#Car Crash in G Major

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bluer birthday — yang jungwon.

synopsis. one last picture means one last chance to travel back in time to bring your dead boyfriend, yang jungwon back. but when you go back in time, you find yourself landing mere seconds before the crash that took your boyfriend’s life. with only a little time to spare, you find yourself needing to make a decision.

genre. angst (happy birthday won i’m sorry), alternate ending to blue birthday (please read that fic before this one or it won’t make sense), inspired by the tv show blue birthday

pairing. non idol! jungwon x fem! reader

word count. 2.4k

warnings. major character death, car crash, blood, ambulances, swearing

authors note. this is long overdue😅 i was supposed to post this like a week after i posted the original blue birthday fic, but… here i am now with the alternate ending! happy birthday jungwon 😅 and don’t worry i didn’t just post angst for his bday😭 there is a sequel to kiss and cry that is full of fluff if you’d like to read that too !! but in the meantime, enjoy the alternate ending to blue birthday ^_^

ONE. present day, 2026. 

You hold the last photo in your hands as Youngeun looks at you nervously. 

Your hands tremble a little as you look at the picture – you know that this is your last shot at bringing Jungwon back. You have tampered with the past, present and the future too much, and you know that there could be serious consequences. Regardless, you would do anything for Jungwon. 

“You only have one chance,” Youngeun tells you. 

You let out a shaky breath as you look at her. “Yeah. I do. This is my last shot.” 

“When you burn the picture, it should bring you back to when the photo was taken, right?” Youngeun asks, and you nod. At least, that’s what happened the last couple of times when you went back in time. You can only hope that the same thing happens this time. 

“Do you need any extra details?” Youngeun asks. 

“No,” you say, gazing at the photo. “It’s okay.” 

You remember every single second. How could you not, when you watched the person that you cared about the most die right in front of your very eyes. Every year on your birthday, you are reminded of the scene, and you want nothing but to erase it from your memory. 

“Good luck,” Youngeun says. “We’ll be waiting for you when you both are back.” 

“Thank you, Youngeun.” you smile at your friend. “I think I’m going to need it.”

“Don’t hurt yourself while you’re there,” she tells you. 

You nod, before you light the candle, taking one last look at the picture before holding it above the fire, letting the photo burn it away. 

TWO. the day of the accident, 2021.

You open your eyes walking across a street that looks all too familiar. 

You turn to look at who’s standing next to you, and it’s Jungwon. But something doesn’t seem right. The photo didn’t bring you back to when the photo was taken – you woke up in a completely different moment from the same day, and it’s only when you see the name of the street when you realise what’s going on.

Jungwon is mere seconds away from getting killed from that car. 

Your eyes widen in fear, shaking your head. “No, no, no.” you mumble, trying not to startle Jungwon. You look to your right, and you see the dreaded car plate that is engraved into your memory. 52 3018. 

You take a quick look at your watch, and it’s like time slows down when you read the time on your watch. 7:07, and there’s 30 seconds until the crash. The car is moving faster and faster towards you and Jungwon, and you know you can’t just yank Jungwon’s arm and pull you both away from the crash.

Your heart sinks as you come to the realisation that it’s either you, or him.

And you can’t lose him again. 

The car moves closer and closer, and you know in just a few seconds, Jungwon’s about to be hit. “Wonie, I’m sorry.” you say hurriedly, blinking back the tears in your eyes before you push him towards the opposite side of the street, out of harm’s way. 

Flashing lights. Loud car honks. And this time, it is your body that the car collided with. 

You fall to the ground, feeling nothing but pain everywhere in your body — you’re bleeding, you’re sure of it. You pant as you lie there, and you hear Jungwon’s loud scream when he realises what just happened to you. “No, no, no.” Jungwon shakes his head as he rushes over to be by your side.

“(Name)? (Name)? Look at me, look at me please.” Jungwon says, his hands clutching yours desperately.

You look up at him weakly, with a small, sad smile. “I’m sorry, Won.” 

“Please don’t leave me, (Name). Just hold on, we’re getting help.” Jungwon says, his lower lip quivering as he holds onto you tightly. His hands are stained with blood, your blood, but he is too focused on your state to notice.

“There’s no use, Jungwon. You and I both know I’m not going to make it out alive.” you choke out, and Jungwon shakes his head. “You’ll make it. I know you will.” he says, and you smile sadly. 

“I know I won’t. Jungwon… I know how this ends. I’m from the future.” you say, and you can feel yourself getting weaker and weaker. “I’m the (Name) from 5 years later. It was originally you who died in this crash. I went back in time to try and save you… but I failed.” 

“Why didn’t you let it be me, (Name)? It should’ve been me.” Jungwon says, holding back a choked sob. “Why?” 

“I couldn’t lose you again.”

“But now I’m losing you.” 

“I know… I’m sorry. I wanted it to end with you and me being able to spend more time together. Fate wasn’t in our favour, I guess.” you say, and Jungwon knows that he’s going to lose you soon. Your breathing is more laboured, and he knows you’re fighting to keep your eyes open, because if you close them, you don’t know if you’ll ever get to open them again.

“You’ll be okay, (Name). You’ll make it.” 

Jungwon says it as if he’s just trying to convince himself. He knows deep in his heart that he’ll be losing you today, and there’s nothing he can do to try and reverse it. But oh, how he wished he could. 

“Can you just… talk to me?” you say, looking at him, tears brimming your eyes. Jungwon squeezes your hand, brushing your hair out of your face — and that is when he realises that your blood is on his hands. 

Tears roll down his cheeks, but he tells himself he shouldn’t start properly sobbing until you go. 

“Okay.” he says. “Today is your birthday. I was going to give you a surprise party. Intak, Youngeun, Hikaru, and all your other friends would be there, and I even got Maeumi a party hat for you.”

You smile at his words. 

“I have plans for tomorrow, too. We’ll go to the Han River, have a picnic, and watch a movie on my iPad. We could walk Maeumi at the park, too.” 

Jungwon pulls one tiny box out of his pocket. “This is your birthday gift, he tells you, opening the box. There are two silver rings inside, and Jungwon pulls one of them out.

“I got us promise rings.” he says, and your smile gets wider. He slips it onto your finger, and you smile, trying your best to look at it even though you can feel yourself starting to slip away.

“I love you.” he says, blinking back tears. “I always will.” 

“I love you too,” you whisper back, and Jungwon tries his best to smile. He has to be strong in this moment for you. He doesn’t want the last thing you see to be him sobbing. He wants you to feel at peace. 

“I’ll find my way back to you.” Jungwon whispers, bringing your hand up to his face to kiss the promise ring. There’s a small smile on your lips, and then your hand falls limp.

You’re gone.

And that’s when Jungwon completely loses it.

He lets the dam break. He’s crying and screaming like he’s never before. It’s right then when the ambulance arrives, and when the paramedics tell him that he needs to let go, he just drowns out the sound, with the only thing he can hear being his own cries.

Jungwon is forcefully separated from you when one of the paramedics pulls him away from your body, as he kicks, screams and writhes in the man’s grip. The paramedic sets him down on a nearby park bench, patting Jungwon on the back as the boy cries.

“I know no matter what I say, it still won’t take away the pain you are feeling. It’s very hard to lose someone, especially someone who you held very close to your heart.” the paramedic says. “But, I’m very sorry for your loss.”

“It was supposed to be me.” Jungwon sobs. “I should’ve been the one who got hit. And now I’ve lost her.” 

“She saved your life. She’s a hero.” the paramedic tells him.

“I thought we would have more time together. It’s her birthday today. Or… was.” Jungwon chokes out through sobs. You’re gone now, so he supposed that he has to refer to you in past tense. But he doesn’t want to. “We were going to her surprise party that I organised for her.”

“I’m sure she would have loved it.” the paramedic tells him.

“I wish she could’ve seen it.” Jungwon says, wiping his tears with his sleeve. He then notices that your blood is still on his hands, and his sobs get even louder.

The paramedic pats his back in an attempt to comfort him. “You’ll be okay, kid. You’ll be okay.” 

Despite what the paramedic says, Jungwon feels like he won’t be okay. 

He doesn’t know if he ever will be.

THREE. present day, 2027.

“Happy birthday, Jungwon!” 

It has been 6 years since you left. Jungwon has never liked his birthday celebrations after your passing, only indulging in them because his friends spent so much time preparing it all for him.

“Thank you guys.” Jungwon says, mustering up a smile.

Intak tells him to blow out his candles. “Make a wish!” 

Jungwon wishes for you to come back.

It has been his wish every single year since your passing. Yet, every single year, it doesn’t seem to come true. Jungwon knows that he should move on — it’s what you would have wanted, but he finds that he can’t.

Every hour, every minute, every second, his mind is consumed with the thought of you. Wondering if he can bring you back, thinking about all the fun things that you two could do if you were still here, and praying to whoever’s up there to take pity on him, and bring you back.

