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ynbabe · 10 months

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Fake texts au- pt.7 bffs with the rookies+ back on the paddock

y/n is back on the paddock and more drama ensues

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By the time you both were ready and awake enough to leave it was six and another hour by the time the both of you got an Uber and reached the paddock and that's when you ran into the first problem of the day.

"Where are you going?" he asked as you turned to walk towards the Williams garage, confusing you.

"Williams? Cause Logan called me here?" you answered as if it were normal.

"y/n... I can't go there," he looked at me and I suddenly remembered that technically he was sort of the enemy team...

"Wait- I've got a plan! Take this," I took off my shades and placed them on his face, he looked a little funny as the shades didn't match his face nor did they fit properly.

As we walked towards the back entry to the garage, it became more and more obvious that my plan wouldn't work.

"This is not going to work, y/n," he whispered, shrinking into himself.

"Oh come on, I've got this," I smiled at him as we got closer to the door, where a security guard was standing, "don't you trust me?"

"Not really, no!" he whispered- yelled as I went to open the door, showing my pass to the man who was now fully alert and glaring at Arthur.

"Where are you going?" he asked as he stood in front of the door, effectively stopping Arthur from walking in.

"He's going to the garage," I answered as casually as I could, shrugging when the man looked at me like I was crazy.

"I don't think so, you're Arthur Leclerc, you're competition, you don't even have a pass for Williams." He stated the obvious.

"Nah man, that Y/n, look she's even got her shades," I nodded to my friend's face trying not to fall over laughing, Arthur on the other hand had turned redder than his brother's Ferrari.

He looked at the both of us and sighed, moving away from the door, "I'm not paid enough for this..." he walked away as Arthur and I walked in.

"THAT WORKED! THAT ACTUALLY WORKED!" Arthur doubled over laughing as we walked towards Logan's driver's room, I laughed with him, ignoring all the weird looks we were getting from people in the garage.

"I told man, my plans always work, my genius, it's almost terrifying," I smiled at him, telling him to quieten down as we approached Logan's room.

I held my hand on the handle and counted down from three and barged in the room with Arthur, screaming at the top of our voices, making the blondes scream... wait blondes? did Logan go through mitosis?

"Oh, hi Alex," I greeted the seated blonde of the startled pair, whereas Logan had practically climbed into the furthest chair in the room, staring at the door eyes wide.

"Oh my god, Y/n, what the fuck," his American accent filled the room, "Hi, Arthur," he nodded as he got down the chair.

Alex coughed awkwardly and smacked his knees while getting up, "Uh, I'll leave now, all the best for today Logan," He gave a tight-lipped smile and walked out, shutting the door behind him.

I threw myself on the messed up bed, using Logan's charger, as Arthur relaxed at the foot of the bed and Logan let himself fall back on the chair he was just on.

The room had turned silent., when usually by now it was chaos whenever the three of you got together. I looked at Arthur and he shrugged, I looked at the usually smiling boy. His head was in his hands, staring at the floor in front of him.

I sat up straight, stuttering to find the right words, "Logan, are you okay? Do you need me to call someone?" Making the boy look up, eyes full of sadness.

I finally noticed how red they looked, "Logan, mate, what's wrong?" Arthurs asked, receiving no answer.

After a second or two he sighed heavily, looking over at us, "I think- I think I'm going to lose my seat." His eyes teared up, making me walk up and sit next to him, squeezing into the chair.

"Did Vowles tell you that? We could talk to him, get him to reconsider?" Arthur sat on the chair's armrest, hand on our friend's back, trying to console him.

"No, but it's pretty fucking obvious, I haven't scored a single point this season! Alex is carrying the team, I'm basically useless!" He raised his voice in frustration, dragging his hands down his face.

"Logan, that's not true, you're just a rookie, it's fine!" Arthur tried to help but it didn't seem to change his mood.

"So is Oscar! And look at him! He's not only keeping up with Lansi, he's actually challenging him!" he pointed out, he wasn't wrong but he deserved to be here, he deserved to have a seat!

"And he's in a McLaren, Logan he's an amazing driver, and so are you, all of you are!" It was hard to help when all of your friends were in the same sport, competing against each other, and sooner or later, Arthur would join them too.

" I know it's tough right now, but next year is going to be so much better, I promise," The brunette spoke, and I continued,

"And Mate, it's your home race, your gonna be fucking amazing, yeah?" You smiled at him and nudged him, making him laugh a little.

"Oh, we're finally laughing, yeah?" You teased as you pushed him again, making Arthur almost fall off, making him, squeeze himself on the chair with the two of you as revenge, the childishness of the whole situation making all of you laugh, and you were happy to see Logan was playing along, no longer worried about his seat.

The two pushed you, making you start wildly smacking your hands around, the three of you laughed, practically piled on top of each other on the chair.

Just as the three of you began to calm down, the door opened, revealing a shocked Alex, "I'm... not even going to ask," he started off making Arthur and I set off into another round of giggles, "Logan, we've gotta go." He said making the blonde in the middle get up.

Before following the other out the door he gave the both of you a side hug and a nod.

You'd be lying if you weren't nervous for your friend, as you watched the race.

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f1fame Logan Sargeant is the first American to score points in F1 in the past 30 years. The driver seemed to be looking for someone specific in the garage after his points finish and was seen partying with a certain special someone along with long-time friend Oscar Piastri, teammate Alex Albon and many others.

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hobeemin · 6 months

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stop, kiss

🛍️ genre(s): romance, angst, drama, fluff, college au, 90s au (based on Can’t Hardly Wait)

🛍️ pairing: joshua hong x poc (f) reader

🛍️ summary: joshua wasn’t what you called popular back in high school, in fact, he was practically invisible. what happens when he runs into his childhood crush in college after growing into his looks? awhole lot of shenanigans ensue.

🛍️ rating: pg15

🛍️ warning(s): swearing, frat parties, drinking, bullying, fights

🛍️ word count: 5.6k

🛍️ credits: shout out to @wooahaeproductions thank you maren for looking this over at the last minute! 💜💜💜

banner resources found here: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5

🛍️ a/n: this is for the Now thats 90s SVT collab. Huge thanks to @beomcoups and @mingiblr

“This is it.”

Jeonghan side-eyed his friend as they walked across the grassy quad. “What are you going on about?”

Joshua swept his arms in a comprehensive motion. “This. College. It’s the start of our lives.”

“But that’s what you said when we were freshmen in high school.”

Joshua’s arms dropped as red crept up his cheeks. “Okay, but this is gonna be different. This is us being adults. Conquering obstacles–”

“Joshua–”

“–reaching goals–”

“Joshua–”

“–going the distance–”

Jeonghan closed his eyes as Joshua ran straight into a bench and flipped over, landing on his back. Instantly, the quad filled with laughter. He groaned as his vision filled with stars, trying to get his bearings. It wasn’t until a face appeared that his senses came back.

Was she an angel?

He blinked once. Then twice.

The worry on her face was replaced with relief when she noticed he was alert.

“Oh, good. You’re okay.”

“I think so,” he mumbled, trying to stand.

“Maybe we should wait for the paramedics to get here,” she mused.

Jeonghan nodded in agreement. “Someone’s calling for them right now.”

“Seriously. I’m okay!” A smile spread across his face as he began to rise. It faltered quickly as his legs wobbled.

Jeonghan grabbed his arm, guiding him to the bench.

“Sit. Now.”

“Yes, please do,” she said in agreement.

The paramedics arrived quickly, getting to work on assessing his injuries.

Honestly, he was okay. His head hurt a bit, but they were fussing over nothing. He didn’t need any more embarrassment on his first day as a college freshman. Jeonghan gave her a polite smile.

“Thanks for helping. He’s a little stubborn, but I know he appreciates it.”

“It’s alright. I’m just happy to know he’s okay,” she said with a smile.

“Y/N!”

She looked up at the sound of her name. A group of people were waving to her. She put her hand up and turned to Jeonghan.

“I have to go, but it was nice talking to you. I hope your friend feels better!”

Joshua heard the name from the stretcher, and realization crossed his face slowly. “Jeonghan!”

His friend ran over to him. “What?!”

“Was that Y/N?! As in Y/N Y/L/N?!”

“Uh, that’s a stretch. I mean, there’s a lot of Y/Ns–”

“No…I’m sure of it. That was her!”

“Joshua–”

“Humor me. What if that was her? It’s fate! We were meant to meet once more. It’s destiny–Ow!”

The stretcher dropped, making him bump his head against the bar. Jeonghan shook his head in disbelief.

“This is gonna be a long year.”

---

With Jeonghan in tow, Joshua walked into the student center, looking around. By then, a few months had passed, and everyone had forgotten about his blunder on the first day of class. He thought it best to keep a low profile during the semester.

Joshua was always hopeful of running into Y/N on campus. Occasionally, he’d see her walking around, but every time he tried to speak up, he got tongue-tied, or a group of people would surround her. It seemed like he’d never get a chance.

One breezy fall afternoon, Joshua sat against a large oak tree, strumming his guitar. Jeonghan joined him moments later, dropping down next to him with a plastic bag. Reaching in, he took out some snacks, crunching on some chips while Joshua played. He hummed a few bars before taking out a small notebook. Jeonghan noticed a worn folded piece of paper fall out and scooped it up.

“What’s this?”

Joshua yelped, trying to reach for it, but Jeonghan pulled it out of reach. With a grin, he opened it up and read the contents. His eyes widened as he turned to his friend.

“I can’t believe you still have that letter.”

His face warmed as he snatched it away, stuffing it into his pocket. “It’s not that serious, Jeonghan.”

“Oh, is it not? Cause keeping a letter you wrote countless times back in high school to a girl who didn’t know you existed is pretty strange.”

Joshua rolled his eyes before returning to his guitar, strumming the strings absentmindedly. Was he being delusional at this point? Should he just give up on his crush?

“Maybe I’ll give up. It’s stupid,” he mumbled.

Jeonghan frowned slightly, noting how Joshua’s mood had darkened. The last thing he wanted was for his friend to be down.

Joshua returned his guitar to its case and stood up. Jeonghan looked at him curiously. “You got class?”

“No,” he said, shaking his head. “I’m done for the day. I might go back to the dorm to study. I’ll see you later.”

He waved before walking off, leaving Jeonghan alone. Leaning against the tree, he sighed heavily. He had to get Joshua out of this funk somehow.

But what to do?

Something fluttered in the corner of his eye. It was the letter from Joshua’s pocket!

An idea began to form in his mind, making him chuckle.

Yep, this might work after all.

---

Y/N sat there toying with the straw from her milkshake, bored and only half listening to the conversation around the table. Honestly, did they have anything worth talking about? There had to be more to life than when the next party would be or how many kegs they could drink. Still, she humored her friends, offering a laugh now and then.

“Right, Y/N?”

She blinked, looking up from her milkshake. “Huh?”

Her friend Irene rolled her eyes before sipping her diet Pepsi. “Were you even listening?”

She shook her head as a groan surrounded the table. She shrugged sheepishly. “Sorry. What were you saying?”

Irene sighed heavily. “The party—the one the Sigma Lambdas have every fall for Halloween—is happening this Friday.”

“Oh,” Y/N said, distracted once more. “Oh, yeah. I guess I’ll come.”

“We have no choice. Plus, Mingyu is gonna be there,” Irene added.

Y/N’s nose wrinkled in distaste. “And I would care because…”

“Jeez, Y/N, get with the program. Your boyfriend is gonna be there .”

“Correction, ex-boyfriend, and that makes it all the more reason not to go.”

Irene let out a noise of exasperation. “I don’t get you sometimes. If anything, this is the perfect opportunity to go and prove you don’t need him.”

“Whatever. We’ll see how I feel,” Y/N grumbled.

It wasn’t like her friends would listen anyway. She dated Mingyu all through high school. Meeting him on her first day, they became the ‘it’ couple and were at the hip. While they seemed like the quintessential high school romance, Mingyu was relatively immature in many ways. It was too much their senior year, and Y/N called it quits. He took it so well, insulting her intelligence and saying she’d regret it, but that only solidified her decision.

Of course, this was after they promised to go to the same university together, and now she was stuck with him for another four years.

Again, she ignored her friends' discussions and stared out the window, sipping her milkshake. When three fraternity brothers from Sigma Lambda Theta walked into the cafe and approached their table, Y/N and her friends looked up with interest.

“Heard you ladies were coming to our party,” one said.

Irene nodded. “Yeah, wouldn’t miss it. Heard y’all have a lot planned.”

Seungcheol eyed Y/N curiously, nudging Soonyoung. He pointed his chin towards her. “You’re Y/N?”

Her brow lifted in interest. “I am. And you’re Seungcheol?”

“Heard a lot about you.”

“Is that a fact?” she chuckled, sipping her milkshake. “Can’t always believe what you hear.”

Seungcheol smirked with a nod. “I’ll keep that in mind.”

Soonyoung grinned. “Don’t forget to wear your best costume. Masks included.”

“What are you going as?” Y/N inquired.

The shorter of the three shook his head, rolling his eyes. “Please don’t get him started. He hasn’t shut up about it all month.”

“Jihoon, lighten up. You’re just jealous.”

“Sure.”

Seungcheol cleared his throat, shooting the girls a smile. “Anyway. Gonna be a great time,” he shot Y/N a look. “Save me a dance?”

Y/N shrugged with a laugh. “Maybe. I like to keep my options open.”

“Sounds good to me. See y’all later.”

As the guys walked away, a glint flashed in Irene’s eye.

“What do you think about them, Y/N?”

“Them? Them who?”

Irene frowned once more, shaking her head in disappointment. “You acting clueless? The Sigma Lambdas! Isn’t Mingyu trying to pledge? Wouldn’t showing up with the frat's president as your date be funny?”

Y/N sighed in exasperation. “I’m really not trying to date right now. I’d rather focus on my studies–”

“All I hear is blah, blah, blah.”

“What do you want me to say? It’s not the end of the world. I mean, they are cute, but–” she argued.

“Whatever Y/N. If you want to be alone, that's fine, too.”

“Life isn’t always about having a boyfriend, Irene.”

“You worry about what you do, and I’ll worry about me,” Irene retorted.

Y/N stood up from the table, nearly knocking down the drinks. “I guess friendship isn’t the biggest priority either.”

Without another word, she stormed off, leaving the rest of them alone in the cafe.

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The next few days passed without much drama. Even though Y/N and Irene made up, there was still some tension between them, regardless of their saying everything was okay. So many things ran through her mind that her concentration was off in class. Only one day after one of her lectures, the professor called her up as the class was leaving for her to notice.

Y/N slung one strap over her shoulder, gathered her books, and approached her professor’s desk.

“Yes, Professor?”

He pulled up a file, flipping through the papers. “I normally wouldn’t say anything, but you’ve been doing so well in class, Miss Y/L/N. Is everything alright?”

Damn it.

She nodded her head, trying to smile. “Of course. Maybe I'm just a little burnt out this semester with my credits, but I’m okay.”

He sighed, handing over a folder to her. “I’m going to give you a chance to work on this research paper again. I know you can do better than this. I’ll accept it next Friday.”

“Alright. Thank you.”

Slipping the folder into her bag, she walked out of the classroom, her thoughts swirling. It wasn't until the last minute that she bumped into Joshua coming out of the building. She jumped with a start as her books fell to the ground. Joshua blinked, staring at her before scrambling to pick the books.

“Are you okay?”

She willed herself to smile, taking the books from him. “We have to stop meeting like this. How’s that bump on your head?”

Joshua sheepishly grinned as he rubbed the spot.

“I'm never gonna live that down, but I'm alright.”

Now that she was in front of him, he was too nervous to speak. Did she even recognize him from high school?

Clearing his throat, he tapped her shoulder politely. Y/N turned to look at him curiously.

“Yes?”

“Your name wouldn't happen to be Y/N Y/L/N, right?”

Her brow quirked. “Um, yes. Why do you ask?”

“Well

“Y/N!!!!”

She looked past Joshua with a frown.

Mingyu was walking towards her with Seungcheol. His smile faltered as he saw Joshua standing next to her. “No fucking way…Bambi goes here!”

Joshua’s face paled upon hearing that name. Of all the people who had shown up here at this very moment…Mingyu had managed to graduate and get into a university?!

His knees buckled as Mingyu’s hand slammed into his back in greeting. Joshua had to hold the wall to keep from dropping to the floor. Y/N’s eyes glanced from him to Mingyu in confusion.

“Bambi?”

Mingyu rolled his eyes with a laugh, nudging Seungcheol. “Dude always looked like a deer in headlights, especially when he was our mascot and got tackled.”

Seungcheol started to chuckle as Joshua attempted to back away slowly. Mingyu grabbed him by the shoulder and pulled him into a headlock, giving him a noogie. Joshua grunted, trying to loosen his grip.

“So what you doin’ talking to my girlfriend, Bambi?”

Y/N scoffed with a roll of her eyes. “Ex-girlfriend, Mingyu. And let him go, please. Let’s be adults.”

A pout formed on his face as he let Joshua go reluctantly. “Seriously? Y/N–”

“Save it,” she snapped. Her expression softened as she took Joshua’s hand into hers. “Walk me back to my dorm?”

His eyes widened in surprise. “U-Um s-sure!”

“You’re sweet.”

She smiled, barely acknowledging Mingyu and Seungcheol, as she walked out of the building with Joshua in tow, still dazed by the unfolding events.

Mingyu’s eyes narrowed, watching the pair walk off.

