#((absolutely; this is a second chance at happiness for them; and we're not about to be cruel and throw a monkey wrench in that!))

[bobur-the-berry-guy]

I may have found out something about myself today

Tamon relationship hcs!

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First of all, how does it feel to be the universe's favourite huh

He's literally such a dreamboat🫠🫠🫠

Ahem

Anyway, as for pre-relationship stuff

I don't think he's exactly in-your-face obvious but he's not having you play 'find waldo' to figure out if he's crushing on you either

His adoration is hidden in plain sight

He's just a but awkward about it

Especially given the eye contact situation

Honestly, if he notices you not only actively avoid making eye contact with him but also visibly try to make him feel more comfortable he'd fall even deeper

He loves being around you so much, he can literally chat the day away

And if you give him the chance to do that he's taking it without a second thought

He's always making excuses to be around you anyway

You need to run to the store real quick? Oh, he was just on his way to get a few things from there!

Want to go to the mall? He heard a new cafe opened, maybe you could check it out together!

Oh, you wanna go home already? He will walk you home, it's on his way anyway

Filthy liar, his home is in the opposite direction

He just really wants to be around you, ok?

Slowly, he actually starts feeling genuinely comfortable around you

Good job! You've unlocked eye contact!

He's pretty talkative himself, but he absolutely loves listening to you yap away

He may not have a single clue what exactly you're talking about or maybe he hasn't really cared about that thing before, but he's definitely interested in it now

How can he not be when you're being so enthusiastic about it?

And you sound so cute talking about it too, he can feel his heart melting

If you take that and add looking at his eyes he's a goner and he's happy about it

Sometimes he just spaces out and his brain makes up the most ridiculous scenarios known to man, but he's really giving them a thought

"ok so like what if they just kinda trip right now but i catch them and turn them around and we just stand basically almost touching noses and we don't move away and they realize they're in love with me and they're shy and flustered and--"

Back in the real world his eyes are probably exercising social distance and he looks like one of these musty dogs that you dont even know how are still alive💔

It's okay though, his facecard grants him forgiveness

On that note, have y'all SEEN HIM??

I'm lowk shocked that Eugene is canonically the most attractive and he isn't

Like i kinda see it kinda don't, yk?

But best believe he's absolutely gorgeous

He definitely has dimples trust

Also need i remind you just how well he's built

Sure, he doesn't train, but we've seen the illustrations yall

Arms for DAYS

He's definitely a bit flustered if you hold his hand or arm at first, but at some point he grows so used to it that it feels weird when you're not holding onto him when you're out

Another thing is when he gets comfortable he's just casually affectionate

Like, he's not going overboard but it comes so naturally to him that he's leaning down to kiss you and not even thinking about it

He's so gentle with the kisses too

Mostly he'd kiss your cheek or your forehead for any reason really

He feel like kissing you and it's just you guys, so why wouldn't he kiss you?

Now if we're talking about lip kisses he's just as soft, but he's also fairly firm with it

Just hear me out

He's holding your face so delicately and he's carefully tilting your head up and to the side so he can kiss you well

The first kiss is rather quick and it's so soft you'd kinda wonder if he even kissed and and he goes right back in for another - just a bit longer and firmer, more sure

And he repeats it for a few times, each kiss more charged than the last one and yet he's still so gentle

And by the end of that you'd actually have to pull back to catch your breath because he's here to leave you absolutely breathless

And when you pull back and finally pry your eyes open you see him staring at you so..

His cheeks are a soft red, his lips are just a bit swollen and all puffed from all the kissing and he's looking at you with these gorgeous brown eyes so lovingly🫠🫠

Ahem

Also he's tall?? AND STILL GROWING??

You're definitely not gonna lose him if you're in a crowd

You're either looking for a beanstalk or for someone hunched over on the side kf the street barfing their guts out

Ahem

He's canonically sweaty but like

There's gross type of sweaty and then there's some people that sweat like hell but smell good still??

He's the second one for sure

I mean his diet is good, he chugs a lot of water and he carries around towel and wet wipes so he's not drenched

Now that i mentioned diet he COOKS!!

Like, canonically, he can cook and makes his lunch himself and all

Which takes me to my other point

He definitely cooks for you

He liked being depended on and he can also show off his cooking skills, how could he miss that chance!

Be prepared to have him make your lunch for school

And if he can he will decorate it cutely - apples cut like bunnies, toast in a shape, a heart drawn with the ketchup.. the only thing that stop him is his own abilities

Oh he'd be so happy if you cook together

Doesn't matter if you're master chef or you could basically burn water, to him it's all the same!

Even if the food hasn't turned out the best he's eating everything on his plate because you guys made it together!! With love!! He can't not eat it when you've put so much effort into it!!!

And as good as he cooks, he can't avoid fuckig up at some point

He could accidentally burn or cut himself if he overdoes it, but then again that's an opportunity for him to be treated by you so you won't catch him complaining too much

While we're still on the food topic i need to say he's a bigback

An absolute and unapologetic bigback

Sure, he's nowhere close to Moragi's passion for inhaling everything in sight and maybe what's out of sight too, but Tamon eats a lot too

So on top of having him cook for you, be prepared for lunch and dinner dates

Wether you're at a cafe, bakery, restaurant or he's made the food himself

He looks forward to these dates, especially if it's a picnic

Picture this - you guys are at a hidden spot in the part away from people, the weather is perfect, you've got a big blanket to sit on and he's prepared a whole feast and there's some more snacks and drinks on top of that!!

Absolutely heaven

He's playling a playlist too, the atmosphere is impeccable

Oh he would have SO MANY playlists

Some for when he's just strolling around, for when he has chores, for his date ideas, for you specifically..

You guys even have a mixed playlist!!

He def plays this playlist to put him to sleep but you didn't hear that from me..

He remembers all the songs you've put in it and memorizes them, checks out the artist and finds other good songs from said artist to send you

Also i feel like he'd have a pretty diverse music taste?? There isn't a specific genre he sticks to

You've got everything from stuff like fairly popular to random underground artists to musicals and animated movies songs

Made a playlist for him btw(⁠ ⁠˶⁠ ⁠❛⁠ ⁠ꁞ⁠ ⁠❛⁠ ⁠˶⁠ ⁠)

And when he's comfortable enough he's playling them for you to hear

Would actually melt if he sees you listening to songs he showed you

And he would give you his headphones too

Wether you wanna hear if they're good, you want some quiet time because everything's too loud or you just wanna try them on, go ahead!

You with his headphones on is something he will remember

Might take a picture too.. he needs a new wallpaper anyway

God he'd be SO happy to go to a concert

He really wants to go to one but he's usually terribly anxious to go to one.. by himself...

But it's better if you're there!

He'd insist on being on the front too, surprisingly

He'd usually want to be on the back of the crowd, but given that the second the band stops playing and everyone heads to the doors would be like purgatory for him PLUS the fact that you're there with him.. he's gonna be fighting demon in the front of the crowd but it would be worth it for him

Also he has someone to stare at comfortably

You come back home and he's got enough photos and videos of the concert to fill an album and he's insisting on not deleting the ones of you he finds pretty, no matter how horrible you tell him you look

Do you really just think you look atrocious or does love make him blind? Who knows

Other than that, this man can not only play the guitar but he also sings

And he would want to sing to you!! A lot!!

Just let him build up his courage to do so

His voice is actually angelic

It's like.. clear... Kinda thick? But he also kinda whines out some of the tones, you know??

Think singing something like Nico plays or Blood orange in Champagne coast specifically

That's the best way i can explain it but i KNOW he sounds like that trust me bro

Anyway you better record him because that would be even better than any actual concert

He's singing like an angel, and just for you too?? MEOW

I can also see him just kinda sing to himself every now and then, like while he's walking trough somewhere he's sure he's alone or while cooking or doing chores

Now if you catch him singing like that you're free to join him, just please be careful not to scare him too bad

Also if you start singing while he's playing the guitar?? Even if you're not good or you're super quiet???

He's in heaven

He wants more

Will he ask? Probably

He just loves your voice so much

It makes him feel so at ease and it sounds like heaven to him

And if he's singing to you he gets so focused and so into it too, especially if the song is personal to you guys

And when he finally looks back at you and sees you staring at him like he hung the stars in the sky himself? Melted on the spot

He's down bad and down bad deep

Not that he's complaining - he's happy to be yours

In conclusion, he's genuinely the most caring and loving man you could ask for.. please tell me your secret to bagging him🙏

๑Requests are open btw(⁠人⁠ ⁠•͈⁠ᴗ⁠•͈⁠)✧⁠*⁠。

[thebroccolination]

[FANWORK EVENT FOR THAI QL FANDOM] COMMENT CARNIVAL

DATES: February 20th-March 31st

EVENT DETAILS: Writers of all kinds thrive off feedback, and it's especially so for fic writers, since one of the main reasons we write fic in the first place is to share stories with our community. Without hearing back from the people in those communities, fic writers can get discouraged from writing and sometimes even stop entirely. On the other hand, some of the brightest, happiest moments a writer can experience come from readers. It's incomparable to know that a story you wrote made someone smile, cry, or laugh out loud, and sometimes the only way you'll know it is if a reader tells you.

With this in mind, I decided to organize a festival for the Thai QL fandom community to show our fic writers a ton of appreciation in a carnival of comments. :D

Welcome to the Comment Carnival!

NOTE: Even though this event is exclusively for the Thai QL fandom, if you'd like to use the same concept or adapt it for your own fandom, please take the idea! I'd be absolutely thrilled to see this spread and for more writers to get love for the creative work they've contributed to their spaces.

HOW TO PARTICIPATE: There are two ways to participate in the Comment Carnival. The first is simply to complete as many of the commenting tasks below as you like. That's it! You'll be boosting writers' spirits with your feedback, and you may make someone's whole day with a kind word or thought about the stories they're creating.

The second way to participate involves a chance at a prize! (Hence the carnival theme.)

Below, you'll find a list of twenty Commenting Tasks to Complete. Once you complete at least ten of those commenting tasks, you can enter into a lottery to receive your very own drabble (traditionally a 100-word morsel of fic) written by one of the carnival's participating writers! If you do all twenty, your name will go into the lottery twice!

The event begins today, and on March 31st, I'll put the qualifying participants into the Picker Wheel and choose ten winners. Those winners may then select a series from the list below along with a pairing and trope (ex: "The Heart Killers, Fadel & Bison, brotherly affection") and our participating writers will post drabbles dedicated to the winners.

COMMENT QUALIFICATIONS: For your comment to qualify for the lottery, it must include the following:

At least three sentences about the fic or how the fic made you feel. ex: "I loved the way you portrayed [character name]! I can so easily imagine them saying all of that in canon. I'm definitely going to read the rest of your fic now!"

Copy & paste one line from the fic that you enjoyed. ex: "[quoted line] I'M SCREAMING!!!"

What led you to the fic (previous familiarity with the author, a rec from someone, randomly found it on a tag, etc.) ex: "My friend sent me this and told me to read it, and I'm so happy they did!"

Essentially, the purpose of the event is to give writers some specific positive feedback. In normal circumstances, it's totally fine to leave a simple, "I loved this!" or, "Thank you for writing this!" but for this event, we're gonna go above and beyond for our beloved writers.

WHERE TO COMMENT: You can comment on any fanfiction site (Wattpad, FFN, etc.) as long as you can provide links to your comments. I've just structured the event around AO3 since that's where I'm based and have the most familiarity.

And now the fun bit!

THE COMMENTING TASKS TO COMPLETE: Comment on a…

• work-in-progress (any kind) • work-in-progress that hasn't been updated in 3 months • work-in-progress that hasn't been updated in 6 months • work-in-progress that hasn't been updated in 9 months • work-in-progress that hasn't been updated in 1 year or more • one-shot with a word count under 5k • one-shot with a word count between 5-10k • one-shot with a word count between 10k-20k • one-shot with a word count between 20k-30k • one-shot with a word count over 30k+ • completed multi-chapter fic • fic with fewer than 10 comments • fic with fewer than 5 comments • fic with no comments • fic from before 2020 • fic from 2020 • fic from 2021 • fic from 2022 • fic from 2023 • fic from 2024 • fic from 2025

To qualify for the lottery, you must provide proof of your comments in the linked form below. Provide a list of at least ten links to your posted comments, and you'll be enrolled in a lottery to win a drabble based on the series of your choice from the list below provided by our participating writers.

SUBMISSIONS: Please submit your links through the form here:

As for where to get links: on AO3, when you post your comment, you'll see a button at the bottom that says "Thread." Clicking on that will create a page that starts from your comment. You can use that link for your form.

[This is my extremely subtle way to hype @faillen's Peaceful Property fic pinkies linked, palms pressed. It's so, so, so, so good.]

COMMENTING ETIQUETTE: When commenting on fic, please abide by these three points:

Offering unsolicited criticism is widely considered to be rude, so please don't critique a fic in your comments.

If it's a work-in-progress, please don't pressure the author for more updates. That's generally not received well by writers. (If you'd like to be encouraging, err on the side of the suggestions below.)

Keep the overall tone positive!

If any comments break etiquette, they'll be disqualified.

