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Chain, Keep Us Together (Max Verstappen x Reader)

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summary: he won the championship, what does that mean for them?

word count: 4019

warnings: not proofread, breakups, alcohol, slight angst, happy ending

October 20, 2022, COTA

“That was a hell of a celebration for winning the championship,” the reporter started off, “It’s not all the time teammates share a kiss after winning a championship.”

“We did it last year, didn’t we?” Max chuckled awkwardly, looking over to y/n.

“Practically tradition at this point,” she chimed in jokingly with a tight-lipped smile. Media training in this situation was an absolute wonder considering neither of them had spoken to the other after that moment in Suzuka.

She couldn’t bring herself to do it then. She couldn’t find the words to express the jumbled thoughts in her head, deciding it would have been easier for her to vanish as soon as she finished her commitments to Suzuka.

Truth be told, throughout the season, she didn’t mind sharing press conferences with him. Well, before Suzuka, at least. This time, however, the tension hung heavy in the air between them. So many words left unsaid as they sat across from each other.

“Does this mean you guys are still together?”

Max was at a loss for words. How would he explain this. Were they together again? By no means was their breakup publicized, but after their very public relationship in 2021, it was safe to assume people figured things out on their own.

“Who said we split up?” she questioned with a laugh, somehow able to act like everything was okay with them both. It was easy when she’d managed to do it throughout the entire season.

“There was a lot of speculation in the media after both of you were spotted less with each other this past season,” the reporter explained, taking a gulp.

“Ah,” she winked, “We wouldn’t have kissed if we weren’t still together, eh?”

Except they weren’t. They hadn’t been for a long time. It wouldn’t be good media for the team though if she let people know about the breakup right after sucking face in Suzuka. It would’ve put both of them in an awkward situation.

“Right, of course,” the reporter nodded, “Are there going to be any more moments between you two after confirming you’re still together?”

“Aren’t we supposed to be asking questions about the race?” Max questioned bluntly in an attempt to bail her out from the awkwardness of the conversation the reporter tried to engage in, “But I can give you a kiss too if that’s what you want to keep talking about.”

“Where’s my kiss then?” Daniel chimed in, a wide smile on his face. He and Max were good friends, he knew damn well what transpired between the Red Bull drivers. He was just there to lend the pair a helping hand at the conference.

The crowd laughed at his blunt humor and he breathed a sigh of relief at the switch in the topic. No longer did she have to go on about this fictional season she wished she could have had with Max. If things had gone right, she would have smiled, raving on about how great things with Max were rather than making things up about how they were still together.

There was no point in living a fantasy when the crushing reality loomed above their heads; they kissed. Now what?

October 9, 2022, Suzuka Circuit

He kissed her. She couldn’t believe it. He took her in his arms and kissed her.

She pulled away, a look of confusion on her face as she processed the situation. She stared at him for a moment, breathing a sigh of relief before pulling him closer by his shirt and wrapping her arms around his neck.

He’d done it. He beat Lewis Hamilton to the checkered flag, and now he was the World Champion.

After those grueling laps, he emerged victorious. He was sure he owed it all to y/n for supporting him off the track, and fighting Lewis off on the track the way she did. He just wished she could have crossed the finish line with him.

“The world fucking champion!” her voice came over the radio. Despite her retirement, she managed to find her way over to the rest of the team long enough to ask for access to his radio.

“It’s all thanks to you for everything you did in that car earlier,” he let out a laugh, still in disbelief at how they managed it.

“You’re the one who crossed the finish line, remember?” she reminded him with a small laugh, “I’ll see you at the podium ceremony!”

“Would’ve been much better if you were there.”

“Enough flirting, we have a championship to celebrate!” Christian’s voice came over his radio as y/n let out a laugh before disconnecting from the line, allowing the rest of the pit wall time to celebrate over the radio before heading off to parc ferme.

He got off the car, smiling widely as he saw the team gathered there waiting for him. His eyes met hers and he rushed toward her first, wrapping his arms around her and carrying her over the barrier.

“Max!” she exclaimed as her feet left the ground, wrapping her arms around his neck as he kissed her deeply as the fireworks went off.

“I love you,” he told her as the fanfare began, holding her tight against his chest, the adrenaline rushing through him. She looked up at him, her e/c eyes filled with nothing but warmth as she pulled him in for another kiss.

“I love you too, Max Verstappen,” she smiled, burying her face in his neck as the team cheered and celebrated the Dutch driver.

“I love you,” he breathed out, nothing but the sounds of the rain and the fans outside to be heard. She gasped, her e/c eyes glimmering with conflict. Why did things have to be so complicated?

She pulled him closer, both hands cupping his cheeks as she kissed him, just as passionately as she used to. She broke away from him awkwardly, the attendants calling them to the podium area.

She didn’t tell him she loved him.

How could she when she didn’t know how to feel about it. He still loved her, but was that basis enough for her to let him back in?

October 23, 2022, Texas

“You know, you never told me about what happened with Max in Suzuka,” Carlos shook his head as he and y/n shared breakfast at the hotel.

“Please, you saw what happened,” she rolled her eyes at him. It was all over social media at that point, both the team’s social media admin and fans reposting the clip of them in the cooldown room.

“You never told me why it happened, though,” he reminded her as she groaned. After the regular posting about the team’s victory in Suzuka, she locked herself out of her phone to avoid having to talk about the incident with anybody. Hell, she even holed herself up in the apartment in fear of running into Max. Why did most of the grid have to live in Monaco?

“That’s because I don’t really know what happened, Carlos,” she spoke passive aggressively, rolling her eyes at the Spaniard, “One second I’m bringing him in for a hug, the next he’s kissing me.”

“More like trying to eat your face off,” Carlos quipped, making y/n roll her eyes, “Then you kissed him too. Twice.”

“That was an accident.”

“Mate, how do you accidentally kiss your ex-boyfriend?” Carlos quirked a brow at her, crossing his arms over a chest.

“Well, I—” she paused, “It’s complicated.”

“No, I don’t understand how it’s so complicated. At Singapore, you were talking about how hard it was for you to act professional around him and now, I have to find out on a few screens that you kissed Max!”

“It’s not my fault you found out on the screens, they were being streamed live,” she groaned, burying her face in her palms, “But I don’t know. He kissed me and because I was caught up with the adrenaline and nostalgia of our team winning another championship, I kissed him too.”

“Doesn’t explain why you kissed him a second time.”

“He told me he loved me,” y/n mumbled, “I didn’t know what to say, so I just kissed him.”

Carlos broke out in a fit of laughter.

“You kissed him because you couldn’t tell him you loved him too?”

“What makes you think I still love him?” she crossed her arms over her chest, her resolve failing as she sighed.

“You still love him!” Carlos exclaimed, his eyes growing wide, “When you started talking about him, I just assumed you weren’t over him, but you still love him!”

“Can you repeat that? I don’t think the 13th floor heard you too well,” she rolled her eyes at him, “And I don’t even know if I still love him. Maybe it’s just. Maybe it’s just me getting excited at the idea of racing with him again, or being around him as my teammate.”

“And why would you get excited over that?”

“Because he’s arguably one of the best drivers on the grid at the moment?” she quirked a brow at him, shaking her head. Of course, she would defend his honor in a casual conversation with Carlos. She was whipped.

“You’re just inventing things now,” he shook his head.

“Okay, well, even if I still love Max, what the hell am I going to do about it?”

“Talk to him about it?” Carlos suggested the most obvious route possible, “He said in Suzuka that he loves you still. Why don’t you do something about it?”

“Because what if it was just the adrenaline?” she huffed, “What if when all the chemicals in his brain settled down, he realized that he only said that because he was excited about winning the championship? Then what? I leave the team in shambles trying to clean up this mess?”

“Ay, why do you have to make it so complicated?”

“He’s the one who broke up with me, then he’s going to tell me he still loves me? You’re telling me those aren’t mixed messages to you?”

“All I’m saying is that maybe you should talk to him. Clear up the air.”

The pair remained silent for a moment.

“Is this what you meant when you said you protect love?” she questioned, quoting an interview of his she saw while scrolling through social media.

“It could be,” he shrugged, “Don’t ruin your chances at happiness just because you’re not sure, y/n.”

“I’ll…keep that in mind,” she nodded, getting up from her seat, “I’m going to get ready for the track now. I’ll see you later.

The weekend was strong for Red Bull, though she didn’t manage to put herself on the podium for that race. Max won. Of course, he did, why wouldn’t he?

The team gathered below the podium, all piling into this odd car parked there, cheering for Max. He’d done it, he won the Constructor’s Championship.

Just as they promised each other, they did what was best for the team. He won both championships for the team and she helped him like the good teammate she agreed to be. She couldn’t help but smile up at him as she watched him celebrate on the podium with Marko.

For a split second, their eyes met as he stood on that podium. She gave a polite nod, offering him a smile instead, hoping the cameras didn’t catch on to the awkwardness shared between them. Still, she clapped and cheered—it was a big moment for the team, after all. It would be a shame if she let that moment in Suzuka get in the way of the fact that the team had just won both championships.

She stayed behind on the track until later that night; the team had celebration photo ops, of course. It was unavoidable for one of the PR officers to request that the two drivers have their photos taken together.

He made his way towards her, pausing to ask for permission. She nodded, allowing him to wrap his arm around her waist, both of them grinning at the camera as they held the trophy out. Goosebumps littered her skin at the feel of his hand around her waist, warmth radiating off his body.

She pulled away from him almost as soon as the camera went off, offering a quick congratulations to him as she made her way toward the rest of the team.

She wanted nothing more than for the night to be over with but, of course, Christian announced there would be an afterparty at a nearby bar later on into the night. As one of the team’s drivers, she had no excuses not to show up. The best she could do was turn up late in a navy blue dress, her makeup all done up as she spent a fair amount of time in the bathroom just to avoid having to show up early.

Nonetheless, she arrived at the party, a smile on her face as the team cheered for her. She decided she was too sober for the party as she saw Max’s gaze go over to her as he conversed with Pierre. She allowed herself to vanish into the crowd, making her way over to the bar and ordering a few drinks, downing them as quickly as she could.

She stayed there for most of the night, ordering drinks and snacks in the little bar corner she found, not really conversing with anybody else on the team. They were far more focused on Max anyway.

Speaking of Max, the man had terrible timing.

“Can we talk?” he questioned, a bashful tone to his voice as she stared up at him, blinking for a moment as though trying to let her vision clear up a bit more. Perhaps she shouldn’t have drank so much.

“You’re going to talk anyway,” she groaned, “Might as well get it over with. What did you want to talk about?”

“I wanted to uh, to talk about us. And the breakup?” he spoke shyly, unsure of how to approach the situation with the woman. He should have thought about that before he kissed her in front of a live audience.

“Just the breakup?” she slurred.

“Well, obviously, I want to talk about the kiss too, but I want to talk about everything from the start,” he explained briefly as she nodded.

“You know, when you broke it off with me, I thought I did something wrong,” she admitted, e/c eyes fixated on the clinking of the ice cubes against her glass with great interest, purposefully looking away from Max. It was then he realized just how drunk the woman was. He’d have to postpone the conversation for another time.

He couldn’t get much of a word in before she spoke again.

“You didn’t do anything wrong,” he shook his head, taking the stool next to hers, his fingers naturally gravitating towards her hand. Her hand twitched for a second before sighing and allowing Max to keep his hand above hers.

“It’s just, when you broke up with me, the excuse you used,” she laughed sadly, “God, it was so stupid. ‘Do it for the team’ as if you didn’t win the championship while we were dating.”

“I was plenty stupid,” he nodded in agreement, “I’m sorry.”

“But then you kissed me in Suzuka and it was like everything was normal again between us,” she bit her lip, a poor attempt at stopping the tears from crawling down her cheeks, “You kissed me in Suzuka the same way you kissed me in Abu Dhabi.”

“Did I?”

“You did,” she hiccupped, “You held onto me so tight while you kissed me.”

“I guess I did,” he nodded, brows furrowing with concern for her inebriated state.

“Yeah, there weren’t any fireworks outside though,” she laughed, pointing at her chest, “I felt fireworks here, though. Fuck, my heart was exploding when you kissed me.”

Max nodded, allowing her to talk.

“Did you mean it?” she questioned.

“Did I mean what?”

“Did you mean it when you told me you still loved me?”

He paused. He didn’t want to have this conversation with her in this state. He didn’t know how she would react to hearing all that. Clearly, she was emotional enough as it was.

“Why are you so quiet?” she poked at his face, her mood shifting like a pendulum as she pulled away from him, frowning, “You didn’t mean it, did you?”

“No, of course, I meant it!” he exclaimed, taking her hands in his, “I meant what I said in the cooldown room, and I stand by what I did.”

“Really?”

“Yes, but right now, I don’t know if you’re going to remember this conversation, okay?” he questioned.

“Okay,” she nodded, changing the topic, “Do you think you can walk me back to the hotel room?”

This was an odd olive branch for her to throw out to him. At this point, she didn’t care at all. As far as her drunken brain was concerned, he was sorry and she had a headache forming. She just needed to get out of there, it didn’t matter if she was leaving with her ex.

“Are you sure?” he questioned, hesitant to agree to her request.

“Yeah,” she nodded bluntly, “I’m sure. I can even make like, a letter for morning me so she doesn’t get all mad at you tomorrow.”

“Are you always mad at me when you’re sober?” he quirked a brow at her, teasing her in a way.

“Of course not,” she shook her head, squishing his cheeks together, “Sober me loves you too much for that.”

This caught Max off-guard. Sure, he hoped she still felt something for her, but he didn’t think he’d learn this during her drunken stupor. If anything, he was expecting her drunk self to admit she hated him and wished she could crash into the rear of his car.

“I love sober you too.”

“What about tipsy me?”

“I’d hardly call you tipsy.”

“Shut up and walk me to my hotel room,” she retaliated, rolling her eyes at him as she stumbled through the bar, waving at the rest of the team as she made her way back to the hotel room, Max right at her tail to keep her from tripping over.

The short was fairly walked. Drunk y/n was more than determined to get herself back in bed to sleep the headache away. Max, on the other hand, was filled with concern for her, holding onto her whenever she’d fall or keeping her from bumping into things.

She stopped in front of a door, pulling a key card out her purse and pushing the door open.

“You going to do okay on your own?” he questioned.

“No,” she admitted honestly, “Can you stay?”

“y/n—”

“I know it’s stupid and I’m probably going to forget this in the morning or whatever, but frankly, I don’t care,” she shook her head, “I’ll deal with this when I wake up, but for now, can you please just stay?”

Max looked at her for a moment, letting out a sigh as she pouted.

“I’ll stay.”

“Thanks,” she smiled over at him as she jumped into the bed, “Join me?”

“No,” Max shook his head, making his way over to the couch, “If you still feel that way tomorrow, I will. But right now, I think it’s better for us both if you sleep in your bed alone tonight.”

“Okay.”

She couldn’t argue with that, he was being a nice, decent man. It’s what she loved about him in the first place. He was always so nice to her, dating or not.

She didn’t have much time to think about it as she fell asleep almost immediately with how much she wanted to get the day over with.

She didn’t dream of anything that night. It was almost as though her body thought the same thing as her brain; she wanted to let the night pass as quickly as possible.

She woke up the next day with a pounding headache, looking around the room in search of the Dutchman. Perhaps it was all a dream?

If that had been the case, her doorknob would not have twisted open to reveal the Dutchman in her doorway.

“This is technically breaking and entering,” she quipped, laying back in her bed, “Where’d you go?”

“I got you breakfast,” he explained, holding up a paper bag from a nearby restaurant, “I can leave if you want me to.”

“No,” she shook her head, “We’re going to have to talk about this.”

“Do you want to wait until after breakfast?”

“If it was up to what I want to do, we would never have this talk,” she shook her head. “Too much of a coward for important conversations like this.”

“Well, I want to start by saying I’m sorry,” he frowned, “I was so stupid when I broke up with you, and it ended up making me miserable all season, and it led to all these confusing feelings, and I’m so sorry if I hurt you.”

“Yeah, it did sting a bit,” she admitted with a sigh, “I don’t know, this whole season I just kept trying to do my best in the races. It was the last thing I told you I’d do, I had to stick to it.”

“And you did amazing this season.”

“So did you, Mr. World Champion,” she scoffed at the compliment.

“Well, I would have did so much better if I was still with you this season,” he confessed, “Turns out I’m so much less motivated to win races when you’re not there to congratulate me on them.”

“Same thing, honestly,” she laughed, “I had to stop myself from hugging you back in Monaco. I didn’t want to slip up from the whole professional shtick we had.”

“It was stupid, really,” Max shook his head, “So, are we okay?”

“I mean, we were always okay,” she paused, looking for the words, “We were okay, we just weren’t us.”

“I missed you.”

“So, are we doing this?” she questioned, “You still love me?”

“Of course,” he nodded, pausing as he realized something, “But what about Carlos? You were happy with him and everything, I don’t want to get in the way of that if you guys are—”

“We’re friends, Max,” she insisted.

“But you guys switched caps and everything—”

“Was that supposed to mean anything?” y/n questioned, breaking out in a fit of laughter at Max’s nervous demeanor, “Also, that was one time. I realized I accidentally let him borrow your cap, and I practically chased him down in the paddock to get it back.”

“My cap?”

“The one I ‘borrowed’ from you.”

“You still have that?”

Heat rose to her cheek as she found herself unsure of whether or not she wanted to tell him the truth. Fuck it, they were being honest at that moment.

“I bring it with me on race weekends,” she admitted, “Sometimes, I even wear it. It’s what I was wearing when Carlos and I traded hats.”

“You kept it?”

“Is that bad?”

“No,” he shook his head, letting out a relieved laugh.

“If we do this, I want you to know I’m not a championship girl,” she paused, blinking at her usage of words, unsure of how to properly phrase it, “I don’t want you running back to me just because you won the championship. I don’t want us to be like this until the next season rolls around and you’re suddenly deciding you want to do what’s best for the team again.”

“Well, you know what I think would be best for the team next season?”

“What?”

“If their drivers got along the same way they did in the 2021 season,” he admitted as they both laughed, “I’m all in if you want to do this again.”

“Of course, I want to do this!” she exclaimed, a smile making its way to her face, “Don’t get me wrong, you were an idiot, but I still love you, Max Verstappen.”

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Chapter 3

Honey

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Tuesday night when I arrived home, my father was in the living room doing his puzzles, the sign that a talk is waiting for me. Early in the morning when I got back in the simulator, I decided to honor the memory of Riley, with that in my mind, 4:57 minutes, 3 fighters and 1 tracking weapon, all down.

“I hear it was a good one.” Shit, I knew it, but my tip toeing didn’t work like it never did. He laid back in his armchair and pointed me with his head to the couch. “So proud of you lieutenant.” I drag me to the couch when I sit, he laughs.

“Good job Sky, I know you can make it, don’t lose that courage in you, that confidence and that braveness.” He sees me right to my eyes. “I always going to be there, being your fan #1.” My dad always said that and made me feel like I can do anything.

“We.” My mother enters the room with just baked brownies. “We are always going to be there.” She put the plate over the puzzle of dad, bringing us that comfy atmosphere to the room.

The next day I had a day off, so I decided to go to the beach just for a walk and spend some time with me. It’s a nice day, no to hot, not too humid so I let the waves touch my feet, when in front of my feet a volleyball ball rolls.

“Well, well, well, Skyhook in the area.” Mike Lewis (Shooter) shouted from where a couple of members of the navy was playing. “Are you in the mood for a game?”

I don’t answer.

“Come on! We take it easy on you.” Like always hitting my nerves.

Like every volleyball navy game; strategy, and intelligence along with a good shape combine it’s proven in every play; surprisingly I get used to quickly, my body remembers how, I enjoy these games, and…Damn it, how I love to win Shooter.

“That’s what we call a shoot!” Rooster screams point to the win of Jill and I from Mike and his partner Tom Ryan (Magic)

“You remember how to play, let’s find it out if you remember how to be a Top Gun pilot.” Mike screamed walking away, he was the second best in our generation, with me out, he was the first.

“What a loser.” Jill says offer me a bottle of water. “Please tell me when you get back on training you shoot him down like the old times.” She has those puppy eyes in her face and I laugh.

“First I need to know if I can get back.” I drink my water, and I see Phoenix hitting a Rooster and laughing. I smile, that's how Rooster caught me seeing him; a harder beating in my chest, followed by me feeling shy one more time, what is wrong with me?

“Ladies, please move aside for the next game or join it but don’t obstruct the field.” Barry says, grabbing us by our arms and pulling us outside of it.

“Nice hit, by the way.” I hear Rooster say to me before I walk to the bench and sit for a while.

“A nice and smooth aim I have.” He put his eyes in white. “I’m sorry for not recognizing you, I just…” He was standing in front of me, but his hand was inside of his pocket.

“Really, no worries, actually I rather prefer you don’t recognize me.” But he smiles.

“The famous Skyhook, how can I miss it?” I put my lips together trying to smile.

“Well, not anymore.” I can see the full confused expression on his face, before he tries to find it out, Barry starts to call me, I say goodbye and walk where he is.

“Do you know him?” Jill asks me, I didn’t even realize when she came.

“Damn! Jill, you need a sleigh bell.” That’s why she gets that calling, she is quite like a Panther.

“A small one please.” We both giggle.

“It’s the second time I crossed more than 3 words, so if that counts as knowing him, yes I do, but if not, well he is just an acquaintance.” Jill looks at him with sharp eyes, but she lets slip the topic.

“Ok, but I’m here to invite you. The boys and I will go to Hard Deck for a couple of drinks and hang around a little bit. Come, we’ll be happy to see you back, not with the old guys, with the young and fresh blood.” Jill refers to us like the young when Rooster and Phoenix generations are in Miramar, it’s like a healthy and fun rivalry.

“PLEASE SKY! Also, I bet Penny will die when she sees you.”

“ROOSTER!” Bob screamed and moved his hand in front of my eyes. “Are you ok?” He sits next to me on the bench where we were watching the games.

“Yeah, yeah, why?” He drinks a sip from his bottle of water and I put the sunglasses on.

“Don’t ask Bob, he is… a little crush on that girl.” Phoenix says after finishing her match.

“I don’t.” I say standing because the next match is my turn with Bob.

“Are you coming for a new challenge, Sky?” I turned around faster as my neck let me, finding it was just a game for Phoenix.

“See?” Bob laughs and I push him for a walk.

“So funny, so funny.”

Here I am, 4:30 pm, standing outside of Hard Deck with my hands in my pockets, staring at the neon lights, denied with my head, just when I turn around…

“We open until 5.” The voice of Penny makes me turn around and bite my lip. “Oh my…” When I left my gaze Penny had her hands on her waist and tapped her feet on the sand.

“Hi Penny.” She walks where I was and hugs me, I freeze in that moment but after a couple of seconds I give up.

“Glad to see you, glad to see you little girl.”

Penny and my family had a long friendship, she knows me since I wear diapers, saw me grown up and when I get into Top Gun program, we became more closer, she is like a second mother to me, always keep an eye on me, cover me when the drinks took the power of my body, when disgusting guys tried to hit on me or when the training lessons where to hard, and go back crying like a baby with my parents wasn’t an option. She always has an open arms for me, of course, she was an important witness of my fall.

“But something is missing.” Penny said letting me go but holding me by my shoulders. “Where is the uniform?” I giggle, since last year I refused to wear the uniform. Everyone told me it was ok because I’m part of the navy. Still wearing it feels so wrong, every time I come to Miramar, I just wear the navy jacket, a black t-shirt and jeans.

“Come on Penny, I’m not an active member, also I look cute in this.” She smiles at me and drags me inside the Hard Deck.

“So, are you coming tonight?” She is getting ready for the night coming ahead. “I heard there will be some deployments, and you know, the house is going to be full.” I sit on the stool.

“I don’t know, Jill invites me but…well, let’s see.” Penny put her hand over mine.

“Y/N I think it’s time to let go, I bet Riley will be sad if he sees you holding back.” I grasp her hand and let the tears slip. “Riley is always going to be with you Y/N but…because I know, both of you, I think he will want you back in the sky, it wasn’t your fault, but you must let him go to come back again.” I looked at Penny’s eyes and she put both of her hands over mine.

“If you need him, you know where to find him.” She points to the necklace. “Here.” And my heart. “And here.”

Like a classic night in Hard Deck, the sounds of the jukebox, the screams and chatter from the crew can be heard from outside, the sound of glass crashing one to the other and the bell of Penny put a smile on my face. I just went home to tell my parents I’ll be back home late and put myself together one more time.

I open the door, my plan is to pass like another girl into the bar but in the distance, Barry screams my name when he sees me. “Y/N IN THE HOUSE LADIES AND GENTLEMEN.” When I turn my sight, I see all my generation, some friendly faces, rivalry faces but I feel the happiness of most of them, they come and grab me by the arms dragging me to the pool table where a game is taking place.

“Sky, nice to see you here.” Justice offers me a beer. She is a good friend from our time as students.

“Nice to be back.” I accept it but Shooter appears.

“Not yet, 2 more weeks.” He winks his eye, a sign he will annoy me but in a friendly way.

Time flies. I laugh with them like the old times, we play around, and I feel at ease when an old and dear voice calls me.

“Y/N call sing Skyhook.” I see through the crowd, and I smile so big to him. “When I hear you were here, I say, God, she must miss me.” I walk where he was and offer him my hand which he pulls force to crash with him, he hugs me and when I don't respond to the hug, he grabs my wrists and puts it around him. “Welcome back kiddo.”

I smile and see all his friends smiling and laughing. “That much you miss me Jake, huh?”