“That geek is gonna pay,” he mumbled, storming out of the building.

---

Joshua hardly touched his drink as Y/N placed it before him. She removed the wrapper around her straw and stuck it in her milkshake. Her brow quirked in interest.

“Sooo. You went to our high school?”

Joshua finally grabbed his cup and took a generous sip. “Uh huh.”

Her lips turned downward, trying to recall his face. “I don’t know why I can’t remember you.”

He shrugged, trying to shake his disappointment. “I-It’s not like you would have noticed. We didn’t run in the same circles.”

Something about that statement made her stomach drop. Sure, she’d been what you’d consider popular, but Y/N was pleasant with everyone she came across.

“What were you into back then?”

Joshua sat back as the tension slowly drifted from his shoulders. “Band, mostly marching and pep. I was in the film club and tried out for the soccer team, but…yeah.”

Y/N nodded in understanding. “You seemed to have a lot of interests. I’m surprised we didn’t run into each other.”

“Well, Y/N, we have been in the same classes since freshmen year.”

Her cheeks felt hot, and Joshua fumbled as he tried to change the subject. “I-I’m not saying it like it’s a bad thing. It’s just how life happens. Our school was big, so it’s okay.”

The relief passed her face. The last thing she wanted was for someone to recall her being self-absorbed.

A smile formed on her lips, which he returned wholeheartedly. “Well, it’s time for new beginnings.”

“Agreed.”

After a brief silence, she looked at him and asked, “Are you good with music theory?”

His brows lifted as he nodded. “Oh yeah! I took those in high school! Do you have any questions about it?”

“Do I?” she said with a laugh. Y/N pulled out her research paper and handed it to him. “I got an extension to write a better one.”

He flipped through the pages with a hum. “I see. Do you want help? I’d be happy to give some insight.”

Y/N beamed at him. “I’d owe you a huge one!”

Joshua smiled. “That’s not necessary. How about we meet Friday night at the library to discuss the details.”

Realization dawned on her as her smile faltered. Joshua’s brows knitted.

“Is something wrong?”

“N-No, it’s just there’s this party on Friday–”

“Oh. Well, you should go.”

She sighed, falling back against the booth cushion. “That’s the problem. I really don’t want to.”

“So don’t go,” he reasoned.

“It’s not that simple–”

“It kind of is. Don’t force yourself into things just because your friends want to,” he interrupted. His eyes widened again, and red crept onto his face.

“I-I’m sorry. That wasn’t my place to say.”

Y/N let out a genuine laugh for the first time in weeks. “Honestly, that was the most honest response I’ve gotten. People always try to hide the truth.”

“Some people suck,” he said matter-of-factly.

She nibbled on her bottom lip. “Why don’t you come to the party?”

“M-Me?”

“Why not? It definitely would make my night better,” she exclaimed.

He looked at her in astonishment. Y/N sipped her milkshake, trying to cover up her bashfulness. “I mean…the more the merrier, ya know.”

“I’ll see what's going on that day,” he decided. He was not ecstatic about the invitation but didn't want to get his hopes up. Being near her was almost enough for him.

“Okay,” she said, trying to hide her disappointment.

They returned to idle chatter the rest of the time, realizing they had much more in common than each had known. He eventually said his goodbyes, promising to give her the paper back after he made any edits. Walking back to his dorm, he thought about their time together. Y/N was amazing in so many ways. Joshua would have fallen even deeper in love with her if he hadn’t already fallen madly in love.

He stopped in his tracks.

Love?

Shaking his head, he unlocked the door with a scoff. What did he know about love?

The letter.

Damn it.

That letter.

Groaning to himself, he walked inside to Jeonghan, who was reading at his desk. Jeonghan looked up from his book at his friend's expression.

“You alright?”

Still in a daze, Joshua plopped on his bed, blinking. “Y-Yeah.”

Jeonghan hummed, going back to his book until Joshua spoke up.

“I spent time with her.”

“Her?”

“Y/N.”

Jeonghan placed his book down and faced Joshua with interest. “What? What happened?”

Joshua recalled the events the best he could, grimacing at the part when Mingyu appeared and his conflicting feelings about the party.

Jeonghan let it all sink in before talking.

“Well, now you gotta go to the frat party.”

“Yeah, but Mingyu’s gonna be there.”

“So? Y/N personally invited you. It seems she wants you there, and that’s enough. Who cares what everyone will say? We’ll have fun, you’ll see.”

Joshua sighed heavily, looking up at the ceiling. He was taking a chance. This could be the start of something great or crash and burn in utter disaster.

Time to take a gamble.

---

When Y/N and her friends arrived, the party was in full swing. She watched as people ran around the house throwing balloons filled with water. Irene screeched, jumping in place as one splashed by her feet, nearly getting her costume wet.

“Watch it!”

Irene let out a sound of exasperation. “Do I look okay?”

Y/N fought to roll her eyes.

“You look fine.”

Irene beamed as she twirled in the black, red, and white plaid two-piece. She adjusted the hat on her head. “We’re gonna be the popular people here. Clueless was a hit!”

Y/N adjusted the skirt on hers. She would have instead gone as Dionne, but Irene insisted she be the Cher. Arguing would have been fruitless if she wanted any attention on her, so Y/N just went with the flow. Heads indeed turned as they walked by. Seungcheol appeared out of nowhere, clearly red-faced from the alcohol.

“You made it!”

Y/N held back the eye roll from Irene’s giggles.

Seungcheol gestured to them with the beer can in his hand. “You’ll be the girls from that movie, right?”

“Like totally!”

He grinned, setting his gaze on Y/N. “Would you like something to drink Y/N?”

Irene pushed past; a Cheshire grin spread wide. “We’d love something to drink.”

He chuckled, watching Y/N’s reaction. Y/N held back the eye roll, threatening to appear.

“C’mon, I’ll show you where the drinks are.”

They followed Seungcheol into the kitchen. The entire counter was covered in various drinks, from malt beverages to cheap vodka, anything to get someone entirely buzzed. Mingyu stood near a silver basin, stirring the bright red liquid. He looked up, making eye contact with Y/N as he waved. Grabbing a few cups, he poured the liquid in, adding some pineapples, strawberries, and oranges.

Y/N stared at the cup in scrutiny as Irene happily sipped on hers.

“This is so good! What is it?”

Mingyu tapped his glass against Seungcheol’s. “We call it carat juice.”

Y/N’s brow raised, giving him a deadpan stare. “Wow, so clever.”

“I thought so,” Mingyu answered with a smug look.

She sighed heavily, looking around for anything to get her away.

“Just enjoy yourself tonight, Y/N. It’s the least you can do. You’re being so uptight,” Irene taunted.

What the hell was wrong with her? Irene had been doing too much lately, and Y/N was letting her ‘friend’s’ words get to her.

“Fine.”

She chugged the drink back, trying not to cough at the alcohol burning down her throat regardless of the sweetness in the cup. She wiped her mouth off and ran towards the dance floor. Maybe sweating for a few hours would help make her numb to the whole thing.

Joshua and Jeonghan walked inside, looking around at the scenery. Very few people were wearing original costumes. Most were dressed in bedsheets as ghosts or togas.

“You sure we got the right costume?”

Jeonghan shot Joshua a look. “No one else is gonna have it.”

Suddenly, someone shouted from across the room, " I'm a dude. He’s a dude. She’s a dude. So we’re all dudes!”

A snort passed Joshua’s lips, and he waved, giving a thumbs up. Jeonghan gave him a smug look. “See?”

“Fine. This was the way to go.”

He adjusted the paper hat on his head before smoothing the striped blue and white shirt. Okay. So maybe Jeonghan's idea of being a Good Burger employee wasn’t a bad idea after all. As he got more comfortable in his skin, he opened up more to talk with the people at the party.

“Oh, you play the guitar?”

Joshua nodded as he sipped his drink. The guy slapped his back, causing his knees to buckle. “We always have a jam session in the quad in the afternoon. You should join us.”

“BAMBI!”

Joshua let out an audible groan.

Shit.

Mingyu pushed through; cheeks reddened from the alcohol. Joshua tried not to recoil from the smell of his breath. Wrapping his arm around Joshua, he waved his cup, slooshing the liquid all over the floor.

“Didn’t think you’d show up,” he slurred.

Joshua removed his arm, sidestepping away from him. “Uh. Yeah. I was invited.”

“Who’d invite you?”

“I did.”

Both men looked up as Y/N appeared, the growing crowd parting for her to pass. Joshua felt his heart still as she smiled at him.

“I’m happy you made it, Joshua,” she said.

“T-Thanks,” he gushed out.

Y/N gave him a nod of approval. “I like your costume.”

“I like yours too,” he said with a grin.

Feeling neglected, Mingyu glanced between the two, not liking how the conversation was going. He managed to get Seungcheol’s attention. Both men nodded, and devious grins appeared.

Y/N smiled at Joshua, cocking her head in the direction of the kitchen. “Wanna get a drink? There’s this jungle juice–”

Red liquid splashed over Joshua, covering him from head to toe. Laughter erupted around the room. Y/N looked shocked as Mingyu and Seongcheol bent over, shaking with laughter. The empty red cups were enough evidence for her.

“What the hell is wrong with you?!”

Mingyu snorted back a laugh, trying to look serious. “What? It was just a joke.”

Y/N shot Joshua with a sympathetic look as Jeonghan appeared, handing him a crumple of paper towels. Joshua tried to wipe off the liquid in vain, feeling the stickiness cover his skin. Trying to keep his cool, he walked up, heading up the stairs without a word. Y/N snarled as she punched Mingyu in the arm with a hiss. “You’re such an asshole, Mingyu!”

He shrugged, giving Seungcheol a fist bump. “Eh, what else is new.”

Shaking her head in disgust, she stormed off as everyone watched in awe.

Joshua found himself in a bathroom upstairs, trying to avoid getting the stain out of his shirt. Luckily, he ran into Woozi, who you called Jihoon before. That frat member was kind enough to tell him about the bathroom away from the crowd while he got himself together.

“Remember not to close the door all the way. The knob sticks.”

He threw the towel into the sink. It was useless—both the stain and possibly talking to Y/N.

“Maybe it’s just not meant to be,” he mumbled to his reflection. He couldn’t go back out there. It didn't look like that. He sighed heavily and sat on the toilet seat, a dark cloud hovering over him.

Jeonghan found Y/N quickly. She sat outside, away from the smokers, attempting to get some fresh air. He stepped closer until she noticed him standing near her.

“Hi. You’re Y/N, right?”

She looked up, guarded at first, as her brow quirked.

“Do I know you?”

Jeonghan stepped back, giving her some space. “I'm sorry. I’m Joshua's friend. You probably don't remember me, but we went to the same high school.”

“Oh,” she gave him a small smile. “Sorry, it’s just been kind of crazy tonight. What’s your name again?”

“Jeonghan,” he answered. “Listen, have you seen him? I’ve been looking for him for a while.”

“No, I was just about to go look myself.”

“He can’t be too far off. This house isn’t that big. Wanna help me find him?”

She nodded as he gave her room to walk. Just as Jeonghan turned, something fell from his pocket. Y/N paused, seeing the envelope with her name on it. She picked it up, twirling it between her hands.

“Jeonghan?”

“Hmm?”

She held up the envelope before his eyes. “Why do you have something with my name on it?”

Oh shit.

Jeonghan shrugged, letting out a scoff. “I didn’t drop that.”

Y/N crossed her hands over her chest, tapping her platform boots on the deck. “Oh really? So this just magically appeared before you?”

“Yep.”

“Are you serious?”

“Yep.”

Her eyes narrowed, looking it over. “Well then, it’s no big deal if I open it, right?”

“Yep–wait! No!”

Jeonghan lunged forward, tripping as he tried to grab the letter. Y/N pulled it out of reach with a smug look.

“So obviously, this means a lot to you, but it has my name on it.”

“D-Don’t read it! It’s not mine to give!”

She stared at him, waving it in front of his face. “Then who did?”

Jeonghan dropped his head in defeat. “It was Joshua,” he mumbled.

“What was that?”

“It was Joshua…he wrote it.”

Her eyes widened in surprise. Suddenly, the envelope felt heavier than usual. Should she open it? Something was always there in the few times she ran into Joshua. She wasn’t sure what it was, but she felt so much at ease in the little time she spent around him. It wasn’t like with her friends. She didn’t need to put on an act.

“Should I open it?”

Jeonghan wiped off the dirt from his costume as he stood up. “Honestly, it’s up to you, but whatever you decide involves you and Josh.”

Biting her lip, she glanced from Jeonghan to the envelope before sliding her finger under the flap. The notebook paper was stained with age, and the creases were deep from constant folding. The black ink was partially smeared on the paper as the words looped along the lines.

Her eyes scanned the words, silently reading them to herself. Jeonghan watched the emotions change on her face with interest. What could she be thinking? Y/N cleared her throat as she folded the paper and placed it in her pocket.

“Excuse me.”

She ran off back inside the house. Jeonghan secretly patted himself on the back.

Joshua, you owe me.

Y/N ran up the stairs, looking for anyone familiar. Towards the end of the hall, a door was propped open. She knocked on it gently, waiting for an answer. When none came, she stepped in to see Joshua leaning against the window, eyes closed.

“Joshua?”

His eyes fluttered open as his head turned toward his name. His jaw dropped when he saw her standing in front of him.

“Y/N?”

“Yeah. Are you okay?”

“Uh–”

Y/N started to close the door, looking at him with concern. “Are you sure?

“Wait!”

Y/N jumped in surprise just as the door shut behind her. Joshua tried catching the knob to no avail. Groaning, he leaned against the counter.

Y/N violently shook the doorknob, but the stubborn door did not budge. She gave a few sharp knocks, pausing to listen for any voices.

Nothing.

Joshua shook his head in disappointment. “Told ya.”

“Yeah. Thanks,” she snapped, leaning on the door.

Joshua scoffed as he stared at her in disbelief. “What’s your deal? It’s not my fault. I tried to warn you about it.” She sat against the sink with a defeated sigh, looking anywhere but at Joshua. But he didn’t warn her.

“So we’re stuck?”

“Yep. I doubt anyone will come this way. The party is loud enough they won’t hear the knocks or us.”

“Lovely,” she said, rubbing her eyes.

He glanced at her curiously. “Not to be rude, but what are you doing here?”

Y/N gave him a stern look. “Duh, looking for you.”

“Why?”

“Well–”

“Felt bad about your boyfriend spilling his drink on me?”

She could hear the hurt in his voice. “He’s not my boyfriend, Joshua. You know that.”

“Do I? Wasn’t this some ploy to mock me?” His tone was accusatory.

Y/N’s jaw dropped in shock. “What? No! Why on earth would you think that?”

He shrugged, fiddling with the buttons of his shirt. “I don’t know. People suck.”

“You think I’m like them?”

Joshua met her gaze, seeing the sadness in her eyes. He was projecting, and he knew it. In frustration, he ran his hands through his hair. “No. No, I never thought that. I’m sorry, Y/N.”

“It’s okay. I understand. People do suck. Maybe I was like them before, but I don’t wanna be like them anymore.”

He nodded in understanding. “That’s mature of you.”

“Hardly.”

The quiet fell between them, with only the muffled sound of the music in the background. Y/N pulled the letter out of her pocket and opened it up.

“It may sound silly, but nothing else seemed to matter when you walked into my life. I spent so much time wondering how or when I’d speak to you. If I ever shared a space with you, I’d thank the stars for this opportunity.”

Joshua felt the blood drain from his face. She had his letter! How? Why?

“Y/N–”

A small smile appeared on her face as she put the letter away. “You wrote this when we were in high school?”

Instantly, the blood rushed to his face as he tried to hide his expression. “It…embarassing enough as is. I didn’t mean–”

Her lips pressed to his, stopping him midsentence. Joshua’s eyes widened in surprise, and his limbs stiffened. It took a few moments for his brain to catch up when he finally kissed her back, wrapped his hands around her waist, and pulled her close. His heart hammered loudly, and he swore he could hear hers, too. It seemed like hours passed before they broke apart. Y/N blinked a few times, trying to catch her breath.

“I never do that.” does he mean he never would have done that?

“D-Do you regret it?”

She shook her head with a laugh. “No. No, I don’t. You’re a great kisser.”

“As are you,” he answered with a smile.

“Joshua–”

The door to the bathroom crashed open, breaking them apart. Jeonghan, Seungcheol, and Mingyu stood in the doorway in shock.

“Thank goodness Woozi said where you were.”

Mingyu stepped forward with a snarl, pointing at them.

“So what's this?”

Y/N let out an exasperated sigh. “What are you talking about, Mingyu?”

“You two together?”

“Why do you care? We’re not, so anything I do has nothing to do with you.”

His jaw clenched as he stepped towards her. Joshua pushed himself between them as Mingyu stared hard at him.

“Bambi, move.”

“Don’t call me that, Mingyu. You’re being an ass. Stop while you’re still ahead.”

Mingyu shoved Joshua, who staggered back. Y/N grabbed Mingyu’s arm. “What is wrong with you?! Have you lost your mind?”

Mingyu yanked his arm away as Y/N was pushed back. Jeonghan and Seungcheol tried to grab Mingyu when Joshua swung, his fist connecting with his cheek with a dull thud. Mingyu fell against Seungcheol with a groan. Jeonghan looked at each man in surprise.

“Shit. Nice job, Joshua.”

He hissed, shaking his fist, and pushed past the group, walking away. Y/N placed her hand on Jeonghan’s arm. “I’ll go.”

