#it's official now everybody she's gone for good

[barcaatthemoon]

little one || alexia putellas x child!reader ||

Alexia brings you with her to Barcelona training sessions.

You sat happily kicking your legs back and forth as you waited for your mother's teammates to get on the field. You were dressed up in your little barcelona kit that was an exact replica of what the coaches wore. Unofficially, you were the team's fun coordinator and official motivator. Everybody already knew that you were Alexia's sole reason for being, and making you happy was a good reason to win games.

"Bon dia," you greeted each player as she walked past you. Most of them gave you a high five or fist bump as they repeated the sentiment to you. A few of the girls were special, and the special ones got to hug you or in mapi and pina's cases, toss you up in the air for a bit. Those two were the most fun in your eyes, and you always gave them high marks on your little clipboard. As much as you loved your Mami, she rarely received high marks on the fun clipboard.

Mami's job wasn't to have fun, not even at home. Olga was your fun mom, even though you knew she wasn't really your mom like Alexia was. She was technically just Mami's girlfriend, but you thought she was like your other mother. Olga took care of you, made you good tasting breakfast, picked you up from school some days, and gave you the best goodnight hugs and kisses in the whole entire world, not that you'd ever tell Jenni that.

"Hija, come here, you're getting red," Mami told you. Since you came into practice with her, you'd been out on the field for a couple hours already. At first, you were sleeping, but then the sun became too bright for you to sleep around. You wanted to go inside again where it was cooler and you could nap, but it was more important to spend time with your big friends.

Besides, you knew that if you found the right girl on the right day, you'd get a nap. You scanned around as they practiced to figure out who your target was. Vicky and her group were out immediately, the younger players running around like you did after Lucy and Mapi fed you candies. Mami didn't like you to distract the girls with nap time, so you knew to stay away from her. Irene gave good cuddles, but she didn't look tired. Just as you were about to give up, you noticed Caro yawn.

Caro wasn't your favorite, she wasn't even really one of the special girls who gave you hugs. Mami explained that she wasn't Spanish and that in her country, people weren't as friendly. You thought it was funny that she was girlfriends with Marta, who was one of the friendliest people you had ever met, after Jenni and Leila, of course. Despite all of that, you knew that Caro would be your naptime partner. All you had to do was wait for the perfect moment to arise.

…

"Come on, she's a baby! You can totally curl her," Mapi huffed as Ona struggled to complete her last rep of "Bebita curls" as Mapi called them. "Ugh, let her down. I'll put in an extra set if that's okay with you, Bebita?"

"Actually, I need to find Caroline," you told Mapi. She looked surprised, but let you down anyway. "Oh, and it's okay Ona. Olga doesn't carry me around anymore unless it's piggy back rides. She says I'm too big for her arms now."

"Pssh, they're just weak. Give it time, your Mami will whip her into shape too." With that, Mapi patted you on the butt as she turned you towards where the Scandinavian players were working out together. You felt a little nervous approaching them, they were scarier without their Spanish counterparts. With Mapi, Aitana, and Marta gone, you realized just how big these women were. They were like giants, and despite the fact that you knew they were friendly, they scared you sometimes.

"Ahem, Miss Caroline, will you read my naptime book to me please?" You stood before them with your hands behind your back, fidgeting them silently. Fidgeting like that wasn't a good habit, at least that's what your Mami told you. You thought it was fine, especially since Abuela Eli told you it was normal.

"Go on, it's a big deal," Ingrid told her friend. Caro looked between Ingrid and Frido, who both seemed to share Ingrid's outlook. You were Alexia's baby, and everybody knew that, and normally you flocked to the other Spanish players. Caro felt like she was out of her depth doing this, but she went with you anyway because that was what you wanted.

"What do I do?" Caro asked you. You pointed over to the little spot that was made up for two people to lay down at. It was pretty late in practice, and if you didn't nap here, Mami would make you nap at home when you'd want to play. If you napped here, then you could play games when you got back home with Mami.

"Lay on the big pillow. You can use the blue blanket, I like the yellow one anyway. I'll lay down with you, and then you read my book to me. The English words are hard for me, I can only read Spanish," you told her. Caro nodded and did what you told her to. She wasn't a very good cuddler, but she was warm and didn't push you off of her when you got comfortable. You also liked her voice, and within a few minutes, you were asleep with Caro holding you protectively.

…

Some days, you were completely lost in your own little world. Other days, you watched everyone and everything around you. Today was a watchful day for you. Mami had an away game, so you'd ride with Abuela Eli and Tia Alba to the game. It was in Madrid, and the fans could get rowdy when they saw the Barcelona bus, and Mami hated bringing you that way.

"Hola Mapi," you said nonchalantly. Mapi gasped and looked around with her mouth agape. She was utterly shocked that you had detected her before she had managed to scare you. Nevermind that she had tried that trick countless times before without it actually working well. And the days it did work ended with you crying because Mapi scared you, and Mapi crying because she felt bad.

"Bebita, you must have spider senses for something. It is amazing, but be careful, you don't want to become a robot like your Mami," Mapi teased. She dug her fingers into your sides as you squirmed and laughed. You started to swat her away, and much to your luck and Mapi's chargin, Ingrid came over and interrupted.

"Hi (y/n)," Ingrid greeted you. She was kind of funny in that she rarely called anybody by their nicknames. Ana hadn't been like that, and sometimes you really missed the tall blonde lady, but Mami and Irene let you talk to her on the phone with the promise that you not tell Ingrid or Mapi. Mami didn't want them to get upset, even though they all used to be teammates with each other.

"Hola Ingrid." You leaned your head all the way back to see Ingrid. She leaned down and pressed a kiss to your forehead before she joined you on the grass. "Whatcha doing?"

"Sitting with you," Ingrid answered. She tapped the tip of your nose, causing you to erupt into a little fit of giggles. Mapi groaned and muttered something under her breath. You didn't catch most of it, but you definitely heard a couple of words your Mami made you promise not to say until you were much older, and absolutely never in the presence of Eli. "Is that okay, tiny?"

"Yes, I like you Ingrid. You're nice and smell nice," you said. Ingrid laughed, especially once Mapi looked over at the two of you with a weird face.

"You never tell me that I smell nice, Bebita," Mapi huffed. You furrowed your eyebrows and leaned over towards Mapi. Hesitantly, you sniffled, pleasantly surprised that she sort of smelled like Ingrid. You knew it was because she spent a lot of time cuddling with Ingrid or hugging her. Mapi always smelled a little bit like whatever girl she was dating, just like Jenni used to smell like your Mami and Leila had lots of smells.

"You smell a little like Ingrid, but not as good," you told her honestly. Mapi sputtered and huffed, clearly about to start ranting when the big coach's whistle blew for practice to resume. "Play good and have fun. I don't have my checker board today, but I'm watching."

"Aye, aye captain!" Mapi saluted you. Ingrid pressed a kiss to your cheek as a goodbye before she dragged Mapi back over to the rest of the team. You don't know if they actually had fun because you went right back to playing with the grass and occasionally waving at your Mami when she stopped.

…

"Hija, please," Alexia pleaded with you. You had fallen asleep in the film room, and Alexia had hoped to just pass you onto Alba, but things were not going according to plan at all. You wanted to either go home with Olga, who was in Madrid already for work, or Alexia, who wouldn't let you ride all the way to Madrid with her on the team bus. "You can't go with me."

"Then I want Mama!" You were practically sobbing and stomping your feet. People could see you, but they tried to move onto the bus like seeing you so upset didn't break their hearts. "Mama! Mama! Mama! Not you, Mama!"

"What about Tia Alba and Abuela Eli, don't you want to see them too?" Alexia asked. She knelt down in front of you and tried to reach out, but you jerked away like her mere presence offended you. "Hija, I'm not telling you anymore. You're going with Tia Alba to my Mami's. They'll bring you to Madrid tomorrow, and you can see Mama then."

"Ale, look at her. It might be easier to just have Olga pick her up from the hotel," Alba reasoned. "Or, I could go up a night early and she can stay there."

"No, you're not leaving Mami to drive all that way by herself. We made this plan weeks ago, and it's not changing because someone is upset," Alexia said. Alba glanced between you and her older sister, amazed by how stubborn both of you were being. If there had ever been a doubt that you were Alexia's baby, it was cleared up with moments like these.

"Call Olga and see what she thinks," Alba said. At that, Alexia paused, knowing what her girlfriend would say. Olga was constantly getting at Alexia for being too stuck in her ways. Alexia was trying to get better about being flexible when it came to plans, but it was hard.

"N-no, that's not necessary," Alexia stammered a little. Alba was glad to see Alexia give up a little as she walked over towards you. "Mama's been gone for a long time, hasn't she?"

"Y-yeah," you answered. You weren't sobbing anymore, but you were definitely still crying quite a bit. "'miss her."

"I miss her too, a lot. I'm sorry that I didn't think about your feelings. I didn't even think to ask if you wanted to come with me, I just made plans for you to go with Alba. Abuela Eli misses you a lot, so I thought you'd want to spend time with them. How about you go with them for this, and next time I have to go far away, you and Olga can have a girls' weekend?" It wasn't a great compromise, but Alexia was hoping that it would work for you. You seemed to be contemplating it, which Alexia took as a good sign.

"This time I'll go with Tia Alba," you told her. Alexia sighed in relief as she wrapped her arms around you. "Bye Mami."

"Bye Bebita. Temo amo," Alexia whispered into your hairline as she peppered your face with kisses. You began to squirm away from her, but Alexia had a tight hold on you.

"Come on, let's go. Just wait until you see what Abuela Eli made for dinner," Alba said as she pried Alexia's arms off of you. You gave your Mami a kiss before you went with Alba for the night.

"Do you think Abuela Eli will let us all sleep in the big bed together?" you asked as you swung Alba's arm. She hated it, especially whenever Alexia used to do it to her, but with you, she found it kind of endearing.

"Definitely, I bet she's already got your teddies laid up in bed," Alba answered. You were so happy and excited that you hopped up randomly as Alba led you to her car. You sat on her shoulders and watched as the Barcelona bus left, and with it, your Mami for her big game. You didn't really care to watch it, but you were excited for being passed around everybody's laps for cuddles during the game.

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✦ ˚ : · MEDIA DAYS ⋆ CARLOS SAINZ 🦢

pairing ☆ carlos sainz x f1 influencer! reader

summary ☆ where after an interview together, carlos is fascinated by you and doesn't miss the chance of hitting on you

warnings ☆ lando hate bc i hate him sm i can't stand him i swear to god i can't with that guy. i used lissie mackintosh as a fc bc she has good material, but i don't support her at all

masterlist | letterboxd

❛ if they call me a slut, it might be worth it for once❜

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user1 she's living every girl's dream

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user10 she's soft launching??

lilymhe so many queens on this dump (including cleo, obviously)

yourusername cleo is the queenest of all of us

user11 my goal is soft launching in a yatch out of nowhere

alexandrasaintmleux cleo is the cutest omg!!

yourusername i wish leo and her fall in love, but i think she's a lesbian user12 IJBOL user13 honestly i think too that cleo is a lesbian

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user15 i can't believe she's soft launching

user16 THAT SHOULD BE ME

user17 face card never declines

carlossainz55 cleo has a bit of y/n in her face

user18 ariana what are you doing here user19 this friendship out of nowhere??? user20 wait i knew that hand on the second pic was familiar user21 IS CARLOS?? user22 oh that's not... user23 OF COURSE she's dating a f1 driver

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user25 so it's official?

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user29 please tell me that's NOT y/n

user30 nah carlos leave y/n alone

user31 i really thought she was trying to make motorsports more visible to girls and she was just trying to be a wag

user32 she's just a gold digger like the others

user33 we lost him guys 😔

user34 we lost her*

user35 wait who's the girl? and why is everybody hating?

user36 everyone thinks is y/n, a journalist and f1 influencer that has been working for introducing more women and girl to the sport. and everyone is hating bc she represented all the women who wanted to have a future in f1, and now we found out that it was only for dating one of the drivers user37 i mean ig it sucks but dating a man doesn't take the fact that she can still do her job user38 but all the message for the girls is gone

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yourusername Been reading so many opinions about my own private life and I thought that the best thing I can do is address this because I'd never imagine I could dissapoint so many people just for loving someone.

I've been working really hard making a name in this industry because I love motorsports, not for any other reasons. And I wasn't aware of being a role model until now, which is something I'm still getting used to it. But overall, who I choose to date has nothing to do with my job.

Dating the amazing man that Carlos is was just a perk of working in F1, and even though I'm technically a wag now (it's really weird to worded 😨) I will keep working hard in F1 and other categories for the love I have for this industry.

I'll see you on the next race 💕💕

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Academy

Hardersson x Preteen!Reader

Part of The Big Adventures Universe

Summary: Your first academy session

Your first official day of academy training comes after Momma and Morsa have retired.

You've moved back to Sweden properly now with constant trips to Denmark as well. But, mainly, you're based in Sweden. Momma and Morsa have gone into coaching and sometimes commentating while you're left going to school and practicing.