He tosses my hair. “Let’s keep it like a secret.”

I met Jake when I got in the program, as funny it could sound, he was our instructor. At the beginning he was a pain in all the ways, in every class he gave me; until one day Riley and I agreed it was time to teach him something new, like my father says.

We took him down in less than a minute with an invert fly. The worst, for him, the admiral, was watching the exercise. From this day and on a good friendship took form.

We were talking about random topics, his mission, and my test time when we didn’t even realize the jukebox stopped and the piano behind us started to play.

“Jesus! Rooster to the attack.” I turn around and see him on the piano with his sunglasses on, his team around him and I wonder what it’s going on.

“Rooster plays the piano?” The questions split from my mouth.

“Watch and see.” Phoenix says sitting next to us.

Suddenly he starts to play and old song that I recognize; in my teens, that song was a constant when I learn to plane; his team start to sing along with him even Jake is singing with less excitement but a smile in his face but when the second verse came, I laughed at love 'cause I thought it was funny. You came along and you moved me, honey. I feel Nat, Bob, and Jake eyes on me, I blame the alcohol but my cheeks burn.

Truth be told, when I saw Bradley Bradshaw a couple years ago, it was like cupid shooting an arrow straight to my heart. I used to have a crush on him, but like the first time, the time isn’t right.

When Rooster finish everyone in the bar start clapping and shout his name, it was obvious how much he is adoring it, but when the euphoria slow down I see Jill make a sign to go with them, so I say goodbye Jake and Nat, I grab my beer and walk where all my teammates were talking high spirit in a pool table.

“Ready, we're all here!” Jill says pulling and tingle our arms, I just open my mouth when Tom came running say the count is paid, and with that we rush outside of Hard Deck, I just wave my hands to Penny before they drag me out where 3 cabs are waiting for us, and I understand it in that moment.

When we graduate, we sit for a drink and eat bags of chips on one side of the runway just illuminated by the lights, and every deployment of the team we promise to do the same because we know who left but we never know if they will be back, and today it isn’t an exception.

“This is for Riley.” Barry raises his beer. “Wherever you are, you did well.” The pressure in my chest started to increase, but this time I felt confident.

“And for Y/N, we can’t wait to see you up there.” Unexpectedly, Shooter speaks.

“The second place will suit you better.” Too good to be true. All giggle and crash our beers, and when we look in the sky like magic, a F-18 is landing.

#bradley rooster bradshaw #bradley bradshaw x reader #top gun maverick #fanfic #rooster x reader #top gun fanfiction

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My Thoughts That No One Asked For on Dancing With The Stars season 31 ep. 11: The Finale!!

THE PROS ARE SLAYING WE LOVE TO SEE IT

Ezra Sosa you own me

Okay listen they all look SO GOOD in white omg 😭(at least I got to see Daniel and Britt look gorgeous and stunning in white the other week)

OKAY TYRA 🤩

My heart gets a little brighter every time I see Britt and Daniel 🥰

God bless Jason Lewis my man is trying his damn best

You know I’ll admit Teresa isn’t actually all that terrible

Sam and Cheryl 🥹

Shangela and Gleb’s partnership >>>>>

THAT SECOND HALF OF SHANGELA’S DANCE HOLY MOTHER

Shangela FIGHTING to make sure she was right I LOVE to see it

Len LOVES her and I did NOT expect that coming into this season

HALEY NO I HOPE SHE’S OKAY 😭

Oh my gosh it’s so nice to see all the old contestants back again to support 🥰

Shangela speaking out on the mass shooting in Colorado ❤️ no one is doing it like her idc

Okay all nines is not bad! (But I can see she looks kind of disappointed dw shangela bb you did fantastic) 🥺

Off topic but I literally remember watching the episode where the whole “from Len the Ten” thing started 😂

Okay Wayne is actually doing better than I thought he would!

I’m thinking all nines

The shoutouts to the musicians get me every time 😭

CHERYL BURKE YOU ARE AN ICON AND A LEGEND I’LL MISS YOU 😭

God she just makes it look EFFORTLESS 🤩

God I’m just reminded of how much the most memorable year night made me SOB

But then I’m also reminded of how angry the dance marathon made me

“You’re my new hero.” Michael Buble you are so real

TEAM SCREAM SLAYED I’LL NEVER SHUT UP ABOUT IT

JOSEPH BAENA I MISSED YOU SO MUCH 😭

Omg it is SO nice to see Jordin and Brandon back together

OH THEY’RE DANCING IN THEIR PROMO OUTFITS how did I JUST realize that

Positively begging for Alan Bersten to get a nice partner next season please Disney plus help this man 😭

CHARLI AND MARK LET’S GO

I’ve never seen someone who more objectively deserves to win than Charli D’amelio I’m gonna be real y’all

You know they had to think SO hard to find a redemption dance for her lmfao 😭

Oh god we are SECONDS in and this is already THE SLAYEST

I smell a mirrorball for mark (update: YEP.)

Dixie looks so proud 🥹

Oh god Charli looks so nervous 😭 (and Mark holding her hand omg)

It makes me so upset that she is literally a year younger than me and my girl is deadass about to win a fucking mirrorball

Full offense but the troupe members?? 👀 😍

“[singing in non-English]” now WHAT kind of subtitle is that pls 🥲

Is mark wearing a pin of the British flag for Len…? 🥺

TENS FOR CHARLI BABY I’M GONNA CRY

So we’re gonna talk about the fact that Charli is now officially like the highest scoring DWTS contestant right?? Like we’re gonna talk about that when my girl WINS??

MY COMPUTER IS GLITCHING NO

SELMA GETS TO PERFORM HER CONTEMPORARY I’M GONNA CRY

JORDIN CAME TO SLAY ONE MORE TIME 😭 🙌🏻

Selma Blair you deserved so much better 🥺

JORDIN CHEERING FIR SELMA BEFORE THE SONG WAS EVEN OVER I’M GONNA 😢

Okay listen not to be mean but I’m not really looking forward to Gabby’s dances like yes I KNOW she’s a good dancer but she still kind of annoys me

I have said it MANY times before and good god I’ll say it again, every time Gabby claps for herself I die a little bit inside

No do NOT tell me she’s getting a perfect score

gODDAMNIT

I will admit it’s so nice to see Vinny actually having fun on the dance floor instead of looking absolutely terrified the whole time

Get you someone who looks at you the way Daniel Durant and Britt Stewart look at each other 🤩 god it’s so nice to see them again

Not me crying over Len Goodman 😭

PLEASE the way he sounded so excited to get his own mirrorball 😭

Damn they don’t gotta say the “bottom of the leaderboard” there’s literally four of them lmfao

Listen I may not want him to win but I just KNOW Wayne’s freestyle is gonna EAT

God the other pros were staying BOOKED this week

Witney holy SHIT that choreo

“She’s invited to the cookout.” I’m not even kidding that’s probably the single funniest thing Tyra has said all season

“My new little sister” I’m gonna CRY

I know I should be focusing on their scores but Joe Baena is in the back lookin all cute 😊

FUCK IM CRYING OVER LEN AGAIN 😭

Oh come on Charli and Mark are gonna KILL this

Mark and Charli being Actual Siblings™️ and helping each other rediscover their love for dance I’m fucking sobbing 😭

THEY HAVE A LITTLE BIT OF EVERYTHING IN THEIR DANCE ARE YOU KIDDING ME

THAT WAS SO GOOD ARE YOU KIDDING ME IM CRYING

Tag yourself I’m everyone in the balcony losing their fucking minds

Derek is gonna make me cry even harder I can’t do this 😭

PERFECT SCORE I KNOW THAT’S RIGHT 🙌🏻

If Gabby gets another perfect score I’m gonna lose my shit

Fuck her dance is actually pretty good so far

NOT HER HEEL GETTING STUCK IN HER DRESS OH GOD

LMFAO YOU KNOW JORDAN AND JOE ARE TALKING ABOUT THAT LOL

Jenna shoutout 🙌🏻

SHE CHOREOGRAPHED THAT??? WHILE VERY PREGNANT??

God fucking damnit 🤦‍♀️

Gen Z we better have come through voting for Charli

Oh we LOVE the pro dance starting with our queen Britt Stewart (Daniel Durant you are a lucky man)

THE EMMA AND SASHA MOMENT HELLO???? WHAT WAS THAT??

OH my girl Shangela is looking GOOD for this final dance

The way Gleb talks about working with Shangela >>>>>>> I’m gonna - 😭

Hold on I do however find it interesting that they ONLY showed Shangela in that little live preview WAIT ARE THEY GONNA PUT HIM IN DRAG OH MY GOD

YEAH I’M SURE THE TOUR IS GONNA BE GREAT CAN WE GET TO SHANGELA ALREADY

I’m sorry is she on WIRES???

OH THIS LOOK ARE YOU KIDDING

THE DEATH DROP GET OUT OF HERE

GLEB HOLY FUCK

THAT WAS SO GLORIOUS OH MY GOD

How are any of the judges being REMOTELY normal after that

LEN FORGOT TO VOTE GET OUTTA HERE

Gleb you are so slay 💅

Come on let’s give my girl one more perfect score 🙏🏻

Sasha OWNING that chicken costume is KILLING me

GLEB’S DRAG VOICE I’M ON THE FLOOR

SLAY ONE LAST PERFECT SCORE FOR MY GIRL SHANGELA

Sam Champion I love you forever 💕

DWTS editors you were so real for showing us the best Daniel and Britt moments in Daniel’s section

LET THEM ALL SPEAK I WANNA HEAR FROM JOE

CHARLI AND DANIEL ARE GOING ON TOUR BABY HOW DO I GET TICKETS

I’m sorry did the CHAINSMOKERS just wish Charli luck????

The “whose line is it anyway” guys wishing Wayne luck 🥹

LIN SUPPORTING WAYNE HAHAHA AIN’T NO WAY

I’M SORRY WHAT DID THEY JUST SAY SHANGELA PLACED FOURTH FUCK OFF WITH THAT NOISE

Okay come on Charli take home that trophy my love

YES FUCK IT UP CHARLI ABSOLUTELY 🙌🏻 🙌🏻 🙌🏻 THIS IS WHAT WE LIKE TO SEE 👏🏼 👏🏼

MIRRORBALL FOR MARK WE LOVE TO SEE IT BABY 🙌🏻

Emma and Pasha lifting Charli and Joe and Alan lifting Mark 😭

Charli and Mark’s funky sibling relationship >>>>>>>

What a fantastic season!! I’m sad that I won’t be able to make it to the tour, but it looks like they’ve got such a great cast! Loved this season, and I’ll maybe see you guys next time!!

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💙Fri 11 Dec ‘20◟̽◞̽

Louis' big show is TOMORROW but that may not even be all we have to look forward to from him! Producer Alex Oriet (half of the duo Saltwives, who have worked with Zayn a lot, and he got his start working with 1D) reposted Louis' “new song” tweet to his insta with a caption- “soon”. OMG. Billboard had a 'year in livestreams' feature and wrapped up with Louis', saying “the best is yet to come” and reporting that Louis' show is Veeps' bestselling of the year “in excess of $1 million” (so either over a mil so far or a mil over the next best, hard to say, but it'll be well over a million by the end for sure so either makes sense).“I can't wait for tomorrow!” Louis tweeted, SAME, and “feels so good to be back with the boys getting ready. Can't wait for you all to see what we've been working on!” He included the brand new special Live From London twiiter emoji (!), it's a really cute lil vintage TV with the xx smiley on it, and a pic-- it's him looking over the backstage prep (so many screens) and you can see his hair flowing free and long and lovely! You can also see a piece of paper in front of him with 20 lines on it-- even if it is a set list I imagine some lines say “banter with crowd” and such like (as we saw on Louis' tour set list) but that's still soooo many lovely songs :))). Charlie Lightening says “this is going to be special, can’t wait for people to see what we have planned” and LTHQoffical is hitting us hard with the hype, posting another rehearsal pic (he's holding a beer and they didn't even scribble it out! wow almost like there's nothing wrong with that), and a time zone guide showing 66 cities around the world, and a digital fan pack, and they said more merch will be out tomorrow (heeelllp), and there's a show day itinerary-- ticket sales cut off 4 hours before the stream but much more interestingly, don't reopen (for the 28 hours of rewatch) until TWO HOURS after the start time. While they could (probably should) be allowing time for technical difficulties I much prefer to believe it's because we're getting a LONG SHOW YES PLEASE! I like my Louis shows like I like his hair, as long as he can possibly manage!! So that's plenty that we DO know to be excited about at the moment but the mystery of Louis new label also remains a hot topic nonetheless, with the known high cost of a twitter emoji stirring questions of who footed the bill (not something we're ever likely to find out sadly). If his team really understood us in the least they'd set up a viral video style Q and A where every Q pulled out of the bowl was an intensely detailed bookkeeping or promo strategy type query- tbh the faces Louis (or any one of the boys) would make would be 100x more entertaining than they get from any tired trying-to-be-cheeky standard Q and the answers sure would be!

Harry's prerecorded (months ago!) Jingle Ball performance aired at last and OH MY GOSH! SO GOOD! I think we can all agree (I know right?? I can't believe it either) that the backing band, Free Nationals, were phenomenal, and Harry's performance was terrific, just simply next level versions of the songs and Harry's sound in general. What more could we ask? For me, not much. For the Jingle Bell Ball organizers, well, they might have liked something Christmassy I suppose, maybe a holiday cover song, or a “tour of his home and holiday traditions.” LOL too bad! Whatever, they DID get vocal variations all over the place and oh did they work, a little lyric change in Golden (“I'm hoping someday I'll open”?), Harry in a sunny LA backyard (whose? who knows!) and everyone in not remotely festive Gucci. There were some decorations though! Not xmassy though- they were, can you guess, yes that's right: sky blue. And there was TRUMPET! A horn section, like revenge, is best served cold apparently: all these years on we can only assume Julian Bulian is good and sorry for denying Harry his trumpets cause DAMN did that sound GOOD. Julian may not say it but I will: you were SO RIGHT Harry, trumpets on every song!! Please! In fact, if you just took that guy on tour with you... or any of those people really? He can just have a really BIG backing band how about, then we won't have to argue about whether wanting this to be his band is mean to the old band. Anyway I hope the fan who ran into him in LA this morning told him how much we liked the show-- she did take a distanced pic, Harry is in his running gear (mostly black but bright fruity shoes) and holding a beverage. Oh yeah and Fine Line is now available to stream in “3D audio” (there's a moving in a New Direction from 1D joke in here headline writers, have at it) which is something that apparently only works with an Amazon device and is strange because physicists assure me that all sound is 3D, but what do they know. Anyway I'm sure it sounds great to those who can access it but luckily for me the album sounds great in plebian unbranded sound as well.

In the wake of Liam's no-show livestream yesterday fans are full of theories about what could be going on to cause such a thing, except actually it's only one theory; everyone is quick to ascribe the glitch to management struggles. May I simply say: there are so very very many things that could be happening in a person's life, even in a 1D member's life, that could cause a missed event and reducing any of them to 1 Dimensional figures who only have work related problems does them (and rigorous theorizing) a disservice. I hope we can all agree on wanting what's best for Liam, and that that extends to supporting him even if things are going on that are less glamorous than management villainy. I will ascribe one thing to management though-- I do believe the guys do the bulk of their own tweeting etc nearly always, but @Liam's tweet that yesterday's live didn't happen due to “technical difficulties” and they are “looking to reschedule” is one that I will make the exception for, sometimes you can just feel the PR person behind the screen! Tik Tok said it was rescheduled for next Tuesday, but the tweet was after that sooo hmm. The Billboard article about Veeps of course also talked about Liam (his Halloween show had 3.7 BILLION chat messages my god) and Liam's prerecorded alarm content today is Roman teaching Liam to do a Harry impression. How come when Roman does it it sounds like Harry but when Liam does it he sounds like Roman? Tip to Liam, just call it a Roman impression and you've GOT it!

Meanwhile, Lewis Capaldi weighs in on Niall and whether he (Lewis) enjoys golf with uncharaceristic delicacy; “we have different interests,” he says, and he sympathizes with a fan who said they'd slap him to meet Harry: “I understand.”

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Tuned In Sequel to the Good News List’s Freaky Girls

y’all already know we needed another Met Gala!Lewis drabble

Pressed, stressed, obsessed, I got 'em Everything I do keep another bitch talking Watching my back 'cause these dudes be stalking Watching my plate got these broke hoes starving Damn, you hoes hate me Ridin' dick so hard, havin' babies Y'all bitches so ugh, stop it Making everything but a deposit, yeah

You grinned as you saw Lewis’ name trending on Twitter.

It was only the afternoon, hours before Lewis or you would arrive at the Met Gala, but the hype had started days ago. It amped up with each passing day until his name crept the trending lists. You felt a giddy little excitement in your tummy when you saw that your name was in little text right under his.

People really don’t forget a thing, do they?

After last year, people had been obsessed with the two of you. Whether it was obsessively shipping or hating, you were the topic of conversation. Online, in person, everyone wanted to know where you and Lewis snuck off to at the Gala. What and who could convince thee Lewis Hamilton to ditch the fashion event of the year?

It did wonders for your career if you were being honest, opened up options overseas, and made you busier than ever.

So it was both a blessing and a curse when things with Lewis continued on as they had before you met.

There was definitely a new familiarity that was apparent from the morning after, and carried through. You texted often, called sometimes, and face-timed here and there. You still sexted and sent thirst traps, caught dinner when you were in the same city, you’d even attended a race one weekend as his guest.

The press ate that up, you grinned as you swiped past photos someone had dug up from that weekend and posted.

Nothing and everything had changed. Nothing had been discussed, but you couldn’t help but feel like a taken woman. Stupid, you chastised yourself, the press thinks you’re discrete and private and meanwhile you haven’t spent more than a few days together.

When you got to the more vulgar tweets, the ones that were shameless and closer to the truth. You felt yourself squirm in your seat. You had to take a breath and watch the streets you passed in the car before you continued to go through them. People had imagination, you had to give them that.

You wished you were regularly fucking Lewis like the whole world thought you were.

The truth was that with your busy schedules, you didn’t have the time or energy to meet up to fuck. So you had settled for the past year on sexting and spreading your legs in front of your Macbook camera.

It was still fun, but- you shivered as you remembered the way his tongue lapped on you every time he’d made you cum.

He had kept promising soon, soon, soon, and tonight was that soon.

“Ma’am,” the driver called to the backseat, “we’re pulling up to the hotel now.”

After making your way through the mass of people outside the hotel in just a robe, you were finally on the floor that Lewis had texted to you. You read the room numbers out loud as you passed them, searching for his.

When you did get to the door, you’d barely knocked twice before it had swung open and you were pulled inside by an entourage of people. You’d come a blank slate, no makeup, hair pulled back and in some designer robe with heels that wouldn’t make it to the MET. They appreciated that.

“Oh, you’re so pretty.” One gushed as she pulled you towards a stool in the center of the suite.

You could see garment bags hanging from the curtain rods, and makeup spread across a table that was set up. There were curling irons and flat irons amongst a sea of hair accessories and potions.

“It’s so nice to meet you.” One told you distractedly as he studied your face, “I have to say, when I got the call for this ensemble, I didn’t think it would work.” You made a face and he elaborated, “The matching outfits, creating a harmonious look when neither one of my muses were in the same room with me at any point in the past six months.”

You smiled guiltily at the man as he tapped your cheek.

He was right. You’d asked for an impossible task. Make you and Lewis his muses for the Gala, but without ever having them in the same room until the day of. But if the sketches and photos of Lewis’ and your own fittings were anything to go by- he had nailed it.

“But now that the two of you are here, I know it’s gonna work.” He winked as he stepped away and began unzipping bags.

The whole room seemed to move away from you, everyone going to their own little nooks to get their own equipment ready.

The sound of panting made you look down and you let out a happy squeak as you saw Roscoe trotting up to you. You squatted to his level and greeted him happily as he leaned on to one side of his hip, looking up at you happily making his little piggy sounds.

“Where’s Daddy?” You asked as you rubbed and squished his face.

“Right here.” His voice called to you.

When you looked over your shoulder, you’d instantly made your mind up. There was no way you’d be able to behave.

He walked slowly into the room from the adjoining one, his locs pulled to the top of his head and out of his flawless face. His chest was exposed, the lacy white mesh shirt barely covering his sides as the buttons remained open. He nonchalantly smiled at you while he buttoned the fabric around his wrists.

You cleared your throat before you got to your feet and closed the distance between you both, while the designers in the room turned their backs to you both.

“Like this.” You mumbled, gently pinching the surprisingly soft lace mesh between your fingers. It covered his chest and continued down his leg in a beautiful display.

He dropped his hands to his sides and looked down at you as you toyed with his shirt. Looking up at him, you licked your lips as you pulled the ends together and began buttoning it shut.

“Wow.” He chuckled.

You glanced around the room, “Time and place, baby.”

You popped the last button through the hole and put your hands on his shoulders, almost whimpering at how big they looked. The lace draped over his shoulders like the most gentle of armor, the design cascading down his biceps and leaving his arms free until the lace continued around his forearms. You pulled your hands down them to his own hands and squeezed them.

Lewis took a quick step forward and pressed his lips chastely to your own, making you inhale sharply.

He smelled as good as he looked.

“Better go,” he whispered to you, still in your space, “get yourself out of that robe before I get you out of it.”

You leaned the inch he was from you and licked his lip before smiling and playfully pushing him back into the other room. His hand loosely grabbed your wrist but you let it slip right off as you stepped back from him and grabbed the connected suite doors. You looked him in the eye as you shut the door in his face and held your own laughter in when you heard his through the wood. Turning on your heels, you passed your own designers, mumbling a quick excuse before you shut the door to the bathroom behind you.

Quickly, you moved to the large marble sink and hopped up on to the counter.

They said, they got my luggage and set it up, so it should be- found it!

With one leg hanging off and the other folded with your foot flat against the counter, you spread your legs. You’d had this idea in the heat of the moment, and then that idea had turned into a joke in your head when you’d packed it, but now that idea sounded like a plan. You reached over for your own personal toiletries bag and pulled at the Velcro of the false bottom, unveiling the small, rounded metallic bullet.

You groaned as you licked it and traced your lips with it, teasing yourself. Angling it down and then upward, you stretched yourself open and pushed in until your cunt swallowed it, the heart shaped end shined at your entrance. You didn’t want to be too wet, but you could resist the few strokes of it inside of you.

When you were able to pull your hands from yourself, you grabbed the black box that sat at the bottom of the bag before you flipped the cover of the bag shut. You flipped the switch on the side of it and squeezed your eyes shut as the initial vibrations began. Flipping it back off, you hopped down off the counter and hummed as you paced the room on shaky legs, trying to get used to the thing inside of you.

When you were confident you weren’t walking funny anymore, you opened the door and sat on the couch, ready for your team to glam you up.

You really liked them. They were friendly, and funny. They worked around each other as you stayed perfectly still. They gave your hair waves and put simple makeup on your face. Everything was specifically to be understated, simple. Lewis had been very clear about that from the start.

By the time you moved to your dress, the butterflies had sunk in. You weren’t thinking of Lewis anymore, just the fact that you were attending the gala for the second time.

“Come on, arms out.”

You felt yourself in a stupor as the team led your arms through the sleeves and dressed you. The dress was white lace, and matched Lewis’ shirt. It was short and just covered your ass, making your legs the main attraction. The shoulders were padded, giving your shoulders a square shape. Your wavy hair was pulled out of your face, and pinned with a pearl adorned clip on the back of your head. The strands looked thick and shiny.

Soft pink blush stained your cheeks, and the way they had lined your upper lids and put a dusting of white on your lower made your eyes look larger, more innocent. You didn’t look like a church girl or a temptress, you looked like the best version of you.

Lewis is a genius.

“Can we let him in?” They called your attention away from your reflection.

“Huh?”

“Can we let Lewis in? He’s asking for you.” The stylist pointed to his airpod that you hadn’t noticed was in his ear until that very moment.

You numbly nodded your head, the butterflies growing in numbers as you composed yourself for the man you desperately needed to seduce in person.

“Wow.” Lewis breathed out behind you, his eyes dragged on your whole figure, but he hadn’t complimented you until he got to your face, “You look stunning.”

“Good job.” you told him as you turned on your heel to face him.

He smiled and walked towards you so he could take your hand in his and kissed it, “You know what this is going to look like right?”

“Exactly what it is?” You offered, even though you didn’t have a clue what the two of you were.

He nodded, the most adorable sparkle in his eye as he agreed with you, “Yeah, but it’ll probably be bigger than last year, the backlash, the support, all of it.”

“Lewis Hamilton, please don’t tell me this is you trying to stand me up after you put me through six months of fittings. I’m not giving this dress back, you’ll have to peel it off my dead body.”

He laughed, “No, no, no. I just realized I might not have given you an out before today.”

“Maybe you knew I didn’t want one.” You replied.

“Maybe,” he hummed, “you do look beautiful, so beautiful.” He kissed your knuckles again.

You looked at him fondly before you pulled away, “I’ve got something for you.” Walking to the corner where the champagne bottles stood on display, you lifted the small black controller you’d hid behind one and shook it in the now empty room.

His eyes narrowed as he tried to work out what you were handing to him. You grinned as you put it in his hand.

“What’s this for?” Lewis asked, curiously turning the little remote over in his hand.

“To make sure I’m wet enough for you later.” You whispered to him.

Hot girl shit, never let 'em cool off Make him do what I say, he my voodoo doll Backshots, balcony, we don't care who saw One thing about me that you need to know I ain't nothin' like none of these average hoes

It had been your idea to enter the red carpet at different times. People knew that the two of you were going to attend the event, people expected the two of you to walk it together.