It didn’t take long for her to catch up with him.

“Joshua,” she called.

He stopped walking and turned towards her. Looking down at the ground, he sighed. “Sorry. I just needed to get out of there. Are you okay?”

“I’m not glass. I’m pretty tough,” she answered with a smile.

He laughed, shaking his head. “I don’t doubt it.”

Y/N paused before speaking. “I like you, Joshua, before the letter. I was just too scared to say something,” she explained.

“And now?”

Y/N felt the warmth crept into her cheeks. “I think my kiss was proof enough.”

He took her hand into his, giving it a gentle squeeze.

“I think we deserve to get ourselves some breakfast. What do you think?”

Y/N stood on her tiptoes, wrapping her arms around his neck. A grin appeared on her face. “Only if you’re treating.”

He chuckled, placing another soft kiss on her lips. “Deal.”

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dedenneblogs · 6 months

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HEARTBREAK HIGH S2 ANALYSIS PART 1 (buckle up this is going to be a doozy)

so... it's out (the trailer).

youtube

my excitement cannot be expressed...

BUTT! today, i will be doing my iconic mouse analysis of this trailer (this is actually the first time im doing something like this so it's not rlly iconic BUTT it will be soon) with the most comprehensive inspection i can using under 2 minutes of video as a basis....

with that said lets

BEGIN!

the heartbreak highers are back for another "cursed" term....

so glad to see the trio back in action. like. actually so happy. MIGHT explode from excitement... as always, their outfits slaylay.

the boyfriends... friends? boys? BUGS??? found out on hh s2!

these goons are back... gayer then ever,,, seriously. when will these two have an episode long make out 'sesh? unlikely, to much dismay....spoiler alert...you'll see....

MISSY!!!!! and sasha, i guess

SPOILER ALERT AGAINNNN missy looks like she'll be more prominent in this season so...WIN!!!!

also why is she mewing who is rizzing up

and new on the the chopping block-- Rowan Callaghan!

we'll get to rowan when we get to rowan

in other (more important) news-- SHE'S HEALING! HARPER IS HEALING!!!

i... *sobs* i she's growing her hair out oh my GAW...... she's getting better...she... there's a lower chance she'll cock-block amerie (oh but she'll get cock [spoiler-- again!])

butt let's not celebrate just yet-- it's still "everyone hates amerie" up in this joint, smellas

may as well... shot them. huh. well. pop off, i suppose... (amerie asserts her right to bear arms-- truly patriotic coming from an aussie!)

...touché coming from the (still) most hated student in heartly who only adds salt to the wound by... using the pink 'ildo from s1 as a mic... chat... she's lost it.

(unrelated but in the background-- MISSY AND MALAKAI!!! they were building up a relationship between them in s1 and how she and her brother (i think? 'memory's fuzzy) helped him heal from the shit he had to go through in s1 and even better connect him with his aboriginal roots. i hope to see more of these two interact come april 11th and i binge the whole season)

ALSO also ANOTHER new character-- Zoe Clarke!

we will ALSo get to zoe when we get to zoe

anywho-- cue: AMERIE'S ONLINE HARASSMENT ARC! becuz every show needs one...unfortunately. Give a cold welcome to Bird Psycho, heartbreak highers (we will get to bird psycho when we get to bird psycho)

(who ever is doing this shit is a bitch but either way: "you dont get to be the hero" shut your goofy ass up)

oh that's gore. that's core of my comfort character.

ok so maybe this bird psycho cuck isnt fucking around because clearly he's gotten to our girl ams :(

(dw they uh...take her out for ice cream. after this. proabably.)

moving foward-- STAND BACK I SAID STAND BACK WEIRD GIRL QUINNI

oughh im gonna be sick. of course. OF COURSE SHE WOULD GO FULL SHERLOCK HOLMES TO HELP HER BESTIE.

yeah anyways with this in mind she'd totally try and crack the fnaf lore wouldn't she. wouldn't she.

she's slay she's girlboss but at the end of the day she's a weirdo

anywho nuff of my rambling there--

ominous of you to say zoe

BUT ENOUGH OF HER CA$$HHHHHHHHHHHH

ca$h omg eshay eshay eshay pspspspsp,,,

i am so happy to see him (spoiler alert for 2 secs throughout the whole trailer) but anywho remeber? remeber right he's in prison. but seems to be doing okay... (maybe for the best heartly drama is really coming to a boiling point)

and-- oh. uh... chicken dumbell... okay... pop off, missy...

when i said i wanted more missy i didnt expect this

spider seems to be into tho maybe what ??1/1/111.1/?!??!/1/1/1

missy x spider was NOT on my bingo card

WHEN MISSY SAID SHE WAS STARTING TO LIKE WHITE BOYS I DIDNT THINK SHE MEANT THIS.

BUUTTTttttt-- i. am. down. for. it... somehow. frankly, spider needs someone to put him in his place and low and behold, missy seems to be the student to do so..........

hey. if they're both happy with their...chicken dumbells, i am too.

amerie dont be alarmed but there's a white boy to your right

in other news this love triangle scares the diarrhea out of me

look at them. they're the perfect couple (malakai x amerie 4life) and rowan is--

well he's a nice boy but cmon

LOOK AGAIN IM DOWN FOR THEM TO BE HAPPY BUTT when it comes in between THE BEST SHIP IN THE SHOW (looks at amerie x spider shippers with affectionate disdain) i draw the line.

but who knows? rowan seems nice enough, and if he's able to make amerie happy, let them have each other! <3

also knowing malakai's track record i wouldn't put it past him to get freaky with rowan too (threesome attempt 2??? actually no wait thats a horrible idea NEVERMIND [gets s1 ep4 flashbacks])

also also "classic love triangle" scene gives major "erm...well this is akward!" vibes from ams (we stan cringey amerie in this household tho)

and well. shart. max limit of 30 photos. oh well-- ill make a second part! tune in for the update heartbreak highers :3

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royallyprincesslilly · 1 year

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Title: Trauma: Hysteria {3-4 Shot} ** {1}

Title: Trauma: Hysteria {3-4 Shot}

Lewis Hamilton x Reader GF

Content Warning: Trauma, Language, Violence, Injury, Angst, 18+ Mature Content, NSFW, Smut, Creative Liberties Taken, Drama,

Triggers: Emotional and Mental Trauma Due to Injury, Violence,

Words: 3.5K

Summary: Racing has always been dangerous, you knew that, and after over 10 years in his career Lewis has never had a serious injury. Until today.

Note: As a heads up I've taken plenty of creative liberties here in this Work of FICTION. However, if you're feeling like you wanna fight or argue over it, come on then.

As always, thank you for reading. I appreciate it!

If you enjoyed this, please, LIKE, COMMENT, REBLOG!!

***NOT Edited/Proofread AT ALL***

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The soft press of his lips against yours made the hairs on the back of your neck rise.

“Mm.”

You could feel Lewis smile against you. “I love how you react to me,” he whispered.

Slipping your hand between your bodies you rubbed your palm against the hardening mass pressed against your stomach.

“And I love how you react to me,” you replied.

Lewis groaned then pulled away from you.

“I do not need a situation right now, Y/N,” he said as he walked around the kitchen island.

“What? You can dish it out, but you can’t take it?”

He shook his head at your mischievousness.

“Watch yourself,” Lewis warned with a playful smirk.

You smiled then went back to putting the finishing touches on the fruit salad you were making the both of you. Grabbing the whipped cream bottle, you swirled a generous helping on top then slid a bowl to him.

“Bon Appetite my love.”

You bent your head back and squeezed the nozzle, filling your mouth with the creamy sweet goodness.

“Mmm.”

You met his eyes across the island. He was intently staring at your mouth as you ate the whipped cream.

“What?”

“You have uh--,” Lewis began nudging his head to you before he tapped the corner of his mouth.

“I made a mess?”

Lewis bit his bottom lip, your words clearly affecting him. Slinking your tongue out, you darted it to the corner of your mouth then over your bottom lip. Slowly you licked your lips all the while never taking your eyes off of his.

“Did I get it all?”

You repeated your actions then bit your bottom lip before sucking it into your mouth.

“Yeah?”

Lewis bolted up and within seconds he’d rounded the island and hoisted you onto it. Forgotten was your fruit salad as it was pushed to the side where the whipped cream began to melt.

“What’re you doing?”

“Clearly giving you what you want.”

Lewis tipped his tongue out then licked your lips before plunging his tongue into your mouth for one of the most sensual kisses you’d ever experienced. It didn’t take long for him to have you moaning as his hands explored your body. First, he trailed along your spine with his fingertips, then, when he reached your tailbone his large hands gripped the curves of your ass and kneaded the supple flesh there.

“Mmm,” Lewis grumbled against the sensitive flesh of your neck.

“Your body was made for me, princess.”

You smiled and cocked your head to the side. “Oh was it?”

To prove his point, Lewis brought his hand between your body to cup your sex. A breathy gasped escaped you as your head flung back. Lewis took advantage by biting down on the overly sensitive spot where your neck and shoulder met.

“Fuck!”

“Mm, see. I barely touched you babygirl.”

“Barely,” you whispered.

Your body was on high alert and the need for him took over everything. Crashing your lips to his you took control from him. slowly you swirled your tongue around his then nibbled on his bottom lip. His moan sent goosebumps along your flesh and moisture between your thighs.

Lewis quickly gathered you in his arms and walked through your home. With every step you stripped one another leaving a trail of clothes behind. When he pressed your back onto the bed you both were desperate for one another. Lewis traced his lips down the center of your body, leaving a fiery trail of need wherever he went. When his lips wrapped around your aching nipple, you were whimpering from the need to have more of him, and he loved it. You could tell.

“Don’t whine babygirl, use your words,” Lewis taunted as his fingers tweaked your other nipple while his breath caressed you and cooled the moisture he’d left behind on your left nipple.

“Le--.”

Using his teeth he rolled your nipple between them bringing you even more pleasure.

“Lewis!”

“Mm, yes princess.”

As he waited for your reply his lips continued to wreak havoc on you. As you tried to formulate words your back arched off of the bed, thighs spread wider and wider silently begging him to put you out of your misery. When words failed you Lewis upped the ante by swirling his thumb around your swollen clit. Again a breathy gasp fell from your lips.

“Damn princess, I’ve hardly touched you and you’re already so wet for me.”

You bucked your hips hoping to force his hand to give you more than feather lite touches but he in the nick of time, he yanked his hand away.

“No shortcuts. Use your words.”

Your frustrated groan was his reply and the smile on his lips said he loved how on edge you were.

“I need you.”

“What do you need?”

You reached for his hand and brushed the backs of his fingers across your sex. You watched him bite his bottom lip as he watched you use his fingers to stimulate yourself. When he didn’t pull away you took things a step further and lined up two of his fingers with your entrance. Slowly you slipped them inside of you. You’d intended to take things slow but the first feel of him inside of you changed everything.

Upon the first few thrusts, your eyes were rolled to the back of your head, however when your breathing quickened his fingers withdrew.

“Words babygirl.”

Your eyes met his and you watched him dip down to drop a kiss right over your clit.

“Fuck, fuck me Lewis. Fuck me now!”

“Just like that? No please, no foreplay?”

You were so ready to just kick him off of you and finish the job yourself, but you also knew your release wouldn’t be as satisfying. He must have known what you thought because his smirk was sinister. The fucker knew it for sure.

“You’re the one with limited time,” you said raising your foot to rub against his hardened need.

“Mm, you’re right which means it is entirely up to you on if I take my time and make you see stars or fuck you mercilessly, and thoroughly until you can’t sit comfortably for the rest of the day.”

Just like that fresh wetness pooled between your thighs. You smirked because the man really thought that was a threat. You brought your hand between your thighs and continued where his fingers left off.

“Who would be the one sitting uncomfortably in a tight car for hours with a hard dick with no way to relieve himself with this image in his mind?”

You saw the moment he realized the truth of your words and it was your turn to smile sinisterly. Lewis licked his lips and shifted no doubt trying to relieve the tightness in his underwear. He’d reached critical levels. His eyes dropped to your hand as they mesmerized him long enough for you to shiver as your release crept closer.

“Feels so good baby,” you moaned.

Lewis stood then peeled off his boxer-briefs allowing you to bask in the glory of his perfectly toasted skin that told the story of his life, hopes and dreams. As your eyes glided over his frame your mouth watered. He was perfection and he was all yours. The bed dipped from his weight was he lowered his face to where you wanted him the most. Lewis moved your hand then wrapped his lips around your fingers, sucking them clean.

With your eyes locked he inched your desire for him higher than you thought possible. When you pulled your fingers from his mouth he lowered his face to your core but you snapped your thighs shut.

“Use your words baby,” you taunted.

Lewis scoffed then pried your thighs apart pressing them back onto the bed leaving you spread wide for him.

“Mercilessly and thoroughly it is.”

Before you could respond, Lewis buried his face between your legs and set the pace within seconds. As you whimpered, moaned, and shivered he licked, sucked, and nibbled your sex sending tumultuous jolts of pleasure and pain through you. It was a combination both of you were addicted to. As you writhed on the bed his grip on your thighs tightened restricting your movements even further.

It didn’t take long for your body to quiver and shake and as you came for the first time, Lewis slammed into you delivering on option one of making you see stars.

“Fuuuck!”

“Whose pussy is this, princess?”

His whisper against the shell of your ear only heightened the sensations going through your body.

“Yours,” you whispered back.

“Mine?”

Your eyes locked once again, and you nodded. “Forever yours.”

