just the messenger. Tatum escorted her out of the car and to the building with a round roof. She was pleasantly surprised to see them enter a building that she had never been before but always wanted to go to.

“An observatory?”

He nodded, “Yeah…I know you always liked the stars so I decided this would be a neat place…Is it?”

Lilyana beamed, “Are you kidding?! I love it!”

They went inside and Tatum merely stood to watch at the door, the area already cleared.

She instantly went to an astronomy chart to look at a few constellations. She gasped as they entered the room further with blackened windows at the top but a projector as well that projected the room in shimmering stars all around them.

Then, it hit her.

“Wait…Jack, was this your idea?”

He nodded shyly.

“But why? I was starting to think…Well, that you didn’t like me anymore or something.”

Jackson looked surprised, “What? No! I just…I was just really nervous. I’m sorry.”

Lilyana waited, hope rising in her as he looked at her. He mumbled, “I…I wanted to ask you to the Spring Gala. If you say no, then I get it! Just…Please don’t think we can’t be friends anymore.”

“What? Why would I ever think that?”

Jackson blushed deeply, “Well…Because I…I sort of…Like you.” He looked down and like he wanted to run and hide. Lilyana blushed herself as butterflies fluttered in her stomach. She shyly tucked her hair behind her ear and looked at the ground herself.

“O-oh…How long have you?-”

“Since we were 7.”

Lilyana smiled to herself as Jackson nervously waited. She said, “I…Like you too.”

“You do?” He looked shocked as she giggled and nodded.

“Yeah, I just thought you didn’t like me anymore because maybe you knew and thought it was weird because I’m a princess and you know like the future Queen.”

“No way! It’s really cool. Actually, we haven’t had one in a long time. I personally know the next Queen. We shared crayons, who gets to say that? A woman leading Cordonia I love the idea! I dare anyone say anything about it your dad would flip and so would your mom and my dad. I mean, you’re…You. I didn’t think you even liked me like that at all. I’m not…I’m not a Prince and-”

Lilyanna bit her lip as he rambled and felt so nervous and excited she might throw up but quickly decided to rush over and peck his cheek to silence any doubt. She drew back her lips just as quickly as it was planted, beyond shy but eager to let him know she had a crush on him too.

“Jack…I’m Lil. I’m not a Princess when I’m with you. That’s what I like about you is that you treated me like a normal girl. I mean…You knew I love the stars just like my parents and it was my favorite thing growing up. No other boy knows that. And you went out of your way to show me…Thanks.”

Jackson’s eyes were wide behind his glasses as he touched the cheek she kissed. He grinned widely, “So is that a yes?”

Lilyana laughed and nodded before stepping back towards him. “Yes, I’d love to be your date to the spring gala. I’ve…Kind of been waiting for you to ask for awhile.”

The teens gazed at each other before Jackson took a leap of faith and gently kissed her. Lilyanna tilted her head as they both gave a quick, awkward, sweet kiss.

“See now you get to say you were the future Queen’s first kiss.”

—-

“YES! That’s my fucken kid!” Drake beamed with pride behind the glass in the room as Jessica and Drake’s wife awed at them. She turned to Jessica and said, “Stargazing is a classic.” Jessica said, “It’s so good.” Liam didn’t know how to feel. He accepted it but he was watching them like a hawk. He thought to himself 'Lil that was your first and last kiss. You are your mother’s daughter. Once we started we didn’t stop. We are still going at it. So NO!’

The teens pulled away blushing and smiling as they busied themselves looking at the stars.

“Oh My God look! Awww, they’re so cute together. Oh god, they are holding hands!!” Jessica awed at them as she laid her head on Liam’s shoulder.

Liam sighed with an ache in his chest, “It’s so hard seeing her grow up.” ‘Drake and the damn stars. I know just how many times that worked. Now, this can do it anytime with fake stars! Pffff. It’s time to call in reinforcements.’

Jessica saw the wheels on her husband’s head-turning. Jessica rubbed his arm and held him close.

—

Magnolia Day

Jessica acted like she didn’t know anything but Lilyana was on cloud nine.

“Wow, you’re in a good mood for pudding.”

Lilyana beamed at her mom, “He asked me to be his date to the gala.”

Jessica grinned and acted surprised, “He did? Did you say yes?”

“Yes.”

Jessica smiled, “Oh Lil, that’s wonderful! Aw, you two are going to be so cute! We are getting as many pictures as possible.”

“He…We kissed…Don’t tell Daddy, he’ll be so mad.”

Jessica gasped with a grin, “Lil, you did? How was it?”

Lilyanna shrugged, “It was…Nice. His glasses bumped me in the nose. They fogged up a bit too.”