“I got you a little something, Jungwon.” Intak says, pulling out a gift bag from behind him. He hands it to Jungwon, who accepts it with a small smile. “Thank you, Intak.” he says.

He opens the bag to reveal a box. It’s a necklace, with a butterfly chain necklace. “It was (Name)‘s. I got it for her birthday last year, before she decided to… you know. Go back in time. I figured that you might want it.”

Jungwon looks at the necklace with a sad smile. “She really liked it, didn’t she?” 

“Loved it.” 

“I know every year doesn’t get easier for you,” Intak says, and Jungwon nods. “It doesn’t get easier for us either. We didn’t know she had this whole plan to bring you back… until she wa gone. And I say this every year, but you’ve got to stop blaming yourself for her passing.” 

“I know.” Jungwon replies. “It’s hard not to, though.” 

“I get it.” Intak says, pressing his lips into a thin line. “Healing is a process. It takes time.” 

“I got you something too,” Youngeun suddenly pipes up. She pulls out a box from behind her, setting it on the table. She pushes it towards Jungwon, who opens it hesitantly.

There are a bunch of film pictures of you and Jungwon. They look like the one he took back in high school, but since he’s in it, he couldn’t possibly have taken it. 

“You were not the only photographer in high school.” Youngeun says. “These are photos that our lovely Hikaru took of you two. We found her old camera, and then we found these photos and got them developed. Thought you would like to see them.”

Jungwon smiles as he flicks through the photos, each of them bringing him back in time. He sees picture after picture of you looking at him with the brightest smile, your eyes practically sparkling as you gaze at him lovingly. 

Jungwon would give anything to see you look at him like that again. 

Every single year, on not only your birthday but also his, he has blamed himself for your passing. You had gone back in time to try and stop the event that had killed him in the original timeline, but it only led to that event killing you instead. 

He desperately wishes for you to still be here. Every birthday celebration reminds him of the one that he had organised just before your passing, the one that you were mere minutes away from seeing before your life was taken. 

The healthy thing for Jungwon to do is move on. 

So on the 6th anniversary of your death, and also your birthday, Jungwon heads to your grave, holding a small cake in a box and a bouquet of cherry blossoms – your favourite flowers. He sits down on the grass, pulling the photos that Hikaru had taken back in high school out of his bag. 

“It’s been 6 years since you left.” Jungwon says out loud. He hopes you can hear him. “It’s also your birthday.” He opens the box, taking out the cake. He takes a lighter out of his bag, lighting the candle. “Happy birthday, (Name).” 

He sings you the happy birthday song quietly, setting the cake down on the lid of the box. “I miss you. I hope you’re celebrating your birthday happily.” he says, a bittersweet smile on his lips. 

“Every year doesn’t get easier,” he confesses. “Is this how you felt before you had gone back in time to try and save me?” 

He asks a question he knows he won’t get an answer to. 

“I would do anything to bring you back. Maybe I should try what you did. Maybe Hikaru’s pictures can bring me back in time too.” Jungwon says, looking at the picture. The flame on the candle flickers, and for a split second, Jungwon debates on burning one of the photos to see if it can bring him back. 

He stays silent for a little while, staring sadly at your headstone. There’s a bunch of other flowers placed around it, which Jungwon deduces must be from your family and other friends who came earlier. 

Jungwon takes a look at the promise ring on his finger. For a second, the candle on the cake flickers, and for a split second, Jungwon sees a photo being held above a fire, with the picture being slowly burnt away. He blinks quickly a couple of times, and the vision is gone. 

He looks at the candle once again, and then he looks at the picture held in his hands. 

Without a second thought, Jungwon holds the picture above the flame.

The only thought in Jungwon’s mind as he watches the picture burn away is that he hopes that his birthday wish for the past 6 years can come true. 

[dreamauri]

┇𝗗𝗘𝗗𝗜𝗖𝗔𝗧𝗘𝗗 𝗧𝗢 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗢𝗡𝗘 𝗜 𝗟𝗢𝗩𝗘 - prologue ┇ ─ ୨୧ ─ ─ ─ ─ ─ ─ :🪴: ─ ─ ─ ─ ─ ─ ୨୧ ─ ┇you're the best, an unbeatable driver fighting for a place on the grid ┇︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶꒷꒦˚₊   ┇ . 🌿 :: pairing — ( max verstappen x fem! driver! reader ) ┇ . 🫧 :: ⁠genre — ( angst )  ┇ . 🌿 :: ⁠word count — ( 858 ) ╰ 🫧  :: ⁠ content warning — ( X )

☆★ yayy!! thank you @lorarri for the title <3 i did a little character introduction at the end cause this series is going to have a lot of ocs (not y/n), anyways, enjoyyy ━━

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2015 — Baku, Azerbaijan

The F1 grid watched intensely. You didn't need to over take, already in P1 with your trophy secured. But you did anyways, passing drivers one by one till you once more made it to the top of the grid. "Phenomenal performance by Seventeen, securing her Win once more."

Daniel Riccardo, Max Verstappen and and Carlos Sainz had stayed over to watch the F2 race, Crossing Paths once more with the all too famous masked driver. Jumping out of your car, you're greeted with your team shouting your number over and over as they hugged and kissed your famous black helmet. "Seventeen? Who names their child a number?" Carlos asked leaning on the edge watching.

"I don't think that's her real name, mate." Daniel commented taking a sip of the redbull can. "It's not, she doesn't use her real name. You can say it's like a . . . What do you call it? For superheroes?"

"Code name?" "Yeah, codename." Max nodded, his eyes trained on you as you did your post race duties and podium celebration. "She's scary." Carlos shivered standing straight ready to leave.

"She's nice." Max mumbled watching as you passed by. He gave you a small wave, you returning it hesitantly. An unconscious smile crept on his face, a little blush dusting his cheeks.

"You like her?" Daniel whispered teasingly, making the teenage boy frown in denial. "She's just a good driver. I- I don't really care." He folded his arms glaring at the older man.

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2016 — Qubec, Canada

"And that is ferrari's reserve driver, and apparent F2 champion, seventeen, defending Vettel from Riccardo." Making the Canadian grand Prix so early into the season was a mistake. It was raining heavily in Montreal, and heavy slush was expected sometime during the race.

You could barely see, relying on instinct only as you took the turns and the curves. Your heartbeat was in your ears and you could feel it in your mouth as you continued to defend your temporary teammate from the red bull driver.

You were forcing the wheel in erratic directions to keep on the racing line, understanding the algorithm of the rain. "Seb i— o—t, se— —s —ut. Floo— it." You heard the choppy voice over the radio, passing by the crashed out Ferrari.

"Fucking hell." You cursed, accelerating as you maneuverer through the rain like a pro. It felt amazing to be in such a fast car, a big step up from the F2 motor. You pushed the DRS button once you got the chance, overtaking the current reigning champion.

"P—, p—. Ke—p g—ing." You continued to push every corner. "P what?" You asked not hearing the message. "P—." "Oh for fucks sake. Radio is shitty." You shouted overtaking the apparent Manor.

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"It's not always so easy to be high up in the standings as a rookie. How do you feel?" "My eyes hurt." You replied blandly to the interviewer, rubbing your eyes tiredly. Your face was covered from the nose down with your hair up in your famous claw clip bun, still wearing the '1st Place' cap for some reason. You were doing your best to keep the photographers from catching major features of your face, needless to say, you were doing a good job.

With Hamilton to your left and Riccardo on your right, you sat in the press conference room bored out of your mind as the interviewers asked you dumb questions. "You guys should go back to school. Maybe you can learn how to ask good questions for best results in writing essays."

"How old are you? Aren't you still in school." Lewis asked, chuckling as he turned to face you. "Graduated early." You shrugged, going back to facing the sea of journalists. "Is there a driver you would like to battle with the most?" "Um . . . Not really. They're either retiered or dead. Maybe . . . maybe Verstappen, Max not Jos. I've raced against him in the karting championships, I'm sure he improved and could put up a better fight now." "Do you think you'll get a full seat next season?"

"That's a difficult question. Not all uh . . . teams have enough trust in female drivers. Hopefully I demonstrated how worthy of a seat I am. I am after all the first and only female to finish on a podium and win a race so . . . we'll see where it goes."

It didn't go. It never was going to.

You were stuck in the factory, working on the car for someone else. And when a seat was finally free in 2018, you watched as they gave it to someone who was not you. You were furious, no other team would take you, a girl. Not even Ferrari wanted you on the track and you were an exeptional driver.

the only thing that kept you grounded was going back home to your family. Your uncle and cousin were your pride and joy, the ones that kept you going. But the question was, what were you going to do now?