Pleasure and pain melded together bringing you to complete delirium, but you weren’t the only one who was crippled. Lewis was right there with you.

~~~~~~

An hour later, true to his word, you sat behind the scenes uncomfortably. Every move you made only sent spasms of soreness through you. The joints of your shoulders ached from him holding your arms above your head as he plowed into you with perfect precision. Your hips panged with discomfort from him keeping your spread wide for him so he could watch himself slide in and out of you. Every time you moved the soreness between your legs had you sighing. He’d shown no mercy and had definitely gotten the job done thoroughly.

“Are you okay?”

Toto’s face was filled with concern as he sat beside you.

“Yeah, yeah I’m okay.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes. Just sore from a crazy workout yesterday. Tried something new and clearly went too hard too soon,” you lied.

He nodded and you hoped he believed it. How embarrassing would it be if he suspected the real reason you thought to yourself.

“He’s looking good today,” Toto added.

You nodded as you looked at the TV screen. “He sure does. He’s held his spot for more than forty laps now.”

“If he keeps up like this and I suspect he will, it’s looking like P1,” Toto said.

Excitement filled you because you’d thought the same thing ten laps ago. He more than deserved P1. In your excitement you bounced completely forgetting about the condition of your nether parts. A small hiss escaped you which brought a few pairs of eyes of concern to you.

“I’m fine.”

“Rough workout,” Toto filled in.

You pinched your lips together stifling a laugh. The man had no idea how true those words were.

You eagerly watched the screen getting more and more excited for Lewis the closer the final lap came. He was keeping it tight with George backing him up in second keeping a tight hold on their sports. They truly were the dream team and worked so well together.

Twenty laps later George and Lewis still had the race on lock even though there had been several attempts made by Red Bull to overtake them. Some rightful but most underhanded and purely dangerous. You were filled with so much angst at this point. You’d watched several close calls that could have ended badly for both George and Lewis.

However, it was on lap twenty-three you blew up. Having seen the move before it happened, you watched as Red Bull’s No.1 did a nasty swerve on the turn which clearly looked like he was intentionally going for Lewis’ front wheel as he tried to pass him. It was only thanks to Lewis’ quick instincts and sheer talent as a driver that he outmaneuvered him and kept his lead while blocking him out.

“What the fuck was that!?”

You shot to your feet, ignoring the ache in your body.

Everyone around you in the Mercedes section chastised the move right along with you.

“How is he still on the track? Toto that wasn’t the first time!”

“I know. I’ll be back.”

You watched him hurry off and knew he was going to where the commissioners were. You remained standing as you watched the rest of the race with bated breath. Lewis was holding the number 1 spot, but Red Bull’s No.1 was now in second with George rounding out third. The anger in you was steadily rising as No.1 continued his attempts at passing Lewis. Within six laps, he’d attempted at least eight dangerous and most likely illegal overtakes all in an effort to intimidate Lewis.

You didn’t know how he managed to remain so calm and focused because if it had been you, you knew you would have gotten petty and said fuck the race, we just gonna square up now. This short fuse for bullshit was the reason why you drove with a baseball bat right at your side and also the reason Lewis preferred you not drive without him riding shotgun.

The sounds coming from the seats confirmed you weren’t the only one who was pissed off by his antics. Everyone was letting it be known that this was unacceptable. You walked toward where Toto was genuinely worried at why nothing had been done. Toto saw you coming and greeted you halfway.

“What is happening?”

“They won’t stop the race. They want to let it play out.”

“They won’t?”

“They can’t. Regulations,” Toto said.

“Regulations?”

You walked around him ready to tell these old ass bastards exactly what you thought of this bullshit. As you walked, you kept one eye on the TV screen and that was when it happened. It was the final lap and with barely a mile left. Lewis was in lead but in the blink of an eye everything went sideways.

No.1 made a dangerous swerve out of formation colliding with the side wheel of Lewis’ car sending him swerving but he quickly recovered only to have No.1 overbear him grinding the side of his car with Lewis’ before ramming hard sending Lewis in a spin out. You gasped and watched on in horror. Because that wasn’t enough, No.1 rammed his back which backfired on him as a fire instantly started under his hood.

Your heart stopped as you watched on and everything from there played in slow motion. The fire caught Lewis’ car sending the two cars in the smoke until you watched them both zip over the finish line, No.1’s first. Lewis’ car reared off the track into a flip before ramming into the side of the course, right along with No.1’s car.

All around you chaos rang out. Tens of people ran onto the track. You thought you were among them, but you quickly realized you weren’t. You were instead struggling in Toto’s arms as he held you back keeping you away from the chaos.

Your throat burned from the force of your screams. You begged Toto to let you go so you could get to Lewis, but he refused. No matter how hard you tried you couldn’t move. All you could do was watch as fire crews worked to put out the fire while getting Lewis out. Once the fire was out Toto let you go. It was just in time for you to watch them load Lewis onto a stretcher and into the back of an ambulance. Rage filled you as you watched the ambulance speed off without you in it. You screamed out then turned barreling toward Red Bull’s area. The amount of red you saw; you were surprised you found your way at all.

As you made your way through the crowd several people tried to stop you, but none dared touch you when your eyes landed on them. Instead, they made way for you. Once you got him in your sights you balled your fists. He sat in a chair with his head down in his hands. Suddenly he stood and locked eyes with you. He barely had a scratch on him which made you angrier.

Before he could speak you swung at him with the right hook Lewis had taught you. You watched him drop as everyone around you tried to get to you but none of them touched you. As he stood again, you swung on him again this time connecting with his nose. A satisfying crunch filled the air around you and it made the pain in your hand that much more worth it.

When he stood again blood oozed from his nose, but he didn’t speak.

“What the fuck were you thinking!? What’s wrong with you!?”

He clenched his jaw but didn’t respond.

“Are you that much of a jealous hating little fuck that you can’t win fair, you have to pull this shit!? This is how you win you little fuck!?”

“Y/N!”

You heard Toto’s voice before he pulled you back.

“Stop; the cameras.”

“I don’t give a fuck. He needs to hear this. He needs to know what a small insignificant piece of shit he is. He’s a shit driver with an even shitter personality. He’s so insecure in his talentless ass that he’s jealous of one of this world's kindest and least problematic people. Why?! No one respects you like they do Lewis, and no one values you as an athlete because you’re a pretty child and will never be as good as him.”

The entire time you screamed your words, he didn’t even try to defvend himself because he knew what you spoke was true. The whole time Toto tried to hold you back as you got it all off your chest. You didn’t give a shit that the cameras were rolling. This was simply principle. This man had gone after what was yours and no one got away with shit like that.

“Y/N!”

You pulled away and raised your hands indicating you were finished.

“I swear on everything in this world that means anything to me, everything that I hold dear and everything you hold dear, if he isn’t okay I am going to make it my life’s goal to absolutely ruin you and everything you have!”

For emphasis you raised you knee and kneed him in the balls, sending him to his knees. Before you could do more, your bodyguard lifted you and threw you over his shoulder before he walked off.

“Watch your ass No.1!”

You should have felt better but as you were carried off you only got angrier and angrier. By the time you were set back on your feet you were shaking from your rage. Everyone around you was doing damage control. The commissioners were talking with Toto probably trying to smooth things over, the team was busy dealing with the car, the team’s PR was dealing with the press, and you were pacing in a room as you waited to be able to see Lewis who was in the middle of an investigative interview about the incident.

You itched to see him, ached to touch him to see for yourself that he truly was all right as Toto had reported thirty minutes ago. You didn’t believe it and you couldn’t relax until you confirmed it yourself. Your anger had subsided, but your body still shook and the more you shook the more on edge you felt. After two hours you’d significantly deteriorated. The podium reveal didn’t happen because of the events but the results came out that Lewis would claim P1, George P2 while No.1 would take the L and drop to last place.

It was nearly enough. You wanted to see him fucked over. It was one thing to be competitive but entirely another when you were reckless and intentionally put other people’s lives at risk. It’s a fucking sport. Your stomach was in knots and your throat tight from unshed tears. You were working overtime to keep your emotions capped because you knew if the top came off you’d fall apart.

“Y/N.”

You spun around to find Toto standing in the doorway. One look at your face and he crossed the room to you.

“How are you holding up?”

You pushed everything to the side and stood taller. “Fine. How is he?”

Toto didn’t look convinced.

“I mean it,” you placated.

Nodding he rubbed the back of his neck. “I can take you to him now.”

“Let’s go.”

You walked beside Toto as he led you to Lewis. The crowds had lessened but everything was still chaotic. As you passed embers of Lewis’ team they all looked at you and gave respectful nods before they began clapping one by one until every one of them applauded you. You knew what you’d done was probably against F1 rules and regulations and conduct codes, but you didn’t give a shit and clearly they all agreed with what you’d done.

“They respect you for doing what each of them have probably wanted to do in their time here,” Toto explained.

You scoffed. “I’d do it again. F1 can’t touch me.”

Toto smirked. “I’m happy he has you.”

Toto stopped outside of a room then he looked at you trying to gauge if you were ready. You took a few breaths trying to prepare yourself for what you’d come face to face with in the room. When you looked at Toto he gave you a reassuring smile. When you nodded he opened the door.

{To Be Continued….}

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hana-no-seiiki · 1 year

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YAN! REINCARNATING LOVE INTEREST x READER ( ft. YAN! REINCARNATING LOVE RIVAL + YAN! SECOND LEAD BRAINROT / CONCEPT )

I legitimately could not stomach waking up and separating from this wild dream I had about this so…

These ocs have already been posted about before I just haven’t given them appearances and tbh I didn’t like Yan! Love Interest that much before but seeing as how HOT he is in my dreams I’m just like 🙇🏻‍♂️ my apologies have this post dedicated to you king

warnings: mentions of prostitution, classicism, elitism, aliens, mentions of seggs.

this post is for readers 16 and above, otherwise dni

In this scenario we have YAN! LOVE INTEREST. He’s loved you since time immemorial. He has lost all sense of affection for the world and everything in it since he was trapped in this wicked cycle. That is, everything but you.

You held no memories of your past lives and thus changed quite a lot in the ones that followed but even then he fell hard each time.

The lives I remember from my dreams are as follows:

LIFE NUMERO UNO

YAN ! LOVE INTEREST is head over heels for you. It’s been a few lives since he started remembering everything that happened before as such he’s still not as yan as he currently is.

This is set around “ancient japan” but like anime/genshin ancient japan cause he has pink hair and the prettiest ruby eyes I’m-

Anyways he’s arranged to marry his cousin who happens to be YAN! LOVE RIVAL. She’s also super pretty but unfortunately does not retain her memories like he does.

In my dreams he gets drunk, flirts with her and ends up biting her lips while he has her underneath him. YAN! LOVE RIVAL is just relieved he’s starting to move on from you but oop what does he whisper in her ears? Your name.

(Note: After this incident, YAN! LOVE INTEREST now never gets drunk without your or trusty YAN! SECOND LEAD presence around to anchor him. That and he doesn’t drink that often anymore since stalking you has become a much more uh- fulfilling vice)

Furious she goes over to your residence and you come from a new money sort of family which impressed her since she thought you’d be some pretty peasant or ‘hostess’ from a ditch somewhere.

And when she sees you she’s just like “God damn.” (for some reason her exchange with you went down in Korean in my dream-)

In that life you were a refined lady. Literally everything she idolized in YAN! LOVE INTEREST, but better. You carried yourself with such elegance and had a such an entrancing temperament that she immediate forgets what she was angry about. Also YAN! LOVE RIVAL is a bit of a face con so you bet she thought you were beautiful af.

…

You two end up fucking like animals that it alerts the entire noble world. Eventually leading to your execution.

From that life onward YAN! LOVE INTEREST swore to enact vengeance on all of YAN! LOVE RIVAL’s lives for your sake. Not knowing his family is the reason you died in the first place ( and. yan! love rival did her best to save you )

LIFE NUMERO DOS

This life is set in highschool (ish) where you and YAN! LOVE INTEREST have recently broken up due to rumors of him cheating on you arising. At least that’s what you told him. The truth was that you learnt he was getting married to YAN! LOVE RIVAL and decided you weren’t going to be part of this drama like at all.

In this life you don’t interact much with the YANs because oh shit aliens have invaded and now you’re in a survival game.

Told ya this dream was wild.

Anyways this life follows the typical Infinite Flow/Quick Transmigration format and has you traveling different universes to accrue points and well, survive.

While you’re out here suffering, YAN! LOVE INTEREST just immediately gets an S-rank due to his reincarnations and memories. You learn to hug the golden thigh and got back with him solely for the sake of staying alive.

Once you got to the same ranking as him you dump him to get with SECOND LEAD.

You underestimated how petty this man could be so in a last ditch attempt to have you in the end, YAN! LOVE INTEREST turns back time with the help of YAN! LOVE RIVAL to make you pay.

BUT THE PLOT THICKENS AS YOU DONT LOSE YOUR MEMORIES AFTER THE TIME REVERSAL.

AND IT’S JUST MIND GAMES AFTER MIND GAMES.

Anyways to HEAD-CANNONS !

Each character could look vastly different in each life but have identifiers you can point out from em. YAN! LOVE INTEREST always has red eyes that glow when he has menacing plans. They’re also unlike my other yan! oc eve are hella blank. super flat, reminiscent of kafka’s eyes in the opening of HSR. Also he’s usually a short king.

YAN! LOVE RIVAL always has purple/pink eyes. Is usually femme and has wavy hair. In comparison to LOVE INTEREST’s eyes, hers are always sparkly and full of life.

YAN! SECOND LEAD has blue eyes reminiscent of the sky. Fashion icon. You’ll never see him in crappy drip.

You can also pretty much identify them from their personalities. YAN! LOVE INTEREST is super flirty, often hypersexual and horny. He’s the most sadistic bitch I’ve ever written. He yearns for blood as much as he yearns to fuck you.

YAN! LOVE RIVAL is prissy, entitled and deliciously cruel. Somehow is always rich in every life, whether it’s new, old or lucky money.

YAN! SECOND LEAD is a clean freak. He usually either hates you at first or is indifferent. There’s actually a life where YAN! LOVE INTEREST confused him for you, and this led to YAN! LOVE INTEREST literally selling you to prostitution. SECOND LEAD saved your ass and you end up living happily together for the rest of that life as LOVE INTEREST was too busy dying out of guilt.

YAN! SECOND LEAD’s danger as a yandere mostly stems from how subtle it is. Manipulation king. Sometimes he doesn’t even know it, but he’s already making you hate the other two and come to him for comfort.

Have I mentioned how cute YAN! LOVE INTEREST is? He genuinely loves you to the moon and beyond, but because of the reincarnations he’d slowly gone insane. Your early lives together were diabetes inducingly cute. Mostly of him shirking his responsibility to be with you. If this post goes well I’m definitely drawing these three god im horknee for this man.

But for some reason despite literally having lives of experience fucking you (and him) as every gender/sex somehow YAN! LOVE RIVAL is the most physically compatible with you.

Honestly, if these three set aside their differences they’d make a great poly relationship with you. Unfortunately they hate each other too much for that to happen 😭

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silent-raven13 · 10 months

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Miles' work husband

Hobby casually walking with Pavtri and Gwen, the three finished a mission from a world filled with fairies. So they were covered in pixie dust that got Gwen sniffing like crazy. "AH-CHOO! Ugh, man! This is worse than pollen!" She sniffs feeling terrible.

"Oh no, you need some allergy medication?" Pavtri asked with worry, "Maybe we should go to Med-Bay and get some pills."

"AH-CHOO!" Gwen sneezed next to Hobie. Luckily they were all wearing all their Spidey mask, which was bad for Gwen. All her snot and spit went her mask making Pavtri give a disgusted look.

Hobie gave a stank expression under his mask. YUCK! "Aye, you good, Gwendy?"

Gwen groans, "UGH! This is so gross. I'm going to Med-Bay. I need some allergy pills!" She remove her masks showing her upper lip being wet.

"Maybe go to the bathroom first, because that looks really nasty." Pavtri hums at her trying to be kind.

"Yeah, I should." She cover her lower face feeling grossed out and embarrassed about it. "God, I wish Kaine was here! At least, I know he would warned me about that place!"

"Oh yeah, he has a cute fanny pack now!" Pavtri giggles.

Hobie's arched his left eyebrow being curious about this new Spider-man. "Kaine?"

"Oh, he's recently new to HQ- um, I'll go wash up. Pav, give Hobie the TEA and DON'T TELL HIM ABOUT WHAT THE PEEPS ARE SAYING ABOUT HIM AND... mm-mmm!" Gwen left at that, she rushes through the restroom.

"OHHHHH! OKAY!" Pavtri nodded at this being excited about sharing some sweet gossip.

Hobie being a laid back person, he never cared about other people business or their own drama in Spider Society. Also, Pavtri always keeps the punker well informed about everything going on HQ. The bubbly guy is an encyclopedia of every Spider-men and their drama. He can tell which Spider-man ate a blueberry muffin at the cafeteria at twelve in the afternoon.

"So," Pavtri's voice broke Hobie's train of thought. The punker finally looks at his friend with interest. "Kaine Parker is a clone of Peter Parker! He was one of the first clones before Ben Riley, and he's so nice! I mean, really really nice!"

"Okay? How does he look?"

"His suit is sort of like Miles' color scheme, black and red. Mostly red." Pavtri said, "As his face? Hmm, I dunno know how he looks. I heard he had a defect so part of his face is disfigured and he's very self conscious about it."

"Ah, poor lad." Hobie simply said.

"Yeah! He's a sweet guy! You should meet him! He's into a lot of nerd stuff like Lord of the Rings, Star trek or Starwars." Pavtri happily ramble, "And he's so awkward, too. I'm glad he got Miles to help him out on missions."

"Miles know him?" Hobie casually asked, he wasn't jealous... yet. He learned to not get his insecurities get the best of him.

"Yeah, they work on the same schedule, and they tend to always team up. I'm surprised you haven't seen him! He's always around here hanging out, and helping as much as he can."

"Sounds like a nice mate."

"Oh yeah!" Pavtri kept talking without thinking about what he was going to say, "Everyone knows him, so you gotta meet him. Him and Miles also does this funny handshake every time they meet."

"So they're friends?" Hobie asked, his magazine body turning into a muted yellow being curious about this. He's okay, no jealousy here.