You'd done a trial in the summer for Linköping FC and got in and now you're sitting in the car with Momma and Morsa psyching yourself up to go in.

You're eleven now - nearly twelve - and you open and close your hands into fists as you look over at the training centre. There's a group of similarly aged girls to you waiting outside, getting ticked in on the register as they stand in a clump.

"Do you need us to come up with you?" Morsa asks, also looking at the girls.

You shake your head. "No. No one else's parents are there." It's a lie, of course. You desperately want them to walk you up there but it'd be embarrassing so you're leaning away from the option.

Momma turns back in her seat and reaches her hand back to hold yours. "Hey," She says," It's only for a few hours. You go in. You listen. You do what they say and then we'll go and get takeout for dinner. Sound good?"

You nod, wiping your sweaty palms on your shorts. "Yeah."

"We love you," Morsa says," And if you hate it, you don't have to go back."

You slip out of the car and approach, rocking back and forth on the balls of your feet as you sign in. It doesn't take long for everybody else to arrive and soon you're all being brought inside and handed trainings shirts and stuff.

Then, names are being read out.

You're still young so roles like defence, midfield and forward are still fairly flexible but some people (like you) are already firmly in little boxes so you're easy to separate out.

But, most of your peers end up in a group in the middle because they either haven't chosen their roles or don't yet know what they'd be good at.

There's a fairly large group of forwards which Momma told you last night would happen. At your age, everyone wants to score a goal and most of these girls will end up as attacking midfielders before the year is up. Speaking of the midfield, they're a much smaller group than the self-proclaimed forwards and the defenders are even smaller.

You're the only goalkeeper, feeling a little awkward as you sit at a table all by yourself until the trainer comes.

He smiles at you. He's kind of got one of those old people smiles that Momma's dad has, all warmth and happiness.

You smile back.

"You know," He says, his voice barely above a whisper," I wasn't actually expecting any keepers today. Usually, everyone wants to score a goal."

"That's what my Momma says."

"Your Momma sounds very smart," He replies," Now..." He pulls out some sheets of paper. "I'm meant to explain all the ins and outs of everything. It's meant to take a while because we leave time for questions but, if you let me get through this all then I'm sure we'd have time to play a few rounds of noughts and crosses while everyone else finishes up. Sound good?"

You nod.

He's right, of course. Everyone else takes ages to explain everything but keeping is fairly straight forward and you're the only keeper here so there's not other people around to ask questions.

"Whoa there!" Morsa says as you crash into her at the end of training," You're all sweaty!"

She's right.

You are sweaty. Hair sticks to your forehead and your shirt to your skin. You're sure that you're all gross feeling but Morsa doesn't care as she hugs you back before ushering you into the car.

"How did it go?" Momma asks as she pulls out of the car park," Good? Bad?"

"Good!" You say, a grin splitting your face wide open.

"What did you do?" Morsa asks, turning in her seat to look at you.

"We played a little game," You answer, practically bouncing in excitement," So they could all see where we were at and the individual trainers laid out the plans for each week."

"Were there a lot of forwards?" Momma teases as she turns onto a road.

"Uh-huh. I was the only keeper though."

"That'll change," Morsa assures you," Those kids that haven't decided yet will end up cycling through everything. I'm sure one or two of them will be keepers."

"It's fine," You say," I'm not upset. I don't need other keepers."

Your mothers laugh softly.

"You still need to make friends," Momma says.

"I just want to train," You insist stubbornly.

"You can train and have friends too," Morsa puts in," In fact, I'd go so far as to say you need friends to train well. Promise me, princesse, that you'll make some friends."

You huff. "Fine," You say," I'll make friends."

"Good. Now, what did you want for dinner?"

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LUKEY BOY’S GONE SOFT! — LUKE HUGHES

based on this edit of mine

pairing; slytherin!luke x hufflepuff!fem!reader

summary; all the times luke’s friends and those around you have noticed your tall cold boyfriend being whipped for you and the one time you got to see it for yourself

genre; FLUFFY FLUFF!! luke being a sneaky whipped mf, hogwarts!au, mean to everybody but you trope, black cat!bf luke + golden retriever!gf reader

✸ SLYTHERIN!LUKE MASTERLIST

Everybody knew Luke Hughes, the scary, tall, and ridiculously good at Quidditch Slytherin who was absolutely whipped for you.

If anyone had asked, you were Luke’s favorite person in the whole world. There was no hesitance in that; they knew you loved him and they knew Luke loved you just as equally.

Now how did they know Luke was, according to his friends, “down bad” for you?

Exhibit A: That one time in Potions

Everybody knew Professor Snape was very picky on how he wanted each student’s potions to look like—and he had a very strict criteria.

Luke, aside from being a great seeker in Quidditch, was one of the best potion makers their year had known.

Each time Professor Snape would pass by, he would give a grunt of approval. The other students would get a “too yellow” “too bubbly” “too little bubbling” “too little color”

You weren’t the best at potions, in fact, you were merely passing in the class. It wasn’t your fault that Professor Snape was too nit picky—you could barely even let out a word before he would criticize practically everything about your potion!

Before you had started dating Luke, you struggled quite a lot in the class. But after he had finally asked you to be his girlfriend, he took a mental note to himself that he would help you in the class whenever he could.

One day when Professor Snape was in a particularly snappy mood, he ordered the class to make him a perfectly bubbling green potion. Luke, thankfully, was the best at these type of potions and made his in the first five minutes.

He noticed you with your partner, Annie Abraham, struggling to get the potion bubbling. With a shake of his head and a sigh, he quietly snuck over to you, making sure the grumpy professor was out of sight.

He wrapped his arms around you, giving you a small back hug. You quietly gasp, turning around to face your cheeky boyfriend.

“Hi,” you breathe out, “finished early with your potion?”

“I always do,” he replies, placing a kiss on your nose, “do you need help lovely?”

“Yeah,” you bit your lip in annoyance when you turn back to face your potion, “me and Annie have been trying to do everything we can to get it bubbling but nothing works Lukey!”

Annie tries to hold in her laugh at your nickname for your boyfriend. She knew Luke would give her a glare if he had saw, so she covered her mouth and just nodded along to your words.

“No worries lovely, let me help,”

When Luke is done, your potion looks exactly the way Professor Snape wanted it. Squealing happily, you give Luke a kiss on the cheek and a tight hug.

“Mr. Hughes, is there a reason why you’re at Miss. L/N’s and Miss. Abraham’s desk?” A dark voice says from behind the three of you, making you quickly break apart from the hug.

“They just asked me where one of the materials are, that’s all,” Luke replies back quickly, his eyes coming into contact with Professor Snape.

The two have a sort of silent eye contact contest with each other before Snape blinks, “very well, get back to your seat.”

Luke retreats back, giving you a small smile when he sees Professor Snape give you a 100 on your potion.

“Absolutely whipped,” Mark says. He was one of Luke’s close friends, who happens to be sitting across the room from the two of you.

“Tell me about it,” Luke’s other friend says, clicking his tongue. “Kinda jealous of her to be honest, wish Lukey was whipped for us.”

“Shut up!”

Exhibit B: your first official date as a couple

“Hi.” You say as you open the door to your dorm room. You’re dressed in a beautiful but simple baby blue dress that Luke’s eyes can’t help but light up at.

“Hi,” he breathes out nervously. “Ready to go?”

“With you? Always,”

Your flirting tone makes Luke look down at the grass, his cheeks turning pink. He can’t believe he’s now shy, compared to the confident tone he had when you first asked him out to Hogsmeade.

Tonight was different though. Tonight would be you two’s first night as an actual couple. Actually boyfriend and girlfriend.

“I.. I brought flowers,” Luke says, handing you a small bouquet of roses and baby’s breath, “I didn’t know if these were your favorites but I asked your friend and she said it was and I really hope she wasn’t lying to me—Jack actually teased me quite a bit when I was cutting off the thorns and got a small cut but it was worth it to see you smile. Am I talking too much? I don’t know but I really hope you like them, I don’t even know if I was supposed to get you flowers but all my friends told me I should.. I’m also new at this so forgive me—”

“Luke!” You say, placing your hand on his shoulder. He stops blabbering and looks into your eyes, the same ones that he fell inlove with when you insisted that you wanted to be his after his game against the Gryffindors. “It’s fine my love, I love it.”

You lean in to give him a kiss, one that he returns oh so happily.

“Shall we go my lady?” Luke raises his eyebrows jokingly.

“We shall,”

The two of you leave hand in hand, both filled with stupid smiles.

“Our Lukey boy is down bad in the dumps,” Mark whispers to Quinn, who nods right away.

The two were watching from their dorm window, admiring the inlove couple.

“He is—but he’s happy, and that’s all that matters.”

“Wow Quinny, I didn’t know you were soft like that.”

“Shut up Estapa! And don’t call me Quinny,”

Exhibit C: when you forgot to do your homework

“Oh no!” You say, rummaging through your bag. You had forgotten there was a packet due for your History of Magic class.

“What’s wrong baby?” Luke asks concerned. He watches your eyes flicker in panic when you don’t find your packet.

“The packet! I left it at my dorm,” you say, slumping against your seat in disappointment. “I’m gonna get so many points taken off Lu, this sucks.”

Luke nods in understanding, taking out his own packet he had finished the night before. He goes to erase his name, putting yours on instead.

“What are you doing Lukey?” You ask, watching him hand you the packet.

“Giving it to you, I’ll turn in yours late as mine, so you can get your full credits.”

You shake your head right away, pushing the packet back into Luke’s arms.

“Lu, I can’t do that. You worked hard to finish it, and it’s not your fault I forgot mine.”

“It’s okay baby,” he reassures you, handing you back the stack, “I already have a high score in this class, a few points cut won’t hurt my grade. I want you to take it.”

With a hesitant look in your eyes, you go to trim in the packet at your professor’s table.

“I feel bad Lu,” you say, leaning your head against his shoulder.

“Don’t be,” he pulls you closer to him, embracing you tightly.

Your two classmates who had overheard the conversation can’t help but admire in awe. They thought Luke was never capable of loving someone so much, his focus had been on Quidditch for the longest time. But when you came along, it had all changed.

Exhibit D: when a guy interrupted you far too many times

“So today, we had this really cool thing in my Herbology class!” You say excitedly to Luke as you settle yourself comfortably into his lap.

He nods along to your words, urging you to go on.

But before you can, a Gryffindor boy who was also in your class interrupts.

“It wasn’t that cool YN,” he scoffs, looking between you and Luke.

“Yes it was Brandon!” You look up to Luke, who’s clenching his jaw. “Anyway Lu—”

“Luke, did you hear that Slytherin’s going against Hufflepuff next week?”

Luke nods, eyes staring emotionless into Brandon’s, “of course I did. I’m the seeker.”

“Oh right, I forgot,”

“Mhm, Lu plays really well—!”

“Eh, Slytherin will surely win anyway,” Brandon gives you a small smirk, “Hufflepuffs are too weak and nice, aren’t they YN? You would know,”

This was Luke’s last straw, he decided. He carefully slid you out of his lap, standing up to now be in front of Brandon.

“Whoa man, what are you doing?” But before Brandon could say anything else, Luke punches him straight in the jaw, making the Gryffindor fall back, clutching his face.

“What the fuck man!” He yells.

“Lu!” You pull Luke back, eyes meeting his to make sure he calmed down. “Stop.”

“Yeah, stop you fucking psycho!” Brandon wipes his mouth, which now had some blood. “Control your fucking snake YN,”

“You wanna say that again?” Luke comes closer to Brandon, who quickly scurries off to his friends, cursing Luke in the process.

“What a jerk,” Luke scoffs, “disrespecting my girl and me like that.”

“It’s alright Lu,” you say, pulling him into your arms. “He’s not worth it.”

You hadn’t believed all your friends and his friends when they came to you saying you had Luke wrapped around your fingers until now.

You realized how lucky you were to have such a sweet boyfriend, one that cared deeply for you and would do anything to make you happy.

“Love you Lu,” you say when you two finally arrive back at your dorms.

“Mhm, love you too lovely,”

[laiiaaa]

Carmen Anthony Berzatto is a cat person through and through. they just gravitate to him and he doesn't even have to try. even the meanest of cats…they just stick to him.

“She doesn’t like people,” you tell Carmen on the way in. “You might see her, but she won’t come near you.”

Which is usually true of your cat. Any time you have people over, she goes into hiding—in your bedroom, under the couch, hidden in the nooks and crannies of your apartment. It’s the first time Carmen’s here after a handful of chats over the phone and mid-day dates-that-aren’t-officially-dates, and you’re not quite sure what it is that’s going on between you, but you’d hate for it to be ruined by a poor encounter with Ramona.

So when you leave him on the couch as you head to the bathroom, you’ve got your fingers crossed that he’s at least half a good listener. You don’t need another potential whatever Carmen is getting scratched up. You don’t think you can handle the embarrassment again.

Coming back to the couch, though, you find him hunched over with a soft smile on his face, and Ramona—the cat who infamously hates everybody but you—snuggling up to the back of his tattooed hand.