— 𝐌𝐀𝐗 (𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐍) | 1 🇳🇱 :: ↳ 1997.09.30 (25) ↳ red bull's golden boy ↳ three time world champion

— ??? (???) | 17 :: ↳ 2000.07.22 (22) ↳ f4 world champion, f3 world champion, f2 world champion ↳ 2016 rookie of the year ↳ youngest f1 race winner

— 𝐊𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐀𝐍 (𝐊𝐑𝐀𝐔𝐒) | 7 🇩🇪 :: ↳ 1996.06.06 (25) ↳ mercedes second driver ↳ 2016 world champion ↳ youngest world champion

— 𝐌𝐄𝐈𝐊𝐄 (𝐊𝐑𝐀𝐔𝐒) | 25 🇩🇪 :: ↳ 2000.07.22 (22) ↳ mclaren second driver ↳ 2022 rookie of the year

— 𝐋𝐄𝐈𝐋𝐀 (𝐄𝐋 𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐀𝐙𝐈) | 🇪🇬 :: ↳ 2014.05.06 (8) ↳ best cousin in the world

— 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐖𝐀𝐍 (𝐄𝐋 𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐀𝐙𝐈) 🇪🇬 :: ↳ 1985.05.05 (38) ↳ #1 uncle

— 𝐋𝐄𝐎𝐍 (𝐊𝐑𝐀𝐔𝐒) | 25 🇩🇪 :: ↳ 1971.01.17 (54) ↳ grumpy old retired driver ↳ 5 time world champion

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hi besties! can i be a bit weird and ask for sick fics here? old/new/favorites, any will do! just some big ol’ hurt/ comfort, especially if combined with some emotional hurt/comfort 🥰

There’s nothing weird about this at all!  Apart from the fics below, there’s also our sickfic tag as well as our hurt/comfort tag for more (see our tag page under the heading ‘themes - injuries/illnesses/conditions’). - S

Previous recs:

cool andreil sick fics here

sick fics here

foxes with headaches/sick fics here

10k+ sick fics here

Andreil in hospital here

Neil with major injury here

Neil gets injured (post canon) here

Neil & car accidents here

accident-prone Neil here

Andreil with amnesia here

medical Andreil/Aaron & Neil here

Neil getting roofied here

Also see… 

‘we're one (there's nothing to be done)’ here

‘Just like that day’ here

‘head case (what to do with you)’ here

‘Such Stuff as Dreams are Made’ here

‘Neil Josten Is a Lucky Man’ here

‘Broken’ here

‘If Only I Were Enough’ (completed) here

‘I'll Come Back To You’ here

‘glass in the trees (objects in the rearview)’ here

‘Running Ragged’ here

‘To Love and Be Loved’ here

‘all that looking down’ here

‘next best thing’, keep telling me that it gets better (does it ever?)’ and ‘no matter when and where, we’ll be alright’ here

‘Can Nobody Hear Me (I cannot breathe)’, ‘I remeber tears streaming down your face (for me to wipe them away)’, ‘you crawled inside my head’, ‘living leaves so many holes in us’, ‘Ciggarette Smoke Cure’, ‘Breathless’, ‘i've done my time’ and ‘cats and close calls’ here

‘The Highs and Lows of Pre-med Majors' here (Aaron)

‘Hold My Hand?’ here

‘Echo’ here 

I’m More Than This Body of Mine by yall_send_help [Rated M, 88811 words, incomplete, last updated Jan 2024]

The doctor took a pause, which Nathaniel was able to use to ask, “what about my leg?” The two pigs had the audacity to look surprised. The doctor looked over at them with a hint of confusion. “You didn’t tell him?” Towns shook his head as Browning said, “you told us not to.” Dr. Byrd nodded her head in approval and turned back to the bed. “Nathaniel…” she trailed off, reevaluating her words. “Would you mind if I sit?” and only after his own nod did she. “The damage done to your leg… it was unlike what most of the staff at this hospital had ever seen. The surgeons tried to save it, but…” She looked down at where his legs were and Nathaniel did too, only to feel himself pale at what he found. “The surgery took about three hours,” Dr. Byrd continued. “The only reason why it took so long was because the surgeons really did try to save your leg. They did. Amputations usually take only half that time. Eventually, Dr. McCoy called it. Because of the damage done to your leg, we couldn’t wake you up to ask. It had to go. I’m sorry.” or - the one where neil goes to baltimore and comes back missing a leg

tw: torture, tw: amputation, tw: implied/referenced child abuse, tw: panic attacks, tw: blood, tw: animal cruelty, tw: implied/referenced drug overdose

fireproof by mostly_maudlin [Rated T, 2097 words, complete, 2024]

Andrew gets his flu shot.

Things Always Gets Worse Before They Gets Better series by Renee_Walker_09 [Rated G, 40141 words, incomplete, 3 complete works, 2024]

Part 1: Beginnings & Endings (G, 1083 words)

It's 1:30 in the morning. The Foxes are celebrating their championship win against the Ravens the only way they know how to: booze, partying, and a little bit more booze. Nothing could possibly ruin this?

tw: car accident, tw: major character injury

Part 2: You Mean Everything To Me (G, 12767 words)

There are two crashed cars. There’s blood on the floor. Lights are flashing all around. Andrew is standing in the middle of the crash site with a blanket draped across his shoulders as he stares straight at Neil, lying on the floor.

tw: car accident, tw: major character injury, tw: (temporary) major character death, tw: suicide attempt, tw: drug overdose, tw: blood, tw: self harm

Part 3: Hours, Days, Weeks (G, 26299 words)

Andrew is lying in a coma following the accident. His condition is critical. And Neil and Aaron have to find a way to cope.  Neil and Aaron’s POVs of the crash and the past 6 weeks

tw: car accident, tw: blood, tw: major character injury, tw: (temporary) major character death, tw: self harm, tw: panic attacks, tw: seizures

NB: find art for the fics by the author here as well as embedded in the fics

Even goalkeepers can’t block sickness by BlowingYourMind [Rated G, 12768 words, complete, 2024]

“Rabbit,” Andrew peered up at him with half lidded eyes, “Yes or no?” “Yes ‘Drew,” Neil clasped his hands at Andrew’s elbows, “it’s always a yes, you know that.” “No ‘s not,” Andrew weakly argued as he took hold of Neil’s chest pad, using it to leverage himself upwards. It was awkward work of walking half-delirious Andrew back to the locker room, shielding him from the crowd while keeping him on his feet, but they managed. Or Andrew becomes very sick at an away game, and Neil and the foxes take care of him.

tw: vomit

the upswing by missgivings [Not Rated, 45569 words, incomplete, last updated Jan 2024]

The next universe over, life has gone a bit easier on Andrew. He’s gainfully employed as a nurse of all things, working beside his best friend Renee, and living in relative harmony with his brother, the recently graduated Dr. Aaron Minyard. Everything’s fine. It’s fine that he hasn’t spoken to Kevin in person for three years. It’s fine if Aaron’s leaving him to marry his stupid doctor girlfriend. It’s fine until the boy with the box-dyed hair stumbles into the ER and passes out at his feet, bringing a world of secrets and trouble with him. And Neil? Neil’s looking for any port in a storm.

tw: major character injury, tw: violence, tw: implied/referenced self harm

please (don't bite) by Major_816 [Rated M, 5478 words, complete, 2024]

Genioglossus. It’s a fan-shaped muscle and forms the bulk of the inferior part of the tongue. It stretches to the hyoid bone too. ~ Neil wakes up to a bad day and it just gets worse.

tw: blood, tw: self harm, tw: implied/referenced child abuse, tw: nightmares, tw: flashbacks, tw: vomit

Will you love me for who I am, not for who I was? by something_boring [Rated T, 1580 words, complete, 2024]

Neil is sick on New Year's eve, wakes up to the fireworks, and continues to have a panic attack about his time on the run.

tw: nightmares, tw: panic attacks, tw: implied/referenced child abuse

Your Needs, My Needs by TogeMythia [Rated T, 1073 words, complete, 2023]

‘Neil.’ He whined, his face still buried under the blankets. ‘Hrmph?’ Neil responded with a confused noise from somewhere across the bed. ‘Do you feel as shit as you sound?’ - Or Neil and Andrew wake up sick on Christmas day.

tw: vomit

To be safe by HushedStars [Rated G, 2116 words, complete, 2023]

Neil is feeling unwell. He seeks comfort from Matt. It was late at night. Neil stood in the kitchen, deep in thought but still with one ear alert for any movement of his roommates. He shifted from foot to foot, hands digging into his sore neck

tw: implied/referenced child abuse, tw: panic attacks

Safe with him by 1mNot4Hum4n [Not Rated, 2434 words, complete, 2023]

Neil is sick but doesn't want to admit it. He can't be sick. He can't be weak. Luckily Andrew is there to make sure his junkie is okay, and remind him that he has people around him who are willing to do anything to protect him.