Jessica laughed and took a spoonful of pudding, “ Yea I’ve been there with Daddy. It takes time. I remember one time he was so excited to kiss me he cut my mouth but to be fair it was a while since the last time we kissed. And even after all these years when he wears his and we kiss they still fog up. Both you’re both new at it.” Jessica had tears in her eyes.

Lilyana smiled, “Mommy, don’t cry.”

“I know, I know. You’re just growing up faster than I ever imagined.”

“I love you.”

Jessica gave a tender smile and held her daughter’s in her hands just as her mother used to. “I love you too, Mi Muñequita.” Jessica took a deep breath and said, “So it’s my turn to tell you something. I’m worried about it.”

Lilyana’s eyes got wide, “Mom, did results come back?”

—

Maze Garden

“Congrats! So Italy, how do you feel?”

“Lil, I’m gonna miss you.”

“Jack, I’m not going anywhere. I will be here when you get back.”

Jackson took a deep breath and was trying to find the words when all of a sudden a spotlight blinded him.

“Take it easy there Casanova. I want to see your hands.” Leo walked over to the couple with an oversized flashlight

Mateo held a shiny object that reflected in the light “I heard you like to sing. I think I can get you to sing higher notes if I just flicked my wrist with this dragger.”

Adam walked over with a baseball bat from his hiding spot.

Jackson bowed his head “Duke Asterford.”

Adam said, “Yea I don’t give a shit about titles. It seems like you were gonna ask our niece to be your girlfriend. I don’t know how I feel about that Mateo, how do you feel about it?”

“I don’t know. I mean did you ask one of us? ” Mateo pointed to himself, his brother, and Leo.

Then Mateo let out a whistle and said “ Pana (buddy) did this kid ask your permission?”

Liam walked from behind the well holding a polo mallet “No. No. He did not.”

Mateo admired the design on the blade looking at it as he spoke, “You see Drakey Jr. you got to ask her Papi (Daddy). Always the daddy first. I mean I can always talk to YOUR dad I never settled the score over the cake he threw in my face.”

Lilyana shouted “Daddy! You’re spying on me!? Wait Tío is the Zenobia’s -”

Mateo looked at the dagger in his hand and said, “Yes, Rubí (Ruby) let me borrow it.”

Liam swung his polo mallet and pointed it at Jackson. “YOU!”

“You have a polo mallet!” Lilyana shouted

“Lil, I’m prepared. ANYTHING can happen in the maze garden. ANYTHING. Could be a terrorist or a teenager.”

Leo pointed to Jackson and said, “Who do you think taught your father? Then he pointed to Lilyana and then said “father to stargaze!? But you’re fucken smarter than all of us with a fucken projector. Why the fuck didn’t I think of that shit? Man, all the -.”

Mateo interrupted “El otero (the other one) We don’t give a shit right now about the -”

Adam clapped his hands “Hey. Focus!”

Jackson collected his thoughts and remembered the script he practiced with his Aunt the Queen. When he asked her if she wouldn’t mind them dating.“Te pido perdón, nunca fue mi intención ofenderte.” (I ask you for your forgiveness. It was never my intention to offend you.) Jackson paused and then he added his own words “Lil, is her own person it’s the reason I like her so much she is witty, funny, and she keeps me guessing. I’m not intimidated by her at all. It’s kind of like how you feel about Aunt Jessie. She wasn’t like all the girls you met; she was a thinker. I would like the future Queen of Cordonia to be my girlfriend.

Lilyana smiled “I would like that Jack. I would like that a lot.”

Mateo looked at Liam and said, “Fuck man, you are sleeping on the couch you know that right?”

Leo picked up his phone “Sorry my wife is calling me gotta go.”

Liam rolled his eyes and said, “Leo your phone didn’t even ring.”

“We just have they type of relationship. You know soulmates. I’m not digging my grave for you. Goodnight and good luck.” Leo quickly exited the maze.

“Damn Liam. I’m sorry but it’s every man for himself right now.” Adam sighed. “Listen, I can have Hana try to calm her down. Maybe you’re only on the couch for a night or two but I can’t make any promises man.”

Liam threw his polo mallet on the ground and looked at Jackson. “I’m watching you! Nothing below the neck. NOTHING! I’m no pendejo (idiot) Jack-Jack! I will know. ” He turned to his brothers-in-law and said, “God, she knows me.” Then stormed off like a child.

—

Liam and Jessica’s Bedroom.

Jessica sat in bed as Liam collected a pillow and a blanket. Flustered by Jackson’s wingman.

“Jess, you know where to find me.”

“Liam.”

“You want to come to bed, or so you want to sulk?”

“Jack-Jack is shoving his tongue down our daughter’s throat now. I will sulk until I die. Grrr. The face Jackson gave me like yeah I’m gonna score with your daughter. You just wait Uncle Liam.”