You don’t think as much as you should before the thought slips out: “What the fuck?”

Carmen turns his attention toward you, smiling, though his hand still hangs gently above the cushion where Ramona stands using it to pet herself. “Hey.”

“I was gone for less than ten minutes.” But you can’t stifle the grin blooming on your face as you come to sit next to him, curling up with the cat between you as you smooth your hand along her back.

And the antisocial freak of a feline purrs. Another person is touching her, and she’s happy about it.

What the fuck is happening? Is this even my cat?

“She was weavin’ through my legs before she hopped up here,” he explains. “Crept out from under the chair ‘n walked right over.” His gaze flits between you and Ramona, gentle and considerate when he curls a finger to rub her forehead and between her ears. 

You hum, caught in a bit of disbelief. Your chest is warmer than it was before, and you’re keenly aware of Carmen’s arm stretched along the back of the couch behind you.

“Thought you said she doesn’t like people?”

“She doesn’t,” you insist, voice quiet and much more intimate than intended. You keep watching as her body slinks from beneath your palm to encourage him to do the same. Glancing up with a smile, you meet Carmen’s eye and lean in a little closer without thinking. “She must like you.”

“Hm.” He offers a kind yet skeptical chuckle, dimples on display. The cat lays down now, right up against his thigh. “Guess so.”

It’s not that you blame her, of course. It’s hard not to feel the same about him—especially now.

And when you put on a movie, and his hand slips from the back of the couch to brush tenderly along your shoulder, the cat sleeping peacefully shared between your laps, you realize you might like him more than you thought you would.

Maybe Ramona knows a thing or two.

[sapphicmsmarvel]

feysand x reader: the afterglow

set after getting together but you don't necessarily have to read that to understand this one!

under the cut bc its over 1K!

tw: a bit of anxiety

-After you guys officially mated, you knew the world was gonna take it weirdly. 

-There’s never been a triad bond that would be so well known. 

-To be honest, you were mostly nervous about how the inner circle would react. 

-You knew they loved the three of you dearly. But you also weren’t stupid and knew this was unconventional. You also knew you were freaking over nothing but alas, you were still anxious about it. 

-In the middle of the frenzy, Rhysand sent a message saying that you had accepted the triad bond and you three would be gone for a bit. 

-When you guys came back, it was a party. Mor had hung up a banner that said “congratulations!” There was a buffet table full of foods that Elain had clearly worked so hard over. 

-Cassian was…collecting coins from everyone?

“I bet that you’d be the first to make the first move.” He explained. 

Technically, he wasn’t wrong. It was you yelling at them that made the first move. 

“Did everyone know before we did?” you asked as he collected a few coins from Azriel. 

“Well, Rhysie isn’t subtle. Feyre was oblivious to your struggle just like she was to Rhysie-“

“Hey!” Feyre pouted. “You aren’t wrong, but hey!” 

You kissed her cheek. “And you!” Cassian pointed to you. “Are affectionate with everybody! Do you know how hard it was to convince Feyre and Rhysand that you actually liked them like that!” 

“I’m so sorry my reluctance to fuck our friends made your life harder.” You said dryly. 

He scoffed, “better be!” 

“Quit yelling at my wives, Cassian.” Rhysand said darkly, the alpha-asshole coming out. 

“Here we go.” Feyre muttered. 

“Made it two minutes this time.” Mor added. 

“Instead of two seconds.” Amren finished. 

Cassian gave you a smile that you had you wincing, because you knew what was coming. “Hey Y/N, want a ri-“ He didn’t get to finish because of the punch to his stomach from Rhys. 

“Welcome to the family.” Mor nudged you. “Even though you were already in.” 

“I’m just relieved I don't have to see Y/N pining anymore.” Nesta said from the doorframe. “Over twenty years of that bullshit.” 

You should’ve hit her harder when you were kids. 

Azriel, Lucien and Elain, like the sweethearts they were, just smiled without a sarcastic comment. 

-Your next worry was Nyx. How would you fit into his life? Would you be a stepmom or another mom? 

-You easily loved him more than anything, that was even before being mated to his parents. Now? Somehow you loved him more. 

-You were holding him one day when Rhysand sat down next to you on the porch swing. You were just enjoying the breeze with your-well it felt wrong to call him your son but you were his parents' wife? 

“How are two of my favorite living beings?” Rhysand said kissing you. 

“Good but what kind of greeting is that?” You chuckled. 

“I know he’s a person, but it’s weird to call him that. He’ll always be my baby.” He cooed and brushed back Nyx’s tuft of hair. 

Rhysand sat next to you, putting his arm around your shoulders and pulling you into his side. You leaned as much as you felt comfortable with Nyx in your arms. You didn’t like not being on your guard when you were holding him. He was precious. 

Rhysand kissed your temple, you felt peace. You were just missing one vital part. Feyre usually came home from the studio around this time. Rhysand and you had accidentally made it a tradition to sit out on the porch and wait for her. 

“Do you want kids?” Rhysand asked. “You don't have to answer now.” 

“I mean, I kinda have one now. Kind of late to say no.” You giggled and gestured to Nyx. “He may not be biologically mine. And I can be a stepmom or stay Auntie. Whatever’s the most comfortable with you and Fey. I don't want to overstep.” 

“Would….would you be one of his moms?” Rhys asked, you could tell he was incredibly nervous. 

“I would be honored.” You whispered, your gaze never leaving the baby's sleeping face. 

You missed the look of utter adoration that Rhys shot your way. 

Pretty soon, Feyre joined you guys on the porch coming home in paint splattered overalls and a paint stained face. She was glowing, you could tell how happy that studio made her. It made you incredibly happy. 

She leaned down to kiss Nyx, then you, then Rhys who pouted about being last. But he was okay with it, he loved your family so incredibly much. It kind of scared him what he’d do to protect it. 

Later that night, Feyre came up behind you in the mirror as you got ready for bed. She pressed her head against yours. Your cheeks lined up perfectly and were smushed together. Her arms were wrapped around your waist. 

“You are his mother, if that’s what you want to be”. She whispered. “I may have birthed him, but I would be honored to share the mom spot with you.”

“Fey, I just did my skincare, you can’t make me cry like this.” You said, your voice wobbly. She squeezed you tighter in response, her nose scrunching with her closed mouth smile, her eyes half closed and lips scrunched slightly. She kissed your temple and went back to Rhys. 

That was that. Rhysand was dad/daddy, Feyre was mom/mommy and you were mama. 

-The next thing on your list was how the court would see it. The Inner Circle doesn’t give a shit (which was to be expected) but the Court of Nightmares? That’s where you were worried. 

They didn’t take to Feyre that well, then Nyx. Now you. 

Rhys called you out on your bullshit one night while all of you were getting ready for bed. 

“What’s up with you? You’re more nervous going to the Court of Nightmares than you were before.”

“Well, we weren’t mated then.” You said back, you tried to avoid being snippy but your stress levels were high. 

Clearly, he knew you were being snarky because he gave you a raised brow and held his hands up in surrender. You sighed. “Ugh, baby I’m sorry.” You said. You set down your hair brush and crawled into his arms. 

His chest shook with restrained laughter. “Love, you’re allowed to be nervous-“ He was cut off by Feyre coming into the room. 

“Ooh, are we snuggling?” Feyre said. And with the excitement of a five year old she catapulted into bed.  

The three of you bounced and laughed. “I’m nervous about going to the Court of Nightmares.” You admitted, playing with a string on the blanket to avoid looking at Feyre. You could avoid Rhys’ gaze easily since you were sitting with your head laid against his chest and in between his legs. 

“Why?” Feyre brushed your hair behind your ears. 

“Because…” You made a helpless gesture. “It's really scary.”

“You’ve been there before?” Feyre asked. 

“Yeah well I wasn’t fucking the High Lord and Lady.” You sighed. 

“Okay, you aren’t just fucking us.” Rhysand squeezed your hip. “You’re our wife. What label do you want them to know you as? Consort?-“ 

“I’ll rip your dick off.” You growled. “Consorts aren’t treated with the respect they deserve.”

“Agreed.” He said. 

“Do you want political power?” Feyre asked with zero judgment. 

“You know that’s not why I married you two.” You grumbled. 

“But would you want it?” Rhysand pushed. His hands roaming over your skin, he knew how much the contact helped your anxiety. 

You shrugged. “It’d be a massive adjustment. However….I’d love to help people and actually have the power to do so. But there’s…”

“Hm?” Feyre continued to stroke your palm. 

“This is gonna sound bad but I don't mean it to be.”

Feyre smiled and based on the pulsing down the bond, Rhys was too. So you continued. “There’s no room for me to help rule.”

“Who says?” Feyre challenged. 

You sputtered and Rhys decided to take you out of your misery. 

“You know, there also wasn’t such a thing as High Lady when Feyre came into our lives.” He stroked down your back, his hands ending at your hips. 

“And?” You asked. 

“I rewrote that rule, and I’ll rewrite it again for you to be in it. You are our equal in every way and I refuse to let you be reduced to a ‘consort’ that is, if you want to be a High Lady.”

And that was it. The next day, the day you were supposed to head to the Court of Nightmares, you delayed it. Much to the confusion of your Inner Circle. 

You were sworn in as a second High Lady. 

How the Inner Circle found out was quite funny. Az had a feeling, Nesta and the Valkyries were happy for you. Mor and Amren just looked at Rhys with a secret High Lady? Again! Cassian used it as an excuse to celebrate that night so the group could ditch their Court of Nightmares persona. 

When Azriel introduced you, he said, “Rise for your High Lord Rhysand, Highy Lady Feyre and High Lady Y/N.”

The three of you walked in, you in the middle, Rhysand and Feyre on either side of you. 

You felt beautiful, respected. Even though you knew Keir would be a problem. 

You were alright with those problems, as long as you had your family with you.

[ohtobeleah]

Sixth Sense // Mickey Garcia

Summary: A freak accident occurs at the Hard Deck and Fanboy is faced with the challenge of being left to care for you, his not so official girlfriend.

Warnings: Mickey Garcia x F!reader. Hurt/Comfort. Gas explosion resulting in hearing and vision loss.

Word Count: 1.7k

Author Note: Day Three of Whumptober. Prompt I chose: Sensory Deprivation. Thank you to @ailesswhumptober for the prompt list.

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“Holy shit, what the hell was that?” It all happened so fast, so fast in fact that the explosion that ricocheted through the Hard Deck didn’t register a sound until a few seconds after the fact. 

Patrons laid strewn across the bar, ducking for cover under tables and bars. Glass from the windows had sliced unsuspecting patrons as it blew apart from the force of the blast. Food and beverages littered the floor, thrown in the panic of the moment as all inside ducked. 

“Everybody okay?” Jake Seresin stayed shielding Natasha Trace with his entire body. “Is anyone hurt?” His arms pinned her down against the hardwood floor at either side of her head. Seconds ago—they’d been arguing over a long standing disagreement over who could tie more Cherry stems with just their tongue in three minutes. Now, Phoenix had never been this close to a man she could hardly stand. 

“Yeah—we’re good!” Rooster replied as he looked around, he’d been knocked on his ass by the bast. Coyote was right beside him, as was Payback. The three of them had been indulging in a game of darts to see who could knock Hangman down a peg or two on the leaderboard. “Bob? Fanboy? You guys okay?” 

“I think we’re alright?” Bob groaned as he pushed himself up off the ground—peanuts were crushed all over the ground around him. Mickey sat back on his knees scanning the Hard Deck. He couldn’t see you. There was a small cut on the side of Mickey's face but other than an artificial flesh wound, he was relatively unscathed from the unsuspecting blast that had pummeled through the Hard Deck. 

“Anyone seen Y/n?” Fanboys eyes continued to scour the entire expanse of the Hard Deck as he rose to his feet and dusted himself off. “Yo, guys—anyone see Miss Barkeep?” 

“She was heading out back to help the gas guy change out the—“ Bob didn’t even need to finish his sentence before he’d connected the dots. “Oh god, Y/n.”

A gas explosion. 

Mickey took a few seconds to register where his best friend's mind had gone, but then he realised. In those few seconds where Fanboy couldn’t breathe he knew he couldn’t live without you before he had a chance to really have you. 

Sure, the two of you were friendly. Probably more than most friends would be. Sure, you sometimes spent the night in Mickey's bed after he’d stay back and help you shut the Hard Deck up. Sure, he spent lazy Sunday mornings with you in the kitchen making breakfast and drinking coffee more often than not. And sure, the two of you enjoyed each other’s company, blatantly flirted beyond belief and made sure to always text each other when you got home, finished work, and stole secret kisses here and there when it was just the two of you. But. You weren’t official. 

And that may have been Mickey Garcia's biggest mistake. 

“Y/n!?” There you were. “Oh my god!” Lying unconscious on the ground a few meters away from where the gas bottles were kept behind the Hard Deck. Penny kept a tight ship—they were locked behind a wire cage that made sure patrons couldn’t fuck around. Something must have gone wrong during the change over, because the gas man wasn’t too far away from you. 