'tis the season by moonix [Rated T, 5579 words, complete, 2023, locked]

Five holidays Andrew had to let Kevin take care of him and one time he got to return the favour.

i called your name ‘til the fever broke by cyanica [Rated T, 5632 words, incomplete, last updated Nov 2023]

Neil’s breath is hot and awful against Andrew’s thigh. “I can’t be sick on your birthday,” he says, like it’s that simple. “I can’t be sick on you on your birthday.” “How considerate,” Andrew’s voice is a bland murmur, and he is left watching Neil’s bloodless, wet lips, as he curls into Andrew’s lap. Neil gently pulls away after a moment, leaning back into Andrew’s hand on his neck. “Is me being sick still making you anxious?” he asks. Fever-stricken with dizzied-eyes and delirious thoughts, he knows Andrew without more than a moment beside him, a look into his eyes that makes Andrew feel undone, found. Or Neil is sick and Andrew isn’t coping well.

tw: vomit, tw: panic attacks, tw: dissociation, tw: anxiety

You Know I'm Good On My Own by sambutwithbooks [Rated G, 4568 words, complete, Aftg Then And Now 2023]

Andrew breaks his arm two games into the season and it feels a little bit like Neil’s world snaps with it. (A snapshot of Neil and Andrew between Andrew coming home from the hospital and going back home to Palmetto State.)

tw: major character injury

that's my line by sillyunicorn6154 [Rated G, 1291 words, complete, 2023]

Andrew is definitely not sick. But he is a little stubborn.

You're not fine, but you will be by karmenvi [Not Rated, 616 words, complete, 2023]

Neil is sick, so Andrew takes care of him. So it was supposed to be a sickfic, but it turned into 'Andrew stares at Neil and thinks his boyfriend is the prettiest boy in the world.' Anyway, enjoy some fluff.

I'll be okay if he's here by obsessivereader156 [Not Rated, 1673 words, complete, 2023]

“Thank you, Drew,” Neil says for the twentieth time, feeling so lucky to have someone take care of him. “Say it again and I will kill you.” “You’re just so nice to me,” Neil says a bit deliriously, “I’ve never had someone take care of me when I’m sick.”

If it means losing you, then no by LostMess_24 [Rated T, 6712 words, complete, 2023]

There was something against his hand, a pressure he knew too well, a hand that fit so perfectly against his, making Andrew’s presence known, making Neil’s entire body relax, slowing his breathing a bit. But before Neil could see the man at his side, it hit him. He was starting to feel it, all around him. Those white walls, the mattress he was in, the soft yet old sheets, the pressure on his arm. And finally, unmistakably, the regular and aggressive beeps, signs of a life that was his own. He was in a hospital bed. There’s an accident. Those idiots would do anything and everything to protect each other.

tw: major character injury, tw: car accidents

cause and effect by mistyrie [Rated M, 13107 words, complete, 2023]

"Andrew realized what he was seeing but he couldn’t comprehend it. He didn’t know how to help. There was no enemy to deal with – there was just Neil seizing on the floor and Andrew didn’t know what to do." Neil starts having seizures and Andrew tries to help.

tw: seizures (epilepsy)

how the foxes act when they're sick by @detectivebambam [tumblr, 2024]

headcanons on the foxes and illness

headcanons on Neil getting sick by @24-0z [tumblr, 2022]

Neil doesn't get sick very often, so when he finally catches the bug that had been going around campus, he's suddenly 8 years old again, sweating and trembling with fever

SICK!Neil for my soul. by @satan-in-a-v-neck [tumblr, 2021]

Neil is acting strange. Ask every fox and they'll tell you that for the past three days Neil Josten wasn't acting very Neil Josteny.

tw: vomit

illness/injuries as background event:

The Songs Around Us by doodlingstuff [Rated M, 80075 words, complete, 2022]

The mission was simple: Nathaniel would join Astral Foxes as Neil Josten and make them part of Moriyama Music. In reality, Neil became real, found a home, and fell in love despite his lies. When the Moriyamas send the Butcher to remind Neil of his mission and Andrew's life ends on the line, Neil will have to find a way to escape his fate and bring Andrew back. As he gets closer to losing the man he loves the most, Neil will realize that sometimes, music is the only answer, and others, truth is the only weapon he can use. Another Band!AU. This time extra angsty.

tw: torture, tw: car accident, tw: major character injury, tw: implied/referenced child abuse, tw: panic attacks, tw: violence

NB: find art for this fic by @doodlingstuff here

[cinderkeep]

1. Dance in Room Song - Sipper

2. Fool - Frankie Cosmos

3. Dugout - The Backseat Lovers

4. Sweet Dream - Sarah and the Sundays

5. Baby Tonight - Black Polish

6. Up Granville - Peach Pit

7. Car Crash in G Major - fanclubwallet

8. Small Talk - Briston Maroney

9. Hippies - flipturn

10. Sexy Villain - Remi Wolf

tagged by @arisingonmorningsinnocent

Rules: shuffle your On Repeat playlist and post the first 10 tracks, then tag 10 people

It's All Futile! It's All Pointless! by Lovejoy

In the Shadow of the Western Hills by the Mountain Goats

Nobody by the Crane Wives

Achilles Come Down by Gang of Youths

Never Quite Free by the Mountain Goats

A Burning Hill by Mitski

Hast Thou Considered the Tetrapod by the Mountain Goats

Be Calm by Fun.

Autoclave by the Mountain Goats

His Theme by Toby Fox

tagging @spiritunwilling @circuit77 @risingape @existentialterror @scientificalstories @erstwhilesparrow @adhdo5 @roundearthsociety @lepertamar @wolffyluna and anyone who sees this and wants to-- feel free to say i tagged you ^_^ and on the flip side if you were tagged and don't want to do it feel free to not!

[waywardsunlight]

It’s been a while since I watched TOH but I think it’s really funny how many hits Belos took before they actually killed him. He barely did any regen- at most he drained energy from Hunter and some dead animals/a grimwalker?? He was at like 1500 hearts or smth because he had to a) get his magic drained, b) get liquidized by being slammed into a wall, c) get hit by a car, d) take damage from Vee/Amity/Willow/Gus/Luz, e) get drowned, f) crash a magical star into the pavement, g) take major damage from Raine, h) get yeeted by Luz with god powers, I) melt from toxic rain, AND FINALLY j) get stomped to death.

It’s funny how much he goes through not to mention he was ALREADY dying BEFORE any of this. Absolutely unfair boss bar my dude 😭

[boxboxblog]

How Do F1 Cars Work?: Chassis and Aero

Alrighty so switching over from history towards the more engineering side of F1, I thought I would give an overview of the different parts on the car and how it all works together. As we all know, a Formula 1 car is a highly complex piece of machinery. I'm going to break each section down, explain what it is, and how it runs

Chassis

The chassis is the body structure of the car. Essentially, the frame that all other parts are attached too. It is usually made of carbon fiber and incredibly durable, both for safety and because it needs to take a lot of pressure and stay together. There are multiple different parts of the chassis and I will explain them. The monocoque is the part of the chassis where the driver sits. It protects the driver in case of a crash, and is sort of like a big shell around them. It also is where the fuel tank is held and a variety of electronics that send information back to the pit wall. Another part, specifically for safety, is the crash structures. These are at the front, rear, and sides of the car and are there to absorb the impact in the incident of a crash. The biggest thing to know is that the chassis is the body and base for everything else in the car.

2. Safety Structures

Kind of peeling off the tail end of that passage about the chassis, the safety structures are very important in F1. The monocoque and crash structures are some of these, with the monocoque often called 'the survival cell'. It is made to be indestructible and also houses the fire suppression system.

The head rest is a part of the car that isn't given much thought, but is designed to help drivers deal with the g-force they experience while driving and crashing. Going along with this is the Head and Neck Support (HANS) device, which limits the movement of the neck and head during a crash. The device tethers to the driver's helmet and anchors it onto the collar of carbon fibre that prevents the head from moving and the neck from hyperextending.

Another lesser known safety structure is the Accident Data Recorder (ADR) designed to help the FIA better understand the effect crashes can have. This is paired with a few other data gathering elements, including one in the drivers ear, and helps the FIA decide what safety measures need improving.

Perhaps the most famous is the halo, a titanium curve that goes over the drivers head. The halo protects the drivers head from large pieces of flying debris as well as if cars launch on top of one another, or a car takes a direct hit into a safety vehicle. this was controversial, but has proven to save many lives and has almost no detractors nowadays.

3. Aerodynamics

Aerodynamics are some of the most important parts of the car. It helps the car cut through the air, and also generates downforce. Downforce, for those of you who don't know, is the vertical force of air that is created when moving forward. It pulls the car more into the road, and can help a car get more grip, stability, and helps them go faster around corners. The downside to too much downforce is that it can lead a car to be very slow on the straights, so the key is to find a balance between strong and weak in order to capitalize on the benefits of downforce. Different parts of the car effect how aerodynamic it can be, so I will just tell the major ones.