COMMENTING SUGGESTIONS: Writers are people, and people react differently to feedback, but we do share general similarities in what we love to receive from readers. Liiike…

Copy and paste parts you particularly enjoyed: The reason I made this a requirement is because I know it's commonly adored among writers. I've had readers apologize to me for copying and pasting half the fic in my comment section. I promise and guarantee you, if you ever did this, I love you. Platonically and all-consumingly. When we're writing, we're mostly on our own in our heads, in our rooms, maybe showing a friend or two snippets as we write. But when we put fic out there, we have no idea what people are going to respond to. Sometimes your favorite line is ours, too! Or sometimes the line you loved most is a line the writer almost erased! Or a line they're second-guessing. Maybe they hate it! Having someone say, "I'll think about this line for weeks," is wonderful beyond words.

CAPSLOCK: Again, be kind, but some of my favorite comments over the years have been someone so emotional about something in the fic the whole comment is just capslock screaming.

Rambling: Listen, there is no greater feeling in the world than getting multiple comments on a fic because a reader wrote so much about the fic they went past the comment box's character limit. If a fic made you feel so much you want to ramble, then please go for it! A writer spent hours working on the thing you love! Odds are good they'll be delighted!

Characterization: For many fic writers, we're trying to emulate the characterization of a character we didn't create, so when someone says, "The way you wrote this made it feel exactly like something [character name] would say/do. You really know this character!" a lot of us are especially giddy about it.

Kindness: Above all, we're just hoping for some kind thoughts. I know how daunting it can be to share your emotional responses with writers, so you can always just say, "This meant a lot to me," or, "This made me smile," and it will mean the world to a writer.

PRIZES: As mentioned, once you submit a form with at least ten qualifying comments, you'll be entered into a lottery to win one of ten drabbles from one of our participating writers! Right now, we have writers who will write for the following series:

23.5

Bad Buddy

Between Us

Dark Blue Kiss

The Eclipse

The Heart Killers

Jack & Joker

KinnPorsche

The Loyal Pin

Manner of Death

My School President

Not Me

Only Friends

Peaceful Property

Pit Babe

SOTUS

Tale of a Thousand Stars

ThamePo Heart that Skips a Beat

This Love Doesn’t Have Long Beans

Until We Meet Again

Wandee Goodday

If you're a writer interested in volunteering to write a drabble for a series we haven't provided, please DM me. :)

Even if you don't intend on participating, please please please reblog this and get the word out that it's happening.

Thank you!

Special thanks to my writing server on Discord for their brainstorming, their advice, and their suggestions to put this event together. <3

[deangirlsstuff67]

Her Biggest Fan

Jensen Ackles x Reader

Summary: Who doesn't love a good fantasy or escape from our normal lives. When Y/N started this online adventre she never dreamed it would land her smack dab in the path of her favorite actor. Is there a chance this fantasy might become reality? And will the reality live up to the fantasy?

Warnings: fluffy Jensen, talk about divorce, talk about trauma, language, some dirty talk

Authors Note: I love Jensen and his family. This is purely fiction and for entertainment purposes only. I am currently going through a divorce and I decided to pull from it and work out some trauma I have. I hope you enjoy, this is becoming a series so buckle up cause I have some wildly unhinged plans ;)

Masterlist

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Divorce is hard. Doesn't matter if you did it for your happiness, to remove yourself from a toxic relationship, or if you're like me and had absolutely no say in the matter what so ever.

The first few months you feel like your suffocating in your own house. The walls feel as if they are going to cave in and you aren't able to focus on anything what so ever. If you're like me then you went from what you thought was a loving marriage with two beautiful kids, to being a single parent in a blink of an eye.

Shit is rough!

Do I blame my ex husband for leaving me? Yes, in the beginning I did. However, as the months went on and I started to see him for who he truly was and how he treated people, lets just say my ex best friend did me a favor when she stole my husband and broke up my family.

Bitch can keep him now.

No matter how healed you are from the trauma a toxic marriage causes a person, when he has the kids and it's just you, the loneliness sets in.

We're human and all humans hate being alone with our darkest thoughts and demons. Sure I own a farm, work a full time job, and have an amazing best friend who talks with me daily and gets me out doing stuff. And yes I know I'm better off single than wanting my ex or anyone like him in my life.

But I still get lonely. I still crave someone who will put me first and wants to worship the ground I walk on. I mean who doesn't want love in their life.

That's the goal ain't it? Big beautiful family, love someone until you're old and gray, watching your kids grow up and start families of their own, and enjoy life to it's fullest.

Well I had that, for a little while at least. It was great and I will never regret my marriage, I just don't know if I want to risk it all again on the possibility it may go to shit on me.

So instead of getting out there and starting to date and find someone to be with, I did the oppisite. I started a second phone account and I created a fake identity for online purposes and created an OnlyFans account.

I have no one in my life that will get jealous, be offended, or cause problems because of it. I have always been the type of woman who not only enjoyed porn for my own personal use, but I never stopped my ex husband from watching it when he was away.

Look all you want, it was always the touching that pissed me off.

While I'm not ashamed of what I'm doing, I have a family and friends just like the next person and they don't need to know. I'm a grown ass woman and if I want to have some fun online so fucking be it.

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6 Months Later.

"How much money have you made from it?" Yes I caved and I ended up telling my best friend, to be fair her and I have no secrets. I hate secrets, I'm a honest person and there are times when even that's a problem, more so because I don't care who's feelings I hurt.

Don't want the truth, don't ask me then.

Shockingly enough I've done very well, way better than I thought I would. Guess it helps that I don't have anyone but my kids to worry about so I can give mt regulars the attention the pay for. Most of them just want to get off, easy enough considering I have been named the queen of sexting with them all.

Some of them are just looking for a person to talk to and enjoy their company. Either way I'm happy with both sides of the business.

Sitting on her front porch as we watch our kids ride their bikes and play together has been the highlight of my week. I love this woman to death and will forever be grateful after my ex best friend detorying my family, I was sent an angel like her. She doesn't judge me, she listens, makes me smile and laugh, helps me out as much as she can, and s there for my kids as much as she is for me.

Couldn't ask for a better friend if I tried.

"I'm doing pretty good. Made about $2000 last month alone. Funny how a silly little hobby out of boredom blossomed into a second career." inhaling a puff of my smoke, i hear my kids laughing as they climb a tree in the field across from us.

She starts laughing, "look at you go. Soon you'll be able to tell that ex husband to keep his money cause you won't need the child support."

That is the goal. Always was. He has a funny way of thinking because he gives child support monthly that means he still has a huge say in what I am allowed to do and go. Honestly, he still wants me to treat him like my husband and well that's not happening.

Needless to say we end up in a lot of fights that eventually result in a phone call or text message from him saying how he over reacted and he is sorry. Same old shit just a different day. He walked away from me and for some reason that just hasn't sunk into his head, he figures he can have a girlfriend and wife, again I ain't that girl.

Don't get me wrong, should he pay child support absolutely, but I was raised to be independent and to provide for my family. Not to mention it will bring me so much joy the day I tell him to shove his money where the sun don't shine because I don't need it anymore. Making him feel completely useless in my life is my goal, I'm going to show him that I don't need him to survive.

Just then my work phone goes off indicating I have a text message. Smiling I respond to Jay.

Jay: Hello beautiful. How's you're day going?

Me: Well hello handsome. It's going well, just hanging out with my bestie on her porch enjoying a glorious summers day.

Is he handsome, I got no idea. Jay is one of the guys I text daily. While we definitely have had our share of fun at night together making each other cum even though we are in two different countries, he is one of those men who wants a friend just as much as he wants release.

He's sweet, charming, kind, funny as hell, and if I believe what he says then he's a Texan boy born and raised. He won my heart right there, this country girl loves her some Texans.

However, the internet is where people go when they don't want to be known. Is Jay his name? I don't know. I haven't asked for a photo, all I've seen is his large hard cock when I'm teasing him all day before letting him cum. I respect that he probably doesn't want me know who he is and I'm okay with that. Hell not like I'm using my real name anyways.

I've grown attached to him in a way. He's definitely my favorite client. Maybe in another life we could meet and it would be heaven, but this is what I get and I'm okay with that.

Man for all I know he's married.

"Oh uh, I know that look, Jay's texting isn't he?"

"Oh shut up woman! But yes he is."

"Still have no idea what he looks like hey?"

"No."

"Just ask for a photo." God this is why I love her, she's exactly like me. No sugar coating shit, straight to the point every time and I am so thankful for it.

"Why? This way I have my fantasy and he has his. Hell I can pretend he's Jensen fucking Ackles and I'll never know the difference."

She burst out laughing, "really, you think Jensen is texting with you and randomly found you're OnlyFans one day?"

I join in on the laughing, she's right it sounds stupid, but hey it's a fantasy and nothing more, "no I don't, I'm not that crazy, but the fantasy is fun to dive in to."

"Yeah, okay I give you that."

My phone dings again.

Jay: It's killer in Texas today, summer is not our friend here.

Me: Haha I can only imagine from what you've told me. I still think it would be fun to live there.

Jay: I think so, but I'm bais. So just porch sitting with the bestie today?

Me: Hell yeah, momma deserves a break every once in a while. What about you?

Jay: I'm going out to the brewery today and meeting some buddies to hangout. Nothing spectacular.

Me: Man who makes his own beer, add in a whiskey distillery and you'd be the perfect man lol.

Jay: I'll keep that in mind sweetheart. Whiskey girl huh?

Me: Oh 100% nothing better in my eyes. Sitting outside once the kids are in bed, watching the sun set, whiskey in hand and nothing but the quiet of the night.

Jay: Damn that sounds amazing.

Jay: Your ex giving you anymore trouble?

Yeah you've told him about your ex husband. Lately, he's been unpredictable and grumpy more than he's not. You aren't shocked and you can handle his mood swings like a champ considering the 12 years you shared together. Mainly it just annoys the living piss out of you now.

Me: Nah, I put him back in his place where he belongs. Fucker don't scare me and he knows it. I hold all the power as much as he doesn't want to admit it.

You'd agreed to be civil and so far for the most part he was. Then you started going out and having fun while he was stuck at home with her being bored. The anger and resentment started to kick into overdrive. He started to come to the realization that he gave you all the freedom he was craving in life, and all he did was dump you for a more controling woman.

I mean the man can't even text you with her wanting to know ever detail of the conversation. Not like he actually tells her. Yet another reason I won't take him back, he's literally doing the same shit to her that he did to me, and she's dumb enough to by all his lies.

Most of the time you just have to not so gentle remind him he has a criminal record that you can bring to light in a courtroom and he would instantly lose everything and that usually shuts him the hell up for a while.

He's only saving grace is our kids we have together, if it wasn't for them I would have taken him to the cleaners the moment he left me for her.

Jay: Good girl. He needs to remember who left who in this situation.

Me: You can lead a horse to water but you can't make him drink Jay. I knew what was going to happen with this divorce. I know who I married so it never shocks me.

Jay: You still shouldn't have to deal with it.

Me: We have a farm and kids together, I'll be dealing with it until the day one of use finally croaks. You're sweet though for checking in on me and making sure I'm okay.

Jay: This may have started off as a way to release pent up frustration for me, but sweetheart you have grown on me. I couldn't imagine going a day without checking in on you. I know how that sounds considering we don't know each other and you've only seen my dick.

Me: It's a pretty amazing dick ;)

Jay: Awe, thank you honey. I wish there would be a day where I could show you just how amazing this dick truly is. Cause the things I want to do to you with it will probably seal my fate into Hell.

Me: Naughty boy. I do like the sounds of that though.

Jay: Probably should show you my face before that happens lol. I'm off baby girl, I'll text you in a while. Have a fun day relaxing with your kids and friend.

Me: You too Jay! Xx

Just then all 4 kids come running over to you together screaming how they are starving to death. You look at your friend and you both chuckle. Guess that means we are done relaxing for a moment. Off to make some lunch for us all.

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Read part two here.

Taglist:

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[berryispunk]

Florida Heat

Chapter 8 of "Rain Down on Me" for the April Showers challenge by @jolapeno

series masterlist

pairing: Frankie Morales x ofc! reader (Summer)

tags: enemies to ???, emotional chaos, Frankie being soft, we're slowly getting there, unresolved tension, one bed trope, all the feelings, they are just idiots

notes: we're almost done with their story. only today and tomorrow and we are fucking finished. thanks so much to every single one of you who sticks around and watch these two being absolute disasters. mwah 💋

word count: ~ 3,7k

Weeks passed, slowly dragging on without much happening at all. 

And yeah, okay, the kiss haunted him a little.

Not in a bad way. Just in that ‘it was always there in the back of his mind’. Lingering in the quiet moments. In the way you’d looked at him after, cheeks flushed and breath uneven, like maybe you wanted to say something but didn’t. In the way you left his car with a quiet, “bye,” and he’d said it back, grinning like a dumbass because he didn’t know what else to do.

You hadn’t talked about it, neither had he.

You saw each other—group stuff, little gatherings, drinks at someone’s place—but nothing private. No alone time, no late-night texts. Just a few glances across rooms that felt heavier than they had any right to be. Every time he thought about bringing it up, his throat got tight. Every time he thought you might bring it up, you didn’t.