“Hey—hey!?” Mickey was by your side in an instant, the second his eyes caught your body lying there—thrown away and discarded like you weren’t the most important person to him, he was by your side. “Amor? Can you hear me?” 

Rooster had already called for paramedics to attend the scene while Hangman and Phoenix had begun to do whatever they could with their advanced first aid training—using the Hard Decks first aid kit to fix small cuts and abrasions on patrons from lying shards of glass. 

“Y/n?” You had a pulse, Mickey knew that much. But you weren’t waking up. “Please—come on Amor, you gotta wake up for me.” 

“This guys dead—“ Payback calls out. Mickey's mind fills with worst case scenarios the longer you were down for. “He’s got no pulse and the back of his head’s cracked.” He’s an ex paramedic, he knows. “I'm gonna start chest compressions, see if I can bring him back, how’s the kid?” 

You weren’t just shy of Fanboys age, he was the youngest in the group after all. Top of his class, intellectually gifted enough to graduate highschool three years earlier than most ever would. But to Paybacks forty one? You were still a child, in his mind anyway. 

“She’s breathing.” Is all he says before your stirrings. “Hold on! I think she’s waking up!” There’s nothing but a ringing in your ear. A sharp high pitched buzzing that’s incessant and ear piercing. You groan at the sound as you try to blink away the clouded vision that’s plaguing your eyes. But nothing can get rid of the thick fog like blur. “Y/n—it’s me, you’re okay, I’ve got you—“  But you can’t make out who it is. You can’t hear anything but that annoying ringing that won’t go away. Your head hurts, holy shit what the hell happened? 

“I—“ You stutter out. “I can’t see.” It sends Mickey's heart racing inside his chest, even more so than it already was. “I—I can’t see—“ You can't even hear yourself talking so you just assume you’re talking far too quiet. But in reality you're screaming, screaming so loud you’re straining your neck. “I CAN'T HEAR!” 

“Hey—I’ve got you.” Mickey doesn’t know what else to do besides try and calm you while medics make their way around the Hard Deck. “I love you, yeah?” Payback hears Mickey say it before you ever do and his heart breaks. You don’t deserve this. Neither does Fanboy. “You’re gonna be alright Amor, I’m right here.” 

But all you do is cry. You can’t hear a single thing being spoken or see a single thing in front of you. All there is before you are shadows of light and darkness. Mickey's hands squeeze yours and you feel it. His signet ring—the one his Abuela brought him many moons ago. But you know in the darkness and uncertainty that it’s Mickey at your side. 

“If she’s lost senses, Mick, it's gonna be a head trauma of some sort.” Payback keeps going with his chest compressions. “Is there any sign of blood?” You squeeze Mickey's hand a little harder as he goes to pull away to check. You squeeze so hard that he can’t let go, you’re far too afraid of being left alone in the dark. “Fanboy?”

“I—I dunno, probably! She probably hit her head on the ground!” Mickey manages to wiggle free just one of his hands so he can push your hair out of your face. “Shhh—I’m right here.” He tries to soothe you once again, but your cries are just too heartbreaking. “Amor, I am right here with you—I’ve got you.” 

“Please don’t let me die here alone.” Was all you mumbled out. You didn’t know what Mickey was saying or if he was saying anything at all. The ringing was all too deafening. But when you begged him to stay, to not leave your side. Mickey's heart shattered into a million different pieces. “Please don’t leave me.” 

“I’m not going anywhere, I’m right here.” He traced your face with his fingers, just letting you know he was there with you. Your grip on his hand began to falter as you slipped into unconsciousness again, just trying to find some shelter from the ringing. “I’m right here with you.” 

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“Without the surgery your daughter might regain her vision but it’s only a slim chance Mrs Y/l/n—“ Doctor Perry spoke to the woman on the other end of your phone. Mickey had called her on your behalf from the other side of the country, she was already packing her things for the flight she’d booked to be by your side. “I’d say it’s barely twenty percent.” 

“What about with the surgery?” Mickey asked as his eyes looked over you. You looked too peaceful to be in this situation. You knew he was there just by his touch alone. He made sure you knew it was him by his ring as he ran his thumb across your palm. “What’s the odds of her getting her vision back with the surgery?” 

“Almost one hundred percent—if the surgery were to go well. If it doesn’t then she runs the risk of being permanently incapacitated for the rest of her life.” Doctor Perry was a little too blunt for Mickey's liking, but he appreciated the direct route. “She’ll regain her hearing, hopefully, her ear drums were significantly damaged in the blast but they should recover.” 

“Do the surgery.” Your mother barked on the other side of the phone. “My daughter can’t be deaf and blind—what type of future would she have then? What kind of quality of life would she have?” Mickey couldn’t take his eyes off you as you slept. It was better this way, to keep you sedated. That way you couldn’t panic. But he thought about it while the doctor droned on to your mother about the surgery, that no matter the outcome you’d have a life with him. He’d take care of you—learn how to adapt, help you with anything you ever needed. Do anything you ever needed him to do. 

A freak accident that took away two of your six senses shouldn’t be the reason your life ends. You were still alive and oh how Mickey Garcia was grateful to whatever God was on duty that day. 

“Mrs Y/ln?” Mickey interrupted as he turned the phone back his way. Your mother silenced herself mid sentence to listen to what Mickey had to say. “I know we haven’t formally met before but I just want you to know that I’ve been head over heels in love with your daughter since she served me for the first time.” He explained all the while his eyes never left your perfect face. A face he really wouldn’t mind waking up to every day. “And I know there’s a hell of a lot of uncertainty about what may come, but I just want you to know that her quality of life doesn’t diminish if her sight can’t be restored or her hearing doesn’t improve.” Mickey could feel the tears streaming down his cheeks as he squeezed your hand, and as much as he wished none of this ever happened, he knew he couldn’t leave you know. Not ever. 

“I’ve got her ma’am—“ 

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[madametamma]

MORE THEORIES FOR SEASON 3

Here's my other predictions so far

Now usually "Reign of the Supermen follows" "Death of Superman" But what if we change the order a little bit.

Super boy shows up early in the season, created to outshine Superman and replace him. He's trying to be cool, he's pretty cocky. Clark is a little weirded out over being cloned at first but once he actually gets a chance to talk to the kid, he gets over that really quickly.

The press is trying to ramp up a rivalry between the clone and the Kryptonians. Who's better/cooler and why, but Superman let's Superboy know that he's not going to compete with him. He just wants to do good and wishes Superboy luck in helping to make the city a better place.

THEN we get Doomsday. everyone is trying to help out to beat this thing. Supergirl, Superman, steel, everybody. Super boy is overwhelmed and terrified because this is so much different than stopping crooks with normal guns. His creators tell him to do it because they see him as expendable and replaceable but Clark genuinely wants to make sure everyone's safe, Superboy included.

Superman manages to push Doomsday back to the Phantom zone and him and the monster get trapped with the only one around to see it is Superboy and his creators who've been watching from a body cam. They push Superboy to release a statement that he saw Superman die.

Superboy doesn't feel right about lying but his creators tell him that there's no way Superman is going to get out of the Phantom zone anyway and that this is his chance to be the #1 hero.

This kicks off a string of other heroes trying to replace Superman, or claiming to be the real Superman since no body was found. Most are just ridiculous knock offs and Lois Lane has been on a roll exposing them all (One good thing is that her career is on the rise to the point where people consider her the official word on whether or not someone's legit, the downside is every other aspect of her life is falling apart since Clark's been gone)

One who calls himself 'Cyborg superman' rises above the others might be the best contender for "Real resurrected superman". He looks just like Clark and seems to have all his powers albeit with cybernetic modifications. He claims his memories have been jumbled since the fight but knows a little bit of who he is. (It's actually Henshaw trying to cozy up to Lois just enough to make her release a statement that he's the real deal.

Lois is driving herself nuts trying to find out whether he's real or not. Stuff about him doesn't seem like the real Clark even with the excuse that he doesn't remember everything, but also she's sleep deprived from grief and second guesses if maybe she's just not on her A game.

Superboy knows the truth and after an inner conflict of what is the right thing to do, decides to go to Ms Lane with the truth. Kara and Jimmy race to find a way to free Clark from the PZ and the cyborg Superman turns on Lois, demanding she release a statement of his legitimacy or else. Superboy tries to protect her as best as he can until Clark can be freed, leading into the final battle of Superman vs Hank

[mercymermaid]

mikurin headcanons

- they will wear each other's merch. except not the good, official, quality merch, but the shitty t-shirts with a collage of their face on it, stretched and warped

- rin got miku a hoodie with a leek design on it as a joke gift once, but miku immediately fell in love with it and declared it her favorite thing ever. now she walks around with it and proudly announces that her loving "best friend" got her this amazing hoodie while rin begs her to stop because she's so embarrassed

- len has a hoard of varsity jackets, and rin wants one, but he refuses to lend her one because twins. miku gets rin a varsity jacket, except half the time miku is the one wearing it because rin gets hot easily and miku gets cold easily

- on world tours they sleep together (no homo they keep their socks on)

- miku is an absolute cuddlebug and will latch onto rin in the middle of the night like a leech, but rin gets hot easily so she wakes up and has to forcefully (and regretfully) shove miku off of her. miku is miserable bc no, her source of heat and cuddles is gone, what will she do???? and she'll wait until rin is asleep again to get right back to it

- miku is two inches taller than rin, since she's older. rin despises this. she'd wear platform boots like miku if her signature outfit didn't have whatever sneaker nightmare it does

- meiko and kaito are their mutual emergency contacts, obviously, but they have each other right after that (they also know each other's passwords; this isn't intentional, both found out by accident, both know that they both know, and neither have changed their code)

- gumi's the one to steal miku's pigtails, but rin has done it multiple times (and frames gumi for it, though recently gumi started fighting back)

- they're definitely not dating (they've never asked each other out, but they've kissed, everybody suspects it but is too amused to call them out, and they get canceled for queerbaiting every two seconds by bitchy antis)

[barcaatthemoon]

Could you please write somthing for "I never thought I'd fall for you as hard as I did" with lia wälti?

caring || lia walti x reader ||

you had never wanted to end your career on a loss. you doubted that anybody wanted to go out that way. lyon had been good to you, and you had won with them before, but never in front of lia. the only times that lia had been there to see you win, she had been on the losing side. normally you wouldn't have cared, but when it came to lia, all you could do was care.

"i know that you're not exactly in a great mood, but there is a lot to explore in the city. i was kind of hoping that we could go out tomorrow if you're up to it," lia said. you could tell that she was nervous as she twiddled her thumbs. you had been laid up in bed for hours after the game, even though many of your teammates had gone out to celebrate their hard work.

"for you, i'd get up right now if you wanted to. i'm not sure i would change my clothes, but we could do something if you want," you offered. lia shook her head as she got into bed with you. everybody else had gone back to the team hotel, but now that you were officially retired, you were at lia's hotel. the team one was nice, but lia's was better solely because she was there.

"no, no. you stay right there, it's too late to run around. we are both too old for that," lia teased. you opened your mouth to tease her about being older than you, but lia pressed her lips against yours instead. "you'd better say something nice to me or i won't let you stop for coffee tomorrow morning."

"i love you, i really do. i didn't expect any of this when dan introduced us. i thought you were just pretty and sweet, but you're so much more than that. i never thought i'd fall for you as hard as i did," you admitted. lia knew the harsher words that had been left unsaid. the two of you had started as friends, and after caitlin, you were friends with benefits. now, you were pretty madly in love with each other, and even though lia would never tell you, she hadn't expected to become so smitten with you either.

[opttwoodrow]

The Ballad of Bighole

Prelude

The Myth of Magnaformus, known to locals as 'The Ballad of Bighole', is a retelling of the events of the Bighole gangwar of late M41. This gang war, while not more than a footnote in the annals of Necromundan history, became legend among the drudges of the House of Iron, eventually being turned into the eponymous ballad sung by road gangs across the planet as they traveled the ashroads. Here follows its inciting incident:

Vivian Merdena is missing, and gang warfare is kindling throughout Bighole. Nobody knows for sure where she has gone or what has happened to her, but everybody has heard a rumour or two and has an opinion to share

Some say she wasn't happy with a stationary life and has run off with a Roadboss to live life on the roads of Necromunda. Others say that a Delaque assassin put her down in one of the cavernous ore silos that dot the upper levels of Bighole. And furtive whispers are passed that she is making a move against her father, laying low to bait him into an ambush.

But no matter the cause of her disappearance, it has left a power vacuum that gangs of every house are scrambling to fill. From the lowest flooded sump level to the highest enforcer compound, all have something to gain from the coming anarchy. And all the while, a strange signal has been detected emanating from the toxic depths of the pit, could this have something to do with Vivian's disappearance, or could it signal something more esoteric is afoot? Is this the start of a new golden age or the first signs of rust tearing into the settlement of Bighole?

The Ballad of Bighole is a Necromunda 2017 Dominion campaign with narrative elements set in Magnaformus, a settlement carved into the side of an ancient pit mine north of the Primus Cluster, known by the locals as Bighole.