"Huh uh, everyone thinks they are funny together, even on missions they get each other." The wavy haired Spider-man giggles at the memories, "It's no wonder they called each other work husbands-OPP!." He quickly slap his mouth shut by his own words leaving him out.

"What?" Hobie's whole body turned into a dark grey mixed with red alerted fonts.

"NOTHING!" Pavtri quickly meep.

"Pav, mate...'" Hobie creepily sway himself like a snake to meet his friend's eyes, "What did you say?"

Pavtri nervously stood holding his breath, damn he sometimes wish he sew his mouth shut. Hobie always reacts like this. Oh why he couldn't keep quiet!

Without a second heartbeat Gwen came to the rescue, she came with paper towels wiping her wet hands from using the restroom. Her face refreshed and clean from snot, "Gwen! Oh thank Brahma!" Pavtri quickly hides behind her with a small whisper. "I'm sorry."

"Wha?" Her blue eyes look back and forth between her friend, "PAV, you didn't!" She hissed as she noticed Hobie turning red with black fonts flashing through him.

"I'm sorry! I didn't-" Hobie cut them arguing, "Gwendy, what is going on?"

"Uhhh.... nothing, heh?" Gwen stood nervously with Pavtri hugging her.

"Gwen. Pavtri." A warning sound from their Hobie which they never heard his voice deep and it was rare for him to use their names! "What. Is. Going. On?" His dark eyes on them.

"Uhhhhh...." Gwen looks down the floor to the open space of the hallway, "promise you won't get mad?"

"Mm...." He saw them waiting for him to make the promise. "Fine. I promise." His black and red colors on his were showing more seeing he was frustrated.

Gwen and Pavtri look at each other then decided to tell him. "Okay, so Kaine and Miles been on missions and hanging out for a while...."

"I heard." Hobie crosses his arms across his chest feeling upset.

"So everyone that worked with them since they are friends... they like to say they are each other work husbands... heh." Gwen slowly said.

"Work husbands? And what is that?" Hobie scowls a bit already having a foul mood.

"It's like having a husband, but at work! They just work so well on missions, Hobie. Everyone makes fun of them being so sync- there's nothing wrong with having a bit fun! Hobie, we swear him and Miles are-" Gwen saw Hobie walking off already jealous. "Ah, shit! Pav, I told you to stay quiet about this!" She walks to follow Hobie before the punker does anything ridiculous.

"I'm sorry! But what did you expect! I'm always talking!" Pav defend himself. He follows her with a panic in his mind. "You don't think he'll get upset!"

"Gawd, I hope not!" She said out loud as they follow Hobie.

Hobie follows his watch where he sync with his beloved Sunflower. The moment he got to a room where a lot of Spider-heroes appeared from their portals, he saw Miles coming out of the portal with a Spider-man wearing red and black.

"Wow, man. That was such an awesome world! I didn't know we had to learn magic!" Miles laughs along side the Spider-man.

"Right! The fight with the orcs! I never thought it would be so much fun!" Kaine laughs along being taller than Miles, possibly the same height as Hobie, but with more muscle. The guy accidentally tripped, "OPP!"

"I gotcha man!" Miles quickly caught Kaine in his arms and they were laughing. The two were being goofy. Hobie felt a wave of jealousy seeing his Sunflower smiling with that perfect smile from a Spider-man. No, only he gets to make him smile.

"Haha, thanks man!" Kaine gave him a side hug. "I can't wait for next week."

Next week? Hobie tilted his head being confused.

"Oh yeah, Ganke so want a rematch." Miles giggles.

Kaine was about to speak until, he noticed the famous Spider Punk appearing behind the Miles with one hand around Miles' waist being protective. "Hobie!" Miles turns to be startled by his man.

"Hello, luv!" Hobie pulls Miles close to him, then his eyes stare over to Kaine, "Who's this?"

"OH this is Kaine!" Miles introduce him.

Kaine nodded with his hand sticking out, "Hi, Kaine Parker! Earth 617! I'm sort of a clone of Peter Parker, but in my world he actually died by some complicated stuff and I got to take over.... it's a whole thing!"

"Huh..." The tall punker sounded like he's listening but his eyes would go back to his partner. This time he slouches on Miles making him stumble a bit by his weight.

"Ohfff, baby! You gotta warn me next time! I almost fell." Miles found his stance and stood while holding on to his partners' weight.

Kaine's brow bone arched showing from his mask, "He's a cuddler?" He stood amazing on Hobie's body changing into a soft pink with hearts all over. It's very fascinating to watch. Kaine had more a dark harsh lines like an intense ink comic book style.

"Yeah, always!" Miles giggles as Hobie acted like a toddler wanting his parent to pay attention to him. He rubs his cheek against Miles' soft baby cheeks, he's like a cat. "Bae, I'm talking."

Hobie quickly hugs him being jealous. "Oh, I'm sorry, Kaine!" Miles chuckles nervously, "Hobie is always like this."

"Nah, your good! I didn't know the famous Spider Punk was this friendly." Kaine chuckles.

"Hey, you two!" A Spider-woman with duo chrome of green and yellow metallic spider suit with a black spider printed on the middle of her chest. This one had a high pony tail with long brown hair.

Hobie turns his head looking confused, "Who's this, luv?" He asked.

"Oh this is Kitty Pryde! She's a Spider-woman on Earth XM129, she got sweet super powers like me!" Miles said happily.

"Hahaha, I go through solid objects." She took off her mask to reveal her face. Kitty had such a pretty face almost like angelic doll with brown eyes and soft pink lips with small nose. "Spider Punk?"

"I don't believe in labels."

"Ahh, gotcha." Kitty heard Spider Punk is a pro activist at heart, always going against the government, the system. Not surprised of this introduction. Then she turned to Kaine, "So Kaine, how was your hubby in the magical world?"

"Hubby?" Hobie's head pop up from his cuddle with his boyfriend, he's full on alert. His body turning grey with a flash of yellow.

Miles placed his hand on his boyfriend's chest, "Relax, bae. It's a funny nickname everyone says about me and Kaine."

"Ohh, are you jealous?" Kitty watches at Hobie's body with amusement, "Don't worry it's all a joke. Miles and Kaine are work hubbies."

"Work hubbies?" Hobie turns his head at Miles, then places his hands on his lover's shoulders, "No, this is MY boyfriend, mates!"

Miles rolled his eyes, "Hobie! It's all a joke-" His boyfriend buries his head into his chest, "No, you're my boyfriend, luv!"

Kaine held his hands up in defense, "We get it, but it's everyone that likes to joke about it. Don't worry I'm a taken man!"

Kitty giggles having her arms wrapping around Kaine's right arm, "Hehe, he's not listening, bae."

Hobie already acting like a child about this, "Luv, I thought you and I were supposed to be together forever!"

"We are! Baby, we're just friends that work well on- WHOA! Hobie, put me down!" Miles never felt so embarrassed being picked up like a bride.

Hobie nuzzles his partner's cheeks again, "This is better, Sunflower!" He protectively carry his boyfriend. "Ain't I make a better work husband for you."

Miles let out a loud sigh, "Yeah..." No use now! His boyfriend is already jealous.

"I love you, Sunflower!" Hobie planted kisses on his cheeks.

Kitty giggles, "Awe, so cute! Hobie, you know Miles and Kaine put their names as Hubby 1 and 2 on our logs!" A log where many Spider-heroes sign up to partner up or go in groups for missions.

"AH!" Hobie stood in shock before he whines, "SUNFLOWER!"

"DON'T ENCOURAGE HIM, KITTY!" Miles shouted, "Ahh, Hobie!" His boyfriend began telling him how much he loves him and snuggling him. A whole rant about he never felt so betray!

"Kitty, you know you did that with Gwen!" Kaine said to his girlfriend.

"Hehehe, I know. It's just I heard Hobie gets all cute with his boo when a man comes into Mimi's life." Kitty giggles as she watches the two. Pavtri's blog on Spider So-City was never wrong. They are a cute couple.

#punkflower #miles morales #hobie brown #across the spider verse #spider verse #flowerpunk #fanfic

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blackkatmagic · 8 months

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Uh oh, new kid on the block alert!

I’ve only recently delved into Star Wars (as in just watched the movies and Clone Wars), do you have any advice on how I should continue to tackle learning the Star Wars lore? Besides devouring fanfics, obv lol. I’m contemplating reading the novels but I don’t even know what to read first.

Legends is a complete maze, so honestly there's no particular order you should read books in - I'd recommend jumping around to whatever catches your interest, because there are some fun books but also some complete duds, and it's all dependent on taste.

My main rec is always going to be Shatterpoint, because I love Mace Windu to death. Some of the old Jedi Quest books are fun, though depending on your Anakin whine tolerance some of them are harder to get through. They do lead into the Last of the Jedi books, though, and I adore those a lot.

I also have been reading Star Wars: Scourge which is very fun and I would rec a lot - it's vaguely crime-drama-y but the MC is delightful and a Jedi Archivist.

If you like horror-type books, Red Harvest and Death Troopers are both amazing too (also there's a character in RH who's like. a direct expy of Liam Neeson's character from Taken with additional psychometry powers and it's hilarious).

And if you like vaguely noir-detective-ish books, the Coruscant Knights series is also highly entertaining.

(I'd also rec the comics, if you can find them - they're very cheesy, but a lot of fun. Marvel Unlimited has almost all of them, if you have a subscription there.)

#kat answers

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strawbbyson · 3 months

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i need someone to explain all the twenty one pilots lore in plain terms as though i am a toddler bc i have tried so many times to try to figure out what is going on and i am to dummy to understand.. watching paladin strait me i was jus like “ooh ahh pretty uh oh drama alert” but i felt a fool

#twenty one pilots #clancy #paladin strait

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harrowharkwife · 1 year

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🚨🚨🚨 uh oh clown alert!

listen. listen to me. buck is going to win the lottery in the 6b finale "pay it forward" and then give all of it to his friends and family. possibly via anonymous "angel donation?"

and i can prove it too - spec under the cut!

these are all from 6a&6b episode transcripts. opening and closing a season with "let the games begin" and "pay it forward" can't be a coincidence! and we know hen filled out lottery tickets for everyone in the firehouse, so there's a ticket with buck's name on it that's already been played.

maddie's joked with buck twice now this season about buying lottery tickets- the second time, she told him he should play the lottery because he "got so lucky," referring to him surviving the lightning strike.

pre-lightning, we had buck telling hen in cursed that he was "having a run of bad luck" but that it would "turn around tomorrow," in reference to a non-anonymous DONATION (!!!) not going as planned.

what if the lightning, cleansing fire that it off symbolizes, basically "burned through" the rest of his bad luck, clearing the way for one helluva lucky streak?

we got the buckley diaz family joking that he might "gain more powers" as he "gets stronger." sure, math helps with poker i guess, but you know what else would help? luck.

the symbolism of buck, someone conceived for the express purpose of making a bone marrow donation he had zero say in, someone who only recently donated sperm (partially) because he felt, in his own words, like he "couldn't say no," receiving an unexpected windfall of cash, and having the freedom and the privacy to make financial donations on his own terms, of his own free will, with zero outside pressure, as opposed to making organ/tissue donations out of obligation? SO poetic.

he's not the guy who tries to fix things, anymore- he knows his own worth, and he knows he's loved, and he no longer values himself solely on what he can do for others. he doesn't think he has to earn people's love, anymore- he knows his family loves him anyway. but he'll always be buck. he'll always want to help. and there's a massive difference between helping someone just because you want to, and trying to fix everything for someone because you've convinced yourself it's what you have to do in order for them to love you back.

so: buck wins the lottery. he regifts all of it to the people in his life, quite literally paying it forward, echoing athena and hen's conversation in 911 what's your fantasy about winning the lottery and giving it all away "to people" in your community, rather than to charities. maybe some of it's anonymous, maybe some of it isn't- realistically, if everyone in the 118 suddenly gets anonymous checks in the mail, they're going to figure out it's buck eventually. but it's the spirit of the thing.

they were filming at a cruise ship dock for the finale- buck gifts bobby and athena tickets to a cruise, to replace the honeymoon cruise they missed. he probably makes a donation to bobby's AA chapter.

we know madney get in trouble with the IRS in 6x15 death and taxes, so maybe he helps them out of that jam. pays off their mortgage, helps with the renovation costs, maybe chips in towards a wedding celebration.

maybe he pays off hen's med school loans, or makes a donation to help karen's coworkers injured in the explosion, maybe a recurring monthly stipend they can use to buy fun toys for any new foster kids, something like that.

maybe he's moving in with eddie anyway, so he buys out the rest of his lease from his landlord and transfers the apartment to taylor, on the SOLE condition that she CANNOT run a news story that he's the guy who won the lottery. (i despise taylor just as much as the next girl, believe me, but megan west was on the fox lot for a hot minute, so if it ends up being for 911 and not some other show, then, well, here we are.) he did admittedly put her in a real shit situation, re: her lease and all the move-in drama. this might be a nice way of clearing the air. fucking with someone's living situation is a tremendously shitty thing to do, and i think he knows that. plus, it would make for a good parallel to abby leaving buck to housesit her place indefinitely with zero closure, and also, i just hate the loft and want it gone forever, sorry!

college fund and surfing lessons for chris, obvs.

vegas couples' trip for him and eddie.

which brings me to the connor and kameron of it all- i remember seeing a (very blurry, zero context) behind the scenes picture that looked like it MIGHT have *MAYBE*, *POSSIBLY* been buck talking to a pregnant woman in his loft. and connor's been acting real shady. and 6x13 mixed feelings had entirely too many lines about "blaming someone else for lies YOU told" re: fathers and sons. soooo... i think there's a fair chance connor could flake on kameron and leave her last-minute. he thought he wanted to be a dad, but he wasn't actually ready. or maybe he thought he'd be okay with using a sperm donor, but turns out he's not. or maybe he just liked the idea of being able to give kameron what she wanted, but he realizes it's not actually what he wants for himself. something like that. (side note: this would be SUCH a good opportunity to contrast him with buck and highlight all buck's character growth!) and he skips town- in the end, he's the one who winds up "being a father and walking away."

but buck has a chance to draw a real boundary, here! he's not this baby's dad, and he knows that. maybe kameron's ready and willing to take on being a single mom. buck already has his own family, with eddie and chris. he's not this baby's dad, because he's a dad already. but he *is* "responsible for the creation of new life," as he put it, and we heard an awful lot of talk from oliver about buck "owning his choices" and taking responsibility for them re: this plotline. so, boundaries: he's not the dad, just a friend who wants to help- he knows firsthand from eddie how hard single parenting can be, and connor taking off was a real asshole move, and kameron is a grown woman perfectly capable of raising this kid on her own, and she really wants to be a mom, but she DID get left in the lurch through no fault of her own, and that's not fair to her. so buck offers to set up a standing payment from his lottery winnings to help her cover childcare expenses and whatnot, at least while she finds her footing and tries to work some kind of formal divorce agreement out with connor, if not in perpetuity. (hell, maybe she's who he gives the loft to, not taylor!) but he helps her in some way- a sperm donation he was always sorta on the fence about, paired with a financial donation that he's certain is the right choice, and one he wants to make. standing by his past choices, honoring them, and helping nurture them.

(besides, he's saving on rent anyway, now that he's moving into the diaz house.)

maybe kameron, as a token of gratitude towards buck for helping her fulfill her dream of having a child, as a gesture of reciprocity for his assisted-reproduction donation, offers a parting quip of "well, buck, if you and your boyfriend are ever looking for a surrogate or an egg donor, you know who to call. i'd love to return the favor!" as her own way of paying it forward.

anyway, the point is this: in a season about games and money and paper trails and gambling and luck and winning and lottery tickets, i'd bet good money that we're gonna see buck win the lottery this season. how he'll actually wind up spending the money is just a guess on my part, but the actual lottery bit itself? that much i'm sure of!

#mark my words this will be my coma buck truther dodgeball of apollo moment ok I KNOW IM RIGHT #911 #evan buckley #buddie #911 spec #911 meta #if you saw me post this an hour ago with horrible formatting and then immediately delete it no you didn't ❤️#im on mobile and fighting for my fuckin life trying to post this lol hopefully it works this time!#mutuals rb this i worked soooooo hard on it 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺#forgot to even add the gross 'you're a miracle baby buck might as well share it' from marge #but this would be an actually good and non-shitty way of him 'sharing his miracle' to highlight the importance of free will!

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Chenford REWIND- Lucy Chen / Tim Bradford - The Rookie - Season 4 Ep 21 & 22

Here's another pair of episodes that have been requested together a few times, now, so I'd love to answer the call!

SPOILER ALERT: If you hate spoilers, you'll hate this. Run away. Turn around. Scroll on by. If you do choose to enter in, I'm going to write this as though I were seeing the episodes for the first time, but I will be spoiling both these episodes and reference episodes leading up to it.

If you're ready to read, I'm ready to share. Let's dive in!

Mother's Day

"Mm, yeah, that's a hard pass. Look, I'm boycotting Mother's Day, but even if I wasn't, I really don't think this is the right time to meet your parents."

Lucy Chen putting up her walls and keeping the men she dates at arms' length is completely on-brand. We haven't even heard her call a guy she was seeing "boyfriend" to date on this show.

And with everything going on with her mother and her utter lack of support for her daughter, I don't blame her for not making a big deal out of Mother's Day.

Also, Chris, honey. It will never be the right time for Lucy to meet your parents because y'all ain't gonna last. Lucy is meant to be with Tim. You saw it, once, at the world's worst double date, but you've chosen to ignore it. So, you're a moron.

"I figured you'd say that. But they've been hounding me about meeting you for weeks."

Run, Lucy. Run. Because his parents sound as clingy as he is, and you do not need that drama in your life.

Your instinct is right not to want to meet his parents... maybe you don't need to continue knowing Chris, either. Just sayin'.

"Are you really freezing your mom out?" "I mean, I bought her flowers. I'm not an anarchist." "I'm thinking we just lock in the Hyatt. They have a lazy river, what else do you need?"

Oh, look. Tim and his Blonde Bitch and Lucy and her Dead Weight Puffin have run into each other in the station.

Last time the four of them were together, it looked like Chris and Ashley were mighty jealous of Tim and Lucy's connection. I mean, if I were sitting at a semi-romantic dinner next to the love of my life, I'd be distracted, too!

"You think I'd be sick of beaches, at this point, but it's gonna be awesome."

Watch how Lucy looks at her man (and I don't have to clarify which man in the scene, because y'all know how this goes).

She's looking at Tim like he's got a second head. Because there's no way this man is going to be happy going to the beach. He doesn't. like. SAND!!

"I gotta get to work." "Me, too. I'll walk out with you."

Good. You two can take a long walk together, realize you're perfect for one another, and leave Tim and Lucy the hell alone. Everybody wins! (especially us)

"Call me if you change your mind." "I'm not going to."