So naturally, you had to stir the pot.

“What if we go in separately?” You blurted out in the car.

Lewis looked at you surprised as he held your hand in his own in his lap.

“No, no,” you quickly elaborated, “I want to be seen with you, I don’t give a fuck who sees me with who, but-” you held a finger up to him as you grinned deviously, “what if we showed up completely matching but at different times? Imagine how pissed people would be.”

Lewis laughed as he thought about it.

“Plus, I don’t want to take away from what you’re doing tonight.” You added thoughtfully.

Lewis was a good man, and the last thing you wanted was for the artists he’d invited to get cropped out of photos to focus on the two of you. Cause you knew that’s exactly what would happen.

“Yeah, yeah.” Lewis nodded suddenly, “You’re right, darling, you’re right.”

When you reached the venue, you climbed out the car first. The cameras instantly started buzzing, the lights flashed and the circus began.

“Where’s Lewis!”

“Are you here alone!”

“Did you break up!”

“Face over here!”

You turned and kept your face schooled as you posed and walked your way down the carpet. You gave the cameras a small smirk every time they screamed for Lewis and they seemed to get louder after each time. Soon, it was all about Lewis.

“Where’s Lewis!”

“Are you wearing the same designer!”

“Is he late!”

You walked along, full on grinning as you looked back over your shoulder, giving them a shot of the pearls that made up the buttons that went from the base of your neck to the very end of your skirt.

When you got to the end of the carpet, the paparazzi suddenly were all yelling, in a frenzy and with a glance to the beginning, you knew why.

Lewis had stepped in, almost perfectly timed behind you.

You turned towards the grand staircase, and almost faltered had you not stopped to pose. A dull vibration began between your legs, and you were rudely reminded what you had done. Taking a peek down the red carpet, you saw Lewis had his hand in his pocket.

That sly bastard.

You carefully took a step, turning towards the cameras when you felt the vibrations amp up. Holding your cool, you posed here and there as you adjusted to the vibrations between your legs and made your way to the top. You joked with yourself in your head, telling yourself that the reason people posed on the stairs was to get a break.

When you got to the top, an upbeat and friendly host waited for you and instantly called you over for an interview. She held the mic in front of your mouth as she asked about your look. You could’ve laughed when her face scrunched when you went with the generic elaboration of who did it and how.

“And are you here with anyone?” She pushed with a big smile on her face.

“I’m here with some friends, yeah.” You nodded coyly.

“Well, isn’t that what we’re all here for? To make friends?” She laughed.

You laughed with her at her dry joke when you saw her eyes light up at whatever she saw behind you. Almost on cue, the vibrations stopped and you had to hold back a whine.

“Oh!” She shouts as she reaches over your shoulder, “If it isn’t Sir Lewis Hamilton coming our way.” Her eyes dramatically scanned your body, “Isn’t he just conveniently matching you! Lewis, Lewis, come on up here.”

Lewis stepped up next to you and winked at you before sweetly meeting the host. You discreetly rolled your eyes at him before you stood up a little straighter, his hand on your waist making you more alert.

“Okay, now we’re just gonna get into it: last year, you two had a little thing,” she gestured between you both before she lowered her voice jokingly, “that morning after story,” she yell-whispered, “and now tonight, you come matching and- is that the same designer? It is, it is, I knew it. So what’s up? Is this your signal to all of us?”

“I think,” you shrugged softly, “we just like the same designer.”

Lewis laughed, and easily added on, “It’s an honor to be here tonight again. It’s really amazing being in the presence of such beauty.” Lewis told the mic as he gestured to you.

“You look pretty too,” you told him before turning to the host, “cause I picked it.” You winked at her.

The host’s eyes widened, “Oh, okay! So this was planned, this was your plan.” She gestured to your matching ensembles and turned towards the camera, “This is it, guys.”

Lewis nods, “Yeah, it took a while to pick something together but we got there in the end.”

You nodded before you put your hand on the host’s arm, “M’gonna head inside,” you glanced Lewis’ way before looking back at her, “see you both later.”

Before the host could make any sound of protest, you walked off, continuing your fun little game of cat and mouse for the cameras. You kept eye contact with the various envious faces that followed you through the doorway, a grin splitting your lips as they all sneered.

Under your dress, your bullet started vibrating again.

Bitch, I'm a movie, these hoes my sequels Keep a pussy ho real tight like a kegal (Yeah) Self-esteem high, bank account full Hoes goin' blind tryna look at my jewels Ass real fat and my pussy get chewed If I worried 'bout the hate, I'd be a damn fool

You wished you’d stayed behind with Lewis.

Every step you took into the room made the vibrations get stronger and stronger. You probably looked like you were on something with the way your cheeks were aflame and you grabbed the bannister near you to squeeze it. It was so good, so good because Lewis made it so good.

When you grabbed a flute of champagne to hide your face behind, you began searching for him.

It quickly turned into a game of hot and cold, the vibrations got stronger and milder depending on the direction you chose to walk in. You had no idea which meant you had gotten closer and which meant you were no where close.

But that was part of the game, wasn’t it?

You’d been swallowing down some champagne as a particularly spirited vibration shot through your cunt when someone grabbed your arm. You’d almost shouted, so overcome with relief when you thought it was Lewis finally putting you out of your misery.

But instead it wasn’t Lewis. No, it was the exact opposite of Lewis.

You felt your face fall.

“Hi.” the guy awkwardly said as you pulled your arm from his hand.

“Hi.” You nodded politely as the vibrations died again, and you could kind of focus beyond your frustrations.

“That dress is something, I kept expecting you to end up showing something every time you lifted a leg on those steps.”

You took a deep breath as you turned your body fully towards him and cocked your hip. “Who are you?” You asked rudely, your arm crossed your chest and tucked under the one you held your drink in as the vibrations between your legs grew again.

Unsurprisingly, he didn’t pick up on your lack of interest or hostility at all, nor the fact that someone asking your name at an event like this was not a friendly gesture. He even took the opportunity to lean into your space to tell you his first or last name, which it was you weren’t sure because it was just one name. You instantly nicknamed him ‘Nobody’ in your head.

You lifted your drink to your lips as he began going on a tangent about how he wasn’t sure if he was going to make the Gala (even though he’d mentioned it was his first time), how he was busy in Paris (was he a DJ or a singer? You hadn’t been paying attention), and how he’d be going to Ibiza with friends in the morning (Fuck boy status achieved) cause New York was “so overrated.”

You nodded and bounced on your heels, unable to give him the blank face that couldn’t scared him away when your pussy pulsed between your legs from wherever the fuck Lewis was watching. You were clearly distracted, your body and mind screaming for your lover, but Nobody stayed in front of you.

Easily the worst part about these events was that while you didn’t know who Nobody was, you also didn’t know who Nobody knew. So you couldn’t exactly bite his head off. You were barely more of a newcomer than he was.

The growing vibrations between your legs made him easier to ignore, the sensation convinced you that Lewis was watching. But honestly, how did he expect you to get away when you could barely think straight?

You looked back up at Nobody and found that he hadn’t taken a breath, and was still going about one of his friends, who he claimed you definitely knew, but you didn’t think you knew anyone who would be friends with such a prick, much less take the prick on a helicopter ride with them.

Your eyes glanced around the room nonstop, trying to find the familiar ponytail, a familiar piece of lace hanging off one hip, anything that would’ve made you run to him.

Luckily, he gave into you first.

Lewis’ hand squeezed you as he pressed his front to your side, “Looking for me?” He purred to you, completely ignoring Nobody.

“You knew I was.” You answered, ignoring Nobody too.

“Who are you?” Nobody asked, drawing attention back to himself, stealing Lewis from me, you thought childishly and impatiently.

But then you blanched as you realized that maybe he did realize the connotation of asking someone who they were as he looked down at Lewis.

“Lewis Hamilton.”

You purred into your glass as the vibrations ramped back up.

“Ah,” Nobody nodded condescendingly at Lewis, leaving you completely baffled and appalled at his utter lack of awareness as to who he was talking to, “who are you wearing?” He looked down at Lewis’ outfit with a sneering smile.

With his focus on Lewis, he missed the way you crossed your legs standing up, and squeezed your thighs together. You were focusing hard on the conversation, annoyed even when turned on.

Lewis entertained Nobody’s question, to which Nobody scoffed, “Never heard of them.”

“That’s the point.” Lewis replied smoothly, “I’m here to move the fashion industry forward and part of being here is embracing the future as well as the theme. I’m bringing up and coming American designers to the table.” He name dropped in an almost sincere tone before he gently took your drink from you and paused to take a sip. When he lowered the glass he asked Nobody, “Who are you wearing?”

You turned your head, unable to really hide the grin on your face as you hummed under your breath in place of a moan. Barely able to hold back your sounds, you could feel your nipples pebbled under your lace dress as your arousal grew tremendously at Lewis’ brilliant display.

Nobody stomped away with even trying to not look salty.

“Oh my god, eloquent even when dragging a bitch.” You whined before awkwardly laughing when a vibration hit your core rough.

Lewis laughed, his left hand still in his pocket, “Is that what I did?” He shrugged, “I was just telling the truth.”

“Mhmmmm, sure. Appreciate you sending him running.” you teased before you moaned, your jump making the heart end of the plug slip up a bit and press to your clit when your knees bent, “Oh!”

“Easy there, darling.” Lewis took your arm in his hand and pulled you to the side, “Are you ready for me?”

You looked at him with half lidded eyes, “I’ve been ready for you.” you squeezed his forearm as he moved you towards a door in the back corner, “Could’ve come for me sooner, you know.”

“Oh darling, there’s plenty of time for you to cum.”

You’d never been more turned on.

Your Instagram account seeing more interactions Than your bank account seeing any transactions Love to talk shit, whole time, I'm laughing I'll never give a bum bitch satisfaction Why? I'm way too player Hoes love sayin' they a demon, I'm a prayer Drop a lil' verse when they get to actin' up Put my hand in her face, send her back where she from, uh

Lewis hadn’t touched you the whole ride home. Instead, he’d shoved you into the seat across from him in the limo and made you hold your hands over your head as you spread your legs.

He enjoyed watching your pussy squeeze and drip around the heart in your hole for the whole ride. When the van pulled up in front of the hotel, he leaned forward and smacked your pussy, making your legs shake for the whole walk of shame back into the hotel, Lewis trailing beside you looking much more composed.

By the time you got to the room, you were practically dripping. You squeezed his arm as he led you down the hallway, the vibrations at their strongest. You tripped here and there, a constant hum of a whine coming from your throat as you struggled to stand up right.

The second he got the door open, you kicked your heels across the threshold and pulled Lewis in with your arms around his neck. His arms wrapped around your waist and lifted you off your feet. You couldn’t stand the idea of opening your legs, so they stayed shut and pressed together instead of wrapping around him as you probably would’ve.

He shoved you over to the vanity, with it’s large golden mirror. He snapped the clip from your hair and shoved your hair and head forward, tousling it so it spilled over your left shoulder and the side of your face.

You watched through your curtain of hair as he pulled the black remote out of his jacket pocket and switched it off. You audibly sighed as he threw it on the vanity next to you and tossed his jacket across the room.

Lewis looked over his own shoulder and turned partially. You could see Roscoe in the background looking at you both and you laughed.

“Other room, go!” Lewis commanded sternly, pointing to the adjourning room that only had one door open now.

You watched and laughed as Roscoe begrudgingly turned and trotted into the room, his father staying turned towards him until the sweet dog was gone from sight.

“Wow, wonder how many times you got to practice that command.” You dryly told him.

“Shush.” Lewis told you with amusement in his voice as he finally turned to give you his undivided attention again.

Catching your eye in the mirror, he winked before you saw his large hands grip the material around he top of the cascade of buttons. The sound of buttons popping almost made you cry for the dress, had it not felt so good to finally be shedding some layers for him.

“Shhh,” he cooed, “I’ll have them sewed back on.”

You smiled and shook your hips happily as he ripped all the buttons right down the back of your dress.

Lewis grabbed the fabric on your shoulders and yanked it down your body to your waist, exposing your still hardening nipples to the reflection before he pushed you over the edge of the vanity.

“Look at you.” He kissed your spine.

His arms wrapped around your waist as he lips pressed to your shoulders that were exposed from your half removed dress. Your tits hung in front of you in the reflection of the mirror as your hips pressed almost painfully to the wooden vanity he bent you over. You watched Lewis’ tongue taste your neck and you moaned from the way he looked into your eyes as he did it.

His hands crept up your body and groped your tits, “Love how ready you always are.”

You giggled at the dirty insinuation. You liked being Lewis Hamilton’s dirty girl.

“Just for you.”

Lewis happily hummed against your skin as he plucked your nipples and ground his pelvis against your ass, letting you feel exactly what you missed.

“This what you came here for?”

You whined at his words as he thrusted his clothed cock against your ass.

“This what you want?”

“Yes, please.” you whimpered.

“Been so long, love.” He kissed the back of your shoulder as he leaned over you, the lace of his shirt rubbed against your back.

“Your fault.” You mumbled back as he stayed pressed to you.

“I know.” He chuckled, “Time and place.”

You scoffed and pushed him back while you pivoted on your heels. Looking at him as he began unbuttoning his own shirt. He was the vision of patience and grace, while you no doubt looked like a panting slut. You dropped to your knees and pulled his pants down, swallowing down his cock the second it bobbed in front of your face. You moaned as the tangy taste of his precum touched your tongue.

Suddenly, the wetness between your legs grew and the pressure at your entrance mounted, and you cried out on Lewis’ cock as your vibrator slipped out of your hole, glistening.

You couldn’t see it, but you could feel it had fallen out of you. With you kneeling on the floor and practically leaving a trail where you walked, it wasn’t that much of a surprise. You still blushed as you heard Lewis groan at the sight. Reaching between your legs, you could feel it had slid behind you a bit. Grabbing it meant leaning all the forward and sucking down his length a bit more. After grabbing the vibrator and chucking it on to the couch you could see in your peripheral vision, you focused on Lewis.

He tasted so good and smelled so good, you took him down your throat until you could rub the tip of your nose against his pelvis. You felt the mesh of his shirt fall against your knee as he finally rid himself of the layer. Curling your fingers into his pants where they hung on his thighs, you shook your face back and forth, stirring your throat with his dick as you stripped him.

“Oh fuck,” he cursed before he pulled your hair, “enough, enough, you can suck me off later.”

You whimpered when he pulled you to your feet and grabbed your hips. The sensation of his thumbs touching your skin and then the dress made you realize you still had the lower half on. He chuckled at your expression and quickly leaned forward. His mouth closed around one of your nipples while his hands shoved your dress over the curve of your ass and let it pool on the floor around your ankles.

“Dammit.” You looked up at him as he shook his head, “I should’ve bent you over in front of that mirror.”

You turned in front of the bed and bent over with your legs spread, showing Lewis your kitty from behind, “This could work?” you shrugged sheepishly.

Lewis grinned at you and smacked your bottom, making you squeal. He shook his head and pushed your side so you rolled on to the bed. He crawled over you playfully as you shuffled back until your head was on the pillows and he hovered over you.

Leaning in, he kissed at your neck, making you sigh as you leaned your head over to give him more room. Your hand went to the back of his head as he took your nipple into his mouth again. The freshly finished locs were tightly done and each coil was smooth against your palm. When his mouth pressed to your stomach, you tugged on the pile of hair on the top of his head.

“After?” you whined.

“Oh, you know I will.” Lewis told you as he leaned back over you and captured your lips against his own.

Your tongues pressed together as you licked into each other’s mouths. You playfully sucked on his lip before whispering against his lips, “Give it to me.”

Lewis groaned as he ground his hips against yours, giving himself some friction between you both. You whimpered at the heat of his cock on your skin, the smoothness of the tender skin and the little streaks of pre-cum he left on your tummy as he moved his hips against yours. Grabbing your chin, Lewis kissed you hard on the mouth. Pulling away, he pushed on your chest to lower you against the bed as he sat up between your legs.

Looking up at him, he gripped your thighs and tugged you forward. You whined up at his grinning face as his cock pressed and bobbed against your cunt. He looked down at you and bit his lip while his cock twitched.

“Look so wet.”

“Won’t you try it?” You whined with a giggle.

“Try it?” He asked as he gripped and lined himself up with your entrance, “Baby, I think we’re past that.”

“Ohhhhhh,” you cried as he filled you, “so full.”

Lewis squeezed his eyes shut as he leaned his hips forward. His hand slapped against your pelvis, his thumb pressed to your clit as he stuffed you. His thumb flew across your clit, making you cry out over and over until he let go and leaned over you again.

“So wet.” He hissed, “Can’t have you the way I want right now, darling.” He stroked your face as he looked down at you.

“Take me how you want.”

As quickly as the words left your mouth, you were breathless as Lewis drove his cock into you, his thick length filled you just the way you remembered. You leaned your head back against the comforter, your back arched as he held your legs hooked over his arms, shoving you on and off his cock with the simple motion of his arms. His skin slapped against yours wetly where you were connected.

It was take two with the way the loud, wet suctioning sounds made you both moan together as he began shallowly thrusting into you just to hear the sound get louder. The wet splashes of your slick gushing around him made your cheeks burn. You’d never been so messy before.

You cried out as he suddenly pulled out and shoved back in, once, then twice. The abrupt emptiness to the abrupt fullness had the air filling with the smell of your sex and your loud whimpers. His hot skin threatened to burn you alive as the knots in your tummy tightened, and with it your pussy.

“M’not even sucking on you.” Lewis mumbled.

Your brain blanked as you tried to understand what he meant, but once you did you slapped his shoulder. He chuckled as he rolled his hips against your own.

“Don’t think that has anything to do with it.” You repeated back to him.

He hooked his forearms back under your knees and got closer to you, plugging himself as deep as possible as you pushed your hands against the headboard. You knew what was coming as soon as you saw the way he was getting close.

You cried out as his hips suddenly piston into you, shoving his cock in and out of you as he pulled his body back and forth. The headboard shook violently, slapping against the wall. Fearing a call that would disrupt the moment, you lowered your hands and sat up on your elbows. Looking down, you got deja vu.

You were stretched to your limit, the rim of your hole so tight around Lewis that the milky slick of your cum dragged between your own cunt and the skin of his cock. Your cunt had a heartbeat, and the lips were puffy and spread, ravaged and sore already.

“Come here.” You whimpered as you reached a hand for him and dropped on to your back.

You groaned against his lips as he leaned over on top of you, moving to that glorious angle inside of you perfectly. When his whimpers against your lips got louder and you felt him swell inside you, you wrapped your legs around his back and crossed your ankles.

When Lewis came, he came in large spurts that filled your cunt with heat as his hips stilled. He savored the feel of you pulsing around him as he filled you. Your thighs tensed over and over around his hips as you milked him and tried to continue to follow your own peak.

“Go on, baby, take what you need.” He mumbled in your ear as he leaned heavily on you, trapping you under him but burying his still hard cock deep inside of you.

I'm finna bust that pussy wide like ten-to-two I got a man, but I find some of you bitches cute Cut the convo short, fuck an interview I wanna show my wild side, make 'em doo-doo-doo I got these boys blushin', lookin' like they Pikachu I'm the hot girl, feelin' like Charizard And he know he finna win if he get my card (Ah)

“I think we should consider making this more than an annual thing.” You mumbled as your stretched your arms over your head and curled on to your side.

You forced yourself not to think much of his silence, to think more about how soft the bed was, not about how you’d probably wake up alone, think more about what outfit he’d leave you this time.

Lewis suddenly hummed as he draped himself against your back and stroked your side, not saying no but not saying yes either. You pushed away your worries as your body ached from exhaustion and searched for sleep.

You drifted off almost as soon as you closed your eyes.

The next morning, you woke to the sunlight shining through the window on to your face. While last night the skyline had twinkled, this morning it was reflecting all the sunlight right into your room.

You grumbled as you went to roll over, but couldn’t. You jumped as you felt something solid behind you, but the arm you finally realized was around your waist, with a familiar tattoo on the top of the hand, brought you back to reality.

Looking down at your feet, you saw his alongside your own. You couldn’t help but laugh when you noticed the tricolored lump at the very edge of the bed, snoring away happily like his Daddy.

You settled back down with a smile on your face and laid on your side, happy to let the sun shine in your face if not to just be held by a sleeping Lewis.

He hadn’t left after all.

#w #hoe fairy #lh #sir boo daddy #ooooo yes #SHOUT OUT TO U FOR INSPIRING THIS #my heart and kitty can’t take met!lewis #had to bring this back and write a sequel #don’t forget to like and tell me what you think

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mahixa · 3 years

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so @maxricciardo messaged me earlier today and maybe possibly probably inspired me to write this cute, fluffy lestappen fic. Listen, she’s great and she deserves to read something nice and comforting about Max after today’s race. And for any of you searching for something sweet and a short fic about the boys being happy together - I hope you will enjoy it as well.

You can read it on ao3 [HERE]

ship: lestappen

word count: 1734

fluff. It’s fluff. Boys kissing. Fluffity fluff. Let there be fluff. Max realises his feelings for Charles and thinks Charles is pretty. We all agree with Max.

The interviewer is someone Max has never seen before during their press conferences. He looks like he could live and survive on drama alone. Beastliness shines dangerously in his eyes and the way he tilts his head before he asks Max the question indicates deviousness.

Max doesn’t like this at all.

“So, Max,” his voice is obnoxious already. “We all know how painfully honest you can be. Let me ask you about Charles Leclerc.”

Something stings Max’s chest. It has been difficult couple of days for Charles, with his bad last racing weekend and a lot of family burden going on right now. The Monegasque, if asked about it, would kindly state that everything is fine and there is nothing to worry about.

But Max knows Charles and he is aware when things become too much for him. And it’s obvious that Charles has his ups and downs. Should anyone be surprised by that? No one. And yet the media keep doing what they do best – they wait for the smallest mistake, the tiniest inconvenience, and they dig deep into the topic. They remind Max of vultures, always ready to find a person during their weak moments and portray such person as the biggest victim possible. A loser. Rend their vulnerable skin and make them bleed for the sake of the headline. Pain them black and white.

For the media everything is zero to one. You either win, or you lose. You drive or you crash. There’s no in between.

And Charles is sitting right next to Max during this press conference, and Max can feel him switching his position uncomfortably as they both hear the begging of question.

“Charles seems to like creating controversy,” the man states the biggest lie Max has heard in a while and dares to continue speaking. “And recently he has been loosing his nerves in the most crucial moments. He is, let’s say, not good under pressure these days. Does it even make him a good driver then?”

Something boils inside Max.

“Does any of it have something to do with the upcoming date of Charles’ father’s death? Should Charles continue to drive during this weekend, or is he a threat to others? Clearly he might be, with his mental condition.”

The conference room goes completely silent.

Max doesn’t take his eyes off of the interviewer. He doesn’t even blink. His gaze must look dangerous enough for everyone to make them to look at him and the man multiple times, anticipating the answer. Max lifts his chin defiantly and squints, and it sends unspoken fulmination all across the room. Someone clears his throat nervously.

“You know,” Max starts, joining his hands together. “I think it takes some fucking audacity to come to this room and say such things about one of the greatest driver of this generation.” Someone gasps in the room and everyone lifts their cameras up. “So you come here, and you have your confidence, and well. You have to be confident, for sure, to ask such dumb questions and state such idiotic statements, clearly not understanding what does it mean to be a normal human in this sport, having better and worse days. So no. Charles is more than the questions about his father, he is more than your silly cheap mind games and neither him, or me, will waste our time on you. And he will drive with us on Sunday. He’s the best person out there when it comes to mental strenght and he doesn’t deserve such crap from the media. So shut up. Next question,” he finishes and points at another man.

His heart is beating incredibly fast and he can hardly hear another question. His mouth is dry, palms sweaty and his legs bouncing nervously.

He does his best to ignore Charles’ stunned look on his face and Lewis’ dropped jaw.

When Max comes back to his hotel room he is exhausted and doesn’t really know why. He has dealt with stupid interviewers on more than one occasion by now, and he thinks he should be able to handle this situation better. Not that he regrets saying what he said.

He just doesn’t know why it caused such him such an emotional response.

Before he can think about it more, there’s a soft knock on the door and there’s only one person who knocks like that.

“Come in, Charles.”

Charles’ smile is small and almost timid, as he enters the room and then looks around. Max smiles to himself, observing a very awkward Charles. As if he wasn’t here yesterday to see the room. And the day before.

“I, eh,” he starts, putting his hands into the pockets of his jeans. “I wanted to say thank you, Max.”

Max doesn’t know how to react to his cheeks which turn bright red.

Charles has always been like that. Like that? So like what? Max thinks, forcing himself to finally understand what he has been feeling for so long, searching in his head for the best word to describe the other man.

Lovely. Charles has always been quite lovely, he admits to himself.

That describes Charles pretty well, actually. And now Max thinks about all those moments they shared together, from the early karting days too. Their fights and arguments when they were children, and Charles coming to check on Max after their races. Bringing him his home-made cookies or lemonade, and thanking Max. Or saying he is sorry. And these confessions were always a bit clumsy, always a bit awkward, but the words were always there. Charles might not always look the most confident during moments like this, but he always is there. Ready to speak and be tender when other people hide themselves and run away from confrontation. Charles is ready to say the things Max is often unable to.

Today’s press conference was different, though. It was the first time Max said so many things about Charles. In a room full of people, on top of that – people who were paying attention to his every word. Wasn’t that rather stupid, to go off like that? But that question has to be one of the dumbest and most arrogant he has heard in a long while. And it was about Charles.

No one should ever talk about Charles like that.