The first, and most obvious, is the front wing . This is the part of the F1 car that to me looks like a massive mustache on the front, so its rather easy to identify. This part helps specifically with steering and balancing the overall aerodynamic set up. Most front wings are curved and vented. They have a variety of sections, different flaps, vanes, and such all in order to generate the most downforce and reduce drag. This is the part of the car that tends to receive the most changes and updates, as it is rather easy to replace.

Another part is the rear wing. I always kind of think it looks like the car is wearing a backward hat. The rear wing creates downforce for the back of the car and also helps improve traction. Its both captures air coming off the car and sends it upward (which helps with general aerodynamics) and the upside down design creates lift pointed at the ground, creating more downforce. The rear wing is also where DRS (Drag Reduction System) is housed. Most know what this is, but simply its a flap on the rear wing that opens and closes in order to reduce drag.

There is also the diffuser, located at the rear underbody. The diffuser accelerates air exiting the underside of the car an din the process creates a low-pressure zone. This, of course, increases downforce.

Sidepods are another part of he aerodynamic system. They are placed on the sides of the car, and help direct airflow around things like the tires. Most modern sidepods don't directly create this, but instead aid a variety of other components to create down force and cool air. Just know that when a team is discussing cooling the cars or its tires, they are most likely using sidepods.

The new guy on the block, since 2022, is the floor and ground effects. These effects are part of, obviously, the floor of the car and create a suction effect without the negatives of any drag. This is achieved through a series of tunnels and channels in the floor that manipulates the airflow under the car and creates a pressure difference between the top and bottom of the car. So, suction.

Alrighty, next post will be on power units, transmission, and suspension.

Cheers,

-B

[licnheartedd]

hello kit my love can u please give me 10 songs that remind you of andreil

TEN???? i can do my best but you cannot judge me (these will be very neil-centric for. obvious reasons)

1. eight — sleeping at last

2. why — skinny living

3. achilles come down — gang of youths

4. lost — dermot kennedy

5. car crash in g major — fanclubwallet

6. six below — flip turn

7. bodybag — chloe moriondo

8. father — the front bottoms

9. hayloft II — mother mother

10. we’ll never have sex — leith ross

[starlightiing]

Landoscar drabble if you feel like it? Prompt: Heartbeat. Angst or fluff or whatever, totally up to you!

Hi anon! I gave this a shot. I'm half-asleep and distracted, but I wanted to get this done tonight before I went to bed. I hope its okay! I really went loose with the 'heartbeat' prompt (surprisingly, since we all know how I feel about heartbeats).

Title: Heartbeat

Rating: G

Fandom: Formula 1 RPF

Pairing: Lando Norris/Oscar Piastri

Summary:

Slowly, Oscar pulls starchy white sheets from around his waist and sits himself up in the bed. Only then does he realize the glaringly obvious missing piece to this unsettling puzzle: the spot next to him is completely empty.

“Lando?” he calls, though his voice is gritty from disuse and hardly carries at all through the hotel suite. He clears his throat and tries again, “Lando?”

The room is far too quiet when he wakes.

A clock ticks tirelessly away on the dresser opposite Oscar’s bed, and every so often comes the soft sound of car engines as they carry on down the highway behind the hotel. 

Something is most certainly amiss. In his groggy, sleep-deprived state, Oscar is incapable of identifying what exactly that missing component could be - but it causes a brief stirring of dread in the center of his chest.

Slowly, Oscar pulls starchy white sheets from around his waist and sits himself up in the bed. Only then does he realize the glaringly obvious missing piece to this unsettling puzzle: the spot next to him is completely empty.

“Lando?” he calls, though his voice is gritty from disuse and hardly carries at all through the hotel suite. He clears his throat and tries again, “Lando?”

Silence, other than that god-forsaken ticking clock, is all that greets him.

Concern blossoms in the space between Oscar’s ribs where the dread once lingered, prompting him to kick his legs off of the side of the bed and stand to his feet. A sharp, unexpected flash of pain runs along his right calf starting at his ankle, and Oscar sucks in a deep, shaky breath between his teeth to try and mitigate the discomfort. “Shit.”

How could he have forgotten so quickly? There had been a crash - one of the worst he’s been involved in during the span of his career in Formula 1. It rushes back to him in flashes of bright colors, the feeling of heat bearing down on his skin, and the suffocating pain of his right leg as it lies trapped beneath a crushed, mangled chassis. The bright and cheerful colors of his McLaren were hidden and marred by dirt, smoke, and compressed metal.

For all its horror and gore, walking away with a minor injury to his leg had been a blessing. He can confidently say he’s faring far better than his poor car, but there will always be time to lament over his failed race later. For now, he wants nothing more than to find Lando and drag him back to bed so they can steal a few hours of precious sleep ahead of travel tomorrow morning.

Mindful of his injured leg, Oscar utilizes the walls as a means to steady himself on his feet. Both palms rest against faded mint green paint as he carefully propels himself forward one step at a time. Majority of his body weight is distributed to his unaffected leg, but there is still a nagging pain that ignites his nerves every time the injured one dares make a move. He grunts beneath his breath as he continues along nonetheless, determined to find where Lando has decided to run off to.

“Lando?” He calls again, putting a bit more effort into the exclamation. He hears nothing over the sound of his own labored breaths for a few moments, before the click of the balcony door sliding open reaches his ears. Relief floods him when he realizes he can stop moving for a moment. Lando’s here.

“Oscar, what are you doing?” Lando’s voice is quiet but undoubtedly firm - a proper scolding hidden somewhere behind the initial alarm. “You shouldn’t be on that leg.”

“I could ask you the same thing.” Oscar shoots back, resting his shoulder against the wall to maintain balance and body weight distribution. His leg hurts, and he simply wants to lie back down in bed. “It’s just past midnight and you’re out on the balcony.”

Lando, to his credit, does not rise to the bait. He heaves a sigh so weary that Oscar can feel it in his own chest, before offering his shoulder and arm as a means of support for Oscar to grab hold of.

And he does, immediately.

“We can talk about that later, let’s just get you back in bed before you hurt yourself even more.” Lando says, wrapping an arm around Oscar’s waist. “Can you put any weight on it at all?”

“A little,” Oscar replies, shifting his hips in Lando’s grasp until he can find a more upright, comfortable position, “but it’s mostly useless.”

“Then it’s a good thing you didn’t get far away from the bed.”

Oscar huffs out a breathless chuckle in response, but he can’t help agreeing wholeheartedly with Lando’s statement. He barely made it a few steps and he’s struggling more than he would like to admit. Perhaps it had been a bit pre-emptive to jump out of bed at Lando’s absence, but his sleep deprived mind wants Lando and only Lando. Nothing more, nothing less.

The descent back into bed goes mostly without incident. Lando is oh so gentle with Oscar, careful to be sure there is enough support for his battered body before daring to let him go. It’s endearing to say the least, and it helps wrench the cold, uncomfortable concern out of his ribcage. 

When Lando reenters the bed, however, it shifts the mattress enough to cause a shockwave of pain to race up the back of Oscar’s leg, and the sudden jolt startles a yelp out of him. 

Lando freezes on the spot, and the sympathy that pours from his eyes takes every bit of breath from Oscar’s lungs. “I’m sorry - I’m so sorry -” Lando sputters, and something in his voice sounds almost broken. 

Suddenly, it all makes sense.

“It’s okay.” Oscar says, reaching out and threading his fingers between Lando’s hastily. “I’m okay.”

His suspicions are confirmed when Lando’s entire expression crumbles in the span of a single heartbeat. Oscar understands now why Lando left the bed and went to the balcony to get some air.

The accident. Oscar’s injury. Fear.

Lando was scared - he still is scared - and Oscar’s heart aches as he lines all of the pieces of the picture up.

“I’m okay.” Oscar repeats himself softly, because it’s all he can say without the risk of his voice betraying him. “It’s all fine, Lando, yeah?”

“Yeah.” Lando confirms, his voice teetering on the edge of a whisper. “Yeah, I know. I know. You’re always so calm about these things and I’m…” he cuts himself off with a sigh. “I’m sorry. You need to rest. We can talk about it in the morning.”

There’s an edge of finality in Lando’s tone, and Oscar finds that he cannot seem to argue his point. They both need the rest right now, if they want to be even partially functional for their flight in the morning. A flight that will, thankfully, offer them the time they need to talk through this.

“That’s fine, Lando. Just make sure you try and get some sleep, too.”

Lando doesn’t immediately respond beyond the slightest nod of his head - which seems more like an acknowledgement than anything else. A few moments pass before he finally looks up to meet Oscar’s gaze, and his bottom lip is pulled nervously between his teeth. 