This campaign features 4 players and their gangs:

The Mavens of Magnaformus- Escher

Rad Watch - Van Saar

Corpse Wives - Corpse Grinder Cult

An as yet unnamed Delaque gang (how fitting)

This campaign is a long time in the making and really was a call to action for a different and much grander project i have used as daydream fodder for many years now. But with my regular play partner soon to be emigrating to Australia, it seemed like it was now or never for a narrarive campaign of some kind, and Necromunda was there to scratch the itch.

To show the kind of stuff i have been accumulating for the evenual dream campaign, here are some photos of my accumulated '40k adjacent roleplaying minis' featuring lots of different factions, civilians and hangers on, and a few wee beasties for good measure. There is a whole extra pile of shame dedicated to this project that will remain unphotographed.

So to prepare for the camapign, as its host and architect, i needed terrain. I already have plenty of 40k style terrain, but its a bit too 'ruined cathedral' for my needs. Plus to fill a necromunda board I would need much much more. Perhaps make my own out of cardboard and other crafty type mateials? Maybe, but i needed this quick as my emigree friend and I are known for our wandering eyes when it comes to big projects and i would have to learn from scratch if i was to do thia. So how was I to do this quickly, but without breaking the bank?

My plan was simple: cheap on the bulk, spend on the details. i.e TTCOMBAT MDF terrain for most of what I needed, and then a few GW kits thrown in to give it that truly 41st millenium feel. This would allow me to have a variety of terrain that could be used in different ways and would all be of a similar scale. So I got to work. I could go through all the details, but here is a photo montage of putting together and painting the core of the terrain.

With the gangs gathered and enough terrain to play a game, we gathered arms and had a day of gaming! I shall go into detail about the test game and the 2 propper battles we played in a different post as I have run out of photos allowed in the app, but the Ballad of Bighole has officially begun!

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By the way : Part 2

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Summary: Aelin and Rowan hate each others guts...or do they?

Warnings: Swearing, sugestiveness

Word count: 1K ish

Note: Aelin is just as down bad as Rowan

Aelin heaved, looking up at the rest of the wall she had to scale. Why did these gods-damned officials make their houses so long? Tightening up the rope around her waist, Aelin made her way up, and after a while she , finally, finally, made it to the rooftop. Just to find Rowan standing right there, leaning against the wall surrounding it. Aelin glared at him. "Hello Rowan whitethorn-in-my-ass. What do you want?" He snorts, "That's a new one." Aelin squints her eyes and plasters a large frown across her face, making any expression to annoy him. He continues, "What I want is you not to kill anyone who makes the mistake to piss you off, thanks,"

"Why not? It's so fun." She says, a sly expression on her face. "Fun or not, Aelin, it's maybe, I don't know, against the law?"

Aelin just stalks over to the other side of the roof, opposite Rowan and peers down to the city sprawled across. Looking back up, the clouds stop covering the moon, and her breath hitches. The moonlight now shining on him, she can see him perfectly. See him and his gray compression shirt, perfectly. Fuck. Why did he wear it? That was just a jibe, a ruse to keep him distracted. But was it really? She would be lying to herself if she said that she didn't fine some satisfaction in seeing him like that. I mean, who wouldn't!? He was built like a sculpture of the Greek gods, for wryd's sake! It wasn't just her. All the girls loved him. And his body. And his snide remarks whenever he spoke to her.

And his long hair. And how he laughed, a cute, small and breathy chuckle that made her feel like she was going to melt into the ground. Everybody thought of Rowan Whitethorn like that! She fumed, opening her mouth to say something, when they both snapped their head towards the rooftop door, hearing it creak open.

A very sleepy, obviously annoyed, read head clambered out of the stairwell. He held up his hands, "Sorry, if I'm, you know, inturrepting soemthings," His words slurred together, "But who are you, and whatthe absolute fuck are you doing in my house!?" finally. Aelin just smirked at him. "Hello, Arrobynn," In the blink of an eye, Aelin had whirled behind him, effectively locking him in a choke hold, perfectly with a dagger to his neck.

Rowan's absolutely disgusted look almost made her squirm, but she stood her ground, lifted her chin high. She knew who this man was, and what he was doing. Even if no one else did. "Aelin. Let go of him right.now." "No." Rowan moves to take a step towards them, but Aelin presses the blade deeper, drawing a bit of blood. "One more step towards us, white knight, and he's gone." Rowan halts, glowering at her. "Why the fuck are you like this Aelin? I know you have the potential to be a good person, so why do you do this?" Aelin looked at him, determination in her eyes. "You have no right, Rowan, none, to determine whether I am a good person or not. Whether I murder just him, or the whole gods-damned town, you cant tell me my own sense of morality" "Give him back, or I'm calling backup right now. You know how quickly you'll be cornered." Aelin's brows furl in contemplation, but she huffs a sigh. Rowan smiles. She hasn't denied him, it's only a matter of time before she hands him over.

Aelin throws him towards Rowan and she smiles. That's weird. He catches him, hevaing a sigh of relief. Just to find his throat slit, hanging from a thread. She cut him on the knife while throwing him. He opens his mouth to say something, only to find her gone.

Aelin stormed down the streets, her hood covering most of her facial features. Not like her storming gait was inviting anyone body to come near, anyway. She threw open the door to one of her many apartments. A small part of her eased when she found Ansel, Elide, Lysandra and Yrene there. Her group. Manon was off somewhere, so was Nesryn, but she was still happy to see them. Shrugging off her coat, Aelin slumped on a chair, massaging her temples. Ansel looks at her, concern in her eyes. "What's wrong, Ae?" Aelin looks up to find all of them looking at her. "Nothing it's just.." She sighs, leaning her head back onto the back of the chair. Yrene gets up, announcing, "I'll make some tea." Aelin calls a weak 'thanks' after her, and she looks back. "It's just, I know I'm supposed to hate him and all… But sometimes I feel.. Disgusting. Vile, to be honest. No matter what the reasons are, I'm still killing people aren't I? I mean, my literal job is to kill them and take their riches."

Ansel swivels on her wheeled chair."Listen, Aelin. We all know how you are. We all know that what you're doing is right, and no matter what others think you should know what you're doing, and have confidence in it!" Elide nods vigorously, "We also know what types of vile things these men were doing. If he finds out, he'll be on his knees thanking you, and begging for forgiveness." Another image of Rowan on his knees pops into Aelin's head, but she pushes it out to listen to Lysandra, feeling a blush rising in her cheeks. Lysandra continues,"I agree! No matter what happens Aelin, know what You're doing is right, and there is absolutely no need, none, to feel ashamed!" Just in time, Yrene returns with a steaming cup of tea in her hands, and hands it to Aelin. Aelin looks around, looking at each face, and feeling a rush of gratitude with each one. She gives them a small, genuine smile." Thank you, everyone. "

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The 1% Of Chances | TWICE Jeongyeon x Male Reader Fanfic : CHAPTER 12 (FINALE)

After more than a year, this book is now officially closing with this finale chapter. Find out the rest of the twists to be unveiled and if these will all end in a positive... or a negative note. Thank you everyone again to those who read, voted, and added The 1% Of Chances on their reading lists!

1 MONTH LATER

Your recovery from your injuries has been massively smooth and progressive, thanks to the guidance from your doctors and your friend Somin, who were there for you every day, just as he said. Although you cannot move properly like a regular person would do yet, nevertheless it is a relief that you can see that your body is healing from all the damages it took from your accident.

Speaking of accidents, it may be perplexing and surprising to you to learn that you really did get involved in that which led you into this state, but you just let it pass rather and call it like it indeed was true. The doctor advised that you must stress your brain too much from remembering everything, and so you followed.

What also helped you from working patiently on your recovery aside from Somin was the other visitors you just had recently, which shocked you because you weren’t expecting that you had developed friendship this much to numerous people.

Eight women entered your room and respectfully greeted you before they began to introduce themselves one by one to you. You learned that you all met them because of some "acquaintance,” which also implicated Somin for that part. As you take a look at each of them, you are pretty impressed yourself that you got yourself surrounded by decent and gorgeously looking set of women here.

The last one who approached you, named Nayeon, wished you good luck and shared with you that they’re actually nine, but that one more person isn’t present because she’s unfortunately not available right now.

It had you feeling a bit disappointed and sad that maybe this girl was probably the least one you’re close with; that’s why she doesn’t bother her that much to visit you, but Nayeon reassured you with the idea that “If only she can be here, she’s definitely the first person who will come up to meet you and receive her utmost concern.”

You then developed the hope that you'd eventually run across this last woman someday and kept it in your mind that you'd pursue for it once you finally healed from your injuries. Thanking them all for spending their allotted time to pay a visit to their friend despite knowing that you may not remember them yet, but their thoughtfulness for you as your friends was highly recognized.

With additional motivation and encouragement, that effectively lifts you up to continue the passion of going back to your feet in much stronger and healthier condition than before.

You ate a balanced meal, did some mild exercises, took some meditation, and spent some time with your friend as he slowly brought back some buddy and personal stories you had missed.

A doctor also assigned you to a therapist to aid you in bringing back that function of your brain to recover all those traces of your memories that may have gone blocked due to the damages it suffered.

You attended every session with Dr. Han, and her instructions and advice were beneficial , and it made you concentrate deeper on controlling and monitoring the limits of your brain to reinstate all the important memories that were hopefully temporarily forgotten.

At your last scheduled appointment with her, you reported to her about the improvements you were feeling, and she also did the same evaluation of you, in which you were proud that she knew that you had done great on rebuilding yourself into the YN that everybody knew. She also congratulated you that your injuries were now almost completely healed, and tomorrow you can now be sent out and go home with your friend, who has too much already to take care of you.

Before you and her ended your consultation, the doctor noticed your silence while she’s rearranging her desk. She found you staring somewhere at nothing, seemingly fixated on whatever caught your attention.

“Mr. LN, are you good? ”She asked, glancing at you as she watched you just sit there without any movement at all. Your face has this mix of fascination and impression written on it. Thankfully, your doctor’s gentle voice was enough to cut you back from dozing off fromyour senses. With a shudder, you turned to face the doctor, your eyes blinking quickly, and you felt disoriented. “I'm fine, Doc. Sorry,” you apologized as you rubbed the bridge of your nose and breathed slowly. Forcing a smile at her, she just took one more check on you before you shyly avoided her stares at you, roaming around the room as if you’re reminiscing about something.

Bingo, that’s what the doctor had crossed into her mind, making her figure out the change in your behavior. “Something’s making you unstable? ”

“Ahh… a little bit, I guess.” You feigned a chuckle. “I still couldn’t believe I had these. Treatments, comatose, injuries… it still hasn’t struck me well that I went through all of those.”

“YN, as I said… confusions is one of the main symptoms of people who were having amnesia. You don’t know what to believe, to trust, or to comprehend yet… because what you seem to be feels more convincing than what everybody tells on you, since you couldn’t rememberly entirely about any of those.” She recapped.

“I know, doc… but I’m not confused anymore.” You corrected.

“Then what do you feel?”

“Surreal? Was that the term?” You asked for clarification. “Like, I’m having this feeling that… I wasn’t suppose to be like this at all.”

“You didn’t deserved to be in that accident, Mr. LN.”

“And neither did somebody who he t got hospitalized whether its little less than that or not.”

The doctor furrowed her brows. “Did you unlocked another core memory just now, YN?”

“I don’t know, I hope it is.. because it felt so real.” You shrugged and sighed. “I had it right after I woke up from coma ever since, and just thinking about it still almost making me question what it truly is… because it gave me the feeling of being safe and… important.”

“Give me more of what you’re trying to tell, YN. Why does it feel so important for you to remember?”

“Because I was in love?” You gazed at the doctor. “There’s this girl in my dreams while I was in coma. I couldn’t remember her face anymore but… everything she’s been saying and doing to me, I sensed some fear in those. A fear of losing a loved one away from you.

And now that i couldn’t remember who she is… it’s a mystery to me, you know? Who is this person that appeared in my dreams, that’s making me take this accident I’ve had lightly because it’s as if she knows that… I’ll do better once I recover. Do you think she… means something to me?”

The doctor took some time to put the details piece by piece before she took the turn to speak in her response. “That question is now up for you to discover, YN. Whoever that girl is, has made you feel special, and you were holding her in that reserved spot to your heart. Actually, dreams that feels too real, some says that it was a foreshadowing that something that will happen or rather, something that did occurred before.

I couldn’t help you anymore to revisit that particular dream you just had to discover if that moment is bound to be real or she’s just a part of your fantasy that you wish to be real,, but just so you know… no matter what that dream is trying to tell you, if you have the chance to meet who may that girl is, make sure that you take it, okay?”

You nodded at the recommendation that was given to you and you thanked her for sharing her thoughts about it. After exiting the room, you joined Somin who has finished paying the remaining hospital bills, send your overwhelming gratitude for the doctors and nurses involved on your recovery.

Riding the car, Somin closed the door and took the wheels while you sat beside him. Seeing you wandering around the surroundings outside, Somin had a smile on his face, still thankful and happy that his friend is back all too well.

“You good, YN?”