Not about Charles. How dare they? Have they ever seen the way he drives? The way he trains? How he can stay under pressure? The way he achieves his goals and keeps his cool even in the most stressful moments?

Have they seen the way Charles smiles? The way he rolls his eyes when he sees something silly or the way he wrinkles his nose when he laughs, but truly, truly laughs? Have they seen the way Charles can’t cook or dance, but he likes to do these things and it makes it even more enjoyable to observe him?

And what about the way Charles sleeps, with his lips slightly parted and his strong chest moving up and down? Or the way he gets excited over the stupidest TV programs Max doesn’t understand, but doesn’t mind when Charles asks him to watch them together, already too fascinated by the way Charles comments on things? And the way he plays the piano. The way he chooses songs and hums to himself when he plays.

The way he sneezes and then apologizes for it. The way Charles can assemble furniture from IKEA, and refuse to use any instruction, but somehow his chaotic energy helps him manage? And Max knows how it looks like.

Because Charles helped him with his furnitures.

Charles has always been there. When Max was sick and didn’t want to take any pills, Charles was there. Brining him his mum’s soup and talking how much he likes the fact that they both live in Monaco now. And when Max got completely wasted in one of those bars they like to go to, it was Charles who helped him get clean from all the unpleasant post-party aspects of the night. And he didn’t complain. He didn’t make a sound. He took off Max’s clothes, leaving him in nothing but his boxers, and helped him shower. He made sure Max made it to bed and he placed a glass of water on his bedside table.

Charles was there when Max won his most important races and he was there to celebrate it with him. He was there when Max argued with his father and when it all looked like a lost cause. He was there to rub soothing circles on Max’s back with his gentle hand and embrace him with his soft voice.

And he always says “thank you” and “I’m sorry” when other people could never do it, for different reasons. Charles has always been brave and able to rise above others. Be a bigger person.

Charles is kind and lovely.

And so damn handsome.

It all makes Max’s head dizzy. The realisation of his feelings washes over him and he has to grab the chair not to stumble. What now?

Charles looks beautiful in his blue hoodie, messy hair and his confused smile. He looks way too soft to remain reasonable or sensible about this.

“Those things you said during the press conference, did you mean them?” he asks, finally breaking the silence between them.

Max nods, coming closer to Charles who doesn’t move away. His eyes are focused on Max’s and he licks his lips.

“I meant every word,” Max says, his voice becoming almost a whisper, as he moves even closer and cups Charles’ face with his hand. “Jesus, Charles.”

Charles closes his eyes at the contact and breathes in through his nose. He looks stunning and Max is mesmerised.

“Kiss me,” Charles whispers, not opening his eyes. “Please.”

Max feels like melting. He slowly cups Charles’ face with both his hands.

“Look at me,” Max whispers back, and when Charles opens his eyes slightly, Max places a kiss on Charles’ forehead.

Then on his cheek. And then the other.

And then they kiss. They kiss and kiss and kiss, Charles’ arms around Max’s shoulders and Max’s hands on Charles’ waist. It’s the softest thing to kiss Charles, his lips eager and opened and lovely, lovely, so, so lovely, and warm.

Max moves them around the room so Charles can fall on the bed, and as soon as he does, Max climbs on top of him. The way Charles’ reaches out for him, the way he holds him closer, kissing him harder and deeper – that definitely goes on top of “the different ways of Charles Leclerc” list Max has made.

And Charles is beautiful under his touch, and he glows like a golden, Autumn sun, and he sounds like the softest, warm melody.

“I meant every word,” Max says between kisses and touches, between moans and sighs. “Every word.”

#lestappen #max verstappen #charles leclerc #fic #f1 fic #enjoy!!#my fic

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nickkkdoesstuff · 3 years

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general 24 w/ lewvithur maybe? :0c

Prompt list.

“I haven’t seen (her/him/them) smile in months.”

I’m not really used to write about lewvithur (or ot3 in general) and I apologize if this is a little odd or off character <: i’m trying

Summary: None of them had genuinely smiled since their lives had torn apart. Arthur finds his old keyboard and plays an awful familiar song.

Song: “Slow Dance” by Saint Motel

Vivi licked the melted marshmallow off her fingers with as much enthusiasm she had. Definitely the idea of taking her boyfriends out in the woods for a nice little evening soiree, technically they were on a mission hunting down a werewolf but it wouldn’t hurt if they stopped for a second, and the night above them was lovely-

The blue leader couldn’t avoid the dark sky filled with stars and lights of distant cities, she had told them to rest for a while, they all deserved it anyway. Arthur had brought the idea of building a fire when the sun started to set behind them and Lewis suggested s'mores because “it wasn’t a real campfire if it didn’t had s’mores”, the ghost couldn’t eat anymore but who were they to deny such a delicacy.

So there they were, their faces red because of the heat and a little sweaty too. The van’s radio had gone off a few minutes ago and they had run out of conversation topics. The three of them sat on a fallen log, pressed together like a human sandwich one next to another, a little awkward if you asked, but way more comfortable than try to get a real conversation out of anyone.

Vivi sighed tired. “Looks like we ran out of cookies.” she stood up. “I’m going to see if there are some more in the van.”

Arthur nodded and Lewis just didn’t mind at all.

She jumped on the back of their van, a lamp on her mouth to leave free her hands. She brushed with her eyes the tall, metallic shelves that held many of her supernatural artifacts that she assured held properties and could be handy on one of their jobs, she had never used them, true, but you never knew when a spirit could strike, so she kept them to collect dust on tagged cardboard boxes like forgotten items, one of those boxes should have the food supplies, she was sure, but after Lewis died, nobody had reorganized the shelves, and nor she or Arthur cared enough to do it, so now the “food supplies” were strange books Vivi didn’t remember collecting and a few shiny rocks Arthur probably picked up during their trips.

The blue haired girl emptied all the van and couldn’t find those damned cookies- she had looked everywhere except for the higher level of the shelves, “They must be there”, she thought. “I swear for the love of fuck, Arthur, that if you ate them I’m starting a war”.

She picked the box but it slipped out of her hands and landed on top of her hair.

“Ow” she patted herself. Many other things fell along with her, Lewis wasn’t going to be happy with the mess she made. The girl kicked some stuff out of her way until a strange one came across her path, she didn’t recall having that one when 99% of the stuff stocked there was hers. It was a black square bag, it was dusty and a little heavy but the lazo on one of its sides made it easier to carry around.

“Arthur, sweety,” she called, popping her head out of the van. “what 's this?”

Half asleep Arthur turned to her. “Oh.”

He moved to inspect the bag and put it on the floor, his slim hands slid open the zipper to reveal an old keyboard piano.

“I have been looking for this for ages!” Arthur kneel before it and ran his fingers through the white and black tiles. “I haven’t pla- played this since- since… well…”

The hurt look on his eyes said it all. The boy turned it on, wondering if it still worked after a year of abandonment. To his surprise, it did, the screen came back to life and lights shone brighter than before. A small smile crept upon his lips, shy as himself.

“C’mon, Artie.” Vivi hurried to sit down next to the ghost, right in front of Arthur like they were a crowd. “Delight us, please.”

Arthur looked at her hesitantly, and then to the keyboard, unsure if he even knew how to play it anymore. “I don’t- I don’t know, Vi, it’s been a- a while…”

“Pweaseeeee.” Vivi wore puppy eyes. Oh no, please don’t, he thought, not the eyes.

“Fi- fineeee. I guess I can play something.”

The blond man ran through his memories, he should remember how to play any song, literally any song was good…

“This is one that everyone knows.” And then he played the first chord.

“I'm waitin' for that slow dance.”

Vivi gasped.

“So I can feel your arms around me.”

Oh, she definitely knew that song.

“Wait ‘till the music turns to romance.”

Arthur laughed a little at his girlfriend’s reaction.

“Go tell that Dj that he owes me.”

With a hand on her hip, she stood up, smiling brighter than she had ever done it. Vivi fixed her messy blue hair, tied her scarf tighter and tucked under her skirt her oversized sweater. Offering a hand to the ghost, she invited him to dance. A funny expression broke the specter’s skull and took her hand in acceptance. They pretended the dirt under their feet was a fancy dance floor and the moon a disco ball.

“Well, they don’t know that much about it.”

They began to move around to the beat of the song.

“Been waiting every single day.”

Vivi spinned around, holding her boy’s hand as he catched up with her.

“I could be your best friend, I could be your centerpiece, I could be your soulmate, I could be your everything.”

She planted a kiss on his forehead.

“Thunderbolts and lighting queuing up the symphony.”

He carried her bridal style and leaned her to the floor, taking a laugher out of her.

“You know I’m waiting for that slow dance.”

Vivi escaped from his grip with a jump and rolled a little on the dirt.

“So I can feel your arms around me. Wait ‘till the music turns to romance. Go tell that Dj that he owes me.”

They both danced a silly dance, no longer making sense.

“Hand on my back, panic attack. Pull it together, don't overreact! Keepin' her close, don't step on her toes. Leave enough room for the holy ghost.”

Now Mystery had joined them.

“Romance”

Arthur grinned at the sight.

“Too slow but this is how you showed me.”

For a moment, Arthur was no longer in the woods but the Kingsmen’s mechanics garage. He was a small boy once again.

“We could talk for forty hours.”

He was sitting outside, watching the sunset over the mountains, time didn’t matter, he was simply staring at the beautiful magentas and lilacs the sky had painted.

“We’d end up right back at the start.”

It reminded him of Vivi and Lewis, and he couldn’t take his eyes away from it. He thought it was beautiful. It was the night of the prom, he knew he should be sunking his problems on punch and dancing cheesy songs with his friends, but nobody had asked him out, Lewis and Vivi should be there, enjoying their night.

“I could be your best friend, I could be your centerpiece, I could be your soulmate, I could be your everything.”

They made a nice couple after all.

“Thunderbolts and lighting queuing up the symphony.”

He was lost on himself until both of them showed up with bright smiles at him and asked him out.

Arthur had never been so glad to say yes.

“You know I’m waiting for that slow dance.”

Suddenly, without a warning, a cold hand pulled him. It was Vivi.

“So I can feel your arms around me.”

“Oh, no no no no, I’m- I’m not a good dancer.”

“Wait ‘till the music turns to romance.”

His girlfriend laughed. “Who cares?”

“Go tell that Dj that he owes me.”

She gently took both of his hands -flesh and metallic- and dragged him along with her where Lewis awaited.

“Vivi- wait, no-!”

“There’s no doubt about it.”

She kissed his cheek to make him shut up, it worked indeed. Flustered, Arthur surrendered.

“It’s something magical.”

She never lost her grip on his hands, and, as if they were little kids, Vivi spun around slowly.

“Feeling our surroundings.”

The world around him moved fast, the couple stayed still, or that was what Arthur felt when he could only stare at her beautiful blue gaze.

“And time is slowing down for us.”

Arthur sank in the moment. Looking at her toothy smile directed at him, Arthur welcomed that warm gesture in his heart and let the feeling of being all right washed over him.

Vivi slowed down and when they weren’t that nauseous she quickly grabbed him in a suffocating but nice and fitting hug, right when he was about to return it, he was pushed towards a black suit.

“You know I’m waiting for that slow dance.”

“¿Me concedes esta pieza?” Lewis said in fluent spanish, Arthur looked up to meet not a terrifying skull but a human face with a gentle smile on him.

“So I can feel your arms around me.”

“Huh?” Arthur didn’t even pay attention when Lewis talked with that accent.

“Wait ‘till the music turns to romance.”

“Would you grant me this piece?” He laughed and Arthur just limited himself to nod as his blush warmed all his face.

“Go tell that Dj that he owes me.”

A hand went to his back and another one lifted his robotic arm, the blond boy followed him, taken back a little, was he really dancing with Lewis-?

It didn’t feel real, but he loved it.

“Hand on my back, panic attack.”

Arthur rested his head on his boyfriend’s big chest just like a pillow.

“Pull it together, don’t over react!”

How long had it been since he had been this happy?

“Keepin’ her close, don’t step on her toes.”

He hadn’t seen any of them smile, a true smile, one that didn’t lie.

“Leave enough room for the holy ghost.”

A smile that could warm your soul for decades.

“Romance.”

No, he hadn’t seen one.

“Too slow but this is how you showed me.”

The music ended and Lewis didn’t pull away his boyfriend, instead he kept him close and placed his lips on top of his tall hair. Vivi came to finish the hug, her short arms doing their best to hold them together until she was tucked under both of her boys.

No, Arthur hadn’t seen them smile in months.

He opened his eyes to snitch on them, beautiful smiles decorated the moment, he couldn’t help but think that things were going to be alright.

#doodleanswers #nemesis-is-my-middle-name #lewvithur #msa #mystery skulls animated #i'm editing this later :>

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this is (yet another) interview

"I know you keep talking to Arthur," Lewis says one day, almost as soon as they sit down.

Her heart jumps, and then sinks. "Oh. Um."

"I- I'm not angry!" He looks up and waves a hand, trying to reassure her. "It... I... I worry about you - a lot, but... it's not like I can stop you. I just... didn't want you to feel like you had to keep," another, more relaxed hand-wave, "dancing around it."

She relaxes at that. "Well. You guys are, uh, weird. Parabiologically speaking. I... can't exactly just walk away from that." She bites back the start of a rant about all the cross-classification he and Arthur have. Lewis always listens politely when she goes off on tangents, but, as she forcefully reminds herself, they're in the middle of a conversation already.

His expression softens at that, and then he looks away again. "How... how is he?"

"Huh?"

"I mean- what's he like. Arthur. You are researching him, after all." When he looks back, there's something else in his eyes. They're narrowed slightly, brow almost furrowed. "I'm just wondering... what you've gathered about him so far."

"Oh." She's almost disappointed by the clarification. It's much simpler than what she originally got from the how is he – a question about her research, not his well-being. "He's..." she drums on one hand with the fingers of the other, pursing her lips as she thinks of a good way to summarize.

"I mean, I said weird, right? I've told you about the classification system- which is bullshit-" she adds under her breath, "-but it works as a framework. So, he's not quite a poltergeist or a wraith, because he's not... dangerous. Poltergeists are-"

She's interrupted by an incredulous voice. "Not dangerous?"

"...yeah. I mean- he doesn't fixate on harming people. Poltergeists are defined by their desire and drive to cause chaos and harm, and wraiths by their anger that overrides everything else. It's... a pretty blurry distinction, and a lot of people use them interchangeably," she admits, "but it's important if you're not just focusing on getting rid of them-"

"And you don't think he's either of those." Lewis sounds a little impatient now, gently nudging her back on topic.

"Well... no. He's... I mean, I can sit down and have a chat with him. Can't do that with something that just really, really wants to hurt you. So, his mentality is more that of, say, a true ghost or even a lost soul. But neither of those typically come with any sort of power, magically speaking. And he... I mean." She gestures forward. "He's almost on your level. So I almost think he's- well, both of you- some sort of... poltergeist or wraithlike entity that lost the drive but somehow retained all the power. Or you've somehow repressed or... counterbalanced it with something else. I mean-" she blinks. "He did. Reformed wraith, I've heard that before somewhere..." she adds the last part under her breath.

"I wonder what changed," Lewis murmurs, so quietly she almost doesn't catch it. Almost.

There's a moment's pause. Then he asks, "okay, so he's not- hostile." (She makes a vague, noncommittal noise at that, which prompts a curious look from him.) "When... you see him, how... does he act?"

"...suspicious. I mean, he doesn't trust me. I think he still thinks I’m some kind of... ghost hunter, or something. But, he doesn’t exactly try to hide that he hates having me there. He’s just kind of... reclusive, in general."

“Oh,” he says, and the word sounds almost... sad. And then it’s gone again. “And you still don’t think he’s dangerous?”

“I mean... no? He’s never tried to attack me, even when I’m really annoying him. I’m more worried for him than anything. He’s... so jumpy.” She looks down to take a bite of her food, and spends a moment chewing. "I don't know why. It's like he expects me to... suddenly change my mind and go full Ghostbusters on him. Do you guys get bothered by hunters a lot?"

"Not really. The occasional one will show up, but they usually run off when they encounter me." He shakes his head, not looking at her. "I don't... think that's the reason. Why he's jumpy."

"Huh. Do... do you have a theory?"

He looks down into his food for a while, and then sighs. "I guess not."

"Mm-" Vivi raises her fork. "I just remembered, he said something else to me, too." He'd actually said it a while ago, but she'd always been hesitant to bring it up before now. Reluctant to mention that she'd been going to visit Arthur, and unsure of how he'd take it.

"What was it?" He frowns at her, as best he can.

"Um, he said... what was the exact phrasing? That you, uh, you're nice until you decide you don't like someone, and you hold a grudge for forever."

Lewis snorts, but she catches a flicker of genuine hurt in his eyes. "Really. Well you can tell him that it's not a grudge, and he knows damn well he deserves it. If he didn't want me to hate him, maybe he shouldn't have-" and then he seems to catch himself, and goes silent for a moment. "...Anyway. Don't listen to a thing he says about me. It's all biased nonsense. But... maybe don't say that to his face? He might, ah... get angry."

"I'll, um, sure." This could be a good lead, probably.

Vivi sits in an armchair, swinging her legs and watching Arthur pace back and forth across the room. At some point, his fidgetiness had won out over whatever politeness he'd been trying to maintain, and now she almost never sees him stop moving. He's always pacing back and forth in the room, or fidgeting with one of the trinkets he has sitting out there. A lot of them seem like pointless machines, she's noticed, wind-up spiders and silent music boxes that seem to only exist to move and make noise. And to be built, she has to guess.

"So, I mentioned to Lewis what you said the first time we met," she says, trying to sound as casual as possible.

He stops, seems to process what she means for a moment, and then glances at her. He doesn't look angry, which was her main concern. Instead, he looks... afraid, almost. "D-did you? What did- what did he s-say?"

"That..." she glances down at her notes briefly. "It's not a grudge, and you deserve it, and... if you didn't want him to hate you, you shouldn't have... and then he, uh, stopped talking, so I don't actually know what it was you shouldn't have done. I assume it means something to you?"

He sighs and folds his arms, looking away, and seems to shrink back into himself. "As much as it ever did," is his oddly cryptic answer. "Well. It's nice to- to know he hasn't ch-changed much, at least."

"Is it?"

"Means he isn't," he waves a hand at his face, "losing any fire."

A question springs to mind, but in a rare moment of wisdom, she bites it back and scribbles it down on the paper instead.

Would you be upset if he moved on?

"Anyway, I don't suppose you have any more pointed messages for me to pass on?"

He shakes his head. "Tell him... I don't care what he th-thinks, so long as he st-stays away from me."

She writes that down as well. "Will do."

#mystery skulls animated #this is an interview #the nemesis speaks #swift writes

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Episode One: In the Middle of the Street TRANSCRIPT

[You can listen to the show wherever you get your podcasts.]

[Intro music players.]

ANNOUNCER:

Three-Eyed Frog Presents: Incident Report Number 31.

[Theme song fades to a stop.]

[click recorder on]

ARCHIVIST:

Test. Test. One, two, three. (mutters) Bloody hell, why does it smell like something died in here? Well, guess we can’t prove something didn’t, eh? The recorder seems to be working, at least.

My name is Val West. I’m the newly appointed head archivist at The [REDACTED] Institute, which documents people’s possible experiences with the supernatural for both emotional support purposes and to get recovery time off of work, school, et cetera if the trauma is deemed severe enough by their employers or other supervisory staff.[beat as they scoff] Supernatural doctor’s note, innit...

The Head of the Institute, Mr. Neil Banks, has asked me to record these accounts because, well, there actually isn’t really a good reason. [mutters] Didn’t spend eight years getting a masters in library sciences to read stories into a dusty tape recorder, but, we all have to get by.

I do, at least, have people to assist me: two researchers: Zach Zamuel-Imogen Baker, and Christine Lewis, along with, I’m told, a very well-respected psychologist: one [hesitant] Dr. Oliver Possum, who will be advising me on any cases where there is necessary psychological follow up. I haven’t actually met any of them yet, but hopefully they will be helpful.

I was also explicitly told not to look behind the bookshelf to my left, so I will be looking behind the bookshelf later today...right. Guess I should get started, then.

[Sound of papers tapped on desk to organize them]

ARCHIVIST:

[They clear their throat.] For the consideration of Ortolan Bunting Law Firm: Ayla Stephenson’s encounter with a house that did not exist and her subsequent request for thirty hours of paid time off. No date given. Fine by me. Not gonna lose sleep over improperly filled out paperwork. Well. Start? I suppose? Yes.

[ACCOUNT.]

I feel the need to start with this, so you fully understand what I’m trying to say. I have a feeling you’ll just dismiss my story otherwise. I’ve lived here going on ten years now. Moved here on the promise of a job from the same company that I still work for today: Ortolan Bunting Law Firm. I drive the same route to work every day. I mean, I looked up the quickest way on the map when I first moved to town, and hey, who am I to question that? If it works it works. No need to make something difficult when the map’ll just figure it for you that first day, right?

I guess I’m getting a bit off topic here, but my point is that I’ve been going the same way for a decade, which is to say that I know the route to and from work like the back of my hand. Sure, maybe I don’t pay attention to every detail every day, I mean after ten years, the drive is almost an unconscious thing-

ARCHIVIST:

(mutters) Not a great way to build up your story’s credibility but, I digress.

[ACCOUNT.]

-but I still know all the road’s quirks, even if they don’t stick out to me after all this time. I know that the first left turn light on the way lasts for about two seconds and if you’re more than two cars behind in line, you’ll have to wait a whole cycle to go. I know there’s a business center that, god knows why, has their logo done in comic sans just off to the right before I merge onto the highway. Once I’m on that freeway for about fifteen minutes, I can see this drive through coffee place on one of the adjacent streets. Every single morning the line’s backed up out to the street- you’d think there’d be a better way to do that, but that’s more of a personal gripe and certainly not the point. On my way back from work, I take a few side streets to avoid rush hour traffic on the main road- just the way the map recommended on my first day, of course, I’m not looking to get lost in the backroads. There’s a few old houses, sometimes I see elderly couples sitting out on their porches. Sometimes they wave and I do have the decency to wave back, though some of my colleagues might not believe you… I’m afraid I’ve been a bit put off by this whole experience and have been taking it out on some of my coworkers. All the more reason to give me the [THE ARCHIVIST sighs this last part out as they are once again pulled out of the story] time off that I so kindly requested.

ARCHIVIST:

That last line is crossed out. It appears that Ms. Stephenson was reluctant for her Firm to read that bit if this ever got back around to them. To be honest, the way that this is going, I’m not so sure that plea would have done anything for her, but I am, of course, to remain the impartial academic in my work here, so I suppose I’ll allow the defacing of Institute paperwork just this once, even if the scribbles are rather unprofessional.

[ACCOUNT.]

There're a few empty lots there too. I think at one point, the city wanted to buy them up and make a park, but I don’t think they ever got around to it. Really don’t think they will now. I’m getting ahead of myself. I guess what I’m trying to say is, I’ve been going the same way day in and day out for ten years… I’d notice if something was different.

ARCHIVIST:

I’m assuming… that is the point of this report yes? [beat] Continuing on.

[ACCOUNT.]

Nothing that day was really any different, I’d say. Just drove to work, hit all the usual landmarks: waiting to turn at the light, glancing at the comic sans sign, thinking that that coffee shop is definitely obstructing traffic, the usual. Went to work, got through the day with… minor amounts of stress… I mean it’s legal work, it isn’t fun, but somebody’s gotta do it. Got off right at five, gathered up my things and left. I took my usual streets, not really minding anything, but I noticed no one was out on the porches. That’s not unusual, I know, people can be inconsistent, it’s not a big deal, but looking back? Maybe they knew something was off… I mean if I’d lived in that neighborhood I certainly would have.

[Eerie music begins playing.]

I always drive with the radio on, can’t stand being alone with my thoughts on a busy street where road rage can make its way into my thoughts. Guess I should’ve mentioned that earlier, huh? Either way it seems important that I say it’s part of my daily life. I do it every day, and I’ve never had a problem with reception in that area, so when the sound started to glitch out, I thought something was wrong with my car. It was frustrating, sure, but not a big deal, even if I don’t necessarily enjoy the sound of static more than the average person.

I went through the usual useless attempts to fix it, of course. Smacked it a few times, turned it off and on again, but nothing changed. In the end, I just turned it off as I kept driving. Figured my own thoughts were better than the white noise that faded in and out of my speaker at an unpredictable volume. Things were fine for a few minutes. I’d almost gotten to the end of the street when I realized something wasn’t quite right.

At first, I thought maybe the light was just reflecting into my eyes weird. Maybe I’d just seen something out of the corner of my eye that there was a fine explanation for. Because… I knew this road. And there had never been a house there before. I was sure of it. A whole house isn’t something that could go up in a night, but you know that, you aren’t an idiot.

[Record scratch, cutting the music off.]

ARCHIVIST:

[pretentious bastard] I’d certainly like to think so, yes.

[ACCOUNT.]

But there it was. It wasn’t right next to the other houses, a few lots down the road instead. Other than my knowledge that it wasn’t there before, though, it could have blended into the neighborhood without anyone noticing.All things considered, it was a pretty nice house. Sure, it was done up in that fancy Victorian style and therefore inherently a little unnerving, you know how those old places just seem a little haunted even if they’re perfectly put together?

Still, beyond that, it was fine. Not broken down in that sort of creepy ghost way that you see in movies, or anything. The paint was pretty well done, only a little aged from the sun, and all the wood on the wrap-around porch was together. I mean if I was building a murder house, I would’ve splintered the boards and peeled up the exterior wall a bit, something along those lines, you know? It looked like someone could have been living out of it. Totally normal.