Love how he touches Lucy and she physically pushes him away. Like, back off, dude. When Lucy's mind is made up, it's made up.

"Change your mind about what?" "He wants me to meet his parents. So, uh, whose idea was Hawaii?" "Mine, I guess, why?" "

Nyla's arrival interrupts the thoughts, but we all know why. Tim Bradford is Tim Bradford-ing, again, and giving too much in a relationship. He hates sand! And he's suggesting they vacation... on an island.

But there's something else needling at her about this vacation...

"Are you proposing to Ashley?"

Look. At. Her. Face. Her face right before she asks. She's building up the courage to ask him this, because big Hawaii vacation is more than he ever did with Rachel, and it screams romance, right?

"What!?"

Cackling laughing at this. This is the furthest thing from his mind, right now. Yes, he's dating this... person... and they're doing dating people things. But, he's not even thinking about marrying her.

"Of course not. We've only been dating a few months."

This suggests that Tim Bradford likes to take things slow, and isn't in a rush when dating someone. But, the "of course not" shows that he thinks it should be obvious to Lucy.

"You might not be aware of some of the signals that you're sending." "What kind of signals?" "The kind that makes her get a manicure because she's assuming she'll be sending pictures of her hand to all her friends."

Tim looks terrified. Look, we all know Ashley is a placeholder girlfriend until Tim and Lucy get their act together. But he doesn't know that.

Tim is visibly shaken. His hand is unsteady on the wheel, he's looking back at Lucy repeatedly while stumbling through answering the call. Because he really never contemplating marrying this woman. Something in him knows she isn't the one.

*hint* The gorgeous, badass gal beside you with the sunshine-y personality and compassionate heart is right there. Might wanna ask her something sometime, eh?

"My abuela taught me the perfect curse to put on him."

I have to put this line in here for context. Yes, Angela is talking about Nyla's ex. But we now know that if you need a curse, Angela's your gal.

"When did hotels get this expensive?" "Oh, that's pretty good." "Seriously?" "Yeah, I mean, it's a nice hotel."

First off, Lucy is doing all the planning for any trips they take once they get their act together. Second, this kinda hurts. It drives home how long it's been since Tim's taken a romantic vacation.

We know that Tim remained faithful to Isabelle while she was missing. We know that they were together for a long time. But when did they stop going on vacation together? How long has it been?

Tim, you deserve to go on more romantic vacations... but not with Baywatch Reject, okay?

"Oh, you're going to Hawaii. Congratulations on your engagement." "Ah, told you." "I'm not getting engaged!" "Does your girlfriend know that?" "Yes. It's not an issue."

Annnnddd... another voice echoing the romantic vibe of Hawaii that lends to the expectation of engagement. I was rolling!

"Looks like you won't be the only one getting married." "What?" "Nothing. Ignore her."

I love the look that Angela and Lucy exchange, here. Much as there have to be bets rolling around about Chenford, I'm sure there are other bets, gossip, and secrets in that station.

Angela knows Tim better than most, but even she knows that Lucy could be onto something she's not. When this all started, Tim and Lucy had to hear about each other through the rest of the Station.

Now, they've got one another on speed dial and are the first to know what's going on with the other. So... maybe Tim is proposing.

"Ashley can't possibly think I'm proposing." "Why not? I mean, you're of a certain age-"

Tim's face on that had me rolling. We can estimate he's about 10-12 years older than Lucy. And that reaction was priceless.

"She is in her prime. I mean, on paper, it's, it's like a no-brainer. Okay, be honest. Can you see yourself married to her?"

He can't. We can see in his face right there that he really can't. And as the wheels are turning, something pops into his mind that sets him on edge. He glances over at Lucy and he nearly gulps.

Now, I can't tell you what he saw. I'm a Meta writer, not the show Writer or the actor. I can postulate all I like, but I don't know the answer here. But my guess? If he thinks of the future and being married again... he sees Lucy.

Because the person for him isn't the person he's dating. I truly believe he started this relationship with Ashley as a way to distance himself from his growing feelings for Lucy. He's burying them deep down, the same way he did his trauma with his father. And like his father, it's going to take an external force to bring it all to a head.

Lucy is trying to get Tim to talk this out, the way that she talks things out. But we can feel the edge to everything, here. She's not yet fully aware of what she feels, but it's there.

It's dripping in her hesitancy at first asking him if he's proposing, in her nervousness at his response to this question. Because if he's that serious about Ashley, there will never be room for them.

And as Lucy waits for her answer, Tim realizes he can't say the truth. So, he lies.

"Yeah. I can."

The cameras purposefully focus on Lucy, here. On her disappointment. On her sadness. Because, she's not ready to admit it, but she's falling for Tim.

Yes, she is with Chris for the same reason Tim is with Ashley. They both think the other isn’t an option (though for different reasons, at this point). They're both deflecting because they can't get hung up on something that'll never happen.

It's admirable, in a way. They're trying to be happy for the other person while hoping they'll pretend themselves into believing they're happy, too.

"I'm not expecting a proposal. I would say no if you asked."

Proving that everyone got into Tim's head, he addresses the issue with Ashley directly. But I don't think he expected this. Tim isn't ready to face his feelings for Lucy, but having this door shut is unexpected.

"I have no interest in every being married or having kids. I'm just not wired that way."

First of all, there is nothing wrong with being this way. Nothing at all. Some of my closest friends never wanted to be married or have kids, and as we near 40, they've stuck to that and are quite happy.

But there is something wrong with Tim being with someone like that. Because he wants the wife and kids.

Tim didn't have the stability of a safe and loving home, and he wants so badly to break the cycle and pass on a different legacy to his own kids.

Tim spots Lucy watching from the window, and he decides to turn the situation on his head. He's been stressed the eff out all day worrying about this. Now that he knows Ashley has zero interest in marriage, he has to have some fun.

Lucy's Heart Breaks

I don't think she knows until this moment just how deep it is, how she feels about Tim. She's known for a while that something was there—something that could never be.

But watching through the glass as he gets engaged to someone else... it hits so hard she can't ignore it. She can't pretend it away. She can't bounce back.

I've seen people say this is the moment for her—the moment she realizes she's falling for Tim. I go back and forth on it. Because she's known for a long time that she has a thing for Tim.

We saw back in 4x01 that she was totally ready to sleep with him. And while Lucy's confident in her sexuality, she doesn't sleep with just anyone. We know she doesn't do one night stands. She has her standards and sticks to them.

Even earlier in this episode, she can't be completely oblivious to how she feels when he says he can see himself marrying Ashley. No, I'd argue that Lucy has known since 4x01 that there was something there.

Is this a point of no return for her in terms of pretending? Yeah, I can go with that. Because in this moment, she can't shake it loose, and she can't move on. Tim is engaged and she's heartbroken, and they were never even really a thing, right?

So, is this the moment she realizes she has feelings for him? No. I think 4x01 sealed that up because she knew she was willing to sleep with him that night. But, is this the point of no return in terms of pretending not to have said feelings? Yeah, I can roll with that.

Chris approaches, and she keeps looking back at the parking lot, because that's where her mind is stuck.

"It's a good thing you didn't come because my mom, she drove me crazy."

Lucy offers a half-laugh. But she's visibly upset. She's so distracted that even Chris, Mr-Hums-THE-Song-And-Can't-Read-A-Room picks up on it.

"What's wrong?" "Nothing. I-"

Her phone goes off to the "GOT YOU!" message and now she's pissed. Because she's now had to deal with a slew of emotions striking her all at once, only to find out it was a joke.

"Could you just wait here. I need to go find Lopez and figure out how to put a curse on someone." "Yeah, right. Oh, you're serious."

"Serious as a heart attack", as they say. Tim screwed with her emotions, and she's pissed.

Day in the Hole

AKA "Finding Your New Favorite Flavor"

"Come on. We gotta get to work." "She'll be here." "Seriously, we gotta go." "She'll be here."

Mom and Dad waiting for their daughter to show up. Come on, you see it, too! Tim's back from his vacation with the Land of Sand, and we've thankfully left Lucy's jump-scare behind us.

Hopefully the curse doesn't work too well because Lucy might want things to not fall off in the future, if you know what I mean.

Lucy is applauding like a proud mother as Tamara nearly kills a couple people. Tim's glaring like a slightly-annoyed father. I love this family.

"My car was your first car." "I mean, if we're including cars I've stolen, this is probably like my fifth." "What?" "Joke!"

Yeah, you can't joke like that around your step-dad. Tim's a bit of a hard-ass, if you hadn't noticed.

"You are gonna take it to the mechanic though, right? You never know what these cars have been through." "Yeah, Tim set me up with his guy." "What, you did?" "Yeah." "Oh, you have a heart after all."

Mom and Dad... you're flirting in front of the kid. Like, Tamara's not the kind to go "ew", but, still. You might want to chill out considering you're still dating other people.

"Relax, ok? It was purely self-interest. You would be a total drag to ride with if she died in a fireball of mangled metal on the 405."

Did you hear how Lucy gave him that motherly "tsk" in the middle of this!? I've heard it a few times since in Season 5, but this is the first time I can remember it really standing out to me in previous seasons.

"Joke!"

Not your best first attempt at a dad joke, Timothy, but since it's you, we'll let it stand.

"Previous owner of your car is Jake Butler."

Can I say I love how Tamara kept picking things up off the desk (like a kid) and Lucy played the mother role by wordlessly taking each thing away all while continuing her work? Lucy is such a natural mom!

"Let's take a look at his mugshot... But." "What? What the what?!"

This next shot is GENIUS. I have no idea who came up with this (writer/director, etc), but it's genius. We go from the two shot of them looking at the monitor to a shot of Tim approaching.

He sees something that stops him in his tracks... and then we get to see it, too.

Half the station's gathered around Lucy's monitor. And each actor is giving an amazing performance, here. I've paused and played a million times to appreciate each one. Do it. You won't be sorry.

"What's going on?"

Cue everyone looking at Tim. Except Lucy. She's about a beat behind everyone else, which draws my eye to her, every time. And the music bumps up to give us an auditory transition.

"It's even more uncanny in real life."

Through a combination of swift transitions, body doubles, and Eric Winter being in two different positions, we get the treat of meeting... Jake Butler. Tim's doppleganger.

Come on, how much fun must this have been for Eric Winter to get to play this kind of character after playing Tim for so long? And my husband especially appreciated Jake's pot belly.

Yes, while he hasn't seen this show, Matthew is fairly well-versed in Chenford and my appreciation for Melissa O'Neil and Eric Winter as performers.

We get a bit of split screen at the end (throwing me back to my Parent Trap obsession as a kid... yes the one with Haley Mills. I'm old). And I'm frankly excited at all the different techniques in use for this episode when one actor has to be two characters simultaneously.

"He really doesn't look that much like me." "The hell he doesn't." "Not the brightest bulb, though." "Oh. Oh my god. It's Tim and Dim."

The ladies get a chuckle out of that, but Tim's nonplussed.

"Yo. This is blowing my mind. It's like we're looking in a fun-house mirror of handsome." "Sit down Dim... Jake."

I died laughing the first time I saw this. Lucy really got into his head on that one. But, knowing how easily Lucy can get into his head these days, it's no surprise.

"Have we met before?" "No. That I'd remember." "Oh, you would."

Even Tim's doppleganger is flirting with his girl! Yes, I've seen the episode and know that Dim should know why Lucy looks familiar. But it's funnier this way and just plays into what a dumbass Dim is.

"You just wanna see me pretend to be Dim." "Duh." "Fine. I'll do it." "Yes! Okay, okay."

Lucy is so excited she puts both hands on Tim to stop him in his tracks as he's walking.

"So, uh, we gotta dirty you up. And then we have to slick back your hair, because, you know, that guy was, like, kinda greasy." "You are enjoying this way too much." "Oh, and tattoos! We gotta get tattoos."

Lucy, Tim Bradford isn't your Ken doll. As much as we all know you'd like to practice dressing (okay... undressing) him.

"Rescue 1 status?" "Rescue 1. We're ready in 60 seconds."

How much do I love that Lucy is heading the team to protect her man? There's no way she's going to let anyone hurt Tim, but it also gives us the chance to see some worried Lucy.

Tim's been worried about Lucy going undercover so many times, but we've not really seen her worried before. The hit man UC before was fairly safe. He wasn't in any real danger.

This is different. This is a criminal on his turf with a long drop and plenty of armed guns standing by. Lucy's worried for her man.

"Get ready to breach." "If anyone lays a hand on our UC, you put them down."

Let's be real. Lucy and Angela are two of the most important people in Tim's life at work and outside of it. And here they are getting to be his guardian angels—his wife and his best friend. I love it.

"So, I had Dim's girlfriend picked up." "Okay. Why are you being weird?" "It's easier to show you."

We need Sava to know who is going to go undercover with Tim, right? As if things weren't weird enough with Tim's doppleganger, now we've got Lucy's.

Tim is inside and already waiting for her reaction. Now he gets some payback for how much she was ragging on him and his doppleganger. Tim's smiling like an idiot.

"Guess we know who's going undercover with Dim." "Yeah, Juicy." "No." "That's Juicy." "I don't like that."

Our babies get to go undercover as a couple! They spend so much bloody time trying to run from how they feel, and now they've gotta cozy up to one another and play boyfriend/girlfriend? Sign me up! I'm so ready to see this.

We know both of them are capable in the field, though Lucy's a little more natural on the fly. But getting to see them together's gonna be fire, right?

"If we're gonna make this work, our backstory's gotta be airtight."

Oh, Lucy, honey. I didn't mean actual fire. You've lit enough candles to send a beacon to all of LA more powerful than the Bat Signal.

Lucy brings Tim a beer. And while they've shared drinks before and he's been in her apartment before, I find this particular combination so very domestic. They're brainstorming on the couch instead of at the counter, and I think all of this ambiance shows how relaxed they are around one another.

But also that Lucy's a tiny bit horny. Look, we know she's in a committed relationship with Curried Goat Boy, but subconsciously Lucy has lit a hundred candles because she wants Tim Bradford.

Now, Lucy's not a cheating person. We know this (and I go into more depth in 5x01 Meta and beyond). But, some part of her is subconsciously excited to have Tim in her home and wants the ambiance to be just right.

"Agreed. So, um, how did Dim and Juicy meet." "At a barbecue." "That's lame."

Also, are there barbecues out in LA? Like, real barbecues where you smoke meat for hours at a time? Or is Tim talking about a cook out? They really are two different things... I'm from the South, so we're kinda weird about that.

Plus, when Tim first said it, I said, "Lame." So, I take a small bit of pride in being on the same page with Lucy on this one!

"Really? You think you can do better." "Watch me! Okay, so, um, you were on the run from the cops. A bank robbery gone wrong. You ended up in my building, frantic, looking for a place to hide. And I opened the door for you. I lied to the cops for you. And, ooh, and it got me so hot that we hooked up while they were still searching the building."

Tim's mouth has fallen so far open that we're halfway to his O face.

He's imagining every bit of that. Because, after all, he remembers better when he listens, right? And Lucy just took him through one heck of a journey that will be burned into his brain for a long time.

He's imagining every bit of it... especially that last part.

It takes a second for him to recover.

"Okay. That's, that's, that's pretty good, actually." "Thank you." "Mmhmm." *giggle*

His brain's moving, now, and he's overthinking. Because, what bad guy will ever say, "Kiss your girlfriend or I'll pop a cap in your ass!"?

Also, I love Lucy's giggle. There's an episode in Season 5 where I discuss it extensively, but I love how it makes an appearance, here, considering where this scene is headed.

"So, look, we, we should, we should probably, you know, talk about the elephant in the room." "Hmm?" "You know, if we're gonna sell that we are, you know, actually boyfriend and girlfriend, then we might have to, uh, you know?"

And Lucy does know. But she's having a lot of fun fucking around with Tim. Come on, the girl is so repressed in her feelings for him that she's never gotten to really poke at him this way. And she is loving it.

"Have to, have to what?" "We might have to, to." "Okay, okay. We might have to PDA?" "You know what, forget it." "No, no! Okay, you're right."

Lucy nearly touches Tim's hand before he moves it. They're still very careful about being physical with one another, partly because of the boundaries of their job, but also the personal boundaries they've set with one another.

Remember what I said in 4x01 about proximity making it harder to deny what they feel. They're sitting as far away from each other on the couch as they can, as it is.

"Yeah, you're right. I mean, if we're gonna, if we're gonna have to kiss it probably shouldn't be for the first time." "That's what I'm saying." "Right, yeah."

Because the baddies need to see you kissing, right? Like, isn't that what everyone does when they're engaged in criminal activity? Stop to make out?

Maybe James Bond does, sure, but actual baddies?

Whatever. I wanna see them kiss as much as the rest of you. So, let's see if they can get through the initial awkwardness to get the job done.

"Should we maybe, uh, should we stand?"

It cracks me up that this is so awkward for them. Just a few months earlier (show time) these two were considering the horizontal mambo in his bed, and now they can't even figure out how to get through one kiss.

When Tim makes the kissy face and she runs away, it cracks me up so much. I mean, nobody really kisses like that, first of all, and I'd probably die laughing, too.

Fishy face Tim is not his best look.

"We're professionals. Let's just get this done with." "Woah. Well that's romantic." "I'm not trying to be romantic." "Well, you're succeeding."

Tim and Lucy. Never change. Y'all are making me die laughing when normally I can't stand awkward scenes. But Tim and Lucy can be this frank with one another because neither thinks the other is an option.

Truly, that's what gives them all this freedom. They think the other person has zero interest. They each think it's all in their head. So, they can treat this little moment as something totally bizarre that they have to do for work.

Tim gives Lucy the most chaste-wouldn't-offend-my-Spanish-Catholic-grandmother kiss in the world. And he looks so damn proud of that tiny peck, too!

Lucy echoes all of our thoughts.

"I'm sorry. Is that it?" "You know what, if you're gonna criticize-"

Tired of talking, Lucy pulls him in with both her hands on his face. Their lips meet, and as soon as they do, Tim's hands instinctively go to her arms.

The kiss deepens as the camera shift around them, both of them leaning into one another as Lucy's right hand falls from Tim's face.

Their lips part briefly, the hint of a smile on Tim's lips as his hand settles on her shoulder. Lucy's left hand falls from his face.

This pause could have been the end of it. The second their lips parted, they had done the assignment. Case closed. Kiss achieved. Move on to the next thing.

But Tim and Lucy don't want to stop. Now that they're finally here, both of them want to keep going. Tim has her in his arms. She has her hands on his chest.