“Can I - uhm - Do you mind if I listen to your heart? I know you’re fine, Oscar, I do, but I think it would just…help.”

“Of course I don’t mind.” Oscar replies immediately, opening his left arm up enough for Lando to curl into his hold. “Don’t be silly. Get comfortable.”

“You’re sure?”

“Lando, I will forcibly drag you into my arms if you don’t get over here in the next ten seconds.”

That seems to be enough, because Oscar catches a glimpse of a smile on Lando’s face before it’s buried into his chest with a nuzzle. Once they’re settled on the bed, Oscar closes his arm around Lando to keep him held firmly into place. Lando’s head is a comfortable weight in the center of his chest, and Oscar’s relief is palpable. His eyes finally sting with the heaviness of sleep now that everything is in place the way it should be. 

Oscar can hear the ticking of the clock and the growl of the engines on the highway, but now he can also hear the gentle cadence of Lando’s breathing as well. 

All is as it should be.

Oscar’s eyes close, and they do not open again until the sound of the alarm rings out in the morning.

[azurescaled]

Leon Info

Name: Leon Scott Kennedy Age: 38 Height: 180 cm Weight: 75 kg Occupation: DSO Agent Birthday: September 10

Bio:

Leon comes from a long line of police officers and military members. With a father and uncle who were both active in the force, and were the first people he told about being accepted into the Raccoon City Police Department. However, a week before his first day, he was told to stand by and wait for orders to report. When he received no follow up, he drove into the city, and unbeknownst to him, his worst nightmare.

Upon reaching a gas station outside of the city, it was there he would meet Claire Redfield, a woman searching for her brother, the pair would be separated, after having to leave his car before the two were crushed by an oncoming truck. With the dead walking around, there was no time to stick around, and Leon would do his best to survive until they could meet up again. He made his way inside of the RPD, and met Marvin Branagh, a lieutenant who gave him a knife to defend himself from any zombie that grabbed him.

Leon would find another obstacle in his path in the form of a Tyrant, released to deal with any survivors who could connect Umbrella Corporation to the outbreak. When it seemed as if he was going to be killed by the creature, he was saved by a FBI Agent, who crashed a truck into him, and later helped him make his way through the city. She wanted to bring Umbrella down, and as such, the two worked together, until they reached Umbrella's underground facility, where it was revealed she was simply looking for a sample of the G-Virus. They hadn't quite reached the status of enemies, and to say his feelings for her were complicated, would be an understatement.

He would later be contacted by the US government and "offered" a job as an agent under President's employ, though in reality, it was a way to keep an eye on him after Raccoon. With little choice, he accepted, and would be brutally trained by Major Jack Krauser, who he would also work with on various missions, until the man went missing after Operation Javier, a sting on a drug cartel that went wrong from what he read.

Now? He's been assigned to rescue the President's missing daughter, and in the back of his mind...He hopes that this time around, he can save her. No more loss, this time it can be different. It has to be.

[w1ld-wr1t3r]

Trick or treat? 🩷🫶🏼🫂

I shake up my treat bag of writing goodies, reach inside, and pull out your random prize . . . behind-the-scenes of a fic or series! Congrats, trick-or-treater!

Hmm . . . let's go to my Star Wars AU for this one! All about how it was created, my reasoning for certain lore and narrative choices, and how some of my ideas are panning out:

When I say that the idea for this AU grabbed me out of nowhere and started running, I am not exaggerating. I was literally watching the sequel trilogy one weekend, and it happened to be a race weekend too, so F1 was on my mind already. I think I thought something like, "Man, imagine the skill needed to pilot an X-wing properly. And to do it without dying in battle, too!" And then all of a sudden, I was also thinking about how much skill it takes to drive an F1 car without crashing it (because I think we can all agree that most of us wouldn't last five seconds behind the wheel of a racecar. If their necks have to be THAT muscular just to withstand the g-forces, then clearly I don't stand a chance). One thing led to another and now here I am.

I knew from the beginning that I was making this AU in the Rebels vs. Empire era. The prequels are fine, but I wasn't about to make everyone Jedi or something when I knew Order 66 was on the horizon. Plus, the original trilogy era is just generally more exciting to me. And I ruled out the sequel trilogy era immediately. After that train wreck of a trilogy, I would rather stay away from it. (To be fair, I do enjoy watching the sequels. They're entertaining at the very least, and do have genuinely good moments in them. But if you focus on the story too much, you start to notice the plot holes, confusing story directions, and aggravating character choices. Why is The Force Awakens just Episode IV all over again? Why couldn't Holdo tell Poe her plan in The Last Jedi, exactly? Who the heck was Snoke?? How did Luke and Leia know that Rey was a Palpatine but she didn't?? HOW DID PALPATINE COME BACK IN THE FIRST PLACE?!?)

(*deep breath* Phew, sorry about that! Got a little carried away. Anyway:)

The decision to make Lando Force-sensitive was an easy one. My favorite Star Wars show is Star Wars Rebels, and one of the main characters, Ezra Bridger, is a kid who doesn't realize he can use the Force until he happens to run into a rebel group that includes a former Jedi, which eventually leads to him getting hunted down by an Inquisitor, one of the Empire's official Jedi hunters. Lando's story is similar in a way: he joins the Rebellion, eventually realizes "wait a minute, do I have the Force?" and then has to deal with an Inquisitor on his tail when he accidentally reveals too much of his abilities. He's not super strong in the Force, because I didn't want to make him too over-powered, but he can sense things before they happen, move a bit faster than others, sense the emotions and intentions of people around him, and, his most special power, he can use the Force to heal others. Now this last power, I will admit, is actually inspired by the sequel trilogy. By certain scenes from The Rise of Skywalker, in fact. If you're familiar with the movie, then I think you can venture a guess at what might happen to Lando and/or someone he cares about at some point in the story. (no, I'm not elaborating further. You'll find out more when I get around to publishing it! ;) )

Writing this AU has been happening in short bursts. I have about half of the main story loosely outlined and a few of the major scenes written out, but I still have to figure out how to start the story. I also have ideas for side stories and sequels as well, but I haven't started writing most of those yet. I mostly just submit to the whim of my muse when I sit down to write, so if I sit down planning to work on one fic but my mind says I should work on something else, I listen to what my impulses are telling me. I find that I tend to write better (and write more) that way. In fact, I'm actually just coming out of a dry spell for this AU. I opened up the document again the other day and now I'm feeling motivated to write in it again. Hence why I picked it for this ask, it was on my mind already!

To the surprise of absolutely no one, this is mainly a Norrix AU. However, other ships and dynamics will appear too, sometimes just in the background, other times in their own installments in the series. I already know for sure that I want to include Brocedes (though the jury is still out on whether it'll be platonic or romantic in the end). I'm sure we're all familiar with how their drama went down in real life. And in Star Wars, what could be more dramatic than two friends torn apart because one joined the Rebellion and the other joined the Empire? Oh yeah, it's that kind of drama for Lewis and Nico! Will we see an Imperial defect to the Rebellion and fight alongside his childhood best friend again, or will we see them permanently torn apart by intergalactic war? Who knows!

Other relationships that may appear are Loscar and maybe Bearnelli. I have fic ideas involving both but we'll see if I actually get around to writing them.

One more thing about this AU is that I decided pretty early on that if I was gonna write about war, then I wasn't going to shy away from the bad parts. I'm not gonna just torture all of the characters for no reason, but if the plot demands it, let's just say that someone might end up in the med bay for a long while. I'm preemptively apologizing for what I have in mind for Oscar in the main story. And uh, maybe Ollie too, if I do end up writing that side story. They'll both be fine, don't worry!

Maybe.

[maguro13-2]

Fuuko : So this is exactly what I have to do with a lucky wish that I make. If I was a giantess that wears nothing but destructive sole purpose, I would be a lucky giantess if I was never wearing anything, but I decided that I have to prove to you that I can be a giantess without wearing any shoes!

Gina : Oh yeah? Last night, I was given the growth giantess that never made me wear shoes. You sure that is a good sign, about being destructive?

Fuuko : Trust me Fuuko, I would eat definitely would do this. Well...It's your loss, good thing that I have this in mind! (pulls out Kamek's wand)

Gina : Where did you even get that? Did you just robbed someone?

Fuuko : I borrowed it. So that I can be a giantess without wearing shoes and show them how big being a giantess can be, it's how they exist.

Gina : Rhetorical question, sister. Cause that's been happening our whole lives. Make us something big! and it's "Gena" with a capital "G" for "Giant"!

Fuuko : Presto Chango!

(uses Kamek's wand to turn them into giantess)

Fuuko : Check it out, Gena! We're big and strong, this is a dream come true!

*rumbling*

Kaykoin : What's with all that rumbling? HOLY SMOKES!