So, yeah. The silence stretched and Frankie lived in it.

He lived in it on quiet nights, too, the kind that dragged long past midnight when the house was too quiet and his bed felt too empty. He’d close his eyes and remember how you tasted—like rain and sugar and everything soft he wasn’t supposed to crave. And sometimes, when he was too wound up to sleep, too full of everything he wouldn’t say, he let his hand drift low and thought about the sound you made when you kissed him back.

Shaky, breathless, like it wrecked you a little just as much as it did him.

Yeah, he thought about that, more than once.

He’d stare at his phone sometimes too—the last message from you still sitting there, that dumb little joke about Gary with a typo in it that made you look like you’d been rushing. He never replied, neither did you. But he opened that thread more than he’d admit, thumb hovering over the keyboard like a coward.

What would he even say?

That he couldn’t stop thinking about your mouth? That your pullover was still in his passenger seat, and sometimes he reached for it without thinking—like a habit. Smelling the rain and you in it, clinging to the fabric like if he just held on tight enough, maybe you’d come back.

That he’d already screwed this—whatever this was—up before it even had the chance to start, just like he ruined everything else he cared about?

Until that one Saturday night on Will and Monica’s balcony—their new place, all modern and full of light, the one you and Frankie had helped them move into when you still claimed to hate each other. Back when everything was sharp edges and bickering and you called him “airlift boy” just to get under his skin.

That felt like a lifetime ago.

The last traces of rain still hung in the air, same as all the weeks before, clinging to the heavy summer heat. The whole street smelled like city pavement and leftover beer, thick and familiar. Their group was crammed together outside, loud and buzzing with that half-drunk, half-happy energy that made everything feel bigger, messier, more. Monica clinked her spoon against a wine glass like she was hosting a damn awards show.

“Okay,” she said, eyes shining, “we have something to tell you.”

Will looped an arm around her waist. “We’re getting married!”

“Next month!” Monica added. “We’re doing it at that little hotel in Tempa—by the water, remember?”

Cheers erupted. Someone whooped. Benny shouted something about open bars and second chances, and the group dissolved into chaotic, joyful noise. But Frankie—he looked at you.

And you were already looking at him.

It wasn’t a moment—not exactly. Nothing flashy or loud. Just a breath where the space between you shifted, stretched, and whatever simmered under the surface didn’t feel quite so out of reach anymore. Your smile didn’t quite reach your eyes, his didn’t either. And for the first time since that night, something tightened in his chest—not panic, not longing. 

He knew now, you were thinking about it too. About him. The kiss, the not-date. The way you hadn’t really talked since.

And suddenly, forever—weddings, shared lives, big declarations—didn’t feel like some far-off, someday thing. It felt like a mirror held up right in front of him.

And it scared him—knocked him clean off center. Because in that fleeting moment, you were looking at him in a way you never had before—soft, unguarded, without the usual bite or shield. Just you and your beautiful eyes, mirroring everything he felt.

You looked away first, laughing at something Monica said. But your fingers toyed with the edge of your drink, twisting it slowly on the table. Frankie clocked it, filed it away.

Because he wasn’t imagining it.

Something had shifted, permanently, and this time he wasn’t gonna let it slip by.

—

You didn’t even realize you were drifting until Monica caught your wrist, pulling you aside as the others erupted into another wave of laughter.

"You're quiet tonight," she said, voice light but edged with something knowing. "Not your usual ‘roast everyone in sight’ vibe."

You tried to shrug it off, but Monica just raised an eyebrow, waiting. You cracked first.

"We kissed," you said, low, like it might somehow undo it if you spoke too loudly.

Monica blinked. "Wait. What?"

You laughed under your breath, a little helpless. "After the fair. The whole ‘not a date’ thing? Yeah. We kissed."

Monica smacked your arm lightly. "And you’re just telling me this now? Are you kidding?"

Her voice pitched higher, half horror, half delight. "I thought you two were still in the slow-burn, 'I hate you but actually I’d die for you' stage!"

You shook your head, trying to smile, but it didn’t quite land.

"It didn’t fix everything," you said. "We haven’t really talked about it since. And now…"

You trailed off, glancing across the crowd. Frankie stood a few feet away, laughing with Will, his head tipped back in the soft gold light.

Your chest ached.

Monica followed your gaze, quiet for a beat.

"You’re scared," she said finally. "But you don’t have to be. You don’t have to turn this into a joke or pretend it’s not real."

She bumped her shoulder against yours, gentle. "I know he’s a little chaotic sometimes. But he’s steady where it matters. I’ve seen it. And you deserve that. You deserve someone who shows up, even if it’s messy. Especially if it’s messy."

You swallowed hard, a knot tightening in your chest.

Monica squeezed your hand once, steady and sure. "Besides," she added with a wicked grin, "you kissed him after a fair. That’s like, straight out of a romcom. You're already halfway there."

—

It was so fucking hot.

The kind of heat that stuck to your skin and refused to let go. Your shirt clung to your back, your hair frizzed the second you stepped out of the car, and the air felt like soup. Disgusting, unforgivable. And of course, this was the exact moment the hotel decided to be a nightmare.

“What do you mean the reservation’s not there?” you asked, trying very hard not to snap at the guy behind the counter. He blinked at you, clearly already over it.

“I mean,” he said with a customer-service smile so tight it looked painful, “we only have four rooms. And you’re the fifth couple on the list.”

“We’re not a couple,” you corrected automatically.

Frankie standing beside you, made a small, very unhelpful noise that might’ve been a laugh.

You shot him a look that could’ve curdled milk and he froze.

The guy behind the counter raised an eyebrow shaking his head. “Regardless. We can bring up extra towels.”

You stared at him, searching for the punchline. “Towels?” you repeated.

He nodded, a little too quickly. “There’s a king bed in the room. It’s... quite spacious.”

The longer you stared him down, the smaller he seemed to shrink behind the counter.

You turned to Frankie, blinking slowly. “Spacious,” you repeated flatly, one eyebrow quirked in annoyance.

“Look,” Frankie said, clearly trying not to smile, “it’s not the worst situation.”

"It’s exactly the worst situation," you said, feeling the sweat pooling at the small of your back the longer you stood in the hotel lobby. All you wanted was to take a shower and call it a day, but instead you were stuck facing the incompetence of this fucking hotel—and you were the one paying for it. You wanted to cry.

“You’ve slept next to me before,” he reasoned with you.

“That was different,” you hissed.

He looked at you, brows raised. “How?”

You didn’t have an answer. Not one that made sense at least. Not one you were willing to say out loud. Because how was the whole goddamn problem, wasn’t it?

The difference was now you’d kissed him. The difference was now you thought about it at night, during the day, and all the silent moments in between.

The difference was now you’d seen the way his mouth softened when he looked at you, like he remembered too.

You swallowed the lump in your throat and turned to the counter.

“Fine,” you snapped. “One room. But I’m taking the bed.”

“You’re not taking the bed.”

“Wanna bet?” you bit back.

Frankie shrugged, all maddening calmness. “We’ll share. Like adults.”

You opened your mouth to protest again, but nothing came out. Just heat and frustration. And the kind of spiraling awareness that made your skin feel too tight.

This was going to be a disaster, you knew it, felt it.

And still—your fingers brushed his when he took the keycard. And neither of you moved away.

—

The door clicked shut behind you with a dull thunk, the soft mechanical whir of the hotel AC kicking in like a distant whisper of mercy. At least you no longer felt like melting.

You didn’t move, Frankie didn’t either.

The silence stretched, humid and unbearable. Even the air conditioning couldn’t cut through the heat—Florida in August felt like walking through someone’s mouth. And now you were stuck in it, in this single room, with one man and one bed and an entire kiss neither of you ever talked about.

You dropped your bag harder than necessary.

Frankie wandered in behind you like he wasn’t entirely sure what to do with his limbs. His curls were damp with sweat. His t-shirt clung to his back. You didn’t look, you refused to look.

“So,” you said finally, voice dry as hell, “you’re taking the floor.”

He made a noise behind you that might’ve been a laugh or a sigh or some combination of both. “You’re really gonna make me sleep on this carpet?”

You turned around slowly, arms crossed, voice biting and irritated. “Do you want to spoon me all night, Francisco? Is that it?”

That shut him up, for a beat at least.

Then he gave you a look. A slow, unreadable, hot look that made your stomach twist and your breath catch, and God, this was such a bad idea. Sharing a bed with the one man who made your blood boil in more ways than one.

He broke the tension with a shrug. “It’s just a bed, Summer.”

It was not just a bed. It was him and you. And the weight of every charged moment between you, stuffed into 300 square feet of over-air-conditioned disaster.

You crossed to the bed without looking at him and flopped down with more force than necessary. Your arms went wide like a starfish. “Fine. But if you so much as breathe on me in your sleep—”

“I’ll be dead by morning. Got it.”

He sounded amused and you hated that you liked the sound of it.

The room was quiet again. You could hear him moving behind you. The rustle of fabric, the shift of the mattress as he sat down on the other side. It dipped beneath his weight. The closeness of it made your skin buzz. The heat outside had nothing on the heat in here—the kind that came from tension and silence and something still unspoken.

After a long moment, you muttered, “This is going to be hell, isn’t it?”

He didn’t answer right away. You could practically feel his smirk before you heard the quiet, amused, “Probably.”

—

It was dark.

The kind of hotel-room dark where everything still glowed a little—exit signs, charger lights, the soft neon spill from the parking lot outside. The AC kicked on in bursts, but it couldn’t do a damn thing about the heat. Not really. Not when you were there. Right beside him. Close enough to hear the rustle of sheets every time you moved.

Frankie laid on his back and stared at the ceiling like it had answers.

It didn’t.

His whole body was tense. Achey. Muscles tight from travel, from the stress of the room mishap, from the million things he wanted to say but hadn’t. From you—from the way you sat cross-legged earlier, arms crossed and eyes full of fire, announcing he’d be sleeping on the floor like it was a threat. From the way you gave in, flopped onto the mattress like the bed was the enemy instead of him.

Now you were right there, inches apart, yet somehow farther than you’d ever been.

Breathing slow. Not asleep—he could tell. Your body was too still, too aware.

He kept his hands folded over his stomach. Kept them there even though every part of him screamed to reach across the divide. He wanted to brush his knuckles down your arm. To feel if your skin was as warm as he imagined. To see if you’d flinch or lean into it.

He turned his head, just enough to see the faint outline of you. You were facing away from him. The dip of your waist, the shape of your shoulder, your hair spilled across the pillow. Messy, sleepy. Perfect.

Fuck, he wanted to touch you.

Not just to fuck you—though yeah, he’d be lying if he said he hadn’t thought about it. About the way you kissed him that night in the car like you meant it, like you’d been holding back for months. He’d thought about it too many nights since. Thought about your mouth, your breath, the sound you made when you finally kissed him back. He’d touched himself to the memory of you. More than once. Quiet nights that felt too heavy, too long. 

He didn’t know what stopped him from texting you again. Maybe it was fear—of screwing things up, of saying the wrong thing. But then again, what was there to ruin if it never even really started? Maybe it was the fact that you hadn’t texted him either.

And yet, here you were, squeezed into this painfully small bed. He couldn’t sleep—could barely breathe under the weight of it all: his feelings, the tension, and the thick, humid air pressing down on him like a hand on his chest.

He shut his eyes.

“Summer,” he whispered before he could stop himself.

He didn’t even know what he was asking or if you were still awake. If you remembered the kiss. If you felt it too—this crackling in the air between you, thick with all the things unsaid.

You didn’t answer, but you shifted.

You rolled over slowly, quietly, until he could feel your face turned toward his in the dark. So close now, he could taste the heat of your skin, and it traveled down his spine, the tension crackling between you like a live wire.

“You still think this was a bad idea?”

A long pause.

Then, barely a breath: “I don’t know.”

That wrecked him, because it wasn’t a no and it wasn’t a yes. It was uncertainty and want and hope all rolled into one. It was the closest thing to a confession either of you had managed in weeks, months.

Frankie swallowed hard as he turned toward you, just a little.

Didn’t touch you, didn’t move closer even if everything in him screamed at him to do it. The silence held you both in place while the night stretched on forever, tormenting, relentless.

You didn’t say anything else, or moved, didn’t push or pull away. But Frankie could hear you breathing. Could feel it, actually—soft exhales brushing his skin like whispers, like maybe your mouth was closer than he thought.

He didn’t plan it.

Just reached out, slow and quiet, like you might spook if he did it too fast—and brushed a strand of your hair back from your face. It clung to your cheek, damp from heat or sweat or just the impossible pressure of lying here like this, pretending the tension between you wasn’t real.

His knuckles grazed your skin, soft and barely there.

You inhaled, just a bit too sharply—enough for him to know it affected you too. And that alone nearly undid him.

“I think about it,” he whispered.

He didn’t clarify what, he didn’t have to. You knew.

The kiss. The way you leaned in first. The way it ruined him for anything else after.

Your breath hitched.

Then—so quietly he might’ve imagined it—you whispered, “Me too.”