In this moment, they've forgotten the assignment. They've forgotten Chris and Ashley. This is the definition of "getting lost in the moment". Tim and Lucy are the moment.

Tim is a touching-foreheads kisser and a top-lip-lover. He goes for hers just as the door behind them opens.

You've. Been. Caught.

Lucy distances herself from Tim by pushing off of him with her hands. His left hand drops from her am as he literally runs to the wall to put distance between them.

"I should probably go."

I love Tamara. Like, she's not judging them in this moment, and she has absolutely no idea what is happening. But, she has to know that there's something between them just waiting to be unlocked.

"No. This is work. This is work."

Lucy spat it out the first time, but she says it again because, well, it's true. And she needs a way to explain this away. Not just to Tamara, but to herself.

"Yeah, yeah, we're, we're going undercover." "Hey, it's cool. I mean, you don't have to explain yourself. I should probably go." "No!" "No, I, I was just about to leave. You know what? No, I don't have anything."

Cackling. Dying. ROLLING the first time I heard that. Tim Bradford is so flustered he can't even remember if he brought anything in with him. And what would he be looking for, exactly? A file? Paperwork?

"I'll see you tomorrow." "Good work tonight. Ay."

Lucy. Chen. Did you really just say that? Even she can't believe she said that. But Tim is too flustered to call her out on it.

"Great work, as well. Bye."

Tim high-tails it out of there so fast. And Lucy lets him go. But why?

Because they both know what just happened wasn't some fluke. They both wanted it. They both felt it. And neither knows what would have happened if they hadn't been interrupted, but both knows that because they were... it's awkward.

Like, they could barely talk about having to kiss. How are they going to talk about the fact that it felt... real?

"I'm gonna go to my room." "Yeah, me, too."

Lucy can't talk about this. Tamara just walked in on her kissing a man who isn't the man she's dating. Not just thin-lipped kissing. We're talking mouths open, bodies touching, hunger growing kind of kissing. And it was with her boss.

And who is outside reeling? Tim Bradford. I love that the writers/director gave us this space to see how Tim feels. Because it would be so easy to dismiss this as a one-sided thing where the subordinate falls for her boss.

But Tim Bradford's been on his way down for a long time. He's been able to push it down, repeatedly. Even last episode when picturing his wife, he had to push Lucy down. I firmly believe it.

But tonight he kissed Lucy Chen. And she kissed back.

I used to think this was his moment of realization, but the more I've rewatched the episodes, I still think 4x01 was a huge revelatory moment for both of them that they've been pushing down and ignoring ever since. They never discussed it and they're both running from it.

This is the episode that makes it so much harder for Tim to run. He's been completely convinced his feelings were one-sided. But this is a hint to him that, maybe, he's wrong. Maybe, just maybe, she feels it, too.

Because she wasn't kissing him like a platonic coworker. She was breathing into him as much as he was breathing into her.

She didn't want to stop anymore than he did, and when Tamara walked in, they were both flustered. She felt it, too.

Yes, Tim's reeling from how he feels because he was smacked in the face with feels tonight. But he's also reeling from the fact that freaking Lucy Chen kissed him back.

"Hey." "Hey."

He was waiting for her. He's been thinking about this since last night, as has she. And he wants to talk to her before they head in.

"Listen, about-" "We should probably-" "Go ahead." "No, you go first." "You sure?" "Mmhmm." "Uh, okay. I just wanted to say..."

His eyes are so soft, here. Look at him. He's more of a show guy, but he's trying to find his words. And Lucy Chen's looking at him so expectantly.

And he chickens out.

"We need more work on our backstory. Give it more depth. Key moments. You know?" "Yeah, we, uh, we could take the morning, you know, while we're waiting for Hajick to call." "Great." "Great."

Look, obviously it's the Season 4 finale and they needed to drag this out more. But there are also a host of obstacles between Tim and Lucy, and he's not entirely sure of how he feels.

Having the night to think has also lead to time for him to doubt. He's doubting his own memories. Maybe it was the beer. Maybe the adrenaline. Maybe it meant something to him and nothing to her.

So, he chickens out. But Lucy doesn't know that. All she knows is that Tim wanted to talk to her, but it wasn't what she'd hoped to hear... so she shoves her feeling back down.

They're both in a point of mad denial. But, I think this episode was a turning point for them because it marks the end of them being able to pretend with themselves.

Yes, they'll still pretend with one another because they care so much about each other that they want the other to be happy, no matter what.

But, within their hearts both Tim and Lucy know there's something there that cannot be ignored any longer. Tim longs for Lucy. Lucy yearns for Tim. And until they start actually talking about all this, that's where they'll stay.

As always, thank you for reading! Please keep the requests coming! It rained all day, the kids had a rainy-weather fun day indoors, Matt has a cold, and I'm still nursing the back thing. So, writing this was a great distraction.

I really appreciate y'all reading and going on this journey with me. Next one'll likely be for Tuesday night's fresh airing of 5x13. But I'll try to get to more requests on the flipside! Stay safe out there.

#Chenford #Lucy Chen #Tim Bradford #Melissa O'Neil #Eric Winter #The Rookie #Lucy x Tim #Tim x Lucy #Meta

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stereopticons · 7 hours

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Welcome to Ficlet Friday (or weekend in your case haha), can I have 🗺️ & David/Patrick please? Bonus points for Stevie & Alexis mention too 🤭

Thanks! @leofdaeg-sand asked for this too!

David isn’t sure how he lost his husband-to-be in a place as small as the Wobbly Elm, but he’s certain that Stevie has something to do with it. He turned his back for one second and suddenly, Patrick was gone.

Okay, well, maybe he got a little engrossed in the mini crab puffs, but they were delicious and the Wobbly Elm is only, like, one room. But now Patrick has disappeared and his sister and supposed best friend are acting very suspicious.

“Okay, is anyone going to tell me what happened to my life partner or do I need to put out an amber alert?”

“Oh my god, David! Stop being such a drama queen,” Alexis snaps. “Patrick left.”

“What do you mean, Patrick left?” David squawks.

An uncharacteristic look of panic crosses Stevie’s face and she interrupts whatever dismissive reply was about to come out of Alexis’s mouth.

“He had to, uh, go home and, um, take care of…something,” she stammers. “But he told us to get you an Uber.”

David narrows his eyes, unconvinced. “So, get me an Uber then.”

“Um”—Stevie glances down at her phone and frowns—“I can’t. Not yet.”

“What the fuck,” David mutters. “What is this, some kind of extension of the escape room? There is not enough alcohol in Elm County to convince me to play Escape from the Wobbly Elm.”

“Well, actually, David, I’m the one who solved the escape room? So you’d probably be like, stuck here forever,” Alexis adds with a hair flip.

“Fuck off, Alexis!”

Stevie’s phone chimes in her hand and all three of them look down at it.

“Oh, thank god,” she says, reading the message that’s popped up on the screen. “Okay, I’m ordering your Uber now.”

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The ride back to Patrick’s isn’t long, but David’s anxious thoughts make it seem interminable. He still doesn’t understand why Patrick left without him—and without telling him—and it makes him increasingly worried about what he’ll find when he arrives home. By the time he’s trudged up the stairs to Patrick’s apartment, his previously pleasant buzz has turned into discomfort and he’s all but convinced himself that the wedding is off.

But when he opens the door, the lights are dim in the apartment. Just a few small lamps and several candles lit. When David sniffs the air, he recognizes the scent as the Japanese citrus candles they carry at the store. The kitchen table is covered in an assortment of sushi and what appears to be every side dish the one sushi place in Elmdale has. And Patrick is standing there next to the table, looking gorgeous and soft in the low light, smiling at David like he’s the most precious thing in the world.

“What…what’s all this?” David asks, still standing in the doorway.

Patrick takes his hands and pulls him into the room, shutting the door softly behind him.

“Well, I know it’s not a ryokan with a private onsen on the balcony but it’s the best I could do on our budget,” he replies.

David finds his eyes tearing up as he remembers his first (impractical) bachelor party idea. How did he ever think he needed all of that when in fact everything he needed was right here?

“It’s perfect.”

#ficlet friday #schitt's creek #david x patrick #david rose #patrick brewer

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Choi San : Guns And Diamonds (Part 3/3)

Pairing : Choi San (Ateez) and named character (Jung Sona)

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Sehun sighed as he stared at the stars through his room's window, wishing he could reverse time. It had been a week since the night he had that nightmare and his father was practically non-existent in his life now. No matter how hard sehun would try to talk to san, he would walk off before sehun could even open his mouth. Every morning when sehun sat in his breakfast table he would ask his mother whether san was going to eat with them today and her answers had always remained negative. It seems his father was scared of him now, and was avoiding him at all costs. And it hurt sehun in ways he did not expect to, he hated that he saw so less of san now.

Sehun reached for his tab in his bedside table, thinking that if he watched some of his dramas, he could go to sleep better.

It was a bad choice, because out of everything, the episode he was watching had to have an emotional father-son moment. And that just caused tears to appear in sehun's eyes, wishing he could live through a moment like this too. He had so many wishes, making friends, going out with them, finding love like how his father had found his mother, being able to be free and satisfy both his parents in the future when they got older. Turns out, none of this was going to happen if it went the way it was going right now.

Sehun kept his tab away, not having it in him to watch even one more second of this episode right now. He looked at his left hand, missing the ring he had always worn when he was much younger. But then again, he was the one who had thrown it away, wasn't he?

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Sehun was now sitting in the main balcony, looking out into the estate his house was located in with immersed eyes. It was something he had always liked, staring at the wild and all the creatures in it. He paused as he felt voices underneath the floor he was in right now, his father's voice.

San : who's come here?

??? : an old lady, boss.

San : and how does this old lady know my house?

??? : she said you told her of it's location, sir.

Sehun frowned and stood up from his seat, bending over the railing and looking down. And the man was right, there was a somewhat old lady standing at the entrance of their house, looking eagerly for someone, probably his dad. Sehun watched as san walked out of the house through the main door, his eyes slightly widening at the sight of the lady

San : ahjumma!

The old lady smiled as san walked closer to her, holding her hand with a smile. Sehun's eyes slightly widened, never having expected his father to be so kind with an old lady.

San : oh? I didn't know you'd come up till here today. Do you want some coffee-

Ahjumma : ah no mr choi, it's alright.

San : I've told you to just call me san, ahjumma. Do you want to sit down somewhere and talk, then?

??? : uh, sir you have an important meeting within 15 minutes-

San : that can wait. I'm talking to someone right now, aren't I?

??? : yes boss, I'll alert the staff.

San nodded and turned back to face the old lady as she smiled and shook her head before saying

Ahjumma : aigoo, all that isn't required. I only came here to thank you personally.

San : thank me?

Ahjumma : for giving my daughter her justice when the law couldn't, mr choi. It had been a year since she was being stalked and touched inappropriately by that man, and despite all the evidences the courts let that man go, didn't they?

San : ah, him. He won't ever come back ahjumma, ask miss kim not to worry anymore.

Ahjumma : I know, and for that I wish to thank you with all my heart. You've given my daughter a new life, mr choi. And I can't even repay you for that.

Sehun frowned, his father didn't ask for money for the job he had done?

San : oh god, I did not do that to get any money. I did it because that man truly deserved to be put in hell for the crimes he committed against an innocent lady. I don't need anything at all from you for any of this. Your happiness is more than enough.

Sehun blinked his eyes, his grip on the railing tightening at his father's words. He never realized his father did deeds such as this, and that too for free. Was this what his mother meant by "you don't know the whole story"?. And when his father said "I only hurt the bad guys, sehun-ah", sehun hadn't actually believed that. But now hearing this from one of the victims, and his father refusing to take any money from her, he felt himself finally understanding what exactly his father's work was.

Sehun was wrong after all, his father wasn't a terrible human being.

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Sehun waited until it was 1am, even having to pretend to be asleep when his mother came to check on him an hour ago. He was now walking quietly towards his father's office, knowing this was the time san would be alone, going through papers. Sehun remembered going to his father sometimes at night after his mother fell asleep when he was younger, begging his father to take the ice-cream that was located at the top of the fridge, where sehun couldn't usually reach. Now he was taller and he could reach it if he jumped, but he wanted to talk to his dad and this was his only excuse.

Sehun knocked on the door before opening it slightly, san's eyes widening as he stood up from his chair at the sight of his son. Sehun entered the room with unsure steps as he kept looking at the floor

San : why are you here?

Sehun looked up at his dad, fiddling with his fingers as he said

Sehun : I uh…wanted ice-cream.

San : right now?

Sehun : mhmm.

San : why would you ask me for it, though? I thought you were scared of me?

Sehun : a-appa, that…I was just having a nightmare-

San : it still doesn't matter. You should stay away from me.

Sehun : appa, I'm not scared of you.

San stared at Sehun for a few seconds before letting out a breath as he said

San : you just want some ice-cream, right? Come along.

San walked past sehun with a blank face, sehun following right behind him to the kitchen. The both of them soon reached the kitchen, san opening the top level of the fridge as he took out the tub of mint chocholate ice-cream from it. He placed it on the table before closing the fridge and was about to walk away when sehun gripped the edge of san's hoodie. San paused, turning around to face sehun with a frown

San : what is it?

Sehun : won't you eat with me like you always do?

San : well we're not like we always were anymore, are we?

Sehun : but I want us to be like that again.

San : like what, seeing each other only for eating ice-creams? You told me I wasn't a good father even before the night you had a nightmare, sehun.

Sehun looked on the floor, feeling his heart break at his own words.

San : you told me you only wanted me to fix the problem I had with sona and now it's fixed. So then what else do you want me to do now?

Sehun bit his lips, feeling his eyes tear up as he whispered

Sehun : I want an appa too…

San paused, staring at his son.

Sehun : I don't wanna go out in crowded places, or have any friends or even…attend some proper school until I'm a proper adult. I don't want any of those things anymore because I know I can't really have them. I can always just watch those through dramas and…imagine myself in it, I have a good imagination. But I can't imagine a father, appa. I don't want to when I have one.

San looked away, feeling tears in his eyes once again. He was having to face this again.

Sehun : you don't have to spend your entire day with me, you can just…have ice-creams with me at night and I'd be content with that. Can't we do that?

San let out a breath as he asked

San : so what, you've forgotten about the fact that I'm a mafia? Someone who does terrible things?

Sehun : I know you're a mafia, but I also know you don't do terrible things.

San : suddenly you have a realization, choi sehun?

Sehun : no I…overheard your conversation with the ahjumma this morning.

San : and if you hadn't, you'd still have continued pushing me away for the rest of your life? Until I died?

Sehun : you're being cruel, appa-

San : well then that's the world for you, son. You ask for something, you don't always get that. I asked for a peaceful life, but am I getting it? No. I asked for a happy family. And did I get that? No. you said it was because of me your life was cursed, didn't you? And it's true, because if you'd have had a different father, you wouldn't have had to sacrifice a lot of these things.

Sehun looked at his father with teary eyes, clenching his hand on the tub of ice-cream in his hand

San : so just continue hating me like you used to, sehun. That would be the best for you and I both. Less complications, less unhappiness.

San turned and left, leaving a heartbroken Sehun behind as he felt tears fall down his eyes. This wasn't what he intended to happen, this wasn't the san he so desperately wished for. He had just made it all worse now.

San climbed up the stairs weakly, feeling his eyes tear up as well. Lord, how desperately he wished to have a good relationship with his son. But he knew he could never be someone like that to his son, he knew he could never be a good father. And back when san was younger, he had always thought it would've been better for him if he didn't have a father rather than have one that was just terrible. He thought the same now. It would be better for Sehun to have no father at all than have a terrible one. And san couldn't leave completely from sehun's life, so this was the only way.

Even if it hurt san, it would be the better option for Sehun. And he was the only one that mattered in this case.

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San was in his home office at an unusual time today. Because during the afternoons he was usually in his office tower back in the city, not here. But he left early from the tower today, because he had received a mission from an important government authority. It was as every government mission was, kill. Except this would require time and planning, since this particular person was at a pretty top position and was also only visiting Korea for a few days for business. Which meant san had to come up with his own plan this time, instead of assigning this mission to someone else. And san always preffered to be alone when he was trying to come up with some sort of a plan, hence why he was in his house, where there'd be minimal disturbances. Especially now since sona was still at work.

San had been halfway through it when a knock was heard on his door, the door opening a few seconds later as it revealed one of the maids. San leaned back against his chair as he asked

San : what is it?

Maid : uh, the young master hurt himself while he was playing in the garden-

The maid cut herself off as san quickly stood up from his chair, rushing towards the door as he asked impatiently

San : where is he?

Maid : his room, sir.

San didn't say anything further as he ran towards his sehun's room, his heart beating hard against his chest. God, he hated whenever sehun got hurt. He was going to fire the person who was with sehun this afternoon. San quickly opened the door to sehun's room as sehun looked up at his father with confused eyes. San's eyes fell to sehun's knee, that had a pretty deep cut on it. The maid that had been bandaging it stood up at the sight of san, bowing as she said

Maid : sir-

San : leave.

Maid : but the bandage-

San : I'll do it, leave.

The maid nodded and quickly left the room, leaving san and sehun alone in the room. San sighed and kneeled down to face sehun's knee, picking up the bandage as he asked

San : did she apply the antiseptic, sehun?

Sehun : she did.

San nodded as he continued bandaging the wound, his jaw clenched every time he felt sehun wincing.

Sehun : please don't fire the maid that was with me while I was playing, appa.