I know what you’re thinking, that I got out and had a look, but I can’t say I did. As the sun was going down? While I was all of a sudden unsure of my own thoughts? Really? No way in hell. I’m not an idiot either. So I kept driving. As I passed by, I got this strange feeling… like I wasn’t alone on the street. I don’t know if I imagined it or not, but with how much I was already questioning what I knew, I wasn’t sure I wanted the answer, and I sped away, not wanting to stick around any longer than I had to. Now, when I got home, I went through stages of denial before realizing that, hey, it wasn’t my damn neighborhood, and therefore not actually a problem that I would have to deal with.

At least until I was driving back from work the next afternoon. Funny how that works… your problems don’t just disappear because you’ve chosen to ignore them. Although ignore is a strong word considering I spent all day at work worrying about whether or not I should trust myself and whether or not I would see the house again when I drove home… I could’ve gone another route, of course. Could’ve gone even one street over and left it at that.

But that isn’t how it works, is it? I was so unsure of my own thoughts that I’d rather put myself in a situation that seemed potentially harmful than not know if I was wrong or not. [beat] So I went down the same route, just like I’d been conditioned to for the last decade. Once again, the couples were inside. They had to know something was wrong, I mean I was able to realize the house shouldn’t have been there and I didn’t even live in the neighborhood. I slowed my car to a snail’s pace as I inspected all about the street that I could. Not really sure what I was looking for if I’m being honest, but when I got to the house, I’d convinced myself that, yes, in fact, it was as real as the rest of the places on the block.

I don’t think it was really a conscious decision when I stopped the car. I’d just been going so slow already and… well I’d reached my target, hadn’t I? I sat and gazed over the house for a few moments. Looking over the perfect condition it seemed to be in, to no avail. It seemed to be perfectly normal. Maybe… Maybe I was really just in my head about all of this. Was it really that hard to believe? I should’ve just left, stopped staring at this place. Sitting there wasn’t going to change the fact that it was there, whether or not I could really trust my mind.

But… then I saw the curtains in the front window move. I snapped my gaze over to where I’d seen the motion and there was a little boy staring at me through the glass. He looked off to something behind the curtain before looking back over and waving, grinning a gap toothed smile at me. I... Well I wasn’t quite sure what to do with that so… I waved back. What else was I supposed to do? In an instance, I became convinced that I’d really just made the whole thing up. If there really was someone inside and nothing untoward seemed to be going on, the kid had seemed perfectly happy after all, then it had to be a real house. And really, if it had been some big spooky master plan, then why would he have acknowledged me? I’ve been to the movie theatre. I know children in horror flicks can be creepy, but just straight up waving at me like I was just another neighbor and nothing was going on? Didn’t exactly set up the sinister mood that I figured would have come from the place.

And then a hand shot out and. The kid recoiled as it shut, looking disappointed that he’d been caught doing something it was evident he wasn't supposed to. And I snapped back into trusting myself and sticking with my gut. I didn’t like the look of that. At all. Unfortunately, my whole life, I’ve generally been prone to the third fear response rather than either of the useful ones: I freeze. This time was no different. I couldn’t bring myself to drive away.

[In the background, eerie music begins playing.]

I sat there in dead silence for what felt like hours with a vague feeling of unease hanging in the air when the door opened. A man stepped out, wearing this fine tailored suit that I’d seen clients wealthier than I would ever be wear into my office and carried himself with the confidence of a person that knows no one is going to cross them. Despite all that, his face was soft. Approachable. Kind, even. Seemed like the kind of guy that knew he had money, but was willing to help you if you’d just say thank you afterwards.

As he approached my car he called out to me: “Hello there!”

Nice and friendly. Even with the strangeness of a few moments ago and my lingering unease, I could hardly bring myself to believe that this man would do anything to me. Sure, I was still stuck to my seat in fear, but he seemed perfectly safe. Maybe that’s just what it’s like to be charismatic though, looking back. I wasn’t sure what to do at that point, but my pre-programmed social response got the better of me and I rolled down my window to meet him.

“Hi.” I said. Just a simple greeting until I could really figure out what was happening.

He put one hand on the top of my car and leaned down to meet my eyes. As he spoke, his smile never faded: “So… I take it… you can see this place?”

Well, I was so taken aback I wasn’t really sure what to say, so I just nodded. And the next thing he said, well… threw me a bit off. He stood up, brushed off his pants calmly, turned back to the house, began walking, and he just said-

[Record scratch, cutting the music off.]

ARCHIVIST:

Now there’s a profanity here that I will not repeat, but it seems Ayla’s statement finishes there.

[The Archivist sighs and shuffles their papers.]

ARCHIVIST:

There’s not much followup to be done here. Ayla gave us a street address, but didn’t actually tell us which house it was. [mutters] Perhaps she’s more of an idiot than she claims to be.

Regardless, upon investigating the street, nothing appeared to be out of the ordinary, though none of our staff were familiar enough with the area to tell which houses should and shouldn’t be there. In my personal opinion, this is a mere case of a poor attention span. I can’t blame Ayla, I suppose, but was it really worth coming here and telling a whole dramatic story over it?

[scoff] There are some other areas of this statement that leave room for questioning and research, such as the radio static and the house’s residents. For now, however, I will be filing this one under “Irrelevant” in my mind. End recording.

[Recorder clicks on.]

[Recorder clicks back on.]

[There’s footsteps as HR walks down the hall. They knock on the Archivist’s office door. Meanwhile, the Archivist can be heard moving something.]

HR:

[muffled] Uh, hello? I’ve got something for the Archivist.

ARCHIVIST:

Oh, uh, yes, of course. Just let me— [They curse as they are heard tripping over piles of statements.]

[A pause.]

HR:

...should I come back at a later time, or—?

[The door suddenly swings open.]

ARCHIVIST:

Right. Blimey. Sorry about that, mate. What’s all this, then?

HR:

Er, are you the head archivist?

ARCHIVIST:

That depends, who’s asking?

HR:

Your HR. I’m also an intern under Mr. Banks, which brings about a whole array of other useless titles, but for your purposes, I’m just HR. My name is Luca.

ARCHIVIST:

Oh! Lovely. Mr. Banks told me I’d be seeing you. Um, pleasure to meet you.

HR:

Thanks, you—wait, wh—?

ARCHIVIST:

[trying to change the subject] Say, why are you here, Luca? Any plans for after your internship? I mean, surely, you have a field of study, a career plan?

HR:

[slowly, growing increasingly confused] Oh, um, yeah. I, um—well, I started here—um, yeah, after my internship, I. Uh.

ARCHIVIST:

It’s alright if you don’t have a plan, y’know. Took me a while to figure all my stuff out, and, well, I got out alive, didn’t I?

HR:

No, it’s just—I know I have something, I just. Um. [desperately trying to change the subject] What are you doing in there, exactly?

ARCHIVIST:

[beat] Oh, just some housekeeping.

HR:

...and that required you to move an entire bookshelf?

[A long pause.]

ARCHIVIST:

Listen, I know what this looks like.

HR:

Doesn’t he have a weird thing about that?

ARCHIVIST:

[passionate] Which is exactly why I did it! I mean, they’re not the heaviest bookshelves in the world, so it’s certainly not a matter of safety.

HR:

[mutters] As if Mr. Banks has ever valued the life and safety of his employees.

[Both are heard walking back into the office towards where the bookshelf was.]

ARCHIVIST:

[cont.] Which means there must have been something weird about the bookshelf—and I was right. See, look, there’s like a weird...hole. Thing.

HR:

...I’m guessing that’s why Mr. Banks made me bring you a shovel?

ARCHIVIST:

Hm? Oh, right, the shovel. Kind of forgot I had asked for that.

HR:

How did you not notice I was carrying it when I came here?

ARCHIVIST:

You see, within the hole, there’s this big mound of dirt, and I have reason to believe that there’s something hidden beneath.

HR:

[They sniff, then, disgusted] Oh god, why does it smell like something died in there?

ARCHIVIST:

That’s what I’m trying to find out.

HR:

Look, can’t you just...I don’t know, leave it? Like, just put the bookshelf back, spray some air freshener, and then be done with it? I really don’t want to have to write this up.

ARCHIVIST:

You expect me to work under these conditions? Having a mysterious hole in my wall with no idea what’s lurking within?

HR:

Look, I just think this is a really stupid idea. If Mr. Banks finds out—

ARCHIVIST:

He’s not going to! You— [they huff a sigh.] Would you just hand me my shovel? I’m going in!

HR:

Whatever you say.

[HR hands the Archivist the shovel.]

ARCHIVIST:

Thank you.

[They are heard shoveling for some time, before the Archivist finally seems to hit something.]

HR:

Is...is that…?

ARCHIVIST:

My god.

HR:

That’s a dead body.

ARCHIVIST:

Appears to be. [beat.] Do you know who it is?

HR:

I mean, they’re sort of hard to recognize now.

ARCHIVIST:

Perhaps the previous archivist?

HR:

I dunno, I never knew them.

[A long pause.]

ARCHIVIST:

Right, then. Back to work. Mind helping me move this bookshelf?

HR:

(under their breath) God, I’m gonna have to write this up, aren’t I?

[Recorder clicks off.]

[Theme music plays.]

[CREDITS.]

Incident Report Number 31 is a podcast made by Three-Eyed Frog Presents. This episode, “In the Middle of the Street,” was written, directed, and produced by Val West and Luka Miller with sound design by Luka Miller. This episode featured Val West as the Archivist and Luka Miller as HR. Music is produced by Luka Miller. To keep up with the show and find transcripts, make sure to follow us on our Twitter at @IR31Pod and on tumblr at @IncidentReport31. To contact us with any questions or concerns, feel free to email us at [email protected]. Thanks so much for listening!

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yesss the letter format 💝💓💘💖💞💕💖💞💓 (lovely anon)

my dearest aria (a hamilton reference lmao),

i’m home alone (bc i wanted the house alone to get my head together after my brothers were mean to me 🙃) and i’m so hype LMAO but i’m watching chloe x halle’s tiny desk concert and honestly just vibing. (this is so random) besides zendaya like they are my badass black women role models. my one accomplishment would be to learn to body roll like them LMAO

oh nevermind i can’t have anything nice, my dad just came home 🙃 WHAT A WAY TO START OFF THIS ASK WTFFF

i’m liking tfatws, the second episode was veryyy intense imo but WANDAVISION IS SO GOOD😭 i knew it was going to be my favorite from the really old trailer but it’s really good and i promise it’s not just sitcoms, girl especially cuz you’ll have all the episodes already out- we were having to wait every week😭 BUT ITS SO GOOD I PROMISE HDJSHDJSH lmao reading this i was like “i- the episodes aren’t an hour long” but i feel that, it’s hard for me to watch tfatws bc they are an hour long and i’m like 😐 but wandavision episodes are less than 30mins bc I KID YOU NOT they have the damn 10 MINUTE CREDITS DHDJSJ no i don’t think we’ve talked about this b4 lol but it all depends on the series for me. i binged love island uk in less than a week bc i was so invested and LITERALLY LOVE IT but uh those episodes are like an hour and a half, but say i was binging tfatws (it’s so hard to type that ohmigosh) i honestly would not be able to do it bc of the intensity (you may be like what intensity but if you’ve seen episode 2 by the time you’re reading this.......... isaiah and the scene afterwards is all i have to say, esp me being black it was so tough :/)

girl you’re fine, as long as you’ve experienced it once hahaha i think the reason why it’s so important to my family (this letter feels so personal and extreme HSJSJA IM SORRY) is bc my grandmother loved it and in my family i guess it’s just important to us lol like my mom and dad love it too and we have the literal VHS tapes LMAO, but it only came up recently cuz my youngest brother was watching lion guard HAHA and he wanted to see the originals :) and fun fact (unless you already know) but there’s a lion king part 2 and 1 1/2 and i have all three ON VHS HAHAHA but i love lion king 1 duh (the og) but part two’s music and love story..... is so good. anyway. 🦁

I WAS THINKING THE SAME THING DURING THE WHOLE MOVIE THEATER ENCOUNTER THING HAHAHA AND WHEN SHE WAS SAYING AWKWARD I WAS LIKE WTF THE NOISE LMAOOOO i don’t think there’s a better way to describe that whole situation than ZKDHDJSHAJAJSHDJSNAHA. yeah. yeaaaa at the cinemas (i like the word cinema more than movies 🥰) here they have chips (fries), some have ice cream, nachos, drinks, hot dogs, the cinema we were at had pretzels and like BURGERS I WAS LIKE HUH OKAY and ya know obviously popcorn but i don’t know why the theaters (or cinemas) here do that, it started a long time ago though like yearsssss

PLEASE i have the longest movie watchlist and uhh haven’t seen any of them JDJSKA (istg i use HSJSSKSH as a period - like . ) i’m still hype for cherry but very hesitant (idk if i can handle it) but i’m thinking about watching it in the next couple of weeks? i know it’ll take me forever bc i’m gonna have to keep pausing and shit but idk. i’ve asked around for very specific trigger warnings and time stamps so i REALLY know what’s coming (even if it spoiled the film a bit for me) but i do really wanna see it (i think? writing this now i’m not so sure lol) so whooooooo really knows lol, but chaos walking YES i was really excited about it :))) and about my friend uhh dude you don’t sound mean at all i was literally thinking the same thing but worse HAAKL idk what she was there for???? she bought my ticket tho so 💁🏾‍♀️ whatever

“SIMS ahh, BUNK BEDS ahh” had me cracking up lmao and you know my sims status JAJAHHAJ but i’m gonna become like you, saving every 5 minutes 😭 but that’s exactly what happened to me, i really didn’t know whether to shut it off or not but after 2 hours i was heartbroken lol i’m literally making a list of things i need to redo that wasn’t saved lmao

CAN I JUST SAY UR A MASTERMIND THOUGH??? UR SIMS GAME SOUNDS SO *chefs kiss* IM CRINE university is PAINFULLY long and LITERALLY I FEEEL THAT like you can’t do anything else without failing, i had my sim go to a party once for like a few hours and i felt so dumb afterwards like urgh he should’ve been studying LMAOO just cracking down on work honestly. UR NEIGHBOR!AU IN THE SIMS PLEASEEE i am very much in love with it, yes. (pouring rain has just suddenly begun where i am rn wow ok) i love that you put them on the same lot, that was really really smart and i love that ur living out your sexuality in the sims😭 i was abt to say “now you can say you’ve got experience bc of the sims” but ANYWAY IGNORE ME fhdhs THE ALIEN BABY DHSJSK i hope it’s not a dealbreaker for enisa. that’d be tragic. IM BACK IN UPPERCASE THO BC YES MAKING OUT IN THE SIMS IS SO HOT TO ME??? I THOUGHT I WAS THE ONLY ONE STFU OH MY GOSH- all the stuff, whispering sweet nothings, and the making out, and JUST ALL OF IT!!! AM I TOUCH STARVED????? there was this time i made my sim just continue to woohoo bc it was turning me on big time. ANYWAY

half way through that i had to go to my grandmothers house (not the one that likes lion king, but uh hmm idk if you remember but i was talking abt my shit family so yeah that grandmother lol) so now i’m finishing this 🥴 and instead of chloe x halle i’m watching a tom interview lmao & if this takes me longer than 30 minutes.... imma cry

I REALLY WANNA ASK- IS IT BC UR GERMAN LIKE YOU CAN JUST WRITE OUT THAT LONG ASS WORD???? i mean i can’t write out supercalafrag- anyway, but that word is a bit nonsense, UR WORD IS A REAL WORD DUDE HDJSHS i love how ur like “maybe i mixed up these words” YEA OK.

lol i had to google what are waveformers lol (lol makes a comeback) and they look like curlers that you would sleep in (here we would call them curlers or uhm i forgot uhhhhhhh rollers i think) but ur fine when am i ever making sense?? i think the best part about these is the chaos yet we understand what the other means 😌

H20 H20 H20 OH MY GOODNESS SHE BROUGHT UP H20 OK MY LIFE WAS H20🥲 I HAVE THEIR LOCKET NECKLACE AND (short storytime) when i was younger i thought they were american despite their accents (idk i was dumb) but then i figured they weren’t when lewis went to go study in america HAHAH ALSO FAVORITE COUPLE CLEO AND LEWIS UGH WATCH ME REWATCH THE SHOW NOW THANKS (also i hated elizabeth so much) but anyway back on topic, when lewis went to go study in the US i looked up where the show took place and all that good stuff and i found out they were australian HAHAH and that started my obsession with accents LMAO the uk :’)) (i’m proofreading AND AUSTRALIA IS NOT A PART OF THE UK LMAOO IM SOO DHSJSSHS) also it is now one of my many goals (besides the body roll HAHAH) to go to mako island (that’s what it’s called right??)

about music, i googled stormzy and i might listen to a song of his.. LOL I WANNA GIVE IT A TRY IMMA DO IT FOR YOU NFDVSFSG lmaoo the german rapper had me cackling (autocorrect once again being helpful and said raper and i’m like nOO) i mean we all have that one person. can’t lie, won’t lie. my one (IM SORRY BUT AUTOCORRECT HAD “MY ONE TRUE ACCOMPLISHMENT” SITTING AND READY HDJSJA I DONT EVEN TYPE THAT wHAT) person out of my white soft boy with brown hair and brown eyes type would beeeee pete davidson. love me some petey. i was gonna say rex orange county as well lmao but i don’t really loveeee him i’m just in love with his music... and wanna be friends with him..... so 👉🏾👈🏾 (i never do that fdshsh)

oh my goodness, i love tattoos too- GASP what are you thinking of getting 🥺 i want tattoos too but i’m too indecisive to figure out what to have & where. especially in my family... idk they aren’t frowned upon but my mom’s not applauding the thought lol, if i got one it would have to be meaningful but i am absolutely in love with (for example) ariana grande’s finger tattoos !! they’re so cute and simple :’) i don’t even know if i can get tattoos? my skin is... interesting. not in a bad way!! just like.... idk how to explain it??? keyloids run in the family & i got a piercing once and it got infected soo :/ the doctor also confirmed that if i wanted tattoos they couldn’t be in color so LMAO

ONCE AGAIN THIS WHOLE THING FEELS SO TMI DHSHSSJ IM LIKE OHMIGOSH SHUT UP SHE DOESNT CARE JESJSKS

in regards to you not sleeping, i wanted to mention that dumb bird, what was the reason it was up so early aT 4AM???? SIR WHO YOU CALLING TO??? also it’s 11:30pm and idk why i’m tired???

yeah i was never SUPER into justin so i don’t know exactly what albums you’re talking about lol, i do know yummy though.. but everyone did hahaha also i listen to so much pop 🙈 i mean maybe... idk what would count as pop and what wouldn’t. that new person feeling though.. i get that. it’s like who is this new person..? i kinda feel like that with taylor swift (i was never THAT into her either though so it’s like oh wait i didn’t know you from the beginning instead of hello old friend but you’re different lol)

about the concerts, thanks 🥰🥰 that’s so sweet what you did for your mom too, it’s nice seeing them so happy like 🥲 awh AND GLEE IS AND WAS MY LIFE FOR A V V LONG TIME, i’ve been meaning to rewatch it for the longest time lmaooo but i’m just so lazy and it’s such a commitment... i’ll have to get emotionally involved again and idk if i want that rn. but i have a friend on instagram and she runs a glee fan account and it’s such a big part of her life i really don’t think i could ever be THAT obsessed with something. like another one of my friends loves tom holland so much that she changed her mom’s name in her phone to what tom’s mom’s name is in his phone (that was confusing lol) and obviously i’m not judging them AT ALL, it just couldn’t be me lol

CONCERTS LOOK LIKE SO MUCH FUN 😩😩 LIKE THE EXPERIENCE AND THE FEELINGGG URGHSJS i wanna see a few people live like ari and chloe x halle and- hmm.... idk who else FJDSJ rex orange county i guess huh anyway, the experience just sounds so amazing and the atmosphere is just ✨✨✨ yeah

aria do it do it do it do it do it- watch hamilton!! but with subtitles bc you won’t catch half of the things they’re saying without them LMAO (me and my family watched it and they all didn’t like it bc they didn’t know what was happening lol) BUT DONT WATCH IT AT 4AM LMAO ITS LITERALLY 3 HOURS LONG

yes!! superior peter fics 🥺🥺🥺🥺 and it just shows how much of an incredible writer AND PERSON you are through your fics that you can turn a blurb into 2k....... like what.

LMAO the annoying thing, sometimes i feel like i’m bothering people (like right now HAHAH) but i think it’s my antisocial side being like yeaa no one wants to talk to you like you wanna talk to them :’) idk it’s strange!! sometimes i get really ✨insecure✨ and overthink everything LOL like is this too long, im talking too much, i’m swearing too much, oh lord i’m a pain, all that good shit lmao so that’s fun:))

ALSO YOUR BLOG IS SO FUN TO ME HAHAK LIKE ITS JUST YOUR OWN AND I LOVE THAT!!! like you talk about everything and anything on here lol,, and i say that bc what you said lmao how if i was someone else i would want to fuck me so bad😭 i honestly don’t understand how i don’t have people lining up though..... but if no one’s gonna tell you... then you tell yourself, period (and sometimes telling yourself is fucking yourself HSHAJKS OK NEXT)

ohmigosh the realization you had that you graduated last year and are going to uni this year🤧 but the fact that you had a teacher who LEFT THE GROUP CHAT bc she was mad at y’all i- 😭 but yeah about your maths (i always wondered why you guys call it maths and the US calls it math. like i know so many people out of the states, not just in the uk that say maths) teacher- i saw this post that said online school is looking a lot like dora the explorer😭😭 “you have any questions?” 🦗 “okay bye then” lmao and please i love when tests have nothing to do with what you studied like ??? thanks? sometimes i get scared that my teacher will somehow find out that i googled everything? or like my answer is too close to the answer sheet or something. i get sooo nervous lol but i’m already past that point of not being able to do anything myself DHJS i mean i’m still learning like i said!! read the question, read the answer. boom. now i know the answer to the question and i learned!

THANKS 🙈🥰🤧 idk how else to explain my feelings LMAO i feel it’s cool that you find my dance lessons and voice lessons cool so thanks :’)

oh god not headache season 😭😭 allergies are the worst like it’s not even funny. is headache season just when the seasons are changing or is it like... all throughout the summer? cuz i love the summer lmaoo i love the winter too but i just love wearing as little clothes as possible LMAO

GIRL IF THAT BIRD DONT STOP CHIRPING- i am 100% convinced that it is the same bird trying to give you headaches and no sleep and it needs to stfu 😤 and pLEASE ur theme is adorable and pretty and cute but also it just feels like you? idk if i’m explaining this right or if it’s bc i’ve been talking to you for a bit but it’s cute but not innocent in a way that i’m surprised that you write smut and- yeah, that didn’t make sense!! but ur new theme is gonna look pretty too and as long as you like it, it’ll be amazing🥰

yessssss the fact that megan is gonna be ur pfp YES JUST YES

edit: ok i just need to 🥺😭 sometimes u make me wanna cry cuz i feel like you’re just a kind person. i truly mean this, the fact that you celebrate yours & others stretch marks makes me so 🥺🥺🥺 i honestly don’t know anyone who has said they want need more stretch marks and it’s just all very lovely to me :’)) OKAY IMMA STOP BEING SAPPY

#yes my fake tags are back #by popular demand #aka me #and look i have actual tags this time! #i’m seriously craving water ice rn....... huh #but it’s past midnight and i fr fr want a snack #aw man #i wrote that last paragraph while doing my tags yes #and i hope you become responsible for that anon’s orgasm #assuming they had one #and i saw your response to the tom thing and yeaa when they only look like that for something and it’s like aw bae be yourself #i’m gonna shut up now and find a snack but goodnight!! morning?? IDK #IF THESE TAGS END UP AS ACTUAL TAGS I AM SO SORRY HAHAHA #alright proofreading done and i’m gonna go eat cereal

okay i‘m on my way to a driving lesson rn and afterwards i have a zoom uni thing, and then another uni thing lmao. but hopefully i can reply to this in between because i‘ve been dying to talk to you since i got this ask dldjds💘💘💘 (i really like this heart. i had a 💖 phase for a while and now it‘s 💘 (seems like a very romantic heart but.... it is what it is idk dkddj)

^okay that was literally all i wrote before my lesson lmfao. just had the worst driving lesson ever dbdvsnylkxsksj i think i‘ve gotten too used to being good at driving and now i‘ve gotten too cocky with it 🥴 anyway i‘ve had such a stressful day and overall week but tbh i‘m already feeling better bc i can (indirectly) talk to you <333

omg i went to chloe or halle (i don‘t remember who out of the two)‘s instagram the other day and found out that they are not twins alejeleksjsksj but yes oh my god their voices are literally angelic and i can‘t wait to see Halle as Ariel (Arielle??)🥰 and omg it‘s literally 2021 and we‘ve only had......... one(?) black Disney Princess like it‘s about fucking time (I might be forgetting someone, I‘m not too familiar with the new Disney films, but as far as I remember there‘s only Tiana right? (who is literally a frog for 3/4 of the film 😭😭) so yes i‘m here for it too😌😌😌 (obviously she‘s not a cartoon like tiana ekdlek but she‘s a disney princess you know what i mean ddkjdh)

pfkejdj i‘m already overwhelmed with my parents i can‘t imagine having siblings too 😭😭 (sometimes i wish i had siblings but then other times (like after reading what you wrote dksjj) i‘m glad that i‘m an only child lmao like your brothers being mean to you and i remember when you cried and he was just like 👁👄👁 ok. like i’m totally okay being an only child sksjsj———and he doesn‘t listen to music 🤧🤧🤧 (although i guess that‘s good for you because at least he can‘t annoy you by listening to loud music that you hate dmdn)

okay okay i might watch wandavision then??? I‘ll definitely let you know!!! and yes omg i‘m loving tfatws (that really is so fucking hard to type omg) but same i totally get what you mean, i‘m not used to watching action series at all and every episode so far has been like a little movie so i‘m glad that i didn‘t wait until it was all out cause there’s no way i could binge watch that lol) and yes last episode was really intense. i‘m glad that marvel are talking about racism because (from what i‘ve seen) they haven‘t been the best in that department, and i‘m really curious to see what they‘ll do in the next episodes (curious isn‘t the right word but excited isn‘t the right wort either, like i‘m excited but in a neutral way ? i‘ll shut up dslsksj i hate that german has so many words that you cant translate because theres a really good german word that describes how i’m feeling but i cant think of a good translation ugh)

okay i absolutely need to watch lion king (and part 2 and 1/ 1/2 dksksj) AND hamilton, i might even do it soon 👀

BURGERS AT THE CINEMA? EBEEISNDBEKSK i‘ll come to the US just to go and watch a movie lmaooo, i think all the popcorn sizes and drinks are bigger as well, i‘ll come and watch chaos walking with you 😌😌 does next week work?

and yeah i‘ve seen posts with specific time stamps and trigger warning for cherry too so if you haven’t looked on tumblr yet i’ve def seen some! (but ive also seen some on twitter and yeah- i mean idk youve probably looked on tumblr but yeah- then there’s also imdb which doesn’t have time stamps i believe but quite specific warnings, mostly without spoilers!)