His hand lingered near your jaw, your skin warm and soft under his touch. He couldn’t stop himself—his thumb traced the curve of your cheekbone, gentle and reverent, like you weren’t just a girl in his bed in Florida but something more, something he’d been reaching for his entire life.

You didn’t stop him, just looked at him in the dark, eyes shimmering in the indirect light. 

And Frankie—wrecked, wanting, hopeless—did nothing. He let his hand fall away eventually, lying back against the pillow. He stared at the ceiling like it owed him something he wasn’t sure he could have.

But you didn’t turn away this time. You stayed facing him as you drifted off to sleep. Looking like a fucking painting, one they put in the Louvre. And that—God, that was enough to keep him awake all night.

—- 

Frankie woke up to a cold side of the bed.

The thin hotel sheet tangled around his legs, the sun already too bright through the slats of the blinds, and that same too-thick Florida heat pressing into his lungs. He blinked, sat up slowly, and looked over—You were gone.

A note would’ve been too much. A text might’ve made it real. This fleeting moment of softness between you. Instead, all he had was the faintest ghost of your scent on the pillow beside him, the echo of your breathing from the night before still stuck in his ribs.

You said, me too.

And he hadn’t done a damn thing about it. Idiot.

He dragged himself out of bed eventually. Took a lukewarm shower that did nothing to fix the ache in his chest or the throb of heat low in his spine that hadn’t really gone away since the moment you curled up next to him.

You’d stayed close. You stayed.

And then you left.

It was fine. He wasn’t spiraling about it, not really.

He trimmed his beard, put on the button-down Will had made him promise to wear, and showed up to the hotel garden for the ceremony like he wasn’t unraveling slowly from the inside out.

And then he saw you.

And his entire brain just short-circuited.

You stood near the front, helping Monica adjust her veil with that signature soft concentration on your face, the one you didn’t even know you wore. Your dress—deep green, silky, low-backed and fucking dangerous—clung to every curve he’d only imagined before. And you looked over your shoulder at someone calling your name, just for a second, smiled, and his knees almost gave out.

“Holy shit,” Benny said beside him, not even pretending to be subtle. “She’s hot.”

Frankie didn’t answer, he couldn’t. Just stared, jaw clenched so tight it hurt.

Because yeah, you were hot.

But more than that—you were you. The girl who acted like she couldn’t stand him but still teased him until he couldn’t help but smirk. The girl who fought him over the worst playlists, only to laugh it off like you didn’t mean it, like there wasn’t some truth hidden beneath every sharp word. Never afraid to call him out on his bullshit. The girl who, after all the pretending, ended up curled into him in the dark, whispering truths neither of you could admit when the light was on.

And now you were in this dress, at your shared friend's wedding. Looking like that.

Frankie swallowed. Shoved his hands deep into his pockets like that could somehow ground him, keep him from flying apart. Because you were standing there arms crossed like you weren’t aware of the fucking chaos you caused just by existing. You looked gorgeous. Infuriatingly, impossibly gorgeous. And it lit him up from the inside out, burned through every last thread of restraint he had left.

He hated that you could do this to him. That after everything—after months of pretending, of sharp words and colder silences—his body still reacted like you were gravity.

You were laughing at something someone said, eyes crinkled, drink in hand, and he hated how badly he wanted to be the one making you laugh like that. You were infuriating. Sharp-tongued, stubborn, a menace to his peace—and the only thing that had felt right in months.

Benny followed his gaze, then let out a low whistle. “You’ve got that dumb face again.”

Frankie didn’t answer.

“She’s not even doing anything, man. Just breathing. And you’re over here looking like she invented it.”

Frankie exhaled slowly, jaw tight. “She drives me insane.”

Benny snorted. “Yeah? I’d say you've been in love with her ever since that party at Santi’s—when you found out she was Monica’s childhood friend.”

Frankie cut him a look, but Benny just grinned. “What? You remember it. You stared at her like she walked off a goddamn movie screen.”

Frankie’s voice was rough, quiet. “I didn’t know what to do with it.”

“And now?” Benny raised a brow.

Frankie looked back at you—your smile, the way you tucked your hair behind your ear like you didn’t know you were leveling him. “Still don’t.”

Benny clapped a hand on his shoulder. “You’re so screwed.”

Frankie nodded once. “Yeah, I know.”

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but we're not like that

➵ brief scenarios of them pining for you but refusing to pursue you for their own reasons (ft. dan heng, jing yuan, blade, gepard)

➵ warning(s) applicable: none

➵ wc: 1.3k

➵ mild angst debut? hell yeah!!!

Dan Heng fell for you hard. But there was the danger of the shadow of his past lurking behind him, the walking danger who insists that Dan Heng must pay— this much, he knew well. And so, he made it a mission to try and kill the blooming romance between the two of you.

Oh, he wasn’t quite as dense as you thought him to be. He knew your true feelings, noticed all the little signs. He noted the way your eyes lingered on him for a beat longer, the way your hands would sometimes brush against his as you stand side-by-side, the way a soft smile is on your lips as you look at him.

Nothing progressed past that, however. Maybe something was holding you back, too. Friendly conversations remained friendly as you stay at the archives until the late hours, chatting about whatever topic you two fancied. And sometimes, there’d be a pause after shared laughter— you’d look at him with a certain expression, one that makes his heart squeeze in his chest.

But he’d break the atmosphere, clearing his throat or harping on about another topic. He’d try his absolute best at hiding his emotions, at making sure that none of his deep feelings showed obviously. But whenever you gave him that smile, spoke in that soft, teasing tone, when you laughed… for a moment, he allows himself to imagine the possibilities. He wonders, what will it be like to hold your hand? To be able to kiss you? To simply be with you?

But he snaps out of it quickly. There was no point in pondering on the ‘what if’s. After all… it’s better this way.

To be admired by Jing Yuan is to be admired from afar.

While the general may seem like the type of person to pursue who he wants without a second thought, but he wasn’t one to carelessly take chances. He’d closely watch how you act when you’re around him— do you seem happy? Do you appear to enjoy his company?

When it all hits him and he realizes that you do share his feelings, a certain air of tension lay between the two of you. Suddenly, those ‘friendly’ touches don’t seem so innocent anymore, and the little smile ever-present on your face reveals itself to only be ever-present within his presence. The time for those afternoon naps he yearned for had turned into a time for him to pen you letters or to look forward to your visit.

Little by little, the space between the two of your vanishes, and flickers of what seems to be romance spark. There’d be an occasional shared look filled with intent and emotions— then you both look away, pretending nothing happened.

A part of him found it amusing. To think that you’d shamelessly pat his head, run your hands through his hair, sometimes even chide him for his love of slacking, and yet you’d quickly look away when he truly looks at you. He sees through you; there is that certain light in your eyes whenever you’d look at him, he hears the pleased tone in your voice, sees the way you’d glance at his lips every now and then.

But there is time for the fun to end. To involve yourself with someone so heavily involved in a dangerous position– to someone within a rank wherein death is ‘fate’– was less than appealing for Jing Yuan to think of.

The general is called ‘preventive’ rather than ‘corrective.’ Don’t expect his approach towards you to be any different— his enemies are long dead, and his friends have been scattered in the winds. To connect with another person is to risk a repeat of that and… that’s not one he’s willing to take.

At first, Blade did not know what the twisting feeling in his stomach meant whenever he’d see you smiling, laughing, or… doing anything, really. He figured that maybe, what he was feeling was disgust toward you. How else would he explain that feeling of what seems to be unease settling in his stomach?

Since then, he’s made a conscious effort to avoid you. He’s already an elusive person as he is, so it shouldn’t prove too difficult. Yet somehow, he keeps on making his way back to you— a day that was supposed to be spent away from you ends with him eating dinner in a seat across from you. He’d sneak glances at you with a displeased expression, eyebrows furrowed in thought.

He truly could not stand the mystery of it. Why was it you? What issue does he take in your happiness that it makes his stomach turn? How come the slightest of your touches makes his chest ache?

After a while, he realizes that it was a silly thing that people called ‘love.’ The force that is said to be able to move mountains, to change worlds, to bring about war and ruin, peace and order.

Funny how he doesn’t feel any stronger— he feels the exact opposite when he’s around you. He feels weak. As though led on by the horns, he unwittingly follows every whim of yours. That bright expression of yours only works to make him bend to your will. Should you ask for the stars themselves, he may damn well reach for them and hand them over to you.

But there can only be so much that he can do before he realizes how this whole ordeal only gets in the way of his goals. There is only one purpose for this life of his. And as he breaks himself into fragments at the cost of attaining this goal, he believes that you deserve more than just his pieces.

Gepard knew it from the very moment he felt the telltale skipping of his heart and the redness rushing to his cheeks. He’s heard of it from songs, read it from books, and seen it in movies before. 

You could say he’s well-acquainted with love. How could he not be, when everyone makes such a big fuss about it? There are tales of having to break up public fights started in the name of it— jilted lovers coming after their ‘replacements’, disgruntled and jealous lovers getting physical the moment another person flirts with their partner, and many others. Of course, it’s up to guards to break up such fights; as the captain, he hears of it by the end of the day, and all he could do is sigh.

But if he shall speak as a Landau noble, he could say that he expects love to come to him, too. After all, it is expected for him to continue the line. Many would joke that it wouldn’t be difficult for it to come to him, anyway— sooner or later, a special someone will fall head over heels for his earnest demeanor combined with his appealing looks.

In both cases, he sees love as something linked to duty— the duty to fulfill his oath to protect the people of Belobog, and the duty to keep the noble line alive. What he doesn’t know, however, is that this love that came over him is one that makes him forget about said duties, even if just for a moment.

He feels terrible yet happy about it. He’s found himself taking extra care of the flowers he’s keeping, hoping he could someday give you some of the best ones. He’s humming some love songs under his breath as he prepares for the day, as he does his routine check, and as he comes home from fighting the beings of the Fragmentum.

But reality crept in: even with all these feelings residing in his heart, he couldn’t pursue you. There was the glaring reality of the brutal life of being the captain of the Silvermane Guards— a horrible reality that he would never dare subject you to. There are endless threats to peace and battles that yield uncertain results.

He could not do that to you— he couldn’t subject you to those worries. He’d rather have you keep that smile on your face.

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{ 132 }

crush, crush, crush.

megumi fushiguro x fem.reader

no curses | college au.

{ and i'm like, yeah | everything you heard is true | everybody knows i'm hung up on you. }

much like half of the female population of students that attended this university, you had a crush on megumi fushiguro.

something about him was just so appealing to you (and many others). from his deep, emerald green eyes to the way his spiked hair fell across his pale face.

his full lips were often seen set in a permanent scowl, indicating his absolute disdain for something-

and his deep voice was painted in nonchalant tones, as if nothing in the world could ever bother him-

but it was enough to fuel your desire to get closer to him.

being somewhat of a smart cookie, you ended up sharing quite a few classes with the enigmatic megumi. from ethics to advanced calculus, you were honestly just happy enough to be in his presence.

because you knew that the chances of megumi returning your feelings were slim to none, that didn't stop you from doing something a little silly (and quite stupid, really) to get closer to him.

in your advanced calculus class, you purposely failed a sequence of pop quizzes, each and every one of them serving to be like a test drive before the real deal: the first exam worth nearly 20% of your final grade.

your professor, feeling exasperated on your depressingly low averages, finally decided to enlist the help of the student who consistently scored a 100% on every assignment and pop quiz-

megumi.

she calls you to the front of her desk while stopping megumi from leaving the classroom. megumi's eyes were furrowed in confusion, and you did your best to put on a sad face, jutting your lips out in a disappointed pout and all.

"fushiguro, you're one of the best students in my class- actually, you're the only one who has ever had consistently high scores on my homework and quizzes."

your professor gestures over to you, all while saying your name with a disappointed sigh. "she needs your help. her scores have been embarrassingly low, and i'm afraid if this continues, she will not have a chance to pass this class and may need a retake. so please, when it's still early in the semester, can you help her?"

you take this chance to meet with megumi's gaze, seeing them flash with an unknown emotion for a brief moment before returning back to his blank, emotionless gaze. he places a hand within the pocket of his jeans, looking away from you to see each one of your written quizzes spread out against your professor's desk.

you had to fight back the heat against your cheek when his bored, emerald gaze looked at the 0's written in a deep red ink, the anger and disappointment your teacher felt for you seeming to create a harsh dent, with each bold x seen scattered across the problems on the papers, nearly ripping through each sheet.

"so, as you can see, i don't wish for this student to be a hopeless case. if things go well, the highest grade she can make is a 70. but... i'll allow it if you can help her."

without another word needing to be spoken, megumi gives the professor a stiff nod before collecting your quizzes together in a single, neat stack. he meets with your gaze and says a simple "follow me." before walking out of the classroom.

and despite how you could feel your heart pounding from within your chest, you kept your cool and followed megumi from close behind. you continue to walk in silence for several seconds when he turns around to face you, seeing you standing behind him while letting out a sound of annoyance.