San : she failed at her one job, sehun. Give me one reason why I shouldn't fire her.

Sehun : she has a family to take care of, she's only a single mother, appa. And this is her only source of income.

San : well then you are my only son, and your safety matters more to me than her children.

Sehun : I-I know. But-

San : I'll shift her duties from taking care of you to something else. Her salary will remain the same, but she cannot take care of you any longer.

Sehun sighed and nodded, thinking that was fair enough. San looked up at his son as he asked

San : does it not hurt?

Sehun : the wound?

San : mm, it's pretty deep.

Sehun : well, I can bear the pain. It is only my pain after all, it's bearable.

San finished bandaging the wound, keeping the bandage away as he said

San : you're a child, sehun. Act like one.

Sehun : okay then.

San flinched as sehun suddenly started screaming, faking a cry as well before saying

Sehun : AAH IT HURTS SO BAD! I WANT A LOLLIPOP!!

San : I-

Sehun : LOLLIPOPS! RIGHT NOW!

San laughed at his son's acting, shaking his head as he said

San : god, that was terrible. Please don't pursue acting as your career in the future, son.

Sehun giggled as he said

Sehun : oh cuz I was totally planning to audition for the main lead in some rom-com.

San smiled as he shut the medicine box, keeping it away. Sehun looked at his dad, thinking of how beautiful he looked when he smiled. It was just like my own, sehun thought. Maybe he should audition for some main lead after all.

Sehun : you look beautiful when you smile, appa.

San looked up at his son with partly shocked eyes, not having expected him to say that.

Sehun : it almost made my wound heal itself~

Sehun giggled at his own cheesiness, making san chuckle once again. He was just like his mother, with all those cheesy dialogues and what not, san thought.

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2 weeks later :

Sona tapped her fingers against the couch as she felt nervousness build up in her stomach, not understanding why san still wasn't back from his mission. He had told her all about it the night before, and every time san went on such missions, sona couldn't help being scared to the core. She didn't know what to expect when san came back home, and she didn't even want to think about if san didn't come back home at all.

Her head shot up as she heard the sound of a car outside their mansion, sona quickly standing up and rushing outside into the main entrance. Her eyes widened as one of san's men emerged from the driving side of the car, clearly indicating that san was wounded. Sona ran up to them as the man slowly lifted san up from the passenger seat, sona's heart dropping at the sight of her husband.

Sona : no.

San : love, it's a-alright.

Except it wasn't. san had a stab wound on his arm, his face covered in blood and the top of his forehead having a deep scratch to it as well. And he was limping, which meant it definitely hurt. Sona quickly ran to san's side, holding onto him as she helped in carrying san to the inside of their house.

Sona : god, I've told you so many times to be careful, san!

San was glad this was the only wound he received. Not to say he wasn't quite shocked that the other man was able to wound him this bad. No one had ever really been able to wound san before.

San : it's just a small wound, sona-ya, it'll heal.

Sona let out an exasperated breath as she pulled out her phone from her pocket, dialing their personal doctor's number as she called him up.

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Sehun heard it too, the car's sound as the large gates opened up for his father's car. And as he ran towards his balcony and looked down, he noticed his father sitting in the passenger seat, his head rested against the seat. Which only meant one thing, his father was hurt. Because san hated sitting in the passenger seat, he had always preffered to be the one driving the car instead.

Sehun ran down the stairs, not bothering about the scoldings he might receive from his mother for still not being asleep yet despite it being 1am. He couldn't care to be asleep when he knew his father had gone out for something dangerous, he had overheard some conversations again.

Sehun reached the living room the same time sona laid san down on the couch, san letting out a small groan from the pain.

Sehun : appa!

San's eyes widened as he looked up at sona, her eyes alarmed as well. Neither of them had expected sehun to come down at this time of the night.

Sona : sehun?

San : sona, take him away from here. He mustn't see all this.

Sona quickly stood up, trying to take sehun back to his room. The last thing she wanted was her son to see his father covered in his own blood. Sehun shook his head as he tried taking his mother's hands off his own.

Sehun : no, let me go! I want to see appa.

Sona : not right now, please. Go back to your room, sehun-ah.

Sehun : why do I have to go back to my room? Will you be able to do the same when he's hurt like this? I don't wanna sleep, eomma. Let me see him.

Sona : hun-ah, it's not a pretty sight-

Sehun : I've seen worse in those photos, I can manage.

Sehun finally took sona's hands off him as he ran up to san, his eyes widening at his father's state. San shut his eyes and whispered weakly

San : why the hell won't you ever listen, choi sehun.

Sehun kneeled right in front of san, holding his wrist as he looked at the stab wound with attentive eyes.

San : sehun-

San cut himself off as sehun grabbed a pillow behind san, placing it under his arm before placing san's arm over it.

San : what are you doing, son.

Sehun : elevating the bleeding area above the level of the heart to slow down the bleeding. We can't lose too much blood, it's hard to find someone with O negative blood.

San blinked his eyes in confusion as he looked at sona, who had a small proud smile on her face.

Sehun : and pressure, I need to put pressure.

San : that-

San cut himself off once again with a sound of shock as sehun tore off a part of his own shirt, scrunching it before pressing it against the wound, hard enough to make san groan in pain.

Sehun : eomma, we need to take him to the hospital.

Sona sighed and shook her head before saying

Sona : we can't, I've called the personal doctor. He'll come here soon enough.

Sehun : but the hospital has better facilities-

Sona : but they would also ask us where san got these wounds from in the first place. And what would we tell them?

Sehun let out an exasperated breath, looking back at the wound. Sona leaned down and kissed san's forehead before whispering

Sona : I'll check where doctor bae has reached and be right back, hmm?

San gave his wife a small smile and nodded as sona walked away from them, calling up the doctor. San turned to look at his son before asking

San : where did you learn all this, sehun-ah?

Sehun : I like medicine, as a matter of fact I wish to be a surgeon when I grow up. So I've been doing my own little studies.

San felt a feeling of pride swell in his chest, feeling happy that his son wanted to save lives rather then cut them off as san and his father, and his grandfather had done before them. Sehun was breaking the chain, and san could only feel happy about it.

Sehun : does it hurt a lot, appa?

San : it's only my own pain, it's bearable.

Sehun chuckled as san repeated the same thing sehun had said when he fell down a few weeks ago, making san smile.

Sehun : I hate seeing you hurt.

San : I hate seeing you hurt too.

Sehun looked at san, feeling his eyes burn. San smiled and held sehun's cheek with one of his hand, whispering to him

San : I'm sorry.

Sehun shook his head, holding san's hand

Sehun : why should you be sorry.

San : because I've broken the promise I made to you when you were born. To protect you, to be with you, to make you happy.

Sehun : you haven't broken any of that, appa. You still protect me, and you still make me happy. As for being with me, I understand your circumstances. It's quite respectable if you think of it.

San : really?

Sehun : yes, really. I told you earlier, didn't I? I don't mind your work anymore, appa.

San smiled at sehun, running his hand along sehun's hair. Jet black, just as his was.

San : so…you don't hate me anymore?

Sehun : I couldn't even if I tried.

San pressed his lips and nodded before putting his unharmed hand onto the pocket of his jeans, making sehun frown. San soon pulled out sehun’s ring that he had thrown at him a while ago, making sehun tear up from the harsh memory.

Sehun : you’ve been...carrying this around?

San : it was my only physical reminder of you when I was away and you were still angry at me. I needed it.

Tears fell from sehun’s eyes, wishing once again he could reverse time. San chuckled and wiped sehun’s tears before whispering

San : don’t cry. Why would you cry like that.

Sehun sniffled and shook his head before holding out his left hand as he said

Sehun : I wanna be your son again. Until I die, this time.

San smiled and put the ring back on sehun’s index finger, making sehun smile at it, feeling complete.

San : gimme a hug now.

Sehun : you're hurt!

San : I don't care, come here.

Sehun sighed and wrapped his arms around his father, trying not to touch any of his cuts. San smiled and whispered

San : my prince.

Sehun smiled widely at being called by his favorite nickname, feeling his heart fill up with happiness as he whispered

Sehun : I love you.

San smiled cheekily as he said

San : I love me too.

Sehun frowned and pressed san's wound harder, making san yelp as he said

San : okay! I love you too.

Sehun smiled, finally feeling all his wishes come true. All that watching father-son dramas on the internet and he'd finally gotten one himself. And damn did he prefer his over everything else.

Sona : okay well! I'd hate to break up such an amazing heartfelt moment but the doctor's about to reach soon.

Sehun giggled as san smiled, making grabby hands to his wife as he said

San : come here, you.

Sona rolled her eyes playfully before walking up to san as she said

Sona : aish, such cheesiness, I cannot.

San : learnt it from the best, my love.

Sona chuckled as she leaned down as well, wrapping her arms around her husband and son with a smile.

San : guess who's going on vacation.

Sehun gasped as he asked, already excited

Sehun : wait…where!

San : anywhere, everywhere.

Sehun : AYAYAYAYA, FINALLY!

Sona chuckled as she asked

Sona : who's gonna fund the trip?

San : me of course. I don't work this hard for nothing, I have ten bank accounts with 10 figures in all of them. And that's just one-fourth of what I have.

Sehun : not the best time to flex your riches, appa.

San smiled as he inhaled deeply, finally feeling complete despite being wounded across his entire body.

So his father was wrong after all, san thought. It wasn't guns and diamonds that made one's life complete and happy. It was family.

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17 years later :

Sehun was walking through his hospital corridors, going through the papers of his patient's conditions when he felt someone grab his arm, pushing him against the wall in a corner. The papers fell from his hands as sehun gasped, looking up as the sight of a lady came to his view. Dark red lips, blue almond eyes and hair as blonde as the sand in his favorite beach.

??? : Dr choi, how good to finally meet you.

Sehun felt his heart race at the close proximity between the lady and him, her lips dangerously close to his. None of this seemed to affect the lady, though she smirked as she understood the effect she had on sehun.

Sehun : who…am I supposed to know you, miss?

??? : I'm Iris Cortez, CEO of Archer co.

Sehun's eyes widened as realization dawned upon him. Archer co was one of the wealthiest companies in the world right now. They practically manufactured and ran every thing, fashion, architecture, books, food. And of course she was a CEO, she dressed like one. With the black suit, white tie, sleek high ponytail and black heels, she couldn't be anything else.

Sehun opened his mouth and was about to say something when Iris moved closer to his ears and whispered against it

Iris : and the daughter of a man your father murdered.

Except no one was supposed to know sehun's father.

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Gravita Anima (part 7)

Nightcrawler/Fem!OC/Quicksilver Long-form romance and drama fic. All chapters previously posted to Ao3.

Intro (with link to full story) First Previous

Elle’s eyes flashed around the jet hanger they had descended into. The metal walls were sleek and the setup around the hanger was very minimalist and modern containers and workbenches. She followed Nightcrawler into an elevator and was thrilled to see what else their obviously high-tech facility would look like. He said this was school? More like a superhero base! Well, they were superheroes she supposed…maybe they called it a school for tax purposes…

“This is the ground floor,” Kurt said as they stepped out of the elevator, “I think the students are outside playing in the pool. They might also be in the common room watching television. Let’s...visit the kitchen first. If you are thirsty, we have many drinks.” His tail flickered sharply as they approached corners, Kurt on alert for any running students around the bend.

When the door opened, the complete normality of what was there shocked her. Students playing in a pool? Watching TV? Wait. Was this an actual school?! “Students...you said this was a school? Uh, yeah a drink would be great, I’ve been out in the sun running around all morning and afternoon…”

Elle stared at some of the art on the walls. It looked like legitimate high-class art.

Kurt nodded warmth in his smile. “Yes, a school. For mutant children, actually. Professor Xavier, the...what do you call it..the Headmaster, he runs the place.” He suspected they would meet soon after he was updated about the day’s events.

“That’s so wonderful,” Elle exclaimed with excitement. A school for mutant children?! She had never heard of such a thing. In the back of her mind, the idea of the X-men being affiliated with a mutant school was a bit disturbing. If there were actual children here, wouldn’t they be in danger if the government ever decided to crack down on the X-men? Still, her wonder and joy at there being such a positive place for mutants overrode any of her immediate concerns.

As they made their way to the kitchen, he started to list off what they had, “What would you like? We have milk -- many different kinds due to Kitty and her ‘complexion’, water, er...sparkling water -- again, thanks to Kitty -- sodas, tea, and...coffee.” He was certain he had missed some, but that was plenty of variety, wasn’t it?

“Sparkling water, please, thanks.”

“Right,” Kurt went to the refrigerator and paused. “Er, what flavor?” Again, Kitty had bought...many flavors. Oddly enough, the kiwi cucumber sparkling water was untouched. It seemed no one enjoyed that flavor.

“Lime or Lemon if you have it,” Elle said. “Anything is fine, really. So are you a teacher?”

Lime must have been popular because there was only one left. Kurt gladly snatched it and placed it in her hand before tossing the now-empty cardboard box into the recycling bin. With Elle’s question, he felt his face warm a bit and he laughed. “Oh, no, no, I just...I just exist. I help around when I can, and I help keep everyone...safe.” Him, a teacher? He wondered briefly what he would teach if he could. If he wanted to. Hmm...it would likely be religious studies or...even ethics -- although the Professor had an Ethics class and it was far more than what Kurt could ever do.

He wasn’t a teacher? He was a guard of some sort. Maybe that’s what all the X-men were, guards to this school. “Keeping people safe is important, Nightcrawler...you know I just realized we have never really properly introduced ourselves.”

Setting the water down, Elle stuck out her hand. “Hi, I’m Eleanor Hughs, but you can call me Elle or Ellie!”

“Guten tag...I am Kurt Wagner. It is a pleasure to meet you...Ellie.” He shook her hand and tried to ignore the warmth that filled him at this simple, though perhaps silly, behavior. But then again, how often did he have someone willing to greet him in such a way?

As he took her hand, Elle once again felt the strength of his fingers. Unwillingly she felt a slight blush bloom on her cheeks. And his accent, one of her favorites. “Kurt,” she repeated with a softer smile. When he looked back into the fridge, her eyes followed his tail once more. It was amazing how flexible it was, and how he used it so naturally, while expected, was still marvelous to her. She had never seen a mutant so comfortable in being a mutant, especially one that looked obviously different.

“Do you attend a lot of protests,” Kurt asked, grabbing a random soda with his tail.

“Yes, actually. I am what you might call a professional volunteer. When I’m not doing tours, I organize rallies, protests, and counter-protests. Lately, for mutant-rights issues. I also volunteer for political campaigns of progressive politicians.”

Kurt found himself incredibly happy to be in her company as she explained her activities further. “That is very impressive - thank you for being a voice for us.” He spoke with true gratitude in his voice after taking a sip of the soda. “I can only imagine how much patience you must need for the tasks.” From the hall, he could hear running, approaching footfalls, and shouts.

Another stronger blush crossed her face at his gratitude. Surprisingly, she did not often hear it for her work. Being an activist was a thankless job for the most part, especially when doing the work Elle did. “Thanks, that means a lot to hear.” Her sincere smile turned to a playful one. “So, Mr. Tour-guide, the rule generally is 5 minutes max at each location. Where to next?”

“Oh, yes, of course!” He laughed softly and figured it was best for all, given that the kitchen was about to be raided. “Right this way, Ms. Ellie.” He smiled and wondered if the common area was empty. He would risk it. “Along with delicious, refreshing drinks, here is where we observe the great shows of our day.” When they got down the hall, he turned and showed her the several couches that looked plush and comfortable, a couple of coffee tables, and a television that was playing some cartoon. On the floor before it lay one of their younger students, who seemed unbothered by the company.

Elle followed behind Kurt with a smile on her face. She was still marveling at the grandness of this school. In the living room, she saw the first of the students. A girl around 12 or 13 years of age was watching some sort of super-spy cartoon. Elle had seen the figures before on shirts of similarly aged girls during her tours. When the commercial hit a few moments later, she turned and looked at the pair. “Hi, Mr. Wagner, I thought you weren’t coming back until tomorrow….who is your friend?”

Kurt waved with his tail. “Guten tag Dani. Ja, things...change.” The bonus of Dani being so young was that she wasn’t likely to turn to the news anytime soon. Chances were that the older students would hear and relay the tale. At least she could enjoy her cartoons a bit longer. “This is Ms. Ellie Hughs; she is visiting for a little while. Ellie, this is Dani, but she goes by Art.” Out of the mutants to run into, Dani was fairly benign as her powers consisted of moving the images in art.

“It is great to meet you,” Elle said to the girl, a huge smile on her face. “Kurt is just giving me a tour of your school.”

Dani sat up and looked between the pair. She held up her fingers as though putting the pair in a frame. Closing one eye, she gave a nod. “Perfect. Like a picture.”

Elle looked at Kurt from the corner of her eye, a bit confused. Maybe this had something to do with the girl’s powers. From the kitchen Elle heard the laughter and shouts of students, perhaps coming back after a snack run.

Kurt’s brows raised, and he felt his face warm, unsure yet somehow suspecting that she was thinking something improper. Dani spent too much time with Kitty, he decided. “Er...what do you mean, Dani?” That was probably not the right thing to say.

The girl nodded and crossed her arms, confident in her remark, “You two go well together! Like, you know, together.”

Kurt’s face heated up. “Well then, almost at the five-minute mark! Ms. Hughs, shall we move on?” He started to nudge her out of the room while giving a stern look to Dani. “That isn’t polite, Art.”

While she chuckled at the remark Dani made, Elle also felt her face go brick red at the comment. As she left the room, she laughed once more. “Young girls can be like that. I’ve had several try to set me up with their brothers or single fathers. Everything is romance to them.”

Kurt shook his head. “I apologize for that,” he said. “Well, anyway...kids will be kids.” He agreed and cleared his throat. “Here is the dining room.” He pushed the doors open to reveal a large, long table that was clean and blank. “It can get very messy at mealtime. The students rotate in doing dishes. It’s a...how do you say...a buffet style.”

He guided her towards the back. “Here, I’ll show you the gardens outside.”

“I love gardens. The city really only has the parks and the botanical garden,” Elle told him as they made their way outside.

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