Jessica laughed “No. He didn’t you are so dramatic Liam. Jessica tapped the bed

Liam looked at himself in the mirror and combed his hair with his fingers. “Jess, I have gray hair. My daughter is dating a boy. Our son’s voice is starting to crack so then I’m gonna have to talk to him before Leo does.” Liam threw himself on the bed “Love everything is happening so fast.” He covered his face with his hands.

“So it sounds like you’re overwhelmed so I will table it and tell you another time.”

Liam turned to his wife and said, “Tell me what?”

Jessica smiled “What are you doing on November 28th?”

“Jess, I don’t even know what I’m doing tomorrow other than super cereal Sunday with the kids and you.” Liam did a quick calculation and said, “November is like nine moments from now”

Jessica smiled at her husband “Yea it’s nine months from now.”

Liam’s eyes got wide “WAIT! Jess. Oh my God, Love.”

[becomewings]

Timelines: 20 May Year 22 (Father)

“The world spun and twirled when I closed my eyes. My brain froze. What should I do now? How should I live?

After I regained consciousness, I found myself looking at NamJoon’s number. Even in this situation, or because of this situation, I was longing for NamJoon all the more desperately. I wanted to confess to him. I almost killed Dad who brought me into this world and who beat me every day. I almost killed him. No, I actually killed him. Countless times. I killed him countless times in my head. I want to kill him. I want to die. I don’t know what to do. I’m lost. I just want to see you now.”

— TaeHyung, 20 May Year 22. The Notes 1.

✧ ✦ ✧

This is one of my favorite paragraphs from Notes 1. It’s stark and haunting and perfectly captures how the time loops have wrapped TaeHyung in a recurring nightmare. Also, watching that scene in I Need U for the first time will be forever seared in my memory. BTS Universe does not pull any punches. Or broken bottles.

… and how about that one timeline from Save Me where TaeHyung stabbed SeokJin?

HoSeok and SeokJin’s back-to-back May 20 entries also reinforce my theory (if you can call it such) that each Note entry from the same date is actually occurring in a different timeline. There are sometimes small inconsistencies between successive entries that suggest this is the case, rather than Notes 1 containing one linear timeline. In this example, HoSeok’s movements don’t match: in his own entry, he stops in the outdoor hallway and watches TaeHyung approach his door; in SeokJin’s, HoSeok has apparently followed TaeHyung all the way to the door before turning to leave. In my first reading of Notes 1 (English version), I initially thought these were nothing more than copy/continuity errors or inconsistent translations. But when I noticed it a few more times, it seemed deliberate instead. Is anything in the Notes really an accident? If you’ve read the original Korean, I’m curious if you noticed the same technique!

With some apologies for the violence in this post… just trying to stay true to the source through the good and the bad (and the really bad). On a lighter note, can we appreciate the real Kim Taehyung’s fantastic performance? He does such an amazing job bringing this nuanced, tormented character to life and I’m so proud of him. ♡

Another new Timelines post is coming in a couple days. You all know what happens on May 22, right?

I Need U (Original Ver.) HYYH On Stage: Prologue Wings Short Film #5 Reflection Save Me (Webtoon) Euphoria : Theme of Love Yourself 起 Wonder With additional quotes from Save Me ep.14 (gif 5) and ep.15 (image 6)

P.S. NamJoon, pick up the phone.

[fanonskeletonstuff]

CPAU: DisCo

pls kno im not a serious writer thank;; also it’s my replies only, i didnt share anyone elses (unless they want to share killer and his s/o’s whole thread along with the sideplots, i dont wanna paste their replies without permission tho i plan not to)

this may include othertale spoilers and rahafwabas’ killer!sans comic references

gonna put this on wattpad too

—

Dust explores the CP. he sees Color and his rainbow cracked skull is the first thing he catches. Color sees him back and walks to him first. “heya. i see you’re about to cause trouble.”

“wh... what? pfff...” Dust is surprised Color already knows who he is. “i can’t if this is some large christmas gathering. isnt it on christmas, you have to be well... GOOD???”

Color jumps back from the yell. “of course you have to. but, you’re one of those sanses, so i can’t stop ya.” Then, he realizes something. “say, aren’t you killer’s friend? have you two met before?”

Dust remembers who Killer is. “ohhh, that man?? yeah, we had to date once during our bad sanses sleepover. horror held the event cause it was halloween at the time.”

“huh... well, this is dangerous of me, i’m talkin’ to ya and anytime you might just kill me.” Color chuckles. “however, I know sanses can control themselves. I know killer can. he thinks i have to kill him, but it’s just wrong. i think he can change. he doesnt have to fuel himself with thoughts of murdery.”

Dust feels roasted. “WOW?? heheheh!! you’re so smart those colors must be how high your IQ is!”