"don't walk behind me like i'm better than you." he gently grabs a hold of your wrist so that you were now walking right next to him. "i hate that shit. we're in the same year, so act like it."

the way your heart suddenly jumped into your throat was enough to make you feel dizzy, and the fact that megumi didn't show any hints of letting you go made it all the more overwhelming for you.

with his hand loosely gripping at your wrist, he leads you to your university's library, the silence was once deafening as you thought that your ears were close to ringing-

but the moment several students laid eyes on megumi holding your hand, you felt all eyes turn on you. their studying all but forgotten as whispers and giggles were heard throughout. seemingly unbothered by the sudden change, he keeps holding on to your wrist before going towards one of the hallways that held several study rooms. the first empty room he finds, he enters it while shutting the door.

in the middle of the room was a large, square table with four seats surrounding it. megumi takes an extra seat and settles it on the same side as him, silently gesturing at you to sit to his left. you nod and heed his words, feeling somewhat shy as you took out a fresh notebook along with some pencils and pens from your backpack.

megumi settles himself beside you and takes out his notebook. as you trail your eyes over those meticulous pages, you saw just how much care and detail he put within them, the black ink seeming to bleed through each page as evidence of his dedication.

he takes one of your quizzes and points to each concept you missed within his notes, and you found yourself following along quite well. you end up completely correcting your errors within 20 minutes, and was simply basking in megumi's presence when a deep chuckle was heard.

"heh, i knew you were suspicious..." megumi had placed his lips against the shell of your ear, tone dripping with an uncharacteristic amusement. the feeling of his hot breath against your ear was enough to make you shiver in response, your wary gaze meeting with his.

"ah... i... don't know what you mean?"

he gives you a scoff, telling you that he didn't believe your bluff for a single minute while shutting his notebook. "you know, professor irie has told me to tutor some of her other students in different classes several times. and i can't tell you how we often spent two hours working on a single problem."

"yet you... you corrected each and every one of your mistakes, redoing all 10 problems and giving me the correct answer within a mere 20 minutes."

you were frozen, eyes going wide, as if you were a deer caught in headlights. a smirk was seen gracing megumi's handsome features when you could feel his large hand against your back, pushing you forward so that you could see your past quizzes. he spreads out each and every one of the pages that averaged a 0, taking his signature black pen as he filled them all in with 100's.

"it takes a different type of genius to purposely choose wrong answers, so tell me... why?"

you begin to blush profusely, unable to meet his gaze as you felt your heart pounding faster with anxiety, nearly coming out of your ribcage. you lost all nerve, unable to even look at him when you shakily manage to tell him.

"i-i think you know why."

"i do, but i'd much rather hear it from you."

you could feel his gentle hands rubbing against your cheek, making you sigh as you relented.

"i-i did it so that i could be closer to you...because i know that you wouldn't notice me otherwise."

"and who says i didn't notice you?"

you gasp upon feeling megumi take a hold of your chin, forcing you to face him as his eyes were shining with a look akin to... adoration for you. he allows the pad of his thumb to trace at your bottom lip before admitting to you, "i've seen the truth of your studious nature and your hard work. and those glances you've been sneaking at me when you thought i wasn't looking... so how could i possibly ignore your presence so easily?"

you watch when he slowly narrows his gaze, suddenly inching himself closer to you as you could taste his breath against your lips, giving you little choice but to cave in to your feelings for him as you met with him halfway.

and as his lips perfectly slot themselves against yours in a perfect kiss, you found yourself sighing, thinking to yourself that failing a few quizzes was completely worth it in the end.

all stories are written by rei; reposts, translations, and plagiarism are not allowed.

[butmakeitgayblog]

Ahhhhh Lexa is so cuddly in that oneshot! 😍😍

She had to be

Listen to me

She had to be

Because this little ray of sunshine?

Deserved to be allowed to be cuddly

Because the thing is, she always wanted to be. She did. Even when she didn't know how to ask for it. Even when all she knew how to do was nudge the door open for Clarke and wait silently to see what she'd do

Even when she didn't feel like she deserved to want it.

Lexa spent so much time worrying about Clarke's comfort and boundaries. So much time carrying the weight of her decisions like a scarlett letter on her chest. She lived with the guilt - not for the decisions themselves - but for how those decisions hurt Clarke, and how it all ultimately lost her the girl she had fallen so hard for, so fast.

But still, there were so many instances where she wanted nothing more than to be allowed to be soft. And you could see it.

So many times when she put herself out there just to feel like a fool in the end.

You could see it in these tiny glimpses of moments, her hesitation. Her disappointment. Her wanting so badly to reach out. But not letting herself.

Always waiting to be pushed away. Always accepting when she was. Always swallowing the pain of her own heartache while aching to be let in...

Which is why the second Clarke said yes? Lexa absolutely let the floodgates open.

While we saw after their first time she had given Clarke space again, had rolled away to recover from being fucked into a nap the intensity of finally getting to have that intimacy with Clarke, I don't think it was because it was what she wanted to do. I think it was pure instinct. Fear. A learned habit to always give Clarke space, and always another chance to push her away should Clarke want to. Seeing how Lexa operated when it came to Clarke, I don't think she took them having sex for granted in the aspect of "oh now all is forgiven." I think even after having Clarke make love to her, a piece of Lexa would've been careful not to push for too much too soon. Been too clingy. Assume Clarke woukd want to cuddle with her, to hold her. To even want Lexa to touch her the same way so intimately.

But.

When Clarke gave the ok? When Clarke made it clear that she was open to that?

Oh she smiled.

And she was happy

She held her hand during sex for godssake, you can't get more mushy than that

And even in her final moments, what made her break? What was the only thing that really truly cut through the pain and the strength of Heda, and gave Lexa a moment of solace?

Clarke's touch.

Clarke's comfort.

Being able to soak in another moment of just being close to her. Loved by her.

Lexa was always a touchy a person. She craved that physical intimacy with Clarke from day one. I mean we're talking about a woman who decided to casually ~take a nap~ on her canopy bed with the drapes open while an almost complete stranger waltz around her tent. She was always sending out the signals out that not only did she want more emotionally from Clarke, but that she wanted more physically. And I don't mean sex (ok well not just sex at least), she wanted that soft comfort of just being near her too.

So yeah. 100% I believe if given a chance to have more moments together after they'd both finally let each other back in, every time Clarke even halfway made it seem like she was open to it, I think Lexa would've become more and more comfortable letting go of her fears and been as affectionate as she'd always wanted. I think she would've become more and more snuggly, more tactile in her expressions of love and pride, to the point that when they were alone I don't think Clarke would've quite known what to do with herself and her little commander-noodle-arms shaped shadow

They still would've argued all the time tho

[luvhughes43]

babys first game | dad!jamie drysdale x reader

lila, my love au masterlist💐

request: baby’s first ducks game 🥹

word count: 0.9k

since lila was born after last years regular season ended, there was no opportunity to bring her to a game. therefore, you and jamie decided to wait to take lila to the first home game of the regular season.

she was dressed up in a little drysdale jersey, with colourful little nike shoes that her godfather trevor insisted she wear tonight for “the team's goodluck”.

you arrived at the arena early, a little worried about how lila was going to handle her first hockey game. she was still young, only 8 months old, and jamie was so excited for her to be at his game. 

a minute before warm-ups you made your way down to the glass, lila cuddled into your side. she had just woken up from her nap an hour earlier to be prepared for tonights game, but it seemed she was still a little tired as her eyes kept fluttering closed.  

“lila, are you excited? we're gonna watch dada play!” you cooed, trying to wake her enough so she would be somewhat paying attention when her father hit the ice. “oh and look! uncle trevor is here too! see!” you shifted her in your arms so she was sitting higher up on your hip. at the mention of trevor, her head turned to the ice to look at where your finger was pointing against the glass. she didn't seem phased though, going back to rest her head against your shoulder again.

“lila,” you rubbed her back, smiling brightly when you caught sight of your boyfriend skating over towards you and your daughter. “look lila who's that!” you cooed again, turning around slightly so lila could see jamie from where her head was resting on your shoulder. 

as jamie stops in front of you guys, lila is immediately awake. she starts twisting in your hold, desperately trying to get to her favourite person in the world through the glass.

you shift again, so lila can stand on the edge of the glass and so you can see jamie properly. 

“lila-bell!” jamie exclaims loudly as he crouches down to lilas eye level. “are you at your first hockey game?” he coos loudly so he can be heard above the sounds of fans.

lila shrieks, hand tapping against the glass as she smiles gummily at her father. 

jamie is absolutely beaming, giggling slightly as he watches how excited his baby is at seeing him. 

you snap a quick picture of the two of them before pocketing your phone again, so incredibly happy to share this moment with your daughter and jamie.

“LILA!” trevors loud voice booms as he shoves into jamie, pushing him away so that trevor could stand in front of lila. “how's my best girl!” trevors smile is almost as infectious as jamies as he holds one of his hands to the glass for lila to put hers over. 

lila smiles at trevor, bouncing as she hits at the glass. 

too soon though the boys are reluctantly pulling away from the baby as they realize they actually have to warm up during warm-ups. 

“we’ll see you after!” you yell at a reluctant jamie as he keeps looking back towards where you and lila are standing. 

by the time you meet up with jamie again, lila is promptly passed out in your arms. she fell asleep again halfway through the second period, her little headphones drowning out most of the noise from the arena.

“is she sleeping?” jamie mouths as he approaches the two of you. trevors right behind him, and so when you nod he turns around and shushes trevor before he's even had the chance to say something.

trevor rolls his eyes playfully before whispering, “as if i’d purposely wake up my little angel!” 

jamie smiles lightly at trevor before turning all his attention to you and the baby. he gives you a soft peck on the lips, and one on the cheek before asking you how the game went.

“lila was great, she got a little fussy at the end of the first but she fell asleep halfway through the 2nd so it wasn’t too bad” you explained quietly, mindful of the sleeping baby cuddled in your arms.

jamie nodded, eyes full of adoration at the sight of the word “daddy” and his number plastered on his daughter's back. “i can take her now,” jamie said and you shifted lila into his arms who stirred. 

she looked around for a second, before looking up and seeing that her dad was the one holding her. she sighed as she cuddled into her dads embrace. 

“she's just so stinkin cute!” trevor cooed, mindful of his volume. 

you nodded in agreement before wishing trevor a goodnight, also telling him that he played well tonight. 

you and jamie walked out to your car, silently buckling lila into her car seat so you could go home. 

“you also played great tonight if i hadn't made that clear…” you spoke to jamie as he quietly shut the car door. 

he hummed in response, leaning down to kiss you against the car. 

“thank you for taking her today,” he whispered as he pulled away from you, moving to open the passenger side door.

“of course,” you nodded as you sat in your seat, jamie softly closing the door for you. 

once jamie was settled in the drivers seat you whispered, “i love you” as your head came to rest against the window tiredly. 

“i love you too,” jamie replied softly, pulling out of the lot and smiling as your eyes fluttered close.

[risingsoleil]

I’m sorry if the ending of my ask wasn’t clear but i meant that he returned back in time to one week before his weeding to pema and figure out how to fix this hope it’s clear now!

Ohhhhh I like this!

It's okay, sometimes my brain moves faster than my hands and I sound like a crackhead lol

Let's see, since I'm the mastermind for them, I shall send Tenzin back in time after Harmonic Convergence. He will return with the knowledge that the airbenders return.

Tenzin realizes he has a second chance and he does not waste this. He races off to find Lin to confirm that she's alive, and although she's ready to murder him for knocking on her door, he's ecstatic.

There she is, alive and full of life.

"What the hell are you doing here? Go back to your island!"

"No, Lin. I'm not marrying Pema."

Lin is shocked and thinks he's absolutely insane. "You started hitting up cactus juice and doing drugs now? Sober up and weep about your sorrows and woes to that child!"

"No. Lin, listen to me. The airbenders..."

"yeah ,that's what it's always been about! So go away--"

"Listen to me, Lin Beifong! I am leaving Republic City and you are coming with me because everything works out!"

The seriousness, desperation, and passion in his voice forces Lin to listen to him.

"I won't tell you how, but it will work out. Whether we have a child or not. It doesn't matter. We can be together and be happy, whatever that looks like."

"You're insane."

"Leave with me, Lin and I will spend the rest of my life earning your forgiveness. Just trust me."

"You hurt me, Tenzin. You fucking..." Lin looks away. "You can't just take it all back and act like you didn't just break up with me bc you got scared."

"I'm sorry, Lin. For hurting you because I was scared. You don't have to have children."

"Our parents' legacies, your Dad--!"

"I don't need it."

Lin's jaw drops.

"I just need you." Tenzin takes a step forward. "Come with me. Run away with me. Let's do what we want. Let's travel the world and see everything we want. Let's find the Northern Lights. Let's search for the best black bean noodles in the Earth Kingdom. Let's carry our parents' legacies by being the happiest versions of ourselves and making the world better in small ways. We don't need the city or our jobs to make us feel like we're living up to our parents. So please, Lin, please let me make it up to you for the rest of my life."

Lin has no idea what's gotten into him, but she can feel his sincerity. He meant every single word and didn't say anything about children and airbenders. He talked about happiness.

"She can give you kids..."

"I don't want her!"

"But kids, Tenzin!"

"You are my family, Lin! I don't want children if it's not with you. If we don't have any, then so be it! But it's you or no one else."

"I can't let you do that..."