Tbh i don‘t think i would have even considered watching cherry if tom wasn‘t in it... (i’m personally fine with most of the triggering topics/things like for some reason i’m just stoic when i’m watching the most tragic films ever dldldldlbut the plot just... idk if it‘s for me you know? just entertainment wise?).... and even with tom in it i‘m unsure skeldls, i‘d totally get if you decide not to watch it but let me know if you do i‘d want to hear your thoughts! <3

SKSLSJJ my sims both finally graduated!! i think i played sometime last week, and i literally got the achievement/notification that i‘d been playing with this household for 24hours.... and that was BEFORE they graduated dldjdldkdksjjs

oh no my tumblr broke and three paragraphs of me talking about sims were deleted 😭😭😭

WAIT NO I TOOK SCREENSHOTSSKSK because i couldn’t press save so i knew they might be gone okay okay okay i‘m a genius

*move out

oh no idk if the quality is too bad to read... idk how good your eyes are dkdkdjjd (also sometimes it will be really bad quality for some but not for others so i hope that the you can see the pics in a normal/good quality)

Okay let me continue

OMG THE ROMANTIC AND SEXUAL STUFF IS THE BEST PART ABOUT THE SIMS DIDLDKJIkdkj i kind of miss how in the sims 3 they would be making out basically lying on top of each other if they were on a bed— but in sims 4 when they‘re sitting next to each other and everything that‘s definitely hot too 😌😭 or with hot tubs dkdkdk how one sim climbs on the other sim‘s lap before they woohoo (i used to make them skinny dip in the hot tub and then make out and woohoo so they’re like naked on top of each other even if you can‘t see anything- en e waysss)

Dkdkdkdj so @ Rindfleischet.. blah bla. so it‘s basically just loads of individual words put together/connected and that‘s a really big part of german. so yesterday i had an online Einführungsveranstaltung for uni (like it was a zoom meeting where they just talked about general stuff about the uni and i was really anxious before, idk why, but it turned out absolutely fine so) and that words consists of the two words Einführung (introduction) and Veranstaltung (event) which are also two individual words but you can make a new word (Einführungsveranstaltung, so in english that‘s basically “introduction event“ lmao) by combining those two words. there are obviously some rules like you can‘t just combine random words in a random order but you can basically make infinite words (technically). for example (i feel like i‘m teaching a class just skip this if you don’t care 🙃🙃🙃djdjdkdlns)

for example i could say Einführungsveranstaltungsteilnehmer (which is not underlined with red by tumblr because it is a grammatically correct compound word (i think that‘s what they‘re called?)) which is the words introduction + event + participant, so that word just means “participant of an introductory event“ but instead it‘s one word? i hope that makes sense? dkdkkdksks i mean it makes sense in german but idk if it makes sense to you cause idk if i‘m explaining it very well lmao,

(I just deleted a really really long paragraph that i wrote about gender in the german language and grammar, you‘re welcome slsksksj)

my capacity to think has now been used up for the week 🥴🥴🥴 i absolutely do not blame you if you just skipped over that part or can‘t be bothered to (re)read my awful explanation edkflsksjdjdj (again, i had double the amount of words but i just deleted it dkdkdlslsl but what‘s left lf my german lesson is probably confusing enough already😭i‘m sorry🥴)

so to answer your question LEJDKSKJ: it‘s really common to have long words in german, words that are just word+ word+ word + word made into one long word. obv rindfleischetikettierung..... is a very extreme example and it‘s normally just 2-4 words made into one! So yup i think that comes mostly from german and talking german and growing up here and going to school here and everything dmdfnsksx

i think the best part about these is the chaos yet we understand what the other means 😌— YES. YES. Yes. I love that about us 😌😌🥰🥰/ I love us. Yes.

okay but your friend changing her mom‘s name into tom‘s mum‘s name (was that right? Dkdkdjh)—— so Justin Bieber once posted something where you could see that his Dad‘s number was saved as „Daddy Cakes“ (which, thinking back, sounds very weird ekejjej) and till this day I have my Dad’s contact name as Tata (which is serbian for Dad lmao), “Tata🍰“ in my phone because of it 😭😭😭😭🙃🙃🙃 it‘s not because of justin anymore like i‘ve just gotten used to it by now but at first i did it because of justin lol........ but nowadays i don‘t think i‘m THAT type of fan of anyone- like you know how people have fandom names (Justin‘s fans are the Beliebers, One Direction fans are Directioners (writing that hurt my soul💔💔💔)) and I wouldn‘t consider myself a fan of anyone like that. like even with tom i wouldn‘t call myself........ does tom even have a name for his fans??? Well if he does, I wouldn‘t call myself that. Like i used to be such a hardcore stan for any celebrity that i liked and now it‘s just... okay, i like em. (She says on her blog where she writes fan fiction about Tom Holland — WJDJEJDKELSKSKKSNSNDXB🙃🙃🙃🙃🙃🙃🙃🙃🙃🙃🙃🙃)

Omg rex orange county!!!!!! I don‘t know that many songs like I‘ve only listened to the album pony, but i love it 💘💘💘💘💘💘💘💘

thanks again for what you said about my fics/writing I‘m🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

Pete Davidson Pete Davidson Pete Davidson I‘m-🥰🥰🥰🥰 and I can‘t explain why. But as blissfulparker said the other day (i don‘t want to tag her and make her read through all of this lolll) “I like my men when they look like they are on the brink of death 😍“ (or something along the lines of that) eskkejs okay pete isn‘t that bad, he looks quite good on some days but other days you‘re like... is this man alive? Like i don‘t want to be mean I love Pete so much The King of Staten Island is literally my favourite film ever (although it‘s not my #1 because of how he looks, but i mean he does look good) VUT ALSO

(Okay i was gonna look for a terrible picture of him but he really doesn‘t look as bad as people say??? like. i think he‘s hot. can‘t necessarily explain why. so that‘s that on that.)

i‘m not going chronologically right now (i just keep scrolling up to your ask and replying to whatever i see first sksksksh) so i might miss a thing or two that you said

Okay Stormzy, you really really don‘t have to dkdkdjd like i think you said you don‘t really listen to rap, and uk rap is a whole nother thing from us rap because of the accent i feel like??? (That sentence did not make sense) BUT if you‘re looking for a few songs that aren‘t like RAP rap, then I‘d recommend One Second (feat HER), Superheroes, Own it (which you might know?), ummm maybe the song Lessons?, he has a ton of Lion King references by the way dkdjdj for example in Rachael‘s Little Brother but that‘s like more RAP again if you know what I mean?😭 and it‘s also like 5 Minutes long and tbh i only started liking that song a year after that album came out lmao but Rachael‘s Little Brother is possibly my fav Stormzy song, then there is Shut Up which you absolutely need to listen to just for fun dldjdjd like it‘s just pure fun and also a little funny lmao, especially if you‘re not British (i imagine so at least) cause he‘s like shuTTTT up idk dldkdjdldkjdhdhfjfbfldlsksksks

Vossi Bop is one of his classics, and then maybeee - ok so there‘s Blinded By Your Grace Pt. 2 lmaoobdjsj it‘s very (Christian/) religious but i like it a lot even though i‘m not really Christian (at least not practicing or anything) so idk about your views on religion but i do like the song a lot just by like the sound lmao

Okay so again you absolutely DO NOT have to listen to any, especially not for me dlskdj but I really do recommend the songs Superheroes, One Second and Rachael‘s Little Brother (and all the other ones i mentioned but if you don‘t listen to a lot of his songs you should at least give these three a try <3333) also let me know some of your songs? 🥺 like i dont care who they‘re by but i‘d love to listen to some that you like and Recommend 🥰🥰🥰

Okay so skdjdjdjddhhddhdhjsk... I used to watch all of my series in German (like H2O) bc obviously they were on german tv so they were german- and i knew that most of these actors i saw on tv were american and i was always SO fascinated that they all learned german for this show??? Like I actually thought they were the people‘s real voices and that these English and American actors were learning german so they could re-record the whole ass show and do everything in german dkdkdldjdjjd... i swear I thought that until I was like 14 omg. And then the first time that I watched H2O in the original version i was sooo confused about their accents because to me all actors who spoke english were American?? I mean MOST of those shows are American so I wasn‘t completely off but yeah i was definitely caught off guard when I heard all of their Australian accents for the first time 💀💀😭😭😭

@ math vs maths, math actually makes more sense in my opinion. like you have the word mathematics, then the abbreviation would obviously be math... why would English people randomly add the s from the end??? Or maybe it makes more sense after all because it‘s like plural??? Now I‘m unsure dkdkdkdj but i do say maths because that‘s how i was taught to say it and i hear the word maths more than math but yeah dldkdjs i think math might even make more sense (okay i just tried saying math and maths is easier to pronounce but again tjat might just be me, oh god i‘ll stop talking about that disgusting thing (mathematics).)

not the crickets and dora LMAOOOSNSNSMDNBS yeah that teacher was... a lot. a lot a lot a lot didjjd but she kinda liked me so she always gave me good grades/marks but the people she didn‘t like..... ooft. OOF.

Fksksjsj idek about headache season like i just know that i get headaches from the sun and i‘m allergic to only one.. type of...pollen??? (I don’t understand the science of that whole pollen thing and idek if it’s called pollen in english i just know sex pollen from fan fics😔)and yeah we have this weird wind that makes a lot of people get headaches yeahd dkdkdj. i loved the i just love wearing as little clothes as possible LMAO lllioool i love that i really do. i always struggle so much in the summer cause i never have anything to wear. i feel like i buy so many new summer clothes every year but when i end up looking for an outfit i don‘t ever find anything 😭 (so i just go naked— lmao jk jk) but i‘m generally not the biggest fan of summer so-

OMG THIS FUCKING BIRD ISTG, okay the first time i heard it i went to sleep at like 5 am, so the next day i was like let me go to bed earlier so the bird doesn‘t keep me up, so i went to bed at 4 am (🥲) and THE BIRD JUST STARTED FUCKING CHIRPING SO LOUDLY, so the next day i went to bed at 3 am AND IT FUCKING STARTED AT 3 AM and it‘s still there 😁 every. night.

and since you said you‘ve gotten used to my theme and everything (idk where this transition came from😭) so tomorrow (2nd april) we have our... wait what‘s an anniversary but for a month.? I think month is like mensus in latin OK NO THATS DEF WRONG DKDKDJ wait

So Tomorrow is our... mensiversary💘💘💘💘💘💘 or at least from the first time you sent an ask. i couldn‘t find it on my tumblr anymore because tumblr is a bit of a bitch but i remember the first thing you ever sent (in an ask) was something lovely about my writing and i always take screenshots of stuff like that, and i found it in my gallery. and i took that screenshot of your ask on the 2nd of march so i‘m assuming that‘s when you sent it 🥰🥰 i feel like i‘ve known you for a week not a month like how is it a month already????? (i mean this in a good way lmao but i really can’t believe that its been a month wtf)

omg no you make me want to cry because i just love you so much 😭😭🥺 but about the stretch mark thing it‘s just.. it‘s not even me trying to empower other women (or anyone else who has stretch marks) to shake off these dumb insecurities that the patriarchy and capitalism have instilled in us— ok no it‘s definitely that too lmao. But i mean I‘ve always loved stretch marks, i‘ve just always loved loved loved them so much so it makes me genuinely sad that people don‘t like them. so yeah. i dont really know how to explain it lol, like i‘m not (only) hoping that people realise that hating your stretch marks is giving the men and the patriarchy what they want per se- (that made no sense) it‘s just because i love stretch marks and think they‘re beautiful and also sexy. idk dldkdjls and omg the fact that you called me kind 🥺🥺🥺 like i don‘t really have a goal in life or anything, but if i had to choose a ‘goal‘ in life it would just be to be kind. (i‘ll end this here otherwise i‘m gonna talk about being kind for 30 more lines—)

And please. Do not ever feel like you‘re annoying me or sending too much. never ever ever. I get so happy when i see that you‘ve sent me an ask. No matter if it‘s a long one like this or just a short one where you‘re saying something about a post that i reblogged or something. I love hearing from/about you and talking to you 💘💘💘💘💘💘💘💘

P.S: i‘m so sorry for the tags you‘re about to read they make even less sense than this post, also i reached the tag limit dkdkdj but i said some butterfly tattoos look tacky... and the next thing i said was since we‘re already speaking about Ariana- I DID NOT MEAN THAT SHE WAS TACKY dldkdjsj, i meant since you already mentioned some of her tattoos lmao

#lovely anon #<3 #ALSO I LOVE YOUR TAGS SM DKDJDKDL #i definitely (accidentally) didn‘t say something about every single thing you said #but this is so long already and i don‘t want to force you to read even more of my shite dldkdjsj #(i dont day shite i say shit but sometimes shite sound funnier)#*say #omg its too mate to speak english what i meant was i‘m sire i forgot to adress some of the things you said but i tried my best iwjwskb #omg adress (address? lmao) sounds so negative i mean i‘m sure i forgot to reply to some things- also *late not mate loool #omg ignore my whole german lesson i cant believe i actually wrote all of that wtf #but it took me like 20 minutes so i don‘t want to delete it 😭#and omg i hope you got to re do everything that your sims game didnt save and that it all worked out the same #😭#I NEARLY DELETED THIS ASK WITJ MY ANSWER OH MYFUCKING GOD MY FUCKING HEART #also i realised i didnt say anything at all about uni but i dont have any news like that Einführungsveranstaltung (😭) I went to was literall #just about schedules and credits and boring stuff mostly lmao #oh and tattoos!!!! it sucks that you might not be able to get the ones that you want/get any :((((( but hopefully you can at least get some #that arent in colour? 🤞🏼🤞🏼🤞🏼#so my parents aren‘t that supportive either like they most definitely wouldnt pay for it (even though they pay for a lot of my stuff lmao)#but i think in the end they know that i‘m old enough and they can‘t stop me and they‘d accept it one day so they‘re definitely not THAT bad #maybe your parents will change their mind over time? :(#or maybe youll just get one one day and ig theyll have to get used to it lol #so i want a butterfly (thats the only thing that i‘m sure about) and there are a lot of butterfly tattoos that look really tacky #but speaking of her i actually really like ariana‘s butterfly! but idk if i want that much shading- i have a whole album with like 35 photos #of just butterfly tattoos lol- i‘ll stop here tho. ldkdkd #omg im rereading this all and it‘s so messy good luck dkdkkddl #my tags got messed up and idk how to fix it #wait did i reach the tag limit and you cant even see half of these? 😭😭😭#i‘m so confused about these tags why are they not in the correct order? 😭😭😭 ily snd i‘m so sorry for dropping this post on you none of it #none of it makes sense.

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Is that Solaris I see on the cover of Superman/WW Future State? He returns! I am suddenly interested in Future State.

Anonymous said: So, Future State? Not gonna lie, at the very least I'm liking the artist line up. Also, Idk about you, but the designs for Diana and Yara Flor (the Wonder Woman from the Amazon) are the only ones that I'm really liking so far.

Anonymous said: FUUUUUUTUUUUUUURRRRE. state

Anonymous said: Thoughts on DC Future State?

Anonymous said: Thoughts on Future State?

Anonymous said: You’ve probably been asked already but thoughts on Future State?

Anonymous said: So... Future State just kind of showed up and is very mixed.

Anonymous said: Future State Superman has a heroic cop battling a villainous anarchist. Topical.

Anonymous said: On Dc future state announcements???

Anonymous said:So. Future State's been officially revealed. Your thoughts?

‘Future State’ this, ‘Future State’ that! Look, what’re you gonna believe, Jim Lee or your lying eyes?

So this looks...pretty good? Infinitely better than their previous filler stuff like Zero Month/Villains Month/Future’s End/Convergence. And given Jo Mullein is part of this, Bendis isn’t doing these Superman issues, Steve Orlando mentioned on Twitter that he was told to set aspects of this up in Wonder Woman rather than it being allowed to appear apropos of nothing like most of these, and this isn’t built around a *single* all-encompassing tone or hook - along with getting Dan damn Mora to do your main promo images and a bunch of the character designs - I do believe the plan is that this is still going to lead into new ongoing series, just all the last couple of those crossovers I mentioned did. That’s probably where we’ll see Bendis doing Jon, the Zdarsky/Fraction thing, I expect more of Ridley Batman, and maybe one or two others. In any case, nice to see a bunch of fresh talent in the mix and a more diverse lineup both on and off the page, and a lot of these concepts are neat, even if there are as always some turds in the punch bowl. The anthology model being carried forward from the Walmart titles definitely heralds more of the same, whether in the main line or for a continuation of this. And as for the books themselves, I’m gonna take my reactions one by one.

The Next Batman: Obviously I’m down for this.

Dark Detective: Bruce having a specifically defined new role (as do most of the rest of the old guard) is a smart move for making this sustainable. Tamaki’s let me down recently, but Mora, and also if this follows up on Detective #1027 we might see the Black Casebook. Backups definitely look tepid though. I’m probably gonna hold off on making a call until there’s a preview.

Harley Quinn: Pass.

Robin Eternal: ehhhhhhhh

Catwoman: Oh hell yes, V/Schmidt doing a heist.

Nightwing: Nicola Scott doing Nightwing! Andrew Scott wrote a decent little Wonder Woman/Metal Men teamup story in one of the recent anthologies, so I’m up for this.

Batman/Superman: YES. This seems to be a bit of a prequel thing, but who cares, it’s Yang/Oliver doing World’s Finest.

Superman of Metropolis: I’ve only heard of Sean Lewis doing a few indie horror books, but of course I’m curious about the Jon-as-Superman book and the groundwork I expect it lays. His costume works for me, fitting that ‘sleek and futurey’ mandate without actually rocking the boat too much (and its differentiation is a lot more tolerable with Clark still rocking the cape and trunks), and the premise is really interesting - not surprising, as editor Jamie Rich says many of the ideas for the Superman books came from conversations with Grant Morrison. Which is probably why we’re seeing so much Seven Soldiers and DC One Million stuff in here, although bringing back Manhattan Guardian, given his background, and this premise, for this moment, is questionable at best.

Superman vs. Imperious Lex: This is probably going to be the best thing to come out of this whole shebang.

Superman: Worlds of War: Privately I called that Clark would be rocking the Kingdom Come getup in here (with the belt buckle from Man of Tomorrow for some reason?). I did NOT call that he would literally have the God of War sword. I’d be skeptical at best, but PKJ and Rich have both assured they’re not doing a Dark Superman thing with this, and hot damn, Midnighter backup by Becky Cloonan!

Superman/Wonder Woman: I think this is going to turn out to be one of the biggest gems of this entire enterprise. Dan Watters did an absolutely phenomenal short story for the last Batman: Secret Files, and it’s a big teamup against Solaris!

Kara Zor-El, Superwoman: The Bombshells team reunited! Here for it.

Justice League: God, this might be really good or it might be the biggest disappointment of the bunch. Just at the sight of that I want that to be the Justice League from now on, that is an all-timer iconic cover and set of designs to introduce a group of characters, the concept’s really good, and Flash being from another universe is so cool...and the actual book is Williamson/Rocha. Rocha’s a steady hand I trust well enough, but clearly this is where Mora should have been, and you’re really leaving this to Williamson? He has done good comics, but not many. I can only hope he’s basically a placeholder setting up the status quo for a Future State Justice League imprint book same as I think PKJ and Lewis are setting up whatever Bendis is going to do later. Still, I’m not writing this off entirely, Williamson has still done some good comics and this might well be as enjoyable a two-parter as it should be. And in any case, Ram V doing future stuff with the magic characters is a win.

Aquaman: I was going to say no thanks, but the premise is a little interesting, Daniel Sampere is a good hand, and I haven’t seen Brandon Thomas’s work before but at a glance he seems to have tried some ambitious sci-fi work at Image. I’ll call this a maybe.

The Flash: Hahaha, now we’re in the shit of it. Literally there is nothing about this that would indicate it was set in the future if not for the title, a flat regurgitation of the most tired old bullshit, and it’s by a Young Justice writer to boot. Glad to know even in the future the regular Flash book is going to suck.

Teen Titans: Speaking of books we can be assured will always suck

Shazam!: Who could possibly care

Green Lantern: This one I kinda don’t blame for being nothing, Far Sector is the big Green Lantern thing in this period and they’re not gonna fuck with that so they gotta work around the fringes. Hardly sympathetic enough to get me to buy it though.

Suicide Squad: Okay, alt-Earth Flash rules, but you come up with a disabled Flash with a heavily redesigned but still recognizable and extremely rad new look - looking every inch the “Far Sector but for Flash” premise I’ve been calling for - and you put her in this nonsense? And you waste Javier Fernandez here too? I guess Robbie Thompson is passable from what I’ve seen and maybe the whole Earth 3 thing will result in this turning out alright after all, but this feels like a waste, and that’s before you get to the one story here set in the 853rd century being about Black Adam.

Immortal Wonder Woman: Oh shit this one’s gonna rule though.

Legion of Superheroes: So’s this one!

Swamp Thing: This will be excellent too but I don’t care about Swamp Thing.

Wonder Woman: I’m seeing some immediate division on Wonder Woman - some like her new costume and some hate it (I think it’s really busy but like it a lot with the blues highlighted when Mora draws it), and I understand some have problems with a Brazilian Wonder Woman rooted entirely in Greek mythology rather than any sort of indigenous religion (which I am not remotely qualified to weigh in on). I’ll hope for the best, and obviously it’ll be very pretty, but I wasn’t blown away by Jones’ writing when I tried her Catwoman book, and I hope she won’t fall flat on her face regarding representation.

I’d divide this up into

* Basically no chance in hell: Harley Quinn, The Flash, Teen Titans, Shazam!, Green Lantern

* I’d need to hear good word of mouth: Dark Detective, Robins Eternal, Aquaman, Suicide Squad

* Fingers crossed, getting it but it could go either way: Superman of Metropolis, Justice League, Wonder Woman

* Yeah, I’ll grab this one, looks fun: Nightwing, Superman: Worlds of War, Kara Zor-El: Superwoman

* This is going to be really good: The Next Batman, Catwoman, Batman/Superman, Superman vs. Imperious Lex, Superman/Wonder Woman, Immortal Wonder Woman, Legion of Superheroes, and though I’m skipping it, Swamp Thing

A pretty incredible preliminary hit-miss ratio, and along with all I said before, big shoutout to Darran Robinson for across-the-board incredible logo design work. Like the Superman books mixing Morrison and Bendis, Batman is hyper-topical with a black Batman fighting super-cops who hate resistors in masks (whole Bruce can still be part of the fight but has to reckon with not being the guy in front throwing money around and setting terms anymore), Wonder Woman goes for the obvious pun, and JL feels appropriately iconic, while the rest is hit-or-miss as not central to further plans with this setting. I had zero expectations of this as anything other than Future’s End 2.0 with a couple leading into the not-5G imprint, but while I think that’s still the same basic endgame, for the most part it feels like they’re really trying with this one and I’ve got a good feeling about it.

#DC: Future State #DC 5G #DC Comics #Opinion

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ch4o7ix · 3 years

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He will come back

Notes: ok so, this took me some time, and i'm really sorry for any grammar mistakes, but this time i translated every single word personally, so i'm sure it will be a little better to read

Synopsis: Clark left after the Pathfinder Air Race ended. Sam can't believe that his brother is gone, but he is sure that Clark will come back to him. He has to.

Loneliness wasn’t a feeling well know by Sam Ibrahim.

The hollow on his chest and the constant feeling of unsatisfaction were way more frequent and easily recognized than the strange sensation that he was feeling at the moment.

While he read the letter, in his brother’s empty room, Sam started to ask himself why he felt like he had lost something important in his life. Why his tiny and rotten heart only seemed to break more and more at every word read? Why the emptiness of that room made him feel this uneasy? Why the first time that his brother cleaned his room was exactly on the day that he left him?

The paper in his hand started to get wet, and Sam was surprised to see that he was crying.

He never cried. So why now?

Kneading the letter and tossing it in the trash, he left the room and locked the door. It was better to deny the obvious than have to deal with something as unstable as feelings and emotions.