*CRASH*

Fuuko : No way! We're finally giantesses where we are big, strong, and tall. But when I say no shoes, that means, No shirt, no shoes...

Gena : No service!

Fuuko : Giantess are a real thingamajig!

Gena : Not that Thingamajig. That's a really something else. But look on the bright side, I'm always bigger, stronger, and totally 40 feet tall.

Fuuko : [To everyone at DP studio] Hey, guys! L-Look! I finally did it! You should really get a look at this lucky girl! I finally have the ability to make myself a bigger hand!

*BOOM+CRASH*

Vulcan Jospeh : MY CAR!

Fuuko : [looks at the smashed car on her sole] Oops. I think I over did it a little, that can't be good.

Gena : Fuuko! Watch your feet! You just stepped on somebody's car!

*BOOM+CRASH*

Kakyoin : Ha! Serves you right! Now pay up for my insurance!

Gena : GAH! I just realized that it's a huge missed opportunity for being this big! You said no shoes, equals, no service! This is really messed up! I need to...sit down and think about what we did, but let's make sure that we must not do something stupid while I go sit on...

*BOOM*

Gena : ...Right on top of the studio.

Avdol : I'm having technical difficulties that we're having a major butt-crushing issue. Also, that's coming out of everyone's pay.

Gena : Man, Fuuko! You're right! Being a giantess, is not what it seems to be. I don't think that there's no such thing is a giantess, it's only us trying to make the comprehension that sizes matter.

Fuuko : You are right about that. Like it would be wisely to put all that effort into nothing, but this will do once the effect will be all cooler and even stronger. What do you say, old friend? Care to walk into the city like we ain't kaiju style?

Gena : Yes, ma'am!

Fuuko : Splendid!

*BOOM*

Andy : AAAAH! MY SPIRIT! (groans in pain)

Fuuko : Andy?

(Andy is now flatened after being crushed by Fuuko's foot)

Andy : You crushed me like a pancake with maple syrup.

Fuuko : (freaks out) OH NO! I THINK THE WHOLE BEING GIANTESS THING WAS A HUGE MISTAKE! I KNEW GOING GIANTESS WAS A BAD IDEA! THIS IS BAD, THIS IS REALLY, REALLY, BAD! (Fuuko ans Gena enlarges their selves) OH NO! W'ERE STILL GROWING!

Gena : What's going to happen us!? Will we be giantess or Kaiju-size forever!?

Fuuko : NO, MAN! IT COULD BE WORSE THAN THIS!

Gena : What could be worse than being a giantess!?

(later shows Gena and Fuuko outside of Earth, sitting on the planet)

Fuuko : I did not think of this before. You should've told me that having a Giantess is seriously a bad luck move. A "real" bad luck move.

Gena : I knew that I should have the chance to crush those pervs a better day.

(cuts back to reality)

Fuuko : And that's how this magikoopa's wand can turn anyone into a giant or a giantess, like Jack and the Beanstalk.

Gena : Okay...And what was that last bit you said about being a giantess that does not wear shoes. For me, I only appeared that I really forgot to wear shoes all the time before becoming a giantess.

Fuuko : Well, that would be probably neat, I think.

Gena : Also, did you know that someone name Akari from Legends Arceus has also turned into a giantess that...What is that?

*DBZ SFX : CRASH*

Giant Jolyne : Which one of you dunderheads super sized me into this!

Fuuko : Does anybody how to make everything bigger and not go trying setting it to Wumbo?

Gena : That does it! (takes Kamek's wand from Fuuko) I'm making these giantess to go into bite-size pieces!

Fuuko : Gena-I mean Gina, no!

Gina : Sayonara, Kaiju-sized nitwits!

*Magical zap*

Gina : Uh-oh.

*LOUD STOMPING*

(the anime girls are turned into giantess)

Giantess Momo : You girls have some explaining to do!

Fuuko : Oh well. If anyone turns into a giant that doesn't wear shoes, that's what size that matters.

Gina : That's going to be a lot to take this down to bite size.

[saturnisfallingdown]

oliver. :(

OLIVER.....................

[ID: MS Paint art of a simple character sitting in a chair in a dark room, illuminated by a lamp. A book lies open on the floor, and the character looks empty and shell-shocked. End ID]

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I did a thing. I always wanted to make a cute generator thing, so here. (Is generator the right word here?)

I also made a text version down in the read more section. Just in case you prefer that instead.

(Edit: I forgot to put the zero option in the eye color section. Think of it as a freebie and pick whatever color you want.)

You've been reincarnated, congrats! But before we shove you off to your next life, let's take a sneak peak.

Your death and Rebirth

How you died is based on the first letter of your family name.

A. Struck by Lightening.

B. Old age.

C. Car crash.

D. Eaten alive by a giant snake.

E. Murdered by a clown.

F. Meteor crushed you.

G. You sacrificed yourself for a loved one.

H. You died of an illness.

I. Swallowed by a whale.

J. You fell through a wormhole.

K. Fell off a cliff.

L. You had a stroke at age 76.

M. Food poisoning.

N. You made a deal with the devil.

O. Possessed by a ghost and died.

P. Murdered for your inheritance.

Q. Abducted by aliens and died.

R. Killed by an imposter.

S. You got hit by a truck. Classic.

T. Died in a death match.

U. Died of fright.

V. Plane crash.

W. Died of laughter.

X. Died of dehydration in the desert.

Y. You angered the fae and died as a result.

Z. Drank lava.

The age you remember your past life is the day of your birthday. (Ex: 23rd = age 23)

Your features: the last digit of your device's battery. (PC users get to choose.)

0. Your natural color

1. white

2. pink

3. red

4. orange

5. yellow

6. green

7. blue

8. violet

9. multi-colored (color combination of your choice)

Eye color is the last digit of your birthday.

1. your natural color

2. pink

3. red

4. orange

5. yellow

6. green

7. blue

8. violet

9. some form heterochromia (pick your colors!)

Your life position is the first digit of your device's battery. (PC users get to choose.)

1. commoner

2. middle class

3. knight

4. nobility

5. clergy

6. royalty

7. crowned prince/princess

8. monarch

9. Choose a magical occupation.

Your love life

The number of pets you have decides how many love interests are in your harem. If you want one, that is. (If you don't have any, then generate a number 1 through 6)

The last digit of the current time is the main love interests' position in life.

0. criminal

1. commoner

2. middle class

3. knight

4. nobility

5. clergy

6. royalty

7. crowned prince/princess

8. monarch

9. Choose a magical occupation.

The main love interests' personality is based on your zodiac.

1. Aries, shy and a book nerd

2. Taurus, superstitious and ambitious

3. Gemini, wise and playful

4. Cancer, Tsundere all the way

5. Leo, loyal and carefree

6. Virgo, golden retriever energy

7. Libra, flirty and outgoing

8. Scorpio, intimate and serious

9. Sagittarius, curious and a little clingy

10. Capricorn, caring and helpful

11. Aquarius, honest and oblivious

12. Pisces, stubborn and possibly feral

Main love interest's hair color is a major color in your device's wallpaper. (Or if there is not one major color, default to white or black.)

Main love interest's eye color is your favorite color. If you can't choose one, then use some form of heterochromia.

Is your lover human? Generate a number 1 through 30.

1 through 20: Human

21: Demon

22: Angel

23: Orc

24: Werewolf

25: Vampire

26: Succubus / Incubus

27: Fairy / Fae

28: Dragon

29: Nehalem

30: Dwarf

[themculibrary]

Fics Set in the 1980s Masterlist

A Distant Early Warning (ao3) - andloawhatsit steve/bucky T, 25k

Summary: When the soldier is sent to investigate a decades-old crash site in the Canadian high Arctic, he finds far more than he expected — instead of retrieving salvage, he pulls the plane’s pilot, injured and amnesiac but still breathing, from the wreck.

Curious about the pilot’s fragmented story and strangely hesitant to turn him over to his handler, the soldier pretends to be an officer assigned to the DEW Line and delays his check-in. But the longer he waits, the more he questions the pilot’s identity and his absent handler’s intentions both for the mission and for the American family the man already holds captive, not to mention his own piecemeal memories.

He doesn’t know if it’s a test, a set-up, or a disaster, but he knows he can’t let the pilot go.

A Light That Never Goes Out (ao3) - heyjupiter tony/bruce T, 3k

Summary: It's 1987. There's a hole in the ozone layer, the horrors of Chernobyl are still fresh, and Stark Industries has just been outed as a major polluter. Despite all of that, Tony Stark can't stop thinking about the cute clerk at Revengers Records.

a rainbow tide of rainbow pride (ao3) - arabellagaleotti T, 2k

Summary: Bandanna laughs as they press him against the ground, and Tony opens his mouth and laughs, he's always liked this moment, still riding the adrenaline from whatever stupid thing he’s done but too soon for the repercussions to set in.