“I am. Good to be back, honestly. I feel free again.” You said while peeking at the hospital’s structure between the tall, old trees, dozens of cars parked and a bright morning.

“Take it all in, bro.” He smirked and patted your shoulder before he focuses on driving yourselves back to the place where you can resume your rest peacefully.

Almost half an hour later, you and Somin reached your place safety. He escorted you out with your crane and propped his body to lean against him while both were slowly walking towards the door of your house.

“Welcome aboard, this is our humble abode, YN.” He patted the couch as we walked passed it. “Just sit there and relax, don’t move too much. You can tell me what do you want and I’ll just hand it to you.”

You listened to him and slowly sank your body into the soft cushions. You leaned your back on the headboard and stared at the ceiling. Somin then came out of his room and went to the kitchen rummaging for something on those shelves.

“Do you want to eat?” he exclaimed.

“Nah, I’m not hungry yet.”

“Oh sure. How about water?”

You paused for a moment to contemplate. “Uhm, that will do. I’m kinda thirsty.”

Somin grabbed the pitchel inside the refrigerator and poured your glasses full with the said drink. After emptying it and releasing a sigh of contentment. Dropping the glass on the table, you said out something that Somin didn’t expect.

“Can you tour me around the house again?”

Somin looked at you perturbedly. “You sure? You should go and rest-”

You shook your head and rose back on the couch, taking the crane with you. Somin noticed and attentively assisted you. “I’m not that tired anyway. I just want to test if I’ll get something today. Can we?”

Somin sighed and nodded. “Alright, but if you can’t yet, we’ll try it the other day.”

You made Somin lead the way. He then starts narrating to you some of the memorable things that happened in the living area. For example, you were known for being a video game enthusiast, and the proof he has is those sets of PS5 with different games organized neatly underneath the TV.

He would then share that he once caught you sleeping on the couch while the game was paused and your controller was in your hands. That’s why he was instead the one who continued the progress of the game on your behalf.

“Next one is here, the kitchen. You were mostly the one in charge of cleaning the dishes but you’re still good at cooking, although I’m actually the one who leads for us.” He said as he lets you look around at what do you both have in this section. “We rarely let our supplies ran out for more than a day, when it comes on going for the groceries, it’s either you and i who will go as long as one of us is available here in the house.”

“Have I burnt a food once?”

“Almost, but your food set is limited so it’s a seldom that you can overcook something that you know how to.”

“Well that’s good to hear.” You were relieved to know that you didn’t caused a hindrance before.

You and Somin then left the kitchen and went through the another room. He opened the door and flicked the switch, the lights went on to illuminate the area. A bed, cabinet, chair, and a desk was the first thing that gets upon you.

“Here’s my room, all I know that you have a memory here is that you came barging onto my room because you were mad that I ate that leftover food that you spared on the fridge. We almost got into a fight there because you entered in such a bad timing.

“What were you doing at that time I complained?”

“I was stressed at the piled up papers I have to input datas and calculate them but then my computer decided to act like shit and here you came to follow and do the same.” He rolled his eyes. You just laughed a little at how funny it sounded.

“Oh so you’re an accountant?”

“Yup. Numbers and asserting datas is my life.” He said.

“Oh…”

“Anything clicks up so far?”

“Not yet.” You shook your head.

Somin nodded and tightlipped. “Okay, let’s go for one more… I bet this one might help you even just for a bit.”

Somin did the same from his room and now he lets me be the one to enter first as he shows me what’s inside. “I suspect it’s my room?”

“Gotcha. I don’t know much what were you doing here, but I can remember when you became sick and I was the one who feed you here.” He said as he sat on your bed while he lets you explore around at your belongings displayed throughout the walls and corners of the room.

“Did I had a job?”

“Almost. Well about that you were accepted at-”

Somin paused when he saw you staring at some posters pasted on the wall beside your window. He waited for something like a reaction but you remained frozen in your spot. He then approaches you from behind.

“What happened, YN?”

“N-nothing, I was like… surprised to have these here.” You said. “Aren’t they the ones who visited me two days ago?”

You were pertaining to those faces of nine girls in the poster of More And More as part of those TWICE merch that you have in your room. You also observed the posters and it was very clear that these girls are familiar to them.

“They’re my friends, right? They look popular, Somin.”

Somin nodded. “They’re not just some regular people you’re friends with, YN. They’re part of a K-Pop group that is highly recognized not only here in South Korea but to the rest of the world now too.” He told you. “Their group is called TWICE. One of the things that you love the most is listening to music, man. K-Pop is not an exception to those and listening to them made you became one of their huge fans.

And about what I was about to tell you about your job? You almost got accepted in their company if only you attended the final interview.”

“A-almost?”

“That’s the time you got into an accident.” he revealed.

“B-but how did I became f-friends with them?”

“One of the members is my cousin. You must remember her, don’t you?” He then pointed at the woman sitting at the right side with all white dress and short hair.

“That’s the bunny looking girl, right?”

“Yeah, she’s Nayeon. She’s my cousin. And we’re the reason how did you met them. Quite a luck you got in me, right?” You smirked and playfully bumped your shoulder in which you smiled.

“I’ve seen them already…” you then pointed at every members and Somin calls out their names again for you to practice memorizing them.

“The orange-hair is Sana, the blue one’s Dahyun, that blonde on the bottom is Mina and on the top is Momo, the pink one is Jihyo, standing behind her is Chaeyoung and beside Momo was Tzuyu.” He said.

“Then who’s this?” You pointed at the last remaining woman Somin haven’t named yet. She was wearing an all black dress and a blonde hair just like Mina and Momo.

“Oh… her?” Somin hesitated. “Uhm… her name is Jeongyeon. She’s the one who wasn’t able to visit you when you were at the hospital.”

“Ahh… so she’s a friend too?”

Somin looked at you with a pity, which you didn’t catched as you looked at her more through all the posters you have. He remained silent, left your question hanging.

“I haven’t seen her yet, but she’s the most familiar out of all of them.”

Somin widened his eyes. “Y-you do?”

“Yeah. My interest piques mostly at her. It’s as if inside of me… knows something.”

“That’s because she’s your bias, YN.” He revealed to you with a forced smile. You were amazed to learn about it and returned your sight at Jeongyeon. Somin then muttered about something and lowered his head.

“I think I had a great pick. She’s beautiful.” You smiled as you stared at her face until you suddenly felt stinging pain in your head. “A-agh…”

“YN? Hey, how you’re feeling?”

“I-it’s hurting.” You said as you hold your head tightly.

“Alright, that’s enough. Let’s get you back there.” He said as he helped you walk carefully.

2 MONTHS AND 2 WEEKS LATER

You and Somin were buying some food from the recession area of the KSPO dome, where you both are going to watch TWICE’s 5th World Tour ‘Ready To Be’ concert's kickoff.

Through these past few months, you began to recollect some of your lost memories with Somin and yourself, and you also began to recognize the girls that you were going to watch in support today. You also found yourself to love some of the hobbies and favorites of yours that you temporarily haven't been able to do to entertain yourself at least at home.

There may have been tough times when your head just started throbbing painfully, but it was still worthwhile in the end because the return it gave you just gave you the advantage of slowly remembering everything you'd lost that held significance to you.

You were waiting for Somin to finish buying your preferred snacks. You then looked at the things you’re holding with you to pass the short time. You lit the lightstick in your hand and played with it. The glowing colors were reflecting on the huge bubblehead fan of Jeongyeon, which you are also gripping.

Yes, even after understanding again your love for their music, it still hasn’t changed that Jeongyeon was still the one who won your interest. You proclaimed her as your bias, and there, you wished that you wanted to see her at least again at the concert.

Since she’s technically you and Somin’s friend too, he had no choice but to comply with your request.

After he returned with the snacks in his possession, you and him then searched for your seats. The view of the KSPO dome with all the lightsticks flickering is a sight to behold, and your anticipation and excitement to experience it again increase. The chants began to erupt, and sing-alongs resonated throughout the arena as the countdown began for the show to start.

And when it does, you were left at awe and chills to watch the capability of your friend’s talents. They’re so perfect to be idols and you couldn’t help but to be proud of their massive achievements and popularity, that despite through all of these, they still remained to be humble and considerate for their fans.

However, your eyes were mostly fixated at how Jeongyeon flawlessly perform, in which the fans lauded it with their chants saying that they’re so glad that she’s back and that she still got it, in which you don’t quite understand what they mean by that.

Hours have passed and the concert concluded with their first city to tour. It was such an incredible moment to add on those new memories you have to install on your mind. You and Somin then exit the arena after taking some pictures.

“Aren’t we going to meet them?” You asked him.

“Later. They’ve set some dinner later on to celebrate their first show’s success and Nayeon just texted me that we’re invited. Their security is very strict for these events so I guess we better just follow her.” Somin replied.

That night, you and Somin arrived at the said hotel where TWICE is staying in for a while before they relocate again to Canada. Both then met Nayeon and Jihyo who were waiting for them at the lobby.

They also greeted you with delight, expressing how they feel uplifted seeing you doing well after your recovery.

“Uhm, Somin? Can I go to the restroom first?”

“Yeah sure, but hurry up will you? I need you here before we log in.”

“Okay.”

You left the three falling in line on the reception area and did your break on one of the cubicles. After relieving yourself and checked your look for tonight, not wanting to look horrendous except from the scar in your head that you took from the accident.

As you about to exit the men’s restroom with quick steps, you didn’t realized that you just bumped into somebody due to your clumsiness of looking at the floor instead of focusing on the direction you’re heading with.

Thankfully, to your quick reflex, you managed to catch the person before fully crashing on the floor. As you observed who it is, it was a slap of shame to your face that it was a woman you almost hurt.

“Oh my God… I’m so sorry!” You said as you traced her frantically while holding her back. You helped her stand up by raising her with both arms and you heard her groan while readjusting her dress.

“It’s fine, you didn’t mean it but please watch where you’re going.” As she raises her head on you, her face became evident to your sight. It resulted for you to be dumbstrucked and stunned standing in front of this woman.

“Y-you’re Jeongyeon, right?” You asked.

“You got it right, mister.” She forced a smile on you and was about to walk away from you but then you came up to add something to say.

“So you’re my friend?”

Jeongyeon stopped on her steps and slowly spun her body to face you. She found it different to be assumed by somebody other than she’s a celebrity or an idol because of her image as a TWICE member. “Friend?”

“I-I'm sorry. You may not have known me, but my f-friend knows you. He’s the cousin of Nayeon, and he told me that you were my friend too, just like them.” You started to become a bit awkward telling this to her as you observed her reaction being weird or puzzled.

“Sorry, I’ll stop. Maybe I’m just wrong.” You were about to excuse yourself to get yourself away from the embarrassment you have just committed, sounding like a delusional.

But in your astonishment, you felt your sleeve getting tugged by her hand.

“Wait.” You looked back at her, and your gap became closer to one another. Jeongyeon stared at your face as you did the same. Your heart then started to react uncontrollably, beating faster knowing you’re in contact with your bias in TWICE.

As for her, you don’t know that she’s feeling the same way too. Her fingertips contacting your touch felt like it ignited one spark through her veins across her heart to start burning up into an everlasting blast.

“I-I think I know what you mean.” She said. “Were you the one that Somin oppa mentioned to me? W-what your name again?”

“YN.”

“So i’m right, I do feel like I know you. They said you were my friend too. The closest, I must add.”

You nodded at her. “That’s what they also told me about you. Sadly, we didn’t met early when I got hospitalized. They said you weren’t able to come because you’re busy at something. I supposed it’s work so yeah… it is important.”

“It was important but no, honestly I was hospitalized too when they visited you.” She shared.

Without your knowledge, the one who is occupying the van who bumped hardly onto you and your motorcycle was her. She was also involved in the accident as yours, although less critical than you, hers also suffered the fate as your are dealing with.

She also had amnesia just like you. She couldn’t remember your face at all, she barely can remember your name, that she was a close individual of you, and…

… she loved you just as much as you once loved her.

You and Jeongyeon had your feelings developed for one another but your fates didn’t allowed you to discuss about it and definitely would led to both of you becoming couples, if only if wasn’t to some uncertainties that holds both of you back. Instead, it all got erased in your memories, unfortunately; for a permanent period of time. That’s one of those memory traces that both of you lost forever.

When Jeongyeon recognized that it was you in front of their van, she was about to open the window and shout for you but then the truck interrupted and collided on the van, which harshly sent her bumping hard onto the backseat with her head hit strong on the frame of the door. That’s all she can remember just as you who has also remember now how did you got into accident.

You were taken at the hospital in the same place as hers, but she recovered way earlier because she didn’t suffered much injuries as you. She wasn’t allowed to get out that much of the room, but then her friends and Somin who has visited in her room to introduce himself as one of his friends has mentioned that they were also visiting this guy named YN who is also her friend.

She wanted to meet him but they decided that not for now as it would be hard for the both while going through their conditions. That’s why she waited patiently to recover, with the means of opportunity to meet you someday as well. She was also the one who came up with the excuse that she’s gone due to work concerns, because she doesn’t want you to get worried thinking about her that she also got hospitalized as you too.