If Clark really wanted to play around, being a pilot with his dear friend Lewis, then whatever. The ex-prince had other things to get done, and his rebellious and coward brother wouldn’t stop him from having his money back.

“He will come back.”, he said, wiping his tears with the back of his hands. “He wouldn’t survive that long without me to help him.”

Even with all his conviction and willingness to believe in this, Sam heard this vaguely familiar voice, telling him that maybe this wasn’t true. Maybe this time, he was really gone.

Sam ignored this. It didn’t matter, because he was certain that Clark would come back. He always came.

“And you said that I had my head in the clouds…”, the voice said.

“Shut up.” he waved his hand as if he was trying to scare off an annoying fly. “You don’t know this.”

With the doubt on his chest and this inexplicable feeling of loneliness, he continued his day.

Sometimes, Sam thought about what Clark would say as he accompanied him through the day. He would complain an awful lot, and maybe try to convince his older brother to skip these boring meetings to just play around. Sometimes, the man looked around, a glimpse of messy brown hair strands catching his attention.

The miss that his stupid brother did was ridiculously big. While he tried to focus on what the possible sponsor for his casino was saying, the dark-haired remembered how the other prince would start to get more and more invested in times like this. He could not be an enthusiast like Sam, that loved the satisfaction that his career bought with every contract sealed, but still, the pilot always tried to be present when the topic was the air race. He would always object when something was in the way of his freedom.

“I shouldn’t be surprised. That brat always liked a good fight, even more, if it involved something annoying to him.” he thought, smirking with the memory of the discussions that they used to have when they still lived in the palace.

“... and with everything said, I would like to read the contract one more time since your casino will require a lot of legal actions, and I have to make sure that this isn’t something that can put my reputation at risk.”, the old man finished his monologue, arching his eyebrows to his future business partner. Sam nodded and left his lawyer to deal with the man, stretching and then leaving the place, ready to go home.

As soon as he entered his Uber, Sam felt tiredness crash over his body, with a headache at his door. God, his days were always that long? It was like all the energy of his body was drained little by little, until there was nothing left. Maybe it was because he lived a long time only worried about how to maintain his wealth and habits. He was known when the Pathfinder Air Race was being run by him. Getting sponsors was as easy as making a child cry.

When he got to his apartment, Sam took a long bath. He ate alone. It was strange. He never was really alone. Even when Clark slept at someone else’s place, he never felt alone. Strange.

His mind didn’t stop there. The man was sure that he wouldn’t be able to sleep that night. His thoughts were as fast as the planes that he watched in the sky, trying to get to the finish line. They were inconsistent, confusing, and he never really knew what they meant. He only knew that they always came back to his brother. They always tried to make him remember how light his aura was, how relaxed and happy his presence makes him feel.

He missed him.

He missed Clark.

He missed the moments when they would end fighting over something stupid, missed the jokes, the discussions, damn, even his not so terrible food.

They never spent a lot of time apart, and this whole day just felt so unreal, so long. This situation was absurd.

If these damn con men didn’t appear to ruin his relationship with the only person that had hope in him, maybe they could still have these bonding moments. Maybe things would be better if he was more careful. Maybe Clark could finally feel true happiness flying if they had more time to talk about this.

So many maybes passed through his mind until his eyes started to be too heavy to be open.

While he traveled to what could be a night of dreams, he heard that voice again, the voice that just didn’t believe that his maybes weren’t true, the voice that could only point all the chances that he had to fix who he was and what made his little brother so unhappy. This voice sounded a lot like said brother.

“Maybe all of this would happen anyways. Even without anyone interfering.”

Stupid. Sam couldn’t see why Clark wouldn’t want to live with him. He gave him everything that he possibly wanted. That’s why he would come back. He always came back.

“If you want to believe in this…”, Clark said. This was a lost battle. But not a lost war.

“You are going to come back. I know that you…”, Sam whispered, too tired to finish his sentence.

With this, he slept. And the next morning, the morning after this, and the after this, would make him more used to the loneliness that he felt.

#sam ibrahim #clark ibrahim #ibrahim brothers #grepe #great pretender #great pretender anime #this took some time #a fanfic about sam dealing with the loneliness #and realizing that he isn't the center of the universe #maybe not

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himbowelsh · 4 years

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Valentine's day alphabet for Lewis Nixon, pretty please! I love your writing! :)

valentines day alphabet ( accepting! )

A : AFFECTION. how does your muse show affection?

Gifts. When it’s someone he cares deeply for, he’ll shower them with gifts. He’s just that sort of person, and it’s his way of giving back to people who choose to stick with him. When it gets too much, he’s got to be told to cut it out. He also enjoys being close to people, even if that doesn’t always translate to cuddling; he likes curling up next to his partner on a couch or in bed, he likes touching his friends casually to show he’s there and he cares. It seems a bit careless, but that’s just his style.

B : BOUQUET. does your muse like flowers? which ones are their favourite?

This man is masterful with the bouquets. He has a really sharp aesthetic eye, and knows exactly what will look good in a certain spot, exactly what’s appropriate for a certain occasion... he doesn’t ask the florist for help, the florist asks him. Nix would never garden by choice, but he’s a bouquet connoisseur.

C : CHOCOLATE. does your muse like chocolate? which one is their favourite?

It’s called a guilty pleasure, leave him alone.

D : DATE. what is your muse’s ideal date? where / who with / etc?

Why must one... do things? Is it not enough to simply spend a night in, maybe in a nice hotel, ordering room service and watching a movie, before passing out next to each other? Honestly, Nix doesn’t need to go places --- he’d prefer a quiet night in, not around people, so long as he and his partner can spend time together.

E : EMBRACE. does your muse like hugs? what are their hugs like?

Honestly, they make him a little uncomfortable. He wasn’t hugged as a child, it does not compute. He’s tricky about physical affection in general, so he definitely won’t be the one to initiate hugs... and honestly, might stand there like a board if he’s the one getting hugged.

F : FLIRT. is your muse good at flirting? how do they flirt?

Oh, he can. He can, he will, and he’s good at it. Nix is a pretty natural flirt; when he bothers to lay on the charm, it can be overwhelming. He’s great at disarming people, and quite shameless when he’s interested in someone.

G : GIFT. is your muse good at gift - giving or do they struggle to get it right?

He’ll literally just hand out money, man. “Here you go, don’t spend it all too fast.” That’s for the people he likes. When it comes to someone he loves, like a partner, Nix is very, very different --- he enjoys spoiling them, even if he doesn’t trust himself to get it right all the time. Jewelry, tickets to shows, new hats, new shoes... the amount of things he showers his partners / best friends with it a little alarming. He’s definitely bought Dick a puppy before. A whole-ass puppy. Dick didn’t even ask for one, Nix just gave it to him, and suddenly, wow, looks like Dick is now a dog owner.

H : HEART. is your muse quick or slow to give their heart away?

He definitely doesn’t make a habit out of it. When it happens, it’s usually unintentional, and he ends up caring more than he ever means to, or knows what to do with. Nix’s heart is a fickle thing. It goes where it wants, he’s got no say in the matter.

I : I LOVE YOU. does your muse find ‘i love you’ easy or hard to say?

Oooooh, buddy. He’s not gonna say it first. He’d never dream of saying it first. He is legitimately terrified that he’ll say it to his partner and not hear it back; he has nightmares about it, and that’s honestly the moment he realizes how much he loves his partner. He’ll probably freeze up the first time he hears it --- just for one telling second, before covering it up with a smirk and a half-serious “aww, love you too”, like it’s nothing. Nix won’t be able to really say it for a long time... and even then, won’t be able to breathe until he hears it back. It’s a big thing for him, and he honestly needs to hear it a lot.

J : JEALOUSY. does your muse get jealous in a relationship?

Yeah, and he’s not even subtle about it. If someone’s monopolizing his partner, he’ll either insert himself into the conversation and completely take it over, or... just take his partner and lead them away. No explanation, nothing, just ‘c’mon, time to go.’

K : KISS. is your muse a good kisser? why / why not?

Nix’s ability to kiss is firmly tied into how much alcohol is in his system at a given time. The drunker he is, the bolder he is... but way sloppier, too, and needier. He’s trying his best, but that might not be a good thing. When he’s sober, he’s a lot more... deliberate about it. He pays more attention to where he puts his hands, cupping his partner’s face and holding them like a precious thing. His sober kisses are almost chaste, not very adventurous, not demanding anything from the other person... but the more comfortable he is in a relationship, the more he’s able to put into a single kiss. Lots of touching (he loves getting his hands in a partner’s hair), breaking apart just long enough to gasp for breath, pulling them into his lap and just... kissing the hell out of them. Nix needs to get lost in a kiss.

L : LOVE. who does your muse love?

He adores his sister Blanche, has a soft spot for his mother that she may or may not return, loves his kid (even if he doesn’t know how to show it), loves his friends, loves Dick to the moon and back... Nix has a big heart, and more love to give than he realizes.

M : MOONLIGHT. is morning or night a more romantic setting?

Nighttime is where it happens, baby! Mostly because he resents getting up before noon.

N : NAUGHTY. what is your muse like in bed?

Naughty’s a very good word for it! Again, this depends on his level of sobriety at the time. When very drunk, he’s been known to just... stop working in the middle of the act, sometimes even passing out. (Let’s just say Kathy had her reasons for that divorce.) A more sober Nix, however, is very attentive. Talk about a tease. He likes to hold, to caress, to feel his partner. Definitely has a few kinks, and is tentatively eager to experiment; he really digs encouragement in bed, which is probably a fun topic for therapy. His hair is a thing, okay --- twist it, pull it, run fingers through it. He loves doing the same to his partner. This man is horrible when it comes to leaving marks in visible spaces, and has basically no shame about it --- one of Nix’s greatest turn-ons would be seeing his partner fully decked out in eveningwear, with a hickey he gave them just visible at their collar. Sometimes does a weird sort of thing in bed where he’s massaging his partner in the middle of the act? Because god forbid they had any tension in their back or shoulders while they’re legit on top of him! He’s quite vocal, murmuring a running commentary the whole way through, but doesn’t get loud until the very end.

O : ODE. does your muse have a way with words?

He’s an eloquent bastard, but 78% of what he says is sardonic. Don’t trust him.

P : PARTNER. what does your muse look for in a partner? looks / personality?

He wants a keen mind, someone who he can have discussions with; someone dynamic, open to new ideas and out-of-the-box thinking, with their own opinions they’re not afraid to express. He’d kind of love a partner he could debate with, honestly... but definitely one he can bounce off of. A person capable of reading between the lines, because he often doesn’t say what he means. Someone who gets his humor --- someone who likes to laugh. A good appreciation of music would be great, especially if his partner was a good singer! And definitely... someone patient.

Q : QUESTION. would your muse ask the big question or expect their partner to?

He’s asked it enough times at this point, with a progressively bigger succession of rings; at the same time, he doesn’t expect anyone will ever ask him, so, what can you do?

R : ROMANCE. is your muse a romantic or a cynic?

Romance is for people who’ve never had their dog stolen by their ex-wife. (He can be super romantic, if the incentive is there --- like, astonishingly romantic, candlelit dinner and bedclothes strewn with roses. He’s got a romantic spirit, but needs a good reason to put that effort in, and the damn right person.)

S : SWEETHEART. did your muse have a childhood sweetheart?

Bold of you to assume he had a childhood. Nah. Nix was raised by a succession of nannies and all-male prep schools. He never really had the chance. He never really dated until college.

T : TRUE LOVE. does your muse believe in true love?

Heh heh... no. No way. That’s a stupid question. Love’s just... it happens for some people, and they’re able to relish it, and thrive in it. For others, it’s distant and difficult and never quite what they want it to be. For some people, it’s right there, but they’re not allowed to seize it. There are lots of different types of love; Nix has known (or dreamed of) them all at one point or another. Nothing about any of them is true. There’s no such thing as ‘meant to be’.

U : UNREQUITED. has your muse had their heart broken?

He’d say no, but Kathy’s divorce definitely took him by surprise. Like... it wasn’t as if he loved her then, he hadn’t loved her for a long time --- hell, maybe he didn’t love her when they married --- but they had an understanding. She swept the rug out from under him, and Nix rushed into a relationship with his English bride to sort of... bounce back from that. That ended in heartbreak too.

V : VALENTINE. how does your muse feel about valentine’s day?

Commercial and stupid, but you bet he’s booking the best seats at the fanciest restaurant in town. It’s what his partner would want, right? (He’d need someone to actively tell him, “no, let’s not, we can stay at home and I’ll be just as happy”, otherwise he feels like he needs to please.)

W : WEDDING. would your muse get married? why / why not?

You’d think he’d have enough of that after Kathy, but... nope, he keeps making the same mistake. Glutton for punishment.

(Marriage is an institution he honestly doesn’t believe in, but he’ll keep trying until somebody proves him wrong. Nix has a certain need to be in a relationship, to be bound to someone else in a way that feels permanent. Deep down, he has the feeling that everyone leaves, especially the people who make the mistake of getting close to him. Putting a ring on it makes things feel more permanent, like they won’t just up and run as soon as things start to get difficult. Nix isn’t afraid of commitment --- he just doesn’t feel like anyone can, or should, commit to him.)

X : XOXO. does your muse use / like pet names?

“Sweetheart” is his big one, and he’ll whip out the occasional “darling”... or “dear”, which is nearly always sarcastic. He’ll sometimes get creative with them, (ex: “Guts 'N Glory here applied for a transfer...”) but never use those more than once --- heaven forbid he become boring.

Y : YOURS. does your muse get protective easily?

Yes, and it’s completely removed from his jealous tendencies. Nix does not like to see the people he cares about threatened under any circumstances. He’s a lover, not a fighter... but he’s a lover with a lot of money, and a big brain he knows how to use. He has the resources at his disposal to publicly obliterate someone, and could find dirt on a saint. Just give Nix a reason. In the moment, he’ll diffuse the situation as best as possible, maybe warning someone off or leading his loved one away. The real show happens after the fact.

Z : ZZZ. how many people has your muse slept with?

Okay... okay. Listen. He went to Yale. He was away from home. He was partying... a good portion of nights. Like, he’s not a womanizer, but he’s been around, okay.

#thank you so much babe!! hope you enjoy ;)#lewis nixon #headcanons #Anonymous

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the-headbop-wraith · 3 years

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3 _ 46 Spaces that Overlay

An assortment of vehicles cycled through Kingsman Mechanics, the most common build being older models – trucks, jeeps, and some van types. In the carport, one attendant spoke with a client and scratched down notes onto a page. In the garage, the court of Kingsman worked elbow deep in grease to get at the errors, erosions, or update the inventory to make carriages and engines roadworthy once more.

Further into the garage, a truck with its hood popped sat stationed over the suspension of a rotary lift. Two cords extended from the casing within the chasse, plunged into a computer. The one utilizing the computer was Arthur, seated in the driver side of the vehicle. A second laptop sat on the dashboard, with a tutorial vid going of diagnostics for Bluetooth in the is more modern model.

This vehicle needed updates, which the owner was not interested – or mystified to the process – of implementing on their own time. It was a light task, along with the routine replacing belts and checking the fuel pump. The truck was a regular brought in, which required more work than the typical checkup due to the high miles it gathered. Sort of like the Mystery Skulls van, but less clutter, and less living in.

Crud, he missed the van. He knew it was in good hands, but driving around with the spare truck just wasn’t the same.

A loose sling hung around Arthur’s shoulder, for resting his left arm when he wasn’t typing or adjusting the parts of the truck guts. The updates tallied off in the truck itself, while Arthur relocated himself to the front grill and checked the computer there. Kingsman Mechanics wasn’t quite prepped for the cutting edge of these specialty models, hence why Arthur had a spare laptop rolling through the specifics for “Bluetooth Updates for Dumbass”. So long as there were no errors in the software updates, they could supply them without concern.

Arthur checked the clock in the corner of the computer screen. Noon shot by without a blink, he kept on top of assignments as they came in. Nothing out of the ordinary, no drama or long-winded diversions to derail some good momentum. The change of pace was so jarring he felt as if there should be some kind of crisis, one of the workers would fly through the garage shrieking,

“The electricity was cut. The city has declared war!”

Some of the wires in the engine appeared scorched at the ends. He’d need to replace those, but first the charge required a review; this might be a malfunction that needed adjusting.

As Arthur was unfrilling the cord for the gauge, a solid and ominous form crept up behind him. “Aye.”

Arthur jolted, whipping around and heaving the device above his head as if to toss or salvage it from certain disaster. When he saw who it was, his muscles melted immediately. “Uncle….”

“Lunch hour came an’ run you by,” grumbled Lance. “You need to take care of that. Now.”

Arthur mumbled under his voice. “I sorta lost track of time. No biggie.”

“Its’a biggie,” Lance grated. “You might do your own thing when you and Vivi are out, but under mah roof you take to this structure. Go take a lunch.”

He didn’t feel the drive to argue about a topic he had no defense for, especially since he was feeling a bit low and running on fumes. “Two minutes. I wanna check the charge on these converters.” Arthur was forced strafed when Lance shouldered him aside.

“Lemme take care of that then. You don’t wanna keep Vivi waiting.” He stole the reader from Arthur’s hand.

“Vivi?” he questioned, quirking an eyebrow.

Lance fussed about how tiny the clips were. “Yuh. Come by, and picked you up somethin’ along the way.”

“Oh boy,” Arthur mused. It was one thing when she took it upon herself to pop by and check in on him, but he was jittery about the company in tow. Not daring to loiter another moment, he mumbled a thanks to his Uncle and claimed the spare laptop from the trucks dashboard. A break in the steady repetition worked in his schedule, since he did need to head up to the workroom for some additional parts, and needed to take a cursory diagnostic of his arm.

The breakroom was bare, aside from spare food cartons and abandoned cups left by some of the mechanics. He eased the door open further, skimming the tables and counters over; intent to perceive any irregularity in the shadows. There was nothing beyond expectation, nothing visible to the trained eye. Just Vivi and the mysterious Mystery, and on the table nearest to her rested a flat box.

“Hey?”

“There’s the man,” Vivi praised, with a grin. “I was in the neighborhood and thought we’d drop by.”

“Sure,” Arthur hummed, distracted. “I was actually gonna head up to the second story. Ya wanna come?” He casually dismissed the way Vivi’s eyes lingered on the sling.

“As long as you’re invitin’. C’mon Mystery, that likely belongs to someone.” Vivi took the back of a chair Mystery bounced up onto, and hauled it back a yard to prevent the dog from reaching an open carton of partially eaten fastfood. “I brought you a pizza.” Vivi claimed the flat box off the table.

“Oh… cool.” Arthur held the breakroom door open for her and Mystery, once more casting a scrutinizing gander to the mess hall. “Been a while since I had a pizza.”

“Hot pockets don’t count.” Vivi quipped. The corridor from the breakroom, opened up into the main service shop. She carried the box one handed, high above, like a waiter delivering precious cargo. She examined the vehicles in the shop, and the mechanics stirring through interiors and engines, the activity rolling through passive. “Has it been busy? It’s hard to tell sometimes.”

“Meh,” Arthur exhaled. He plucked the plugs from his ears and jammed them in his vest pocket. “We have some priority jobs. Then, we have small fry stuff, which the recruit techies handle.” He led their path into the back chamber, shielded from the work floor. Some diverting corridors led off to offices, while a branching stairway inclined to the upper floor. “I’ll put it this way, we’re not behind and we’re not swamped. That smells good.” The aroma of the pizza was swirling around the small party. He took another careful examination of Vivi, when she joined him on the level floor of the second story corridor. Vivi made a face he wasn’t certain of, but didn’t comment.

“Then I hope that means you’ll eat most of it, ‘cause… I’m iffy about sharing this with you.”

They stopped at the entrance to the workroom, Arthur stalled as he sifted through his keys. “Urugh? Why’s that?” He shifted the laptop pinned in the sling, beside his metal arm. He unlocked the door and opened it wide, allowing Vivi into the room first followed by Mystery.

“I question the ingredients on this pizza pie.” Vivi glanced around the small room, avoiding the small table cluttered by papers and magazines. Arthur shuffled over and began clearing the table off. “It’s a surfs up pizza.”

“Heck yeah, love those.” He dumped the laptop on the couch, along with the magazines and some ratty hand drawn sketches.

“Lewis made it for you.”

On this confession, Arthur locked up. “Huh?”

“I’m pretty sure it’s safe.”

“HUH?!?!” This time Arthur scooted back from Vivi, giving the full room a serious examination – his hair and muscles bristled. “He’s… uh, is he… here?”

Vivi set the pizza box down, the unmarked, blank box suddenly incriminating and somewhat sinister. “No,” she assured, looking not very certain herself, “don’t worry—”

“I’m not worried!”

“He’s been keeping a low profile, sort of recharging. Or conserving his energy.” Vivi sat on the couch, across from Arthur and the pizza. “Does that make sense?” She waited on him, even while Arthur stood there gawking as if there was a full-blown face on the pizzas surface, heckling him.

“I… guess? Is he happy?” He edged forward, focus imbedded with the pizza.

“Happy as a cactus on a hot, sunny day. I’ve been giving him some space, in and around the hours I’m not working. And I had to pop by, make sure you are taking care of yourself. You tend to get buried in your work.” She pinned Arthur with a severe glower.

With a dry swallow, Arthur turned his focus back to the culinary tribute. It looked like a normal pizza, aside from the uniform marks of homemade quality. The toppings appeared genuine and fresh – it was damn near impossible to find place that served seafood ingredients, unless it was a specialty restaurant which had them on hand. Namely, not likely a pizza chain. He reached out—

A rolled up magazine bopped his hand. “Hey!”

“You got grease and grime all over your hands.” Viv pointed the magazine at him. “I doubt you’ll taste the pizza through that.”

“Seriously?”

She directed the improvised weapon toward the entrance door. “Clean!”

“Fine!” Arthur marched off and slammed the door.

When left on her own, Vivi turned the magazine weapon onto Mystery. The dog was in the process of creeping up behind the table, ears aimed far forward. “You are not picking off the calamari.” Mystery ducked down and slinked away.

In short time Arthur returned. He gave Vivi a review of his hands, to receive certification that he had done satisfactory work in getting out the grease stains. “I hope it’s not all cold and gooey,” he muttered, as he sat on the couch. The first slice plucked up was lifted aloft and examine under the fluorescent light from above; wavering laces of steam curled off the gooey sauce and toppings. It looked fresh, looked like a perfectly normal, unremarkable pizza. He glanced to the side at Vivi, stroking at Mystery’s neck. And the doggo himself, gazing at him. Resolving his nerves, Arthur took a small bite.

“How is it?”

Arthur’s eyes watered. “This is legit really good. He really made this?”

“You seem surprised.” She leaned over and hugged Mystery around his jaw.

“I didn’t expect it.” He took another bite. “Well, I figured you’d make a cameo eventually, I didn’t suspect— Wait, was this Lewis’ idea?”

Vivi laughed. “Cut me some slack, I knew you’d be blazing your hours away. You need a more nutritious, well balanced diet.”

Arthur held up a second slice. “This is a pizza.”

“Yeaahhh… but it’s not deep-friend, is it?”

The pizza didn’t kill him. That was a plus. Arthur didn’t really believe there was anything wrong with the pizza, but it felt bizarre to receive a pizza of all things. What was that? Well wishes from beyond the grave. Ugh?

When Arthur finished what he could of the pizza, Vivi took the leftovers down to the breakroom and stashed it in the fridge. It was her day off from the Tome Tomb, and she vouched to spend the hours at the garage. Arthur didn’t inquire about it, company was appreciated while he took some hours to do tweak work on his arm. They shared casual exchange about their respective jobs, away from the typical Mystery Skulls investigation work. The Tome Tomb got a shipment of interesting cargo, in his spare time Arthur was updating digital equipment, and checking or cleaning the more simplistic electronics such as cameras.

“What sort of work are you doing on your arm?” Vivi posed, while she was by the schematic board examining designs.

Arthur adjusted the clamp, which held the wrist in place while he fiddled with the forearm chamber. “Wiring. And the circuit boards.” He took the soldering tool, and with a delicate touch laid a connector down. “After so many hours or use, I have to switch out the merch. I can tell when it’s time, because it doesn’t work so well.” He was well versed with bending his fingers and pinching them into narrow spaces, using the pointer and pinky to slot the wire into a narrow space that would keep the cord from coming loose or snapping.

“I had no idea,” Vivi hummed. “I thought you toiled your hours away updating or perfecting your designs.”

Arthur shifted his shoulder. “I wish. The bulk of arm building is ‘something doesn’t feel right’, and ‘this feels suspiciously seamless’.” He didn’t want to mention that the arm had been giving him issues since the night they dealt with the forest spirit, or whatever that thing was. “Maybe my next model I put time on will let me to wear sleeves. Wouldn’t that be nice?”

“Ooh,” Vivi chimed. “You might have to overhaul your whole wardrobe.”

“I’m not retiring the vests.”

It was a solid and unremarkable day, to be productive. When the sun began to sink, and the Kingsman began sifting out on the shift ends, Vivi decided to call it a day as well.

Before leaving, she gave Arthur a hug around his neck and ruffled his hair. “I’ll give you a call later, and make sure you go to bed.”

Arthur paused in his work, adjusting the miniscule screws in the joint connector of the arm. “What’s the point of me trying to get sleep, if you’re gonna call me and wake me up? Probably.”

“The point being, turn off your phone.” She stole her backpack off the couch and marched to the entry. Mystery beside her legs, looking bored or drowsy, likely both. “And I have a mighty suspicion you’re gunna forget to go to bed, before you remember to turn off your phone.”