"Then you're going to run away with me and we are going to leave everything behind here. Okay? We will figure it all out together, away from this."

Tenzin runs her exhausted with his crazy persuasion that Lin just cracks and says ok. He calls Oogi immediately and goes into her apartment, grabbing everything that she wants to take with them. Lin didn't think he meant that very moment, but Tenin is frantically packing all the important things away. As if they're fugitives.

So they flee.

They go to the Fire Nation to Izumi. For some guidance on waht they should do as one of their close friends.

Maybe in this timeline, they have a kid. Or maybe, they don't.

But Tenzin holds his promise by remaining loyal to Lin until they go to the spirit world together.

[eggcats]

This isn't connected to anything, but I thought of a random scene in the Everybody Loves Vox AU while I was relaxing this morning.

And I've decided that Alastor only criticizes and mocks things about Vox that he knows Vox will argue with him about, because he enjoys teasing and fighting.

But he's also super careful about not saying any preferences towards things about Vox that he could easily change, because he knows Vox's first instinct is to want to be liked and so he'd change whatever it is for Alastor’s (or anyone's, really) approval - but Alastor DOESN'T want Vox to do that, because that's boring. If he wanted someone to do whatever he says he'd ask one of his thralls - he likes that Vox does and likes and wears things he doesn't like or wouldn't do himself, because the differences are fun and entertaining and interesting.

And Vox only finds this out one day by complete accident because Alastor happens to find him relaxing after a shower (on a bed or a couch, just a surface they could lay down and cuddle on) and immediately decides to join him to cuddle. Like, laying entirely on him, shoving his head in his neck, the whole nine yards.

Vox is visibly confused because he KNOWS Alastor doesn't like to cuddle and is very particular about physical touch. (It's the one thing he's had to get used to since they've started "not dating." Part of the reason he stayed with Val for so long was because he enjoys physical contact with his partner, but he's adapted to Alastor’s lack of desire for it to the best of his ability.)

So Vox tries to tactfully ask what the hell is going on, because while he's really enjoying the cuddle he's Extremely Confused and would like an ounce of clarification.

And it turns out that Alastor hates his cologne and that THAT'S why he refuses to touch or cuddle him, to prevent the scent from getting on himself. (It's too strong, too much, it gives him a headache with his more sensitive sense of smell, etc etc).

Vox is like, "Were you ever going to TELL ME that?! What the hell, Alastor?! I don't have to fucking wear it if it bothers you that much!"

Alastor, grumbling, with his face still shoved in Vox’s chest, "No, I was not, because any time someone says anything, you immediately mold yourself into whatever that is, so I would appreciate you forgetting this conversation ever happened."

Vox, with one arm holding Alastor and his other hand pinching the spot between his eyes, "Absolutely the fuck not! Alastor. If I had to choose between over-priced colonge and you fucking TOUCHING ME, I'm fucking choosing you? What the hell, this is insane, I cannot believe we could've been cuddling this entire time. I'm fighting you when we're done because of this."

Vox absolutely ditches the colonge the first chance he gets, despite Alastor's protests.

I like to think that eventually Vox gets comfortable enough to NOT do his initial instinct of immediately changing himself towards Alastor's preferences, once he now knows that Alastor won't say anything - even if it's something he'd be happy to change - to keep him from doing exactly that.

(Also, I think Val tended to do the opposite, where he'd often criticize Vox until he does whatever he wants, so it's hard for him initially to not do the same for Alastor, and to realize that Alastor's mode of affection is softly bullying him but that Alastor dislikes it when he tries to change himself to appease).

It takes some trial and error until they find common ground between "changing anything your partner doesn't like" and "never saying anything you dislike to your partner." Neither of them are good at relationships, so it takes a bit.

(I just couldn't get the idea of Alastor refusing to get too close to Vox because his scent bothers him - and then the second he finds Vox without it he practically tries to bury under his skin to catch up on all the affection (and enjoying his natural scent) he can before Vox puts that scent back on. And never thinking, hey, maybe I should say something about that because he doesn't understand the difference between that and controlling Vox's personality.)

[coff-in]

COFF-IN ITS ME AGAIN DEVIOUS ANON IS JUMPING BACK INTO THE GRAVE :D I missed you and I come offering new food (mostly bc I thirst for Andrew lord help me)

Childhood friend reader who is basically a third sibling (maybe even the oldest) to the Graves siblings! She's a literal girl-next-door, about 2 when Andrew was born, and due to being in the same neighborhood/Reader and her parents being relatively sociable, Andrew and reader were kinda mashed together from a young age and just told to play. Maybe Mrs. Graves dumped Andrew off at reader's house often bc she didn't want to handle him and hey, since he gets along so well with the neighbor's daughter, may as well use them like free babysitters. Reader is super sweet to Andy from early on and takes care of him like an older sister would. When Ashley joins the team, even better! It's not just his baby sister, it's *their* baby sister. Reader ends up being their closest and basically only friend through childhood and middle school and just about calls Andrew/Ashley her siblings-in-honor. Hell, her parents are probably more parental to Andrew/Ashley than their actual parents. I just think this is fun because I think this is a dynamic where I can potentially see Andrew floundering about in the friendzone/siblingzone because reader kinda considers him her brother and not a dating option but he wants to date her and seeing her find other guys drives him up the wall. Man probably casually walks reader around school to class and keeps his fingers in her belt loops and glares at any guy within a 20 ft radius when reader isn't looking. This is also one dynamic where I can potentially see Ashley *encouraging* Andrew to date a girl, because she wants them to be reader's priority just like in childhood and that won't work out if she gets a man, so if Andrew can snag her, she'll never leave them. This can be fluffy, but I can also see this going darker if Andrew and Ashley after escaping quarantine kind of show up at the reader's door and she's so happy to see them until she realizes that her childhood friends kinda...yk, are cannibals and murderers and will be going after their parents soon (assuming they didn't tell her about Nina). It's a reasonable reaction, but also they're like "...so you still love us, right?" and if reader hesitates even a second, she's kinda taken hostage in her own house. They wouldn't hurt her, they just...well, she looked like she was thinking about leaving, you know? The dynamic skews so toxic because they would absolutely guilt-trip the hell out of her and tell her that she's their last hope of continuing on and is she really going to condemn her siblings-in-honor/maybe boyfriend and sister-in-law to death?

notes from coff-in: DEVIOUS ANON I MISSED YOU!!! i hope you've been doing well and good :3 i'm so happy and honored that you missed me (i'm honored whenever anyone here gives me praise tbh). i also understand your need for andrew, haha! i'll let you in on a thought of mine: i've been thinking of a (relatively) normal younger sister/twin sister that seems to look up to ashley than andrew because ashley's a girl like [reader], so she's able to help her with girl issues like periods, bra/underwear shopping, soothing her mommy issues, etc and andrew is a bit jealous that baby sis likes or hangs out with ashley more than him but he's also embarrassed about this jealousy because he knows (subconsciously or consciously) that it stems from a want to be the person baby sis relies on more... but that's just an idea for later :3 welcome back to the coffin, devious anon, we're happy to have you here!

[fem] reader-insert, pseudo-incest

teehee :3 andrew's in love :3 he loves [reader] :3 he loves you :3 andrew loves you sooo much :3 he wants to kiss you so badly :3 andrew thinks about you every time he jerks his di--

sorry i had to get that out of me... know that renee graves (or should i keep calling her mrs graves??) would take the chance to dump andy onto [reader]'s family. she would STILL have the AUDACITY to say "oh raising you was so easy, i thought i could handle another one..." knowing damn well that it was a DIFFERENT FAMILY raising andrew. to be "fair", renee is 15 years old when she had andrew, she's bound to make dipshit decisions and take them for granted (like how tf do you ask your "disappointment" son for money then call him a freeloader, like what???)

i think being raised by [reader]'s family would highlight the abuse andrew and ashley face even more to them. also having [reader]'s family raise andy as one of their own children next to [reader] just barely manages to fulfill that taboo aspect of their relationship, you know? it's wonderful! like yeah, they're from two different families but andy sometimes slips and and refers to [reader] as his big sis (ashley does it on purpose) and when they take care of leyley, andy can't help but to think how leyley is their baby sister and they're like... mommy and daddy, you know?

i honestly can't really add more to this, the meal you cooked. THE MEAL YOU HAVE BLESSED US WITH, DEVIOUS ANON!!! IT'S SUPERB, IT'S DIVINE!! i'm riding your meat right now, get over here

ashley is doing that thing where she whispers in andrew's ear while he sleeps "you want to date [reader]. you want to keep here forever. you want her to never leave us." she's so silly, i love her. it would be so fucking sweet to if [reader] also saw andrew and ashley as her siblings also. ashley is being neglected/left out by her friends and [reader]'s like "hey guys, we should let ashley have a turn" or "hey ashley, do you have anything to add to the conversation?" and ashley's just, AUGH SHE'S SO SHOCKED, and like... i'm holding her gently in my hands i love her (THEY SHOULD KISS!!! RIGHT NOW!!!)

and the darker route... teehee :3c like... how would she ever find out? for all she should know, her psuedo-sibs/friends have returned from their awful quarantine and wanted to come over to say hi and stay with her for a bit! yippee!! but also the angst is so yummy, having [reader] tied in the back of their stolen car when they go to the new graves' residence and [reader] really thinking "do i turn them in? what if they come back to hurt me? would they hurt me either way?? maybe this is their last murder... yeah! they're just going to kill their parents and then everything will go back to normal!" poor poor [reader]... nothing is going to be normal again... AAAH HEHEHEHEH >:3c

thank you thank you thank you!

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coff-in

[simplydnp]

idk why this matters to me but in the last few months they've been acknowledging so many things I never ever thought they would. pinof and the touching. the phude multiple times. dapc slime (ok they had merch to sell for that one but still)

no but actually. phil literally said 'i thought we weren't acknowledging it' about the phude and now they just bring it up all the time.

pinof reacts... i still can't believe we're in a post pinof-reacts universe. how did that happen. i was changed permanently--like something shuffled in my dna when i got the notif for pinof reacts 1. this is not a physical reaction but a chemical one that cannot be undone. for something that was so... sacred. and integral. to their existence and history. pinof wasn't generally talked about unless it was pinof time. and even then it was 'it'll be up soon' or 'we just posted it' and then Never talked about outside of that. especially not the first one! we freak out about the We Know You Know in the newsletter but it's Always been like that with pinof 1. so to see them--new (& natural 🥺) hair for them both, in a house they bought and built together, in the first few months of giving the gaming channel a second chance--reflect on how it all began? absolutely devastating. and to lean into moments and discuss them in new ways. in territory previously not breached! the 'they're toUching'?!?!? the '11 hour fuck session'!?!? the '£9000 champagne'?!?!? like hey we're not supposed to talk about that, dan and phil might see!! shhh!! but they're the ones saying it!! absolutely wild.

in a way, it had to happen. especially with where we're at now (them literally selling merch of them holding hands). in order for them to move beyond that... mindset? i guess? that a lot of fans had, they had to defang it. i really see it as one of the biggest walls they've broken down in the way they communicate with us. the 'hey. it's okay. we've seen it. it's not a big deal. we will absolutely make fun of you for it though. but we're good.'

i'm just really curious whose idea it was. (lbr it was probably phil given dans not a react kinda guy. but i'd be lying if i said i didn't want to be in the room where it happened when they talked about actually doing it or not, and what it would mean) (big ad revenue thats for sure 🤣 get it kings)

i will never be able to get phil's 'they touched' out of my head and at this point i wouldn't want to. it's absolutely earned. and i guess it makes me a masochist to enjoy the psychic damage it inflicts on me, but such is life i suppose.

the crafts mention really surprised me! i had contemplated a few different scenarios in how they'd go about it, and i'll be honest i feel like they could've committed to the bit a little more but they're forgiven. like what about glitchy interstitials! cuts to the merch website. found footage inserted between sections! i recognize they don't want to 'scare' their usual audience wirh sudden cuts to intense/graphic content but my immersionnn. absolutely shattered by 'oh we have new merch now btw'. cmon boys you love to lie to us. say theres merch up but you dont know where it came from. just that we should buy it 👀 or idk, something clever. and i recognize i may sound like a spoilt brat bc i just got a 14 minute long masterpiece of an unexpected dapc revival, but my immersion. i mean i already bought the merch before they shilled it anyways so it didn't influence me regardless 🤣

ultimately we really are in a new era. even beyond just the revival. i think they're really finding their stride--not only in their content (evidenced by a semi-regular schedule) but also creatively, in doing what they want to do, how they want to do it, and truly not giving that much of a fuck anymore. and i'm really happy for them. phil talked a bit about this in his 'rating my icons' video, where he's kind of decided he doesn't care what people on twitter think, and how it's been good for him, and i think we're seeing that reflected in not only his content, but also the gaming channel. they play what they want. they say what they want. and it's just fun. dan going on the record to say he's really enjoying it makes me so happy to hear, because literally december 2022 he believed he'd disappear after WAD. and now, instead, he gets to play games and make stupid jokes and smile and laugh multiple times a week, and he's really happy about it. he gets to be silly and goofy and crude without having to Stress about it. i keep saying it but they're so settled now. and as someone who's followed them through big changes and turbulent times, getting to see them happy after everything... it brings a lot of hope. and i know theyre millionaires. but there's something to looking at someone you fell in love with 15 years ago the same then as you do now. but instead of it being something scary, something you have to hide, something that feels like it can consume you and everything you have--it gets to be something beautiful. and regular. and embraced. you've read this far you get to listen to me wax poetic about them.

we've been thoroughly boiled and maybe, just maybe, it's warming our hearts too.