“I didn’t wanna have them tell it to you because I don’t want you to feel bad for me. I wanted you to think of yourself first.”

“But are you doing well now?” You asked her.

“Yeah, I am.” She nodded.

“Good for you.”

“Are you as well?”

“Much better than before.” You answered. “Now that I got to finally see you, yeah.”

She chuckled. “What is that? Are you perhaps hitting on me?”

You felt guilty at the misunderstanding of your actions. “N-no! I mean… I just felt l-like… we’ve met each other before. Like recently, but I couldn’t describe how it happened. That’s why I wanted to see you again, and I’m glad I did.”

Jeongyeon considered your reasoning. “It’s nice to meet you again, YN.” She then went beside and held your hand with her, much to your startleness. “Looks like they’re out there, huh. They may be waiting for us, come on.”

She doesn’t know why she chose to hold your hand, but her heart is somehow telling her that it fits around her and your touch felt so pleasant she would like to have it on repeat.

While walking together at the hallway, an idea popped in your head as you looked at your hands clasped at each other and her charming side-profile in view.

“Jeongyeon.”

“Yes?”

“About your question, if I think twice about it… would you mind me to have some more of this?.

She knew what you meant, conscious at your glances and that slight squeeze of your hand on hers. She just grinned and effortlessly hid her blush from you.

Back at your conversation with your therapist, she also followed up a message to give an advice for you in dealing with the anxiety of searching for that woman who then became the subject of your dreams.

("Whether unexpected or predicted, circumstances can 100% occur life, possibilities might be 50% each to happen positively or not, and if you get the 1% of chances for something that you believe is almost impossible to occur in reality, better take the rare opportunity quickly.”)

“There you are, YN…” Somin stopped when he saw what emerged from the distance and looked at the oblivious Jihyo and Nayeon. “S-she’s…?”

“We didn’t know she would follow us. I suppose she went to accompany us as well when she heard we were picking you guys up from the managers.”

As they returned from the group, they were touched and glad to see you both getting along already, especially Nayeon and Somin who were got proven as they remembered what they agreed upon and shared it to the rest.

(“No need. We’re neither telling it to each of them.” Nayeon suggested.

“W-why?”

Nayeon lured her gaze away and spoke.

“My guts is telling me that we’ll leave it up to them once they meet.”

“What makes you think that they’ll recognize each other?”

“Jeongyeon loves YN and so as his loyalty for her. Even if their mind forgets themselves, their heart won’t… and it can create a whole new beginning for them to finally settle their feelings.”)

[thatztyv]

Love You Slow

Kᴏʀᴅᴇɪ Cᴏʀsᴏ

(core-dee-uh core-so)

I was finishing getting ready in front of the bathroom mirror. I was trying to zip up my dress.

I turned around to call Jack for some help. When I was half way calling him my eyes gazed upon him standing in the door frame with his arms crossed and his eyes looking me up and down.

"You in that dress is doing things to me”, he said under his breath.

"Zip my dress", I said and rolled my eyes.

He walked behind me and zipped my dress slowly while keeping eye contact with me in the mirror. He then hugged me from behind and whispered.

"You know what, I think we should stay home tonight.”

He smirked while unzipping my dress.

I reached behind me and grasped his wrist.

"Zip my dress back up Jackman. How you gone plan a party then not show up?"

"You're no fun", he said and stuck his tongue out at me.

He zipped my dress and shook his hand out my grasp, placing it on my waist and tucked his head in the crook of my neck.

First he started kissing my neck then he started teasingly biting. I closed my eyes and placed my hands on top of his.

"Jack", I groaned.

His phone started ringing, so he pulled back and answered it.

He rubbed my stomach and side as he talked.

"I'm sure she'll make it Bryson", he said, before slowly moving his hand up and grasping my left breast. "Mmhm."

We locked eyes in the mirror and I bit my lip. I pushed my butt back on him and he abruptly brought his hand to my throat.

"Don't sweat it.. You still got the other key right?... Ight, we should be there in a few."

He hung up and bent me over the sink, running his hand up and down my back. "You do things to me."

"Things like what? Make you horny?", I said and slightly twerked on him.

"Damn, you fine", he mumbled.

I stood up straight and faced him, giving him a quick peck on the lips. "We should get going."

"Imma fuck you before the night over", he said before pulling me in for another kiss.

.✿.

"You look good Druski", Jack said as he bit his lip, looking him up and down.

"Thanks? You good man?", Druski asked raising a brow at him.

"I'm great", he said with a smirk.

"Nigga you making me uncomfortable", he chuckled.

"I'm sorry, I just get so nervous around you", he said and rubbed his chest.

"KC get your man", Druski chuckled turning to me.

I held my hands up and laughed. "Aye I'm not in that."

"Shhh it's ok man", Jack said and tapped Druski's nose.

"Jack don't touch me bro", he laughed and swatted his hand away.

"Am I making you uncomfortable sweetie?"

"Yo where Bryson at?", Druski chuckled before he walked away. "He needa come get his weird ass friend."

.✿.

"Y'all having fun tonight?", Jack said into the mic.

Everybody cheered.

"Good deal, good deal", he hummed. "Enjoy yallselves!"

The intro to I Got A Shot started playing and I immediately took the mic from Jack.

"I got a shot it's not a pistol. Number one spot I'm too official. Name ringin' bells like school dismissal. She think I'm cold, I seen her nipples", I rapped.

"Go KC! Go KC!", Druski said beside me, hyping me up.

"I got a shot, it's off the dribble. She brought a friend, I'm in the middle. This one right here ain't sentimental. But I know you remember, I know you remember."

"Cause now I'm somebody you used to know", Druski sung.

"Hang at the places I used to go", I sung.

"Drivin' G-Wagen with Louis V bags. Mm, you must be used to those."

"I got a shot, it's not a pistol. Number one spot, I'm too official. Name ringin' bells like school dismissal. But I know you remember, I know you remember."

... Then me and Druski proceeded to rap the entire song.

.✿.

"You looking good over here", Jack said walking up to me. "You got a boyfriend?"

I playfully rolled my eyes.

"Yes and he doesn't take kindly to guy's flirting with me", I chuckled.

"What's his name?"

"Jack."

"Oh that's ironic my names Jackman, nice to meet you", he said grabbing my hand and kissing it.

"Jackman can you get me a drink?"

"Sure", he said still holding my hand and pulling me through the crowd.

He poured a cup of D'Ussé and handed it to me.

"Thank you", I said before drinking it.

Some of it dripped onto my chest as I drunk it.

"Are there paper towels here?", I asked as I set the cup down.

"Let me get it for you", he said and leaned down licking it off my chest.

I bit my lip as he started sucking on the top of my breast.

"I think you got it baby."

He raised his head up and the lust in his eyes was evident.

I pecked his lips before he grabbed my hand and started leading me upstairs.

"Where you taking me?", I asked as we walked down the hall.

"To the master bedroom", he said before opening the door.

.✿.

"Mmm." I softly hummed, as I wrapped my arms around his neck. His lips attached to my right nipple. He nibbled softly before sucking harshly.

He grabbed my waist and pulled me on top of him. His hard dick now under my throbbing area.

"Fuck... you've been making me hard all night."

He squeezed my thighs.

He moved closer to my neck. Feeling his warm breath against me. "Thinking bout how good I look in you." He groaned against my ear. "I know you've felt the same too ma."

"Yes baby." I mumbled.

"Oh yeah, what was that?" He slowly caressed my hips, and every now and then lightly squeezing my ass.

"Just kiss me already." I begged.

"My pleasure baby." He smirked, quickly placing his lips on mine. My kiss was hungry and rough. I opened my mouth slightly, to let his tongue in. His tongue explored every inch of my mouth.

I reached to the hem of his shirt and quickly pulled it over his head.

.✿.

I pulled back and moved to his neck, he softly panted, "Shit." as I sucked on his neck. He groaned and shifted his hips, causing me to bounce on him a little.

"Uhh fuck." He said under his breath.

My kisses trailed down his neck and closer to his collarbone.

He laid back on the bed and I ran my hands up and down his chest, slowly rolling my hips on him. His hands on my hips, helping guide my movements.

"Mmmhm", he hummed, his eyes rolling a lil bit.

"Just like that baby", he whispered. "Just like that."

"You gotta cum?.. You wanna cum on my dick babe?", he hummed sitting up on his elbows.

"Jack I gotta cum baby", I moaned as my mouth went agape.

"Cum on my dick KC let it go", he said and locked eyes with me.

My body tensed up as I came, my pussy convulsing on his dick while I realeased.

"Good girl", he muttered making chills go down my spine.

I continued riding as I came down from my high and it was only another minute after that he released inside me.

"KC baby.. oh fuck", he moaned as he squeezed his eyes shut.

I love listening to him moan when he cums.

We're both deeply invested in making each other feel good in bed, and it makes for some great sex.

Usually when we finished with me on top I roll off and snuggle up against him. But tonight was different.

After my orgasm subsided, we locked eyes - a deeply loving look, saying more to each other with our eyes than our words could allow.

I lifted up, but not off of him. I let my pussy hover over him, sliding them gently along the tip of his dick.

I reached down and spread myself, letting his cum run out and back over him.

I climbed off and slid down between his legs. I looked at him as I licked my lips before leaning down and taking his still-hard dick into my mouth.

He groaned, closing his eyes and throwing his head back.

"Your cum tastes good mixed with my pussy, baby. I could lick it up all night."

"You on some real freaky shit tonight", he chuckled between a moan.

I continued licking and sucking his dick until I was satisfied with my cleanup job.

.✿.

My legs were wrapped around Jack's waist as I dug my nails into his back as he gave me slow deep strokes.

"Fuuuck", I cried out.

He rolled his hips smoothly and I let out cries of pleasure.

I moved one of my hands to the back of his head and pulled his face closer to mine. I kissed him deeply.

I moaned into his mouth as he started to speed up his rolls.

I broke away from the kiss as he pushed himself deeper into me.

"Jack, Jack, Jack", I moaned out breathlessly.

He buried his head in the crook of my neck, sucking and kissing on my hot skin.

He moved his kisses up to my jaw and kissed all around it. Then he planted a quick peck on my lips.

He sat up and pulled me closer to him. Causing him to go further in me.

He grabbed my hands and intertwined our fingers. He pinned my hands above my head and hovered me again. He thrusted into me faster.

He brought his face closer to mine. Our noses rubbing against each other.

"Baby", I whined.

"You like that?", he said as his lips grazed lightly over mine.

We locked eyes and I bit my lip. I whined and threw my head back.

He stopped thrusting and leaned down. He kissed my bare throat then sucked on it.

I let out a moan. I was loving every second of this.

"Does that feel good.. Oh I bet it does." He said in the most hottest way possible. Cheeky bastard.

"Yes uhh...uhhh.. yesss." His words sent shivers through my entire body. I started to repeatedly moan out his name as my stomach began to curl up.

"Oh my fuck." I threw my head back on the pillow.

I pulled him close and connected my lips with his. He moaned my name into the kiss, as his hand wandered to rub my clit, making my back arch and legs shake.

Our moans grew louder with each thrust, my hips starting to buck up.

"Uhh Kordei."

"Fuck."

"Jack." I moaned, eyes shut tight, body shaking as I released all over his dick.

"Uh huh." Jack hummed, feeling my warm cum cover him.

"Fuck... I'm close." He groaned as I started to match my hip movements with his to make him cum too.

He thrusted into me a few more times.

"SHIT, babe... uhh FUCK!!" He moaned desperately, as he released inside me. His thrusts coming to a stop as we both rode out our high's.

"Oh fuck Kordei." He groaned, as he watched his warm cum drip out of me as he slowly pulled out.

"I love you." He moaned while his head fell onto my shoulder, his breathing heavy.

"I love you too." I said with a smile, pulling him closer to me.

.✿.

We cleaned ourselves up after laying there for a few minutes.

"You look too good", he hummed before peaking my lips. He grabbed ahold of my waist and pulled me in for a deeper kiss.

"Alright. We've been up here for long enough", I chuckled after I pulled back.

-

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[wonsohl]

say my name! 🌊 han yujin

synopsis: yujin x f!reader , white day episode , f!reader and yujin get together

you walk in to school 20 mins before other kids come in, your uncle was the vice principal of the school and would drop you off at school in the morning everyday.

you rush down the corridor and go into your home room.

unpacking your bag eagerly you lay out a chocolate carton and letter on anonymous table.

holding the letter dearly near your heart, you place it on your desk and run away with your bag unzipped, which was your biggest mistake.

you meet up with your friend before going inside school near the cafe.

you check your phone ;

8:17am

giving you and your fiend enough time to grab a takeaway ice coffee.

when you arrive to your homeroom, you notice a big crowd around yujin’s desk.

it felt like finally noticed your presence.

then you noticed your friend, ahyeon staring at you.

she whispers,

“look who is blushing” she says whilst pinching your cheeks.

you realise the heat on your cheeks and run out of class.

but then you bump it yujin and his group.