“heheh, oh, that. so, here’s my story. i absorbed souls in a genocide timeline. i was about to die, so it’s the only thing i had to do. that’s why i look like that... that...”

Color gets interrupted by Dance, who teleported next to him. “uhhh...”

//OH NO COLOR X DANCE CRACK SHIP ALERT CAUSE COLOR!SANS LOOKS LIKE THOSE LED LIGHTS THAT SWITCH COLOR TO COLOR AHSJSJSK

— — —

“heya. you’re quite the party lights in here.” Dance is getting the gay feeling.

“oh, heheh, wow, huh?” Color feels awkward. “heyy, i know you! you’re that shy dancer who doesn’t get much stage fright the more he gets used to dancing. hip hop, right?”

“yep. yeah, that’s my genre.” Dance blushes. “what AU are you, if you don’t mind me asking?”

“i’m from othertale. fun fact, the AU’s not about me! i’m pretty much undyne’s supporting character.” Color laughs.

“cool...” Dance likes him- “i like your colors. where’d you get your lights?”

“oh, i was just explaining to dust pal here I got it from human souls. i, um, absorbed ‘em. needed it cause i was aboutta die.”

“that must be risktaking of you for your own life, c...” Dance winks, his left eye open. “hey, maybe we should... dance, sometime...”

Dust laughs at Color and Dance, gives a hard pat on Color’s shoulder. “uh oh, GAY alert!!!” Phantom!Papyrus is probably shook at this point.

— — —

“heh... sorry to say, but you’re too nice and popular to be with me.” Color answers. “I, um... already had letters with someone. kinda like dust, but...”

“it’s ok. if i dance too much, that’s when the beats go off.” Dance understands.

“yeah... honestly, he’d kill you if he sees you. If he were in this party and you say that to me... he’ll overthink his actions and end up on a killing spree.”

Dance knows who he’s talking about. “wait. you don’t mean... how...???”

“how?”

“how... how is he with you? wait, i must be assuming. who are you with, but not really?”

— — —

“u-uh... he likes... someone else, n-n-now...” Dance being the shy sweatpants boi he is puts on his hood blushing. “sorry, i said too much...”

“o-oh, no problem! killer chose me anyway, but i only chose him back cause he wants me to be his guy...de.” Color winks for the pun. guy-de for ‘guide’ lol.

— — —

Then, Color says his name.

“killer. he told me everything about himself. personally. there was no one else but me and him. like an error in his anti-void.”

“oh, uh... he’s h-here, actually...” Dance hesitates. “wait... i still have more to say...”

“ok.”

Dust walks out of the conversation, continuing to follow Red.

Red sees Killer being cute. “ah *shoes*-//“

he notices himself getting his words censored and thats embarrassing. “WHAT THE-////“

— — —

Color and Dance walks in.

“hey, what’s happening here?” Color asks.

“hi red...” Dance waves. “i hope your anger management’s doing well.”

Red’s starting to think he’s gonna have a BIG WHOOP. “OK, what’s goin’ on here?! who set this?! cigar’rus?!” he mentions US!Pap, the host of the therapy closet session.

— — —

Killer sees Dust and feels a bit scarEd. “hiya.”

“welcome to the party, that goes to the three of you....” Dance still shying out tho.

“hey buddy red. tough day? i heard you yelling back there.” Color helps Red.

“ya heard nothin, newbie!” Red nervously laughs. “feel like imma get stabbed by that dust guy there! or any of those funkers!”

Killer breaks up with Color 3 2 1-

“sir’s probably lookin’ for us, we should find a way out.” Dust puts a hand around Killer.

Killer blushes. “wait...// im still wearing this.”

Dust lets go. “ohhh’kayyy, take your time...”

Killer rubs both of his sleeves until he sees Color. “color....?”

“uh...” Color stops hiding behind Dance, holds Dance’s hand, and blushes. “yeah, it’s me.”

Dance blushes back, HE A HERMIT CRAB//) “(c-color, whuh)”

“long time no see.”

“heheh... i heard you found someone else, so... hey, it’s okay! if he can help you, honestly, i just said yes so i could control you. and, uh, manipulation is one of the bad things in relationships, right? so...”

Killer listens to Color. “don’t feel bad.”

“i’m gonna walk off cause i don’t wanna get caught. oh, and one more thing.” Color shows Killer he’s holding Dance’s hand. “once you see it, you can ditch me.”

“s-s-sorry/////“ Dance mutters while hiding in his hood hiding away his blue blushy flustering face.

last one: shoutout to outer sans being a fluffy pillow to the bad sanses out there uwu

Outer, still next to RainbowKill, looks at Dust while Color and Dance walk away together. Not only he should help Killer calm down, but maybe him too. He probably has a certain goal to calm down most Sanses that used to be good. Yep, still the most relaxed Sans AU.