[bonefall]

did you already start planning squirrelstar's leader ceremony and if so who's giving her the 9 lives?

I'm still a bit concerned that the writers will pull something with her 9 lives, but I've got so many good choices for BB!Squilf that it's not an issue to start considering who's gonna turn up for her.

Plus, honestly, NOT totally interested in abiding by canon if they commit the dumbshit we're suspecting they might. Pre-emptively biting and killing it.

Here's the list of candidates so far. Everyone with a * is a definite yes;

Goldenflower Her mentor in BB, replacing Dustpelt! After everything Squilf has gone through with Bramblestar, and after Golfy took her son's side after the big reveal, it feels good for her to show up with a life for Judgement. To decide when to listen to her heart, but also, when to realize when it is leading her astray.

Sandstorm Mother choice is a solid one, though I'm leaning towards giving this life to Ferncloud for variety. Squilf's got 5 immediate relatives here to give her a life.

Hollylark* Her grandkit, and Sparkpelt's mate who sacrificed xeir life to take her illness away. Xey'd give her a life for Interdependence, for all of the connections that bind a Clan together. Love, friendship, convenience, family. Squilf is familiar with sacrifice in service of it... but it's more than that. To love is to BE loved-- she must accept reciprocity. And... xey'd make some kind of loaded comment about Nightheart, knowing that neither one of them want to talk badly about him. I might end up changing xeir life to something like "letting go," as foreshadowing for how I'm absolutely planning for Nightheart to NOT return to ThunderClan after his road trip with Frostpaw. BUT I don't decide arcs until they're done so we'll have to seeeeee

Firestar* Basically required. Squirrelstar is his daughter, the successor of his ideology, and the follow-up to a leader that Firestar considers a mistake. His chats at these sorts of ceremonies often get wistful, so I feel like they'd talk about second chances, wanting people to be better than they are, how to fix things that are broken and when they aren't worth the effort. He says it explicitly, "You're just like me. A spark of my flames, burning bright, long after I've become starlight..." His life would be for Progress. To continue to evolve and grow, to never be so stuck in the past that she can't see the future, to know when things can be fixed and when they must be broken.

Rosepetal I want to save her on one hand, but on the other, having her go out in a blaze of glory at some point in ASC or TBC is a good reason why Squilf didn't make her deputy. Rose was her first apprentice and has always been a dedicated, passionate warrior who would deeply want that spot. If she's here for the 9 lives ceremony, she'd give Squilf a life for Ferocity. "Give them twice the Hell you always do, so that it's like I'm right there next to you."

Shrewface* (Shrewpaw in life.) Her guardian angel. He helped her hide the secret of Leafpool's pregnancy, and has always stood over her, providing help secretly. Now he can finally stand before her and give her a life. He would actually stumble and chuckle, because he's wanted to do it for so long he's blanking on the life he wants to give her. On one paw, Squilf is a little annoyed. It's a super serious leader ceremony, holy moment in her life, but on the other... Shrewface is so HAPPY! His joy is infectious. He's standing before her as the adult he would have been, but under that, she sees the funny teenage best friend that she lost so long ago. It feels almost like being a kid again. So she picks her own life by saying, "How about one for Joy?" And he says, "Hey that's a great idea!"

Rainwhisker A ThunderClan cat who died in the WindClan Civil War, and someone she remembers fondly. The life he gives is a life for Collateral. He has no shame in how he died, and he believes Firestar's call was the right one. But he needs to remind Squirrelflight that beliefs are backed with blood. Every time she brings her Clan into war, there is a chance that someone will die because of her choice. He restates that he believes his death was noble; but his life will remind her of the cost that someone else might pay.

Sootfur If it's not Rainwhisker, I'd like his brother Soot to be here. I think his death was haunting, with how Squilf couldn't save him, watching him tumble down a rockface because of his broken leg and being brutally murdered by what-is-now a boar. She's carried guilt from how she couldn't save him her whole life, so in contrast to Rainwhisker, his life is for Acceptance. To remember that not everything is her fault, and she could NEVER be so perfect as to avoid all of life's misfortunes. Even if others pin blame onto her for something she couldn't control; no leader is powerful enough to save everyone. Thinking about it though, I might really try to slot BOTH of these guys in. I think the contrast of the two back to back is powerful; that actions have consequences, but not every tragedy is a consequence.

Ferncloud She just died very recently, taking both Graystripe's super edition AND his sacrifice in the Dark Forest. Graystripe is still alive, living at the tribe with his son Stormfur. She confronted Ashfur for Squilf, so it feels right that she also comes to support her here. Ferncloud, for the first time in so many years, looks at peace. She isn't gray and grizzled anymore, but sleek and vibrant. Her family surrounds her, Dustpelt, Elderberry, Brindleface, her many lost kits. So, the life that she gives Squilf is for Faith. In StarClan that she will always have Clanmates in the skies to watch out for her, in her Clan that there will always be future angels fighting by her side.

Longtail Her uncle, and Jayfeather's mentor who trained him into the full angel-punching cat he became. During the big trial she has in Squirrelflight's Horror, Longtail was one of her loudest supporters, and eventually nudged her backwards so her son could grab her ankle and drag her back down to the mortal plane. He's always been her wonderful uncle, so, he might end up taking that life for Faith from Ferncloud. Just depending.

Feathertail* I want her to show up in the ceremonies of every patrol cat who achieves power, as a given. If we get Crowstar, I also want her to be there. I just think it's nice that if Crow, Bramble, and Squilf ever did end up able to chat about this together, in spite of the TANGIBLE awkwardness of the three of them being in the same room, they'd be able to make a joke about Feathertail Gives You A Life and it would land a little TOO hard, be a little TOO funny, because they were hoping that SOMETHING would lighten the air and it did. But anyway, this incredibly specific desire aside, Feathertail Gives You A doobie life for Tranquility. That the once-impulsive Squirrelstar will be able to slow down and consider every action, to take a deep breath in stressful times and think about what she's about to do. That as leader she will be under immense pressure, yeah, but also immense power. She can always afford to take a moment before making a big decision.

Leafpool* MANDATORY. There's NO reality where I do not end off this ceremony with Leafpool. When she steps up, they can't look at each other without crying. It overwhelms them, to the point where Squilf can't even choke out her sister's name. Leafpool, meanwhile, has gotten used to controlling her body while her heart breaks into billions of little pieces. She'd done it for her whole life, and now, she does it again in death. "this life is for love," she touches her night-cold nose to Squirrelstar's, and the new leader's vision begins to fade into black, "you know why." From the darkness, memories burst forth. Of them as kits, their silly games and dreams, how they planned to one day be the cleric and leader of ThunderClan together. The terrible loneliness of being separated while Squirrelpaw was on the Sundrown Patrol. The ache in Leafpool's heart whenever she saw her sister mistreated; how she gave up on relationships with Crowfeather and, to some extent, with Mothwing as well so she could serve her Clan and stay with her family. The three kits, the anxiety as Squirrelflight took them, the way it felt like Leafpool was being flayed to give them up. Parenting, loyalty, betrayal as Hollyleaf snapped and revealed the secret Squirrelflight desperately didn't want to keep, the guilt that Leafpool felt watching her suffer for helping her. The way they always felt like, on some level, it was them against the world.

And then she wakes up, back on the shore of the Moonpool, with her Clerics beside her. Leafpool is gone. StarClan is, once again, very far away, and she's left with nothing but the cold feeling on her nose and the looming specter of war ahead of her.

12 candidates in total, but only 9 can take the spot. So I'll trim it down once we get there!

[sourbinnie]

☆ overcome.mp3 ☆

/ happy ending /

♡ genre ¿? ♡ -> angst with a hopeful ending ♡ pair ¿? ♡ -> ot8!skz x gn!reader ♡ plot ¿? ♡ -> forgiveness doesn't come easy but they already knew that. ♡ warnings ¿? ♡ -> cursing ♡ request ¿? ♡ -> yes!

first part -> hyung line | maknae line

a/n: here's the happy ending that i promised and we're done with the series ¡! you can choose which ending you prefer to read.

chan ✉

staying all alone that night made you process a whole lot of things. mostly how much you loved chan and how much he meant to you for you to give up. but that didn't mean that what he said didn't hurt you and affect you in a way. second chances are not given, they're earned and you wanted for him to prove that. for him to show you that he really wanted this and he wanted it as much as you did.

when he opened the door in the morning to check on you, he didn't expect to still find you in your shared bedroom. even after crying all your tears out, you didn't have the strength to face him because you didn't wanna give in too easily. you were determined to try and make him understand what you felt.

"hey babe. i called but you did not answer." he said simply and you just looked at him taking in his appearance. the bags under his eyes, the clothes that he wore yesterday and the regret in his voice. "i don't even know where to start, i just don't know why i said that and i'm sorry."

"i know. i just needed some time chris, it's okay. well i mean what you said it's not okay but i don't wanna lose what we have." you said as you grabbed his hand, intertwining your fingers with his and holding onto them. "but i need you that if something like this happens again, i won't hesitate to walk out the door." 

"i won't take you for granted. i just need one more chance and i'll show you what you truly are worth. i just can't believe i said those things and-." he tried to explain again but you stopped him

"chris. i know and let's try not to repeat that mistake, okay? i'd rather not talk about it because i don't wanna remember but just please know that i'll stay." you said and he sighed as he nodded. he felt like a weight was off his chest but at the same time he knew he had to be better and do better. it hurt to know that he hurt you but this was his chance to fix it.

minho ✉

you knew how he was. he was 100% gonna chase after you left even if you insisted that you wanted to be alone tonight. you still hoped he would come after you anyways, even if it still hurt. even if he found the worst words possible to express his anger, you wanted to see him. it might've been delusional or stupid but you needed to hear him say sorry a few more times.

and there he was, absolutely exhausted from running. leaving his work scene even after winning another show but caring a bit more about saving his relationship than celebrating with his bandmates. you looked at him right in the eye and you could sense regret but you needed to hear from him first.

"baby, love, jagi i'm so fucking sorry." lee minho was on his knees in a public scenery begging for forgiveness. you would've never painted this picture in your mind but here it was right in front of you. "i would do anything for you if i have to. i know i look like a fool and you're probably dying of embarrassment but if you decide to end things, i don't think i'm gonna be able to take it."

"just like i'm not taking what just happened. listen minho and please get up." like he was in your command, he got up immediately. "i don't know what your ex boyfriends/girlfriends were like but i'm not gonna stand the hurtful comments you make. however i'm not gonna let you go but i need some time yeah?" 

"how much time?" you've never seen him so determined yet so desperate at the same time. he really wanted to be with you and it showed but it wasn't enough. actions spoke louder than words and you hoped he would demonstrate that.

"i'll let you know, for now just let me be." you said walking away not before he hugged you tightly and did not let go for a solid minute. you ruffled his hair as you pressed a kiss to his forehead. maybe time would heal the open wounds after all.

changbin ✉

"did you truly feel that way?" you asked when he arrived home from the studio. you were so ready to leave but you needed to know before you did if this was anger speaking or if he truly felt what he said. you were a firm believer that words were spoken for a reason. he sighed and left his things before looking at you, trying to take in the scene that you might just leave him if you didn't say the right things.

"no. i could never feel that way about you even if i wanted to. i was angry and that's not an excuse but i need you to know that the truth is that. take me or leave me, i would rather you be with someone who didn't provoke as much damage as i did tonight." he said and you could see the tears coming out like a cascade. it hurt to see him this way and you didn't know what to do. "love i'm sorry, i know i don't deserve it but would you please stay tonight?" 

"why? what's gonna change?" you asked, crossing your arms as you looked at him. he looked so fragile and broken at the same time. he expected for you to be mad but you just looked disappointed and that hurt even more. "binnie please say anything just to make me wanna stay."

"i love you. i want to be with you so badly even if all my insecurities are telling me no right now, i need you so bad. i know i'm not enough, i know i shouldn't have said any of those words, fuck them, i always wanted you and that's never gonna change." he said wiping his tears away and getting close to you. you didn't take a step back this time as you took in your arms and cried with him. "i won't ever make you feel like that ever again (y/n), please stay."

"okay. i'll stay for tonight but we'll talk in the morning clearly yeah?" you said as he nodded. he needed to make things right this time and not let you down.

hyunjin ✉

you could hear a lot of movement coming from the other side of the door. you thought hyunjin left but it looked like he didn't as you headed towards your kitchen where the noise was coming. he was there doing the dishes, he had done every task that was left unattended before. if that made him think that he was gonna forgive you, then he didn't know you.