At the end of the day, she was right.

The Tome Tomb saw a myriad of interesting and cryptic characters voyaging from all walks of life searching for answers or seeking questions to the mysteries, of the world boundless. It was a bookstore first and foremost, followed by artifacts inspired – while others were purchased – from a diverse field of beliefs. Strange constructs of protection and inspiration hung from the ceiling, while among the aisles spiraled the whispers of pursuit for some illusive necessity. Sometimes on the shelves lay a stack of books, neglected by some careless patron impartial to resetting what was set asunder. Out and away from the mazes, a desk or chair loitered at a wall, inviting visitors to a moment for a seat and contemplation toward a book of interest. Duet always said that it was a valid and humane way of feeding knowledge through the transfer of energy. Whatever that meant.

Winding through the aisles, a metal ring jingled above a set of black socks. Through the towers of volumes and published documents trotted a white hound; a curious creature with ears as sharp as a pinhead, eyes deep and critical.

The powder-white muzzle prodded at one book set against a brace, until the support shifted aside enough that the tome flopped over. Mystery leaned up higher on his rear legs and took the spine gently between his canines and inched it out about halfway – before shuffling his head beneath the tottering text. He balanced the book upon his head and padded off.

In another aisle, a teen browsed through the lines of titles while examining his phone. The klingle-cling of the ring coerced his attention, and he looked over to observe the white pooch. The aisle was located near a corner, and in the corner awaited a large, ornate armchair. The dog paced over to the chair and hopped up into the seat, curling round and around before settling down. Mystery let the book slip across his ears and plop open in the crook of the armchair. He raised a paw and began flipping pages, with a delicate doggy claw.

The teen stared. Mystery ignored. Flip. Flip. Flip. He stopped and read a passage, beginning a chapter into a topic of interest.

The teen raised their phone, flipped into camera mode, and snapped a picture. With a grin, they switched to gallery and swiped through the endless scroll of pictures. The wide smile on his face dissolved, when he reached the most recent timeline. Weird.

Once again, with the flash. Mystery didn’t react, aside from flick an ear.

“What the…” the teen uttered. “What the heck is going on?” They adjusted the settings on the phone and tried once more. The same result. He gave the phone a shake, as if that were the same practice of turning it off then on again.

Reangling the phone, he snapped a picture and blinked. It went off, right in his face. Scrolling through the endless photography, they located an unflattering selfie.

With excitement, he turned the camera on the amusing scene of a dog with glasses reviewing a book, and gave it another go. Snap.

Once again, the teen was left with disappointment. Mystery gave a large and dramatic dog yawn.

The teen moved a little closer, raised the phone—

“Ahem!”

Startled, he whipped around to the blue figure standing behind him. Shorter, but intimidating in her own right.

“Photography is not allowed,” Vivi growled. For emphasis, she directed a finger to the pinned page tapped to the end of the aisle board. The sign read:

PLEASE RESPECT OUR LOCAL ORBS

“Oh… uh, sorry.” The teen stuttered. “The dog….” His face fell.

Vivi raised a brow. “What about him?”

Squeak-Squeak! Mystery bit the rubber chicken.

“Believe me,” Vivi stated, setting a book on the shelf she was beside, “we gave him one of those chickens that wails. Worst idea.”

“Uh….” For whatever reason, the teen checked his phone again. This time he didn’t check.

“Did you need help with anything?”

During the work week, a steady stream of customers came through the Tome Tomb. Some with very specific descriptions of the items they sought, while others were curious to review the merchandise offered by the store’s prominent displays. For short periods Vivi managed the counter, before rotating to check the back storeroom and then emerge and go circulate across the main floor; check in with curious visitors, or evaluate whatever tasks required attention and get Chloe on that. It was a distinct contrast to Kingsman Mechanics, wherein activity was intense and sounds abundant. The Tome Tomb was quiet, serene, like a graveyard fitted with books.

A female but strongarmed courier entered through the front door with a standing trolley, a stack of large boxes weighed down the bleating wheels. The bell chimed as the door swooped shut.

Vivi emerged from the maze of aisles, a few books stacked in her hands. “Hello Marquis. Who’s the distributor this time?” She set the volumes beside the keyboard.

Marquis slid the platform from beneath the boxes and eased the trolley back. “Likely IKEA. I hope you enjoy assembling furniture.”

Vivi grimaced and took the small blocky tablet Marquis handed over. “I think we’ll have to invent a whole machine that specializes in assembling IKEA brand kindling.” She signed the business name and handed it back over.

“Simple is better,” cracked Marquis, as she pocketed the palm pilot. “Build a fireplace, this place could use one of those rustic ones.”

When Marquis left, Vivi took the packing slip from the top box. “I…KEA… Duet! Did you order more desk sets?”

From the back, a very muffled and distant, “…nooo…” floated forth

Vivi took a ceremonial dagger from the front desk and plunged it into the top box. “Ah. I don’t know what these are. Do you know?” Interested in the activity, Mystery prowled over sniffing at the boxes. He trotted around Vivi, as she set the top box on the floor. “Some artifacts? Duet! Are you ordering cursed artifacts again?!” She pulled out a clay pot from the packing filler; the vessel appeared to be hand made, and distinctive by genuine craft and art.

From the back, a voice retorted, “That’s what the charms are for….”

“Charms won’t work on hostile demons!” Vivi set the teapot on the counter. “I’m gunna fill you with so much holy water….”

The bell chimed, and Arthur leaned through the doorway. “I’m not going to ask.”

Vivi waved him off with the hand clasped to her arm. “Just typical Duet accumulating questionable goods from the four corners of the world, and Bermuda.” Before the statement fully left her lips, she lit up, “What’re you doin’ here?”

Arthur held up bags with Styrofoam containers within. “Repaying for the unprompted meal.” He lowered the packages, letting the bottom gently bop Mystery on his curious head.

“Is it lunch already?” She checked her phone. “Wait… I still have thirty minutes.”

“Take an early lunch,” Arthur grumbled, in a frown. “You interrupt my work, I’ll interrupt yours No argument.” He set the packages on the counter.

“I had to drag you away because you don’t know how to interrupt yourself.” She poked at the bags. “Orion Sandwiches?”

Arthur kneeled and examined at the packing straw in the box on the floor. “Not a home cooked meal, but better than that nitrate infused garbage you insist on hoarding.”

Vivi pulled out one box and popped the lid. “The nitrate infused garbage fuels my bum days.” She started eating on the baked chips. “I really appreciate this. Y’know, I only delivered the food….”

“What a koinky-dink, so did I.” He gave the open but clear space of the main room a cautious examination, then directed his gaze up to Vivi. “Lewis around?”

“Hmm?” She handed a chip to Mystery. “No,” she whispered. “I invited him, if he wanted to hide around or whatever so he wouldn’t be alone. He won’t come near this place, but he doesn’t say why.”

Arthur stood and looked around at the hanging charms. “Yeh, no kidding. Place is creepy.”

“Please, I prefer to describe it as an eccentric inclination.” Arthur gave a yelp and dove over the counter. “Jumpy as ever,” Duet spoke, inching forward to look over the side. “Apologies. You seemed so relaxed, so at eased….”

“You SNUCK UP on me. What the HECK?! Where’d ya even come from!”

Vivi pointed at the door leading to the back room. “I thought you were deciphering?”

Duet smiled. “I smelled food and was curious.” They indicated the sedate front room. “If you want, you can go ahead on lunch. I need to catalog our new items.” Duet snapped their hands together. “That reminds me, how was your journey, and the assignment? Vivi returned with some insightful items.”

Arthur struggled to heave himself up, he reframed from overusing his slinged arm. “Peachy ala king. Oodles of fun.”

“Mmm. Some time, you must impart your stories.” Duet lifted the teapot from the counter and looked at it carefully, held high and catching the light from a window.

Vivi leaned over the counter and assisted Arthur in getting relocated. “Trust me, it wasn’t that exciting.”

“Even better,” Duet hummed. “I would not want to worry about my best asset procurer falling into peril.” They set the pot aside. “This item is not cursed. It is merely misunderstood.”

The bell chirped and a new pair of customers ventured in, fresh faces gathering in the details of the small shop. Friends, or maybe a couple.

“Greetings,” Duet called. “Speculate boundless, and let us know your deepest wishes in your own time.”

One of the two dug into their pocket. “Oh, we’re looking for a certain item, or attribute?”

The other responded, “We’re in need of books on… protection?”

Duet’s face fell. “Ooh, I don’t know if we can guaran—” Vivi pressed a finger to Duet’s face.

“We have a large selection to review,” Vivi insisted, with a large warm smile. “If you’ll come with me, this way. Don’t look at them, look at me.”

Arthur stuttered, fighting the urge to beat the counter. “Her foods gunna get soggy!” He turned to Duet. “And she hauled me off to eat. Kettle!” He hissed.

“It’s a pot.” Duet held up the little ceramic artifact. “I suspect that you waited for her to arrive, and pry the cold wrench from your hands.” They watched as Arthur packed up the Styrofoam container and cinched up the handles of the bag.

“That’s not too far from the truth.”

Duet took the ceremonial dagger and began cutting into the next box on the stack. “You could pursue her, and repay the courtesy she showed you.”

Arthur ventured through the doorway to the back room, snapping, “I won’t risk invoking her wrath.” And to himself, “Got enough on my plate right now.”

The back of the Tome Tomb was better described as a closet brimming with the overstock of the shop, and other items that didn’t fit on the shelves or among the merchandise. Some stock needed protection from the curious impulse buyer, some buyers needed protection from the items that did not yet have a place on the main floor.

Arthur squeezed between two shelves before he could straighten his shoulder and take on a normal stride. He shifted his posture when Mystery shoved on by. “Don’t worry, I got you something too.”

Mystery yipped.

“Yes, I remember your preferences on mustard.” They strutted past a small alcove, with a counter stretched between the two walls. On the surface awaited rare collector magazines, fitted into protective sleeves and stacked. Between the towers stood an ancient, out of date computer box and a green shape huddled behind it.

Chloe sighed and slouched further in the chair. Her sleeved hand shifted the mouse, clicking and dragging. Her eyes glistened beneath the shroud of her hood.

Arthur backtracked and pointed with his hand from the sling. “You can set the eight of diamonds on the nine of spades.” He hurried on, cramming himself between two shelves.

Chloe slapped her sleeves against the desk and jolted up. “I’m not playing— GASP! Are you a psychic?! Hey!” She scrambled under the gap beneath the bench and pursued. “Tell me your secrets!”

“There’s a reflective surface behind you.” He snapped his elbow away. “Don’t grab. Hey!” Chloe darted in front of him, chasing Mystery.

“You have very keen eyes for a mortal.”

Arthur spun around, trying not to fall or step on the dog currently dodging around and over his sneakers. “It’s the only way I’ve survived this long. Mystery! Don’t encourage her. Chloe! Mystery! The two of you! Both of you! Gimmie a break! Don’t you have work?”

Chloe fell in step behind Arthur, throwing her arms high above and stretching. “I need a break from that. The light makes my eyes hurt. Are you workin’ as delivery now?”

“No.”

“Did you bring something for me?”

“I didn’t know you were working today.”

“I work every day. So, now you know.”

Arthur slipped into a small room, the elbow in the sling raised up and hit the switch. “I didn’t really ask.”

The light revealed the small space of the breakroom, complete with two tables and a few kitchenware essentials. There was a small counter and food preparation zone, a single basin sink, and cabinets. Though these quarters were cramped, there was more nutritious food items packed within than a single health food store. He set the packages on the nearest table. Across from him a chair scooted out, and Mystery popped his head up.

“Not gonna wait on Vi?” Arthur rummaged in the bags, pulling out the warm containers one at a time. He popped one lid and set the box before the dog. “The food’ll get soggy. Not that she won’t eat it, it just won’t be as good.” Behind him, the electric steeper gurgled as the water boiled within.

“Your color looks good today.” Chloe went through the cabinets, locating a mug and the beverages. “Somethings different.”

Arthur hmphed. “I’m getting sleep. That’s different.” Chloe hummed.

“You guys stickin’ around longer this time?” She scooped some leaves into a steeper spoon and set it in the mug. “This place turns into a real dullsville while Vii ain’t here. Also, all the extra work pilin’ up.” The mug steamed as she poured the water over the spoon.

Arthur rolled his eyes. Mystery nudged his food container closer to Arthur, and then gazed at him with large, puppy eyes. “It’s up to the boss lady. Or, maybe Duet will have a hand in our next cross country escapade.” He took one of the steak fries from the carton and ate it. “There isn’t that much freedom in where we go, as you think.”

“But it’s still fun getting’ a change of scenery.” Chloe moved around the table, inching around the room to face both Mystery and Arthur. She blew on the mug wrapped between her sleeves. “Seeing all the different places. Going on adventures. Doing real paranormal work, and not just… reading about it.”

Mystery whined, compelling Arthur to pick out another steak fry. “Sightseeing isn’t that big of a thing, either, since the schedule is always tight. It’s business, out and back – work on all way to the job, work on the job itself, work all the way to the next job.” Chloe nodded.

“Sure-sure, I know it’s work.” She tried sipping some of her drink.

“The grass is always greener on the other fence, or however Vivi would butcher the saying.” Arthur pulled out a chair and took a seat. “We work with a lot of different people, some very uncooperative, others unintentionally unhelpful. If you don’t keep up with all the reports and witness accounts, it’s hard to get a hold of a story and figure out the situation. We do investigations, not sensationalism.”

Chloe frowned, “I know that, I’m not some kid. If the jobs so bad, why’d you get involved?”

Arthur raised a finger and pointed at her. “Right, I’m gonna shut you down right there if you’re trying to get into another spiel, about convincin’ Vivi to let you ride along on our assignments.”

“Aw, c’mon….”

“I’m not getting involved.” He slapped his flesh hand on the tabletop. “And don’t bring it up with Vi, this is exactly why she won’t think on it.”

Chloe dithered, sipping quietly on the steam. “What d’ya mean?” Arthur mulled over the question, as he ate another streak fry. “I’m tryin’ to be ambitious and persistent. That’s what you need for ghost investigations, isn’t it? I got those qualities. C’mon, tell me what I’m missin’.”

Arthur shrugged and leaned a little further over in his chair. “There isn’t a standard list to check off.” One more fry. “It’s more than wanting and filling in a DnD class type. We started this to help people, and it comes with a cost. Aside from that, she’s… y’know, not really interested in taking applicants right now.” He reached over and rubbed Mystery between the ears. Mystery’s response was press the carton closer to Arthur. “No. I don’t want you scavenging off Vivi later.”

Arf!

“I’m not.” He pretended not to notice Chloe examining his arm in the sling.

“Um… do you think it’ll ever happen?” She shuffled back, nearer to the wall. “Eventually.”

Arthur did feel a little bad, but it wasn’t as if they never had these talks on the long open roads between compiling and editing reports. Chloe had a lot of spirit and good qualities, but she didn’t have the full spectrum of the work incorporated into her aptitude. They could likely work something out, but it wasn’t a good time to delve deep into the topic. Aside from all that, Vivi had a role for the Tome Tomb as asset evaluation and procurement; it was more than selecting potential merchandise but comprehension into the context of the material, it’s age, and historical significance. And before… the accident, the work wasn’t safe. Even the casual “guy-in-a-mask-shenanigans” had perils, which could get out of hand.

“Probably someday, no promises, no obligations,” he offered. “We just got back, and I for one am enjoying this stationary address while it lasts. Some stability.” He used his shoulder to rub his cheek. “I love the freedom and all, but even road junkies get burnt out on endless highways.”

Chloe dipped her head, nodding very faintly. “I… uh, probably should get back to work, huh?”

“That’d be a good idea.”

Once more she nodded, distracted. “Er, um. Why – can I ask – why did you sign up, for the ghost investigations?”

Arthur pushed away the carton box Mystery insisted he examine. “That’s kinda a personal topic.”

Chloe blinked within the strange shadow of her hoody. “Oh, right. I guess, uh… I’ll catch you later.”

When she was gone, Arthur slumped at the table, resting his chin on his folded arm and causing his goatee to frazzle out. “If Vivi doesn’t show up, I’ll hunt her down Watcher in the Woods style, and haul her away from her current clients.”

Wooof.

In the quiet of the breakroom Arthur did dwell as he sometimes did, on the reasons and whims of their adventures. He slipped the false arm from the sleeve and slipped it across the table, until it rested across from his line of sight. The servos and hydraulics wheezed as he flexed the fingers, studying the craftsman ship of the palm region – designed to follow the contours of the natural hand, but limited in range of mobility and grip. Trying to duplicate the lines and folds of a hand didn’t work for unyielding metal, he came up with a design which flowed and worked for the fabricated limb.

The mysterious canine hurtled against his knee, dragging Arthur from his musing a full minute before he heard the footfalls beyond the doorway. He sat up quickly and wrapped his flesh hands around his metal wrist.

“That went much smoother than I anticipated,” Vivi announced, upon entry. She smoothed out her hair as she crossed the small space, to the single sink. “It helped that Duet was distracted with merch. Chloe didn’t bother you too much, did she?”

“Nah-uh,” Arthur hummed. He reached to the bag and hauled out the last boxes. “She tried to bum food off me, but that was about it.”

Vivi went over to the fridge and popped it open. “She buys food and doesn’t eat all of it.” After some rummaging, she pulled out a can of flavored tea. “I was actually going to head over to Kingsmen and kidnap you away for some lunch time. Did you get something for yourself?”

Arthur let his eyes roll over, to land on Mystery in the chair. “Sort of.” Mystery nudged the box a little closer. He sighed. Then, a paper plate settled down in front of him, and Vivi set down a portion of her sandwich. “You guys, no! Stop that! I don’t even like bratwurst!”

Vivi bit into her own slice of stacked condiments, first getting mustard on her chin. “Pick out what you don’t want—”

“Don’t talk with your mouth full! Disgustang!”

“MMF!” Vivi chewed and swallowed. “You brought this on yourself! Haulin’ food by, but not eating with us. How uncivilized.” Arthur made a face and delivered a childish raspberry. “You don’t have to eat it all. Just pick at it. You can’t resist, Arthur. The sandwich… it’s desire is to be eaten by yooooOOOooOOOO….”

Mystery threw his snout high and howled.

Arthur huffed, but did pluck a bit at the ingredients poking out from the side of the stacked bread. “Mm….” He tossed a look to the doorway. In response to the interest, Mystery gave the gaping portal a high eared examination. “Did you thank Lew for the pizza? For me?”

“Yeah. You know I did.” She spooned some sauce along the side of the sandwich and chewed a few chips. “He actually lost his living appearance for a while, and I didn’t have the heart to tell him. I’m not sure what that meant, but he seemed really frazzled. Happy, but frazzled. It was very cute.”

Arthur face palmed. He snatched a napkin from the bag, after nearly getting tasty juice in his eye. “I’m actually surprised he’d try cooking in your kitchen. I know he’s not doing spooky things,” he raised his arms and wriggled his fingers, spookily, “but he doesn’t have, what I’d say… a lot of control over, er… stoves. Well, not just stoves… but, I mean I’m glad nothing got scorched. Least of all, that pizza.”

Vivi nodded as she took another bite from the sandwich. Then she stalled and gave Arthur a look, before chugging her tea beverage. “Wait-wait-wait-WAIT! Are you implying he had a habit of burning shit, prior to becoming a fire ghost!?”

Leaning far back in his chair, Arthur blinked owlishly. “Uh…yeeaaa…. A little surprised you haven’t invested in a fire extinguisher yet. Might wanna do that….”

“I live in an apartment! One is provided.”

Arthur thumped his head against the table. “Right, we’ll get one for the van too. I’ll start researching fire-resistant materials and applicants.” Mystery popped up beside the table where Arthur sat, and plopped down a chilled coffee in a can. Once more Arthur sighed, but he appreciated the gesture more than anything.

The hour was so late and the moon soaring high into the gray sky, gliding behind the drapery of clouds and woven, crooked branches. If not for the stray breeze curling across the road and skittering through the tops of dried grass, the place would seem as if suspended in time and forgotten; abandoned by the turn of a clock, and exiled from a plain of existence shared by the waking world. In this thicket where no mortal could stumble unto, extended acres of mystical land imbued with a kind of power unknown to the living. The acreage was accessible and open to stragglers, but its state of subsistence disconnected from the natural world in the light of day, became a doorway that remained inaccessible until the hours whittled away. With the slumber of the sun, the forest became entranced by moonbeams, the rocks and trees shifted beneath the shadows, and nothing was as it once seemed.

It was not the memory of wandering and reaching no distinct space, of lost and misguided drifting. There remained the ambiguous sense of presence, of wholeness; this persistence of loss and dwindling. A train of thought shifting like mist, memories he spun through and grappled to restrain; all slipping away despite his resolve to restrain them. That was his focus, seeking this illusion of restoring what was robbed away. Reclaiming the pieces of himself, without the full grasp of what his self was initially. Who knew him? They left him, and he was stranded. The days ceased to exist, he dragged through endless twilights and dawns, time lost its hold on him. There was nothing but the endless cycle of seeking, and a vague suspicion of roaming through infinite circles.

The burning eyes swept among the velvety shrouds, the outline that of a memory to a shape fitted around the twin gleaming lights. Noiseless and seamless, he pressed further and onward through this mysterious place. A power settled through him, connecting his spatial presence to the air and shadows. It incurred a sense of defiance, to venture out in the manner that he did. The nature and surrounding woods provided a sense of peace that the domestic world could not infuse, though there was a wrongness in this brashness. It was reckless, since he knew from experience there awaited some fates worse than death.

This was still far-far from that place, where the steps of his living self-ended, and the region where his new state of subsistence began. He was afraid to venture too near, when the compulsion to venture onward swelled, beckoning him. It was captivating, but why so he couldn’t say for certain. It was akin to homesickness, though the area far detached from anything home. That place was nothing, empty, and held nothing to offer. Yet still, the tangible draw insisted.

“Come rest, come glide. Come see, come along and never leave. Slumber and dream, there is nothing left to the weary.”

Lewis gave pause in the thicket, miles and miles more from where he raised an elaborate illusion. It was not his intent to return, never and absolutely ever. Yet, he knew. Somehow, he knew without a doubt, some deep part of his spiritual nature knew the nearer to that territory and the caves, and the deep tunnels, this was where he held the most power. To the why he was not certain, but he had a damn good theory. A theory he would never risk to delve into.

With barely a whim and flick of the wrist, he manifested a standing lamp post with an ornate, gothic design. In its glassed top, a fuchsia flame sputtered to life and basked in the pale moonbeam. Lewis continued onward, gliding across root clumps and skittering around the towering trunks of trees. Every few yards, another lamp post rose by a wave of his hand, to offer comfort and a guide for his return. A lure and security thread, in case his thoughts drifted further than he intended. A tether to compel him from a place that wished to claim him.

Upon reaching a charming little clearing, where the light sifting across the grassy plain was its strongest and he felt heated, Lewis stopped his march. Close enough, this would suit him. Nothing was supernatural or cryptic to this location, but it was unique to him. This place was where he needed to be. The area was cosmetically appealing, but it was not the forceful drag. No fabrications or steps, or a vine drenched wall. Nothing, but the lamppost beckoning, and comforting.

Sweeping his arms outward, several tall candelabras burst into existence from a flash of embers. Each stood several meters out from Lewis, encircling him within the clearing. Candles upon the wicks vacant of a flicker, cold. Lifeless. In his own time, he examined them one by one. The sconce nearest to him by three meters, he fixated on. His eyes shimmered.

High above the center of the clearing, a small flame formed and began to drift downward.

With great intent, he observed the flickering ember as it glided downward, falling nearer to the candle set. However, before the flame alit on the wick, Lewis flinched and the brilliant glow extinguished. The wind picked up, whistling through the blades of grass he dwarfed. Rasping, he tried once more. This time, raising one arm to the conviction of a flame.

One time he did this, while biding time and resting in a dark box within a deep, dismal crypt. Conserving his vitality for the illusion, the manifestation, the hallucinations prevailing forth at his meager whims. The eventual meeting, and inevitable pursuit. He could manage again while focused on the flame he conjured, though that initial potency he once took for granted did wane. With a steady hand, he guided the path of the glow closer and lower to the candelabra. Though he managed to alight the flame on the wick, it did not take, and soon vanished.

Embers snapped at the corners of Lewis’ vest, and the outline of the skull gleamed through the faux flesh. It would work better if he moved closer, but he had to work at it from a distance. He needed intensity, as with concentration. Though the wind picked up, it did not flutter or shift the edges or loose sleeves of his attire. His shape was a lie, and outward influences such as reflective surfaces would exploit that deceit.

Slapping his palms together, he dropped the guise of his living self and forced attention into compelling the flame, and maintaining it as desired. It wouldn’t be easy, it may not work immediately. He set one hand over the locket shimmering at his breast pocket, and raised the other – palm upward – to demand another dry spark.

The cliff stretched above, the torchlight fluttered after him. He reached into the dark abyss for a hold, a ledge, but the air was empty above, as it was below. Faster and faster, mesmerized by the shimmering light… like the ember, bobbing merrily within open air uncontested. He reached toward it, fortifying a mystical grasp.

It was effortless in that place. It required nothing to raise a mansion, to coerce visitors, to cloak terrible secrets. But he was not returning, and he would never venture closer if he could help it. But a conduit to the shelter where he first rose, would enable him to better grasp influence. Without the restraint he demanded, Lewis would be no more, no better, than a deranged wraith. The sort of spirits his team sought to disperse from the living realm.

The sort of spirit Vivi and Arthur encountered, in a mansion during the cycle of a waning crescent moon.

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