🤦🏻‍♀️ so cliche for what?..

you quickly look at him and run to the bathroom splashing cold water on your face burning down the heatness of your face.

“y/n!” ahyeon calls out chasing you to the bathroom.

“you made it so obvious!, he probs knows you like him!” she says hitting you on the head.

“sorry sorry, but it’s better he knows and can just reject me so i can move on!” you say patting your brushed head after ahyeon’s hitting.

you got back to class to see everybody has calmed down and went back to their own groups.

luckily no one stares at you or anything, except yujin.

from the corner of your eyes you can see him examining you.

then your teacher comes in, quieting down the class after the hectic crowds over yujin’s table.

during lesson you could feel yujin still staring at you with his big doe eyes.

and to be honest , you felt so happy knowing the guy whom you had admired for over a year has now finally embraced you?

after the bell rang ahyeon was already gone as she had to go to a badminton competition with a few other of your classmates leaving you alone.

you didn’t have any real friends other than ahyeon and everybody in your class already had their own friend groups.

so you took out your phone and went through your socials that’s until you found a shadow right in front you.

now, out of all the possible people who it could’ve been, it was yujin.

“so uhm, it was you?”

crap.

he caught you and you were done for good.

“haha, yes it was.”

then there was an awful silence.

a very PAINFUL silence.

“it’s ok, if you don’t like me back,

i undertand-“

then yujin hands you his name tag

both hands and eye closed whilst looking down.

“please y/n?, just this once”

you smiled taking the name tag off the boys hands who was scared for his dear life.

“yes yujin, i love you to”

now like was a very strong word, but love?

you officially took his young heart forever to keep.

he looked up blushing.

and with that,

you and yujin were always found together, hand by hand everyday every time.

“happily ever after”

- hvnyujiq 🫂

(giving your name tag in s.korea is like a confession, if you see the ‘say my name’ performance, you would see the members giving their name tags to the star creators as a confession! that’s what gave me the idea for this fic! always leave request in the comments :) don’t be afraid!)

[perfectfangirl]

notes after rewatching fallout s1 ep5

• whyyy did the scene start out like a horror movie again 😫 • maximus [disguised as lord titus] with thaddeus, having a good time regaling each other, even listening to music, and hanging out ☹️ • this is probably the closest these two have to friendship of any kind [dane is the only other friend maximus has and i don't think thaddeus has anyone like that tbh] • the way they're talking, it sounds like they're been drinking because why thaddeus ask maximus to suddenly brand him, like drunkenly getting matching tattoos with a friend gdkgdkg • not sure how official the branding ceremony was but the difference between maximus silently receiving his brand opposed to thaddeus loudly screaming during his is too comical • lord titus would've never been this nice to thaddeus and i don't really know why maximus thought thaddeus would accept the deception after being told the truth. dane was right about the brotherhood of steel. there's no leaving. there's no getting out • but i did have hope he would • "we can still be friends" ☹️

• thaddeus is shocked it's maximus and logically for the world and organization asks where's lord titus • thaddeus clearly starts to suspect that maximus did something to lord titus--- if maximus hadn't have lied in the first place about what happened to lord titus, maybe thaddeus would have believed him, but then again, this would mean maximus never being in the power suit. i think lord titus' threats on maximus' life over maximus' inefficacy at squiring for lord titus motivated maximus for all this • "it's the brotherhood, they'll find out" everybody shifted in this scene. thaddeus is implying even if maximus tells the truth, the brotherhood of steel will still likely kill him anyways because of the failure of his squiring with lord titus, i get thaddeus not taking any of this at face value because that's his head too

maximus deciding to basically kill thaddeus now that he's not on board [oof]

"i should have known better than to trust you", i don't know if this conversation could have gone all that differently considering but thaddeus betting against a twelve piece cast iron skillet set is crazy

yeah maximus wanted to kill thaddeus but i don't think he meant to crush his foot [he really does drive that thing like a shopping cart]

maximus begging thaddeus not to leave him in the power suit after deactivating and him saying he'll kill him in the same breath. thaddeus telling maximus he should have in response. whew!

"the stinky old head's mine now" pleaseee 😭

maximus claustrophobically sweating to death in that power armour and then them big ass radroaches come? i would've been full blown screaming

lucy is a good shot after all actually and her stomping a radroach into the concrete was marvelous

it's lucy's sweaty knight in shining armour 🥲

maximus asks to be let out and lucy's like "believe me, i really want to trust you but… i've had a rough week." cooper done shook her whole world up 😭

i don't want to say it was for her own good because i don't believe that but it did teach her a lesson, that she really shouldn't trust people and to be wary of anyone in the wasteland

lucy is in the middle of talking and throws right up. maximus informs her she has radiation sickness. he then goes on to tell her he has radaway but it's in the power suit, and tells her she can have it if she lets him out

"i really want to believe you but… practically every person i've met here has tried to kill me so…" 😭 she had learned a hard lesson at what cost

old lucy would've let him out, no questions asked but it's good she's questioning it because who is he and why did someone disarm him? did they have a good reason to, you know?

maximus lets lucy know not getting the medicine means she'll pass out and her passing out means certain death for them both

maximus lies again and tells lucy he is lord titus and she truthfully tells her name • maximus is about to explain how to let him out the power armour and lucy already knowing, can't believe she right away starts asking what model the power suit is [t60], going into a war history lesson about its usage, talks about seeing them in engineering manuals, and even starts rattling off the precise specifications on the inside before passing clean out in maximus' arms--- • [that's a little romantic but another thing] • cooper and lucy have overlapping knowledge and on this basis would be so interesting for cooper to see this girl is damn near a military history and engineering nerd. imagine they have a scene where she tells him something even he doesn't know about this stuff he was there for • tbh them cleaning up vault 32 made it way easier for norm to enter vault 31 • "we know what's in there" and it's in relation to vault 31's experiment and that knowledge ultimately destroying everyone in vault 32 • chet to norm is like yeah let's get the fuck out of here • chet's real name being chester [this is cute] • i don't know if i mentioned this before but the height differences ™ between chet and norm are molte bene • betty obviously onto them like i knew and them lying about planting potatoes lgdlgdlfg [anyone's guess if she believes them] • maximus actually giving lucy the radaway 🥲 • maximus revealing he didn't even know people lived in the vaults, lucy asking "what did you think was in them?" and maximus simply saying "monsters." is so wild given the vault experiment lore and the fact that in the next episode, they go on to be inside a vault full of people used as experiments who could be deemed "monsters" • "just regular folk like me" vault 32's experiment has gone well • maximus saved lucy and was just going to walk away asking nothing further of her 🥲

• tracker coming in handy and lucy's bargaining the head in exchange for the brotherhood of steel's help probably would've had some ground [at least maybe in the video games] but maximus is wrapped up in so many lies, there's no way he would've made good on this deal • which is funny! because a legion of them descend on moldaver's place in the observatory anyways • "you could have been lying about the medicine, and you weren't. and you could have killed me when i collapsed back there and you didn't. i get that trust doesn't come easily up here. but you can trust me." oh lucy really does coax goodness out of others just by being herself • lucy tells about how easy life in her vault is and that the worst experiences are people forgetting to say thank you. maximus thinks it's "a nice way to live". he already is imagining what it would be like to get away from the brotherhood of steel • lucy and maximus shake on it, there's a rainbow of light in between them, a search of google details that rainbows are a [universal] symbol of love, hope, peace, acceptance. a little something again for you romantic types

• "democracy in action" and the election results are more than likely being rigged in favour of vault 31 transplants • lucy asking maximus what's happened in the last two hundred years and maximus asking what she means? it's like they're not even from the same planet • but you know who could tell her what happened directly after the bombs fell? cooper • this scene is actually so crazy because maximus says "the bombs fell when i was a kid" and lucy, confused and in a sarcastic way responds "is that what they tell you in your brotherhood?" and at this time, i didn't fully understand what had happened at shady sands and was only operating on the knowledge of the initial bomb drop two hundred years ago, they're talking about two separate events and don't realize it

• one thing i did see was a post here that said it was possible lucy and maximus could've been at shady sands at the same time 🥲 • the way she was kinda making a dig at him for being in a cult when they both are 😭 • maximus digs right back but then responds with something very telling "you thought you would show up to some warlord with no armour, no help, and expect him to just turn over a hostage to you? did you really think that that would work?" is he calling the brotherhood of steel warlords? oof • lucy breaking from vaulty delusion to admit vault dwellers are naive [true] and gives an example of thinking the big light™ in the vault was the sun [you were just a baby 😭] • "i really thought that the big light on our farm was the sun" and it was. because lucy was in shady sands. 😢 • "i realized it was just her that made it all feel so real" and this is how lucy is effecting the people around her including but not limited to cooper and maximus • then lucy asks are people up there flat earthers lmao

• norm messing around in the intervault archive seeing that every single overseer for vault 32 has been from vault 31 [this is suspicious and as we learn, a conspiracy going back hundreds of years as vault 31, 32, 33 experiments] • "so you guys use prewar technology to find and collect prewar technology to make sure no one has prewar technology" yeah that's uh totally the good guys 💀 • for a split second lucy had maximus questioning the ideology gfldgl • "you armed?" "no." "yes we are." "are you armed?" "no." everybody and they momma lyin' 😭 • "they said they're not armed." "they're lying." "you're lying!"--- riveting! television! 😭 • "are you trying to fuck us?" and come to find out they're fucking cannibals • lucy feels like the only sane person here and it's so fucking funny she pulls out the pacifist dialogue because she interjects with "ok, uh, i think we're all feeling some tension, yeah? a little stress? uh so why don't we all take a deep breath?" "what the fuck are you talking about?" y'all there's tears in my eyes again 😭 • lucy implementing a deescalation attempt by raising their hands as they go across the bridge. why them people comply 😭 • "you already said you don't have any weapons." "and neither do we!" a lying match if i ever saw one • the song that plays in this scene ["ladyfingers" by herb alpert & the tijuana brass] because it has an old west/country western feel to it, it's an instrumental so i can't glean much for meaning but it's nice • the first time i watched this scene, i was taken aback by how large the girl's eyes on the opposite couple were, the two felt like foils to lucy and maximus • anyways, the horrible looking people got a taste of the blicky • lucy, in shock asks "why?" maximus shows that they are fiends, they eat people • maximus "tis but a scratch"'s the tooth in his arm • "i hate it up here" lucy is so fucking tired of wasteland bullshit 😭

• seems like a situation conveniently happens to push people to vote for people from vault 31 in overseer elections hmmm... • chet kinda wants to stay in line but i think he's almost scared to find out what lies beneath • mashed potatoes being better is what hank and steph say about vault 31, then we pick up with mashed potatoes served to the prisoners. interesting • lucy being truly confronted with the reality of her life and the wasteland--- the new california republic and shady sands. population 34,000+. she asks if it's real and it was. "what about reclamation day?" don't think maximus even knows what that is. lucy realises her, her vault, its residents and vault tec's entire vault system was rendered redundant. truth is, the wasteland never needed vaults particularly and civilization continued on without the need of vault dwellers and their reclamation ideology

• maximus goes on with "well, if it makes you feel any better, it didn't work out" and maximus was there that day. he had a good life. and then hank and others like him took that away from them. • it must've been really hard for maximus to show lucy the bomb crater and where his life changed forever, that's personal and vulnerable • lucy inquires about what happened with maximus going "it's the same thing that always happens. everyone wants to save the world, they just disagree on how." and that's fallout • up until now it wasn't obvious to lucy but maximus reveals he was a survivor of shady sands • saw a post here do a little colour analysis on cooper and barb and bring up how barb is in red tones [rather earthy and skintone like, peaches and pinks] and cooper's is blue and yellow like vault tec's [cannot find if this is merely coincidence for the lore] but anyways, the lavender taffy in the third episode is a shade of purple? you know who else when combined are a shade of purple? lucy in her vault suit and maximus in his power armour onesie. i will go further to say how intriguing it is both these characters in red have valid motivations but find themselves in positions of the wrong at some points

• the rotten tooth inside maximus' arm is making him bleed too much so lucy searches to find something to help him • hysterical lucy goes into this abandoned looking building with like no fear like sorry y'all she is for the capital wasteland streets 😭 • maximus did not want to do all that but went guns a blazin' gldlgldl • this place being related to vault tec so of course sick experiments • did not realize the door handle was a sticker inside the trick floor chute room lucy and maximus fell down into • "i spoke with the overseer of vault 31" and it's a brain in a jar! a talking brain in a jar! • who covered up i mean cleaned up vault 32, though? • the song choice ["what a diff'rence a day makes" by dinah washington] for this scene though

• they covered up everything, surely betty knows norm and chet was in there • "separated to prevent the spread of threats" ironic • the vault 32 computer conveniently smashed for optimal evidence erasure • betty lying? about burying [lucy] and norm's mother rose and lying about burying rose's pip boy with her leads me to the idea surely betty partook in shady sands, surely • thank goodness the denizens of vault 4 were good people 🥲 • lucy happy to be back in a vault and i totally get her lol