"yes i know. it's not enough but i was complaining like an idiot and not doing anything." he said as he sighed looking at you. you were still mad at his comments and it looked like it wasn't gonna be easy for him but then again that's what he loved about you, you stood there proud like you were. "i'm sorry. i shouldn't have said anything and i don't know what it was that put me in a mood to say that shit to you. it doesn't matter, what matters is you and i hope you know that i will change if i have to because i can't be creating drama like this anymore."

"it's not that jinnie. i usually don't mind putting up with it but today it was too much. your words just hurt me in a way, made me feel like i was worth less than you and them for that matter." you explained and he nodded. he felt like crying but he didn't want to in front of you. he felt hopeless and so fucking sad that he made you feel like this. 

"i know. i'm sorry, you're worth more than i could ever ask for and i don't want you to feel any different. i know it's not easy what you do and i'm gonna help around more because we're a team right? we both need to put in the effort." he said as he got close to you, carefully planting a kiss on your forehead. 

"a team, i like that." you muttered as you gave in to his arms and rested your head on his chest.

jisung ✉

being without jisung was hell but you needed time. even if he tried to contact you in every way that he could, it went ignored for now. it was probably painting the worst image on his mind but one day you showed up back to the apartment you shared together. it surprised you to see him there, sleeping on the couch, you would've thought he was staying at the dorms.

"baby? you're here?" he asked as he opened his eyes and tried to compose himself in front of you. he got up so fast, he almost fell but he tried to put on his best look as he didn't know why you were here. well it was your house but after what happened, he lived there thinking the worst. "babe can we talk?"

"yeah that's why i came here. to give you a chance to explain yourself." you said firmly and it took him by surprise just like your arrival. he wanted a second chance so badly so he decided to look for the best words and to tell you the absolute truth of it all.

"okay. i'm gonna start by saying i'm sorry and letting you know that even if i did fuck up real bad, i still want you and only you more than anyone or anything. i don't think you're difficult and i definitely don't think you're bad. i just said the worst words at the worst time didn't i? now that i'm saying it out loud i don't think i even deserve a second chance. but i'm gonna fight for you every day because i truly believe you're the one (y/n)." he said and he expected not to cry but he still felt the sobs leaving his body anyways.

you welcomed him in your arms as he couldn't stop crying and sighed. jisung wasn't truly mean spirited, he wouldn't say words like that because he meant them you thought. it would take long to heal but you were willing to give him another chance.

"it's okay. we're okay but we still need to talk about it whenever we can yeah?" you said as he responded "yesyesyes" which made you laugh. you wiped his tears away and hoped that things like these wouldn't happen again.

felix ✉

i waited an entire day to text felix again. as much as i was doubting myself, thinking that maybe i am too clingy, there was a part of me hoping he didn't mean it at all. expecting that the worst was just out of anger or fear and not a pure emotion he was feeling so hurtful and devastating. i got an immediate response saying he would come over and before i could respond, he was already at the door.

opening up the door to see a distraught and tired felix was a surprise. it was a competition through your mind telling you that you shouldn't care about what he did but in the end your tender side always won as you took in his appearance. 

"love i'm sorry. i'm so fucking sorry." he repeated over and over as he came in but he didn't just pass through, he fell right into my arms as i held him. "i'm the fucking clingy one, i'm the one who can't be without you and you're not a bother at all. i invited you and every frustration got the best of me and i took it out on the person i love the most and i-."

"i know." i didn't exactly know because there was still this side of me that was deeply hurt by his words. but i was willing to understand where he was coming from and what was happening that led him to get so angry.

"i don't deserve your forgiveness. i don't even deserve to be standing here in front of you or you holding me but please know that i will always be sorry about this." he said looking me in the eye. bloodshot eyes suddenly closing as i leaned in and met him for a kiss. it was a painful one because it felt like a last one but i savoured every moment that i could get with felix. 

"i still want you felix." i said and he closed the gap again as he met me for another kiss. he wanted me as much as i did and sometimes doing something about it spoke louder than a million words.

seungmin ✉

as you unlocked the door of your unshared bedroom, you didn't expect seungmin to be sleeping on the floor on the other side. you crouched down as you slowly poked him to wake him up and that's when he opened his eyes, they were reddish and his hair was a mess. 

"i didn't even notice i fell asleep at the door." he said as you both got up and the tension was still there. you didn't know how to feel and he didn't know what to say exactly. he was convinced you were mad at him but you just looked so sad that it broke him. even when you closed the door and he pretended to walk away, he stayed. he wanted to see you so bad yet every part of him knew that you needed to be alone.

"minnie do you actually want to break up with me?" you asked and you never saw him shake his head so fast. he didn't cry very often but he was willing to cry in front of you if it meant that you would see how sorry he was.

"never in a million years. i know what i said is not okay and that i should've never mentioned it in the first place." he said as he took your hands and looked at you again. "i'm sorry love, i'm sorry for making you feel unappreciated and unloved because that's the thing i want you to feel the least."

"i just thought you were going to leave me when you said that." you sincerely said and if his heart didn't break before, the sight and the words before him were killing his heart slowly.

"no, never. you can't get rid of me that easily baby. i will always stay and tell you the truth." he said as he kissed your cheek and as soon as he placed it, you gave him a little smile that warmed his heart back again. maybe you wouldn't get over this quickly but then again he did not expect that to happen, he would be there in the healing process.

jeongin ✉

he did let you go that night but he insisted that he wanted to talk every minute of the day after it. as much as you thought that you needed time, you needed to see him again before it all crumbled apart. he was there waiting for you in your apartment as you got back from work. who knows how long he had been standing there, looking a mess and hoping for the best.

"(y/n), god i missed you." it filled your heart with so many feelings that you could not express the way he said those words. you were so hurt and you could tell by just looking at him that he wasn't doing well either. he wanted to lean in for a kiss or just have you in his arms again but he contained himself from doing so.

"i missed you too innie. i think we need to talk before... we do anything." you said and he nodded as he stood there awkwardly but he knew it was his turn to talk, to mend things and to make it right this time like he didn't do it that night.

"i'm sorry, i know that it wasn't an okay thing to say. i know exactly why i'm with you and i wouldn't want to be with anyone else in any other way. i want you because you've taught me so much, showed me so much of myself and loved me unconditionally from the start." he was in the verge of tears but he swallowed and continued talking. "i don't think i'm able to be without you, just right now it's been hell."

"i feel the same way, i don't like being apart from you even if i'm mad." you said honestly and he nodded 'cause he felt the same way. "i would like to take things slow, i don't forgive you fully but you're there innie. i wish i could erase the pain but i can't."

"i know, i'll show that i mean it baby. i'll show you how i actually feel." he said and you believed him. you truly did want him to show you what needed to be shown. before he could leave, you hugged him so tight and that's when he let the tears actually go.

[12-seconds-to-live]

What If?

Pairing: F1Grid2021! x reader driver!

This is the story of how neither Max Verstappen or Lewis Hamilton became F1 Champions in 2021. 

A girl did.

“What does it feel to be the villian of this season?” “This villian is going to be a world champion”

Abu Dhabi, december 12th - 16:30

"Are you scared?” 

Tik tok, tik tok

I was able to hear the clock tickling on my motorhome. 

A breathe

The eyes of George looking at me

“No, I’m not”

Yes, you are

“You got this and If you don’t...” I sigh

“Please don’t  finish that phrase”

“Sorry, it’s just...”

“I know, there’s a lot on the plate but you know. I don’t have many options right now”

George take my hand “You’re really talented and the best option is winning and you’re making the impossible, like, in a Williams. You’re more clever that all those who want to see you fall. And for next year, did they called you?”

“Not yeat, I guess they’re waiting for the race”

“They’ll look like fools If they don’t call” We share a small laugh

“Thank you for this year, Mercedes is lucky to have you, Lewis will” He smiled

“I’ll still see you from the other side” We stand from the sofa and share a hug “Stay afraid, but do it anyway. What’s important is the action. You don’t have to wait to be confident. Just do it and eventually the confidence will follow”

Abu Dhabi, december 12th - 17:50

"Radio check"

"Loud and clear"

"We are all with you... whatever happens at the end, you're our champion, Williams is back thanks to you and George"

"Thank you, I need to hear that"

"Formation lap in one minute"

LAP 35/58

"Gap at 0.4 behind Lewis. So let’s just…"

"Why is Verstappen pushing me off-track"

"Yeah, yeah copy we aren´t happy with that. They're investigating"

"I'm gotta go menu dash position two. Tell them that he can't have the position back"

LAP 45/58

"Hamilton 26.8, 26.8. And let us know about the tyres for a Safety Car"

"How many laps left?"

"13 when you cross the line, 13 when you cross the line. Gap to Hamilton at 13.9"

"Copy. I'm ok with a set of hards. Do we have a chance?"

"I know you do. Stay still kid"

LAP 50/58

"And we’ve seen Norris with a front-left puncture, so just be careful on the kerbs"

"So we think the problem might be just turn 15, turn 16"

"I’m off kerbs"

"Okay, copy"

"Lewis still has free air"

"The gap is seven seconds and there’ll be eight to go when you cross the line"

"Copy. Status of Lando?"

"He's out of the car and well"

LAP 58/58

I crossed the line and saw all the fireworks over the finish line. I felt different, something like never before, not like winning in Monaco or Monza. I'm a world champion, the first woman of many.

I watched the people in the crowd weaving at me. I heard the screaming over the radio and while I was slowing down I felt tears runing down my face.

"I'm absolutely speechless. YOU DID IT! Thank you, we love you. Our world champion!"

"Oh, my God yes! Yes, yes! Oh, my God! Oh my God!"

"Y/N! I TOLD YOU SO! You are the world champion, the world champion!"

"GEORGE!? This is ours! WE DID IT!

"You absolutely deserve it, kid. Even if you're not going to stay with us next year, we owe you everything! What a year working alongside you"

"They haven't called so..."

"Are you kidding? The news dropped before the race. You're going to be alongside Max next year"

"No freaking way!"

"We are so proud of you. We always will"

"Oh, my God guys. I love you so much. From my teammate, my race engineer and everyone at the factory"

"You have driven like a champion all year. You deserve that. We needed a bit of luck. You got it. You made it happen. And we love you. We absolutely fucking love you" said George and the whole screaming in the garage was getting louder

"It is unbelievable guys. Can we repeat this If you guys want me in the future?"

After the whole podium celebration with Lewis and Max, one thing was clear. Max didn't win his first championship and Lewis lost his eight. My phone was blowing with messages from social media and my family and friends. But my eyes we're locked with Anthony Hamilton chat.

I knew that Lewis wasn't ok. He hugged his dad and even I can't see his face, he cried. He remains stronger on the podium but I can't look at him in the eyes.

I walked to the Mercedes motorhome. Toto was talking to George and stand up at the moment he saw me.

"I'm sorry"

"You don't have to. You drive so well this season that all of us knew that maybe we could lose"

"Oh. Did you guys talk?"

"Yeah, a few words. We have time"

"I'm gonna see him, it's just... I don't know"

"Go, y/n"

I knock at his door and his dad pat me in the back and let us alone. Lewis was laying down in the sofa with a towel covering his face. When he heard the door closing he remove it.

"Hi" I said

"Hey" He smiled

"I'm not going to make dumb questions, just, I'm happy of how this season went. You're been in the sport longer that I've been alive and even if the feeling of losing it's here, don't let it stay. You're still eveeryone's champion, even mine"

I sit down next to him and he took my hand

"I wanted you to win, you know?"

"You what?" I..." I gasp

"Yeah, you've been so amazing. You have the hunger of a champion and now that you made it, well, you're my idol now"

"Lewis..." I felt that I was going to cry

"Don't cry, baby. Go celebrate. I'm fine, I still more seasons ahead to beat you" I smiled to him and give him a hug

"Let me know when you're in London. To spend a day with you, all right?"

"That's a promise"

He hugged me again and I leave the room. A few people of Mercede's staff were around and congratulate me. As I was walking to my car to go to the hotel, I heard a text.

A thank you from Lewis.

Yeah, he's going to be back.

And maybe in the end ... We are all superheroes.

Each of us with a tragic back story

Specific sets of attributes

Some of us fly

Some of us read minds

And maybe some of us-

Are stronger than others,

We all have potential.

I believe the only difference

Between us all is ...

Who will stand up and fight?

[ktyekmrf30]

We're 5 episodes in and I'm impressed with how well they combine the main plot about group and the romance. Usually I like to rant about how directors forget about the romance for the sake of the boring plot or vice versa completely immerse in unnecessary scenes for couples and ignoring the main and really interesting plot, but here! The way MARS has their own life, problems and ways to solve them, how Po has his own life, friends and problems, how we also have the story of Thame and Po, the one who finally gives love a second chance after the betrayal of his ex-partner and the other who falls in love for the first time in his life. How Po smoothly weaves into MARS's life, helping to solve their problems and becoming their friend, how MARS (mostly Jun) gets into Po's life. Right now I believe Jun is the one who knows the most about Po's past? and also how he intervened into Thame and Po's relationship with his own reasons which actually helps blossoms their feelings. How Po becomes the only person MARS can trust besides each other and etc. I'm just so happy to watch it all and absolutely captivated by how equally interested I am in the group plot and the romance. Pi'Mui, you have my heart now.