OR,

It's 1986, and Tony Stark is at a gay rights protest.

A Sifting Sand and an Electric Hand (ao3) - velvetjinx steve/bucky T, 5k

Summary: 1985. Little punk Steve is always getting into fights with guys bigger than him, and Bucky always seems to get drawn into them. He doesn’t really mind, though. Not considering his big gay crush on Steve. If he could only find the right moment to tell him…

Does Your Father Know? (ao3) - stark-contrast (dweetwise) steve/tony T, 1k

Summary: “Thought I’d come over and say hi," Tony says. "You got a minute?”

It’s like he knows how difficult it is for Steve to say no to him. “I can chat a little, sure,” Steve says.

Or,

MIT Tony crashes a SHIELD party.

do you know what its like to miss you? (ao3) - arabellagaleotti G, 3k

Summary: Did you really think Tony was raised by Howard and Maria?

--

“See you, Master Anthony,” and Tony can practically smell him. Mint and home. 

“See?” he says, just to draw out his time a little more, even though his dorm-mother is glaring at him. “I can't see you yet. I’ll hear you later.”

“Alright. Hear you later, Tony,” he says affectionately. 

“Hear you later, Jarvis,” he whispers back and the cold click of the phone disconnecting echoes in his ear.

Glory Days (ao3) - glittercake sam/bucky E, 17k

Summary: Maybe there’ll be photos in the papers tomorrow of this exact moment—Jimmy blowing a kiss and Sam smiling the way he is, but no one’s ever gonna know the truth.

And that is: Jimmy Piper’s whole world is up there. He’s never been an honest man, but he means that without exaggeration. Everything he’s got—this car, his house, the stupid thousand dollar shoes, the gold around his neck—he’d give it all up for that man. He’d drop it and never look back. Long as he’s got Sam.

That’s God’s honest truth.

Head Over Heels (ao3) - Akru899 steve/bucky T, 30k

Summary: It's the last day of Summer '88, and the last thing James Buchanan Barnes expected to see was the scrawny kid from school at an AIDS protest. When he sees the kid get punched out, however; well, that's a call to action.

A mostly sugary-sweet 80's AU, complete with track athlete Bucky, shy, skinny artist Steve, Supportive Friend Natasha, and best-mother-in-the-world Sarah Rogers.

How Sweet It Is To Be Loved By You (ao3) - reviiely phil/melinda, clint/laura, jiaying/cal G, 14k

Summary: Phil and May new agent AU. They pick Daisy up along the way.

First set in Christmas of 1987

I hold this place for your return (ao3) - MedeaV bucky/natasha T, 7k

Summary: Scott Lang is just floating through the Quantum Realm without any hope of ever getting out when he lands to his surprise in a hotel room in 1980's San Francisco, with two people he certainly wouldn't have expected, and sees a chance.

love at first flight (ao3) - captasha_universe steve/natasha T, 5k

Summary: Steve Rogers, a multi-millionaire businessman, discovers what love at first sight is when he sees Natasha Romanoff, a stewardess on the plane, and instantly falls for her.

Redesign Your Logo (ao3) - eruthiel T, 1k

Summary: Alexei Shostakov was not the first Red Guardian.

Secret Lives of Toy Soldiers (ao3) - dallirious, Elekat alexi/melina E, 7k

Summary: Caught up in a moment that would become a cornerstone of history, the Iron Maiden and Red Guardian steal the chance to experience freedom in the chaos.

Team Cap: Quantum Leap (ao3) - roe87 (orphan_account) steve/bucky T, 12k

Summary: Team Cap are on a mission with Ant-Man when they get intercepted by Kang, who sends them all to Los Angeles in 1983 with 'Quantum Leap' style avatars to play an entertaining game inspired by Kang's favorite TV shows.

Can Steve and the team solve the clues in time and get back home, or will they get stuck in 1983?

Two Quarters (ao3) - kenshincha steve/tony G, 1k

Summary: Steve and Tony meet as kids in an arcade.

Wade In Your Water (ao3) - especiallythezefronposter tony/bruce M, 62k

Summary: In 1984, Bruce Banner is reported killed in action after a bomb test gone wrong. A month later, he returns to Caltech university to finish up his thesis.

The Winter Soldier is sent to bring him in.

[starshineandbooks]

To have and To Yearn

Part of the whiteday/valentines day exchange run by @ninjago-valentine-exchange. Zane/Kai

Warnings: Cursing

Rating: G

Pairing: Glacier

Summary- After a six month mission apart, Kai and Zane get to reunite and have their little gay hearts make poetry in Zane's case

The evening is well past sunset- really more of a night time as Kai sits in the driver seat, knuckles white as he drives along the neat empty road that stretches endlessly before him. His mind focused on getting home as fast as he can- without getting hurt or causing a problem.

The world is quiet except the music playing at a low volume from the stereo. Some pop song about partying if Kai had to guess. Maybe a Kesha song? He dosen’t know. 

The evening is still and hot to an ungodly temperature. But he’ll be fine, the AC is on full blast. And- And Kai has to get home. He needs to see Zane after the last sevral months. He just needs-

He just needs to make sure his lover is in one piece. Whole, memories and all.

Really- you would too if you knew your lover was prone to being hurt, disappeared with magic, and losing memories. Too many times to count if Kai wants to stay focused on the road.

Kai isn’t insane for being worried! Okay? Zane- has a savior complex that occasionally makes him reckless with his own life. Fucking sue Kai for worrying!

He isn’t sure why he’s arguing with himself either. If he’s perfectly honest even he is done with his longing for Zane. He’s just glad no one is here with him to see him so worked up over something that really doesn't matter. (Especially Nya and Lloyd, those two are the worst about making fun of Kai.)

He knows Zane is going to be okay. Mostly because if the nindroid isn’t Kai might just burn the whole world down. There’s only so much a guy can take. Okay? 

Okay.

The radio turns to static as he goes through a particularly dead stretch of road, and that’s worse than the love song station he had to switch off of.

Ugh- he’s being ridiculous.

Nothing bad has happened. He’d know. There’d be some impending monster to fight or shadow clouds destroying everything. It’s fine.

(Totally).

Like- obviously there’s no catastrophic doom. And Zane is okay.

Totally.

He just-

Kai just wants to hold him. He just misses him.

A lot.

And it’s really hard to be away from the team in general, his little siblings are there for First Master’s sake! As well as his best friends. Not to mention his boyfriend.

Headlights from an oncoming car pass Kai, and the fire ninja realizes the radio is on again. Huh.

Nice.

The popstation is on again, playing a song kai sorta knows.

He turns the volume from ‘four’ to ‘twenty’, able to hear the music much better this time.

The song is catchy, something about calling someone when you want, when you need, that the singer will be on the way.

Nifty.

Kai is so done. He’s thinking words like ‘nifty’. That is so uncool. Kai is an eternal flame, a magnet for fans- he dosen’t do ‘uncool’. He needs a major mood reset.

He needs to stop and crash in a bed- any bed would do at this point. But that unfortunately means finding a bed. 

Stupid middle of nowhere road. 

Kai loosens his grip again, and looks for signage declaring an inn, or a hotel. He does need to sleep to avoid a car crash.

How embarrassing would that be?

So tired and stressed he crashes into nothing? Ugh.

He’s better than that. He simply refuses to crash that bad. But he does still need to sleep and maybe eat something. So Kai keeps looking for a sign that will help him.

Three or four miles pass before he sees a sign indicating a small hotel off the next exit. 

He takes the exit, turning right before pulling to the lot of a small hotel called ‘The Sleepy Swan’.

He parks in the rundown lot before getting out of the car and locks it. His keys in hand as he walks towards the entrance.

Entering the hotel, Kai finds himself in the lobby. As is expected of course.

“Welcome to the Sleepy Swan.” A woman yawns, “Are you checking in?”

“Yeah. Do you have any rooms open?” He asks, walking forwards.

“Yes. Eighty a night, checkout is noon.”

“I’ll leave before then. Just a second.” Kai says, stopping in front of the counter as he reaches to get his wallet.

Pulling out his wallet, he hands his card to the woman- who is probably in her mid twenties. He dosen’t know, and it probably dosen’t actually matter.

The woman taps a few things on the tablet computer screen before her, not bothering to look up at him.

“Name?”

“Kai, Kai Smith.” He says evenly.

She enters his name and then swipes his card. “Thank you, enjoy your stay. You’re down the hall to the left.”

The woman hands back his car, reaching for a hotel key card before hanging that to Kai as well.

“Thanks.” he says as he takes the card.

Kai takes a deep breath before he goes to the left hallway, the sleeve of the keycard reading ‘105’. He looks for the room, standard ugly hotel carpet below his feet.

The room is the third on the left.

Kai has to try five times before he gets it open grumbling meaner things each failed attempt. When it finally opens he finds himself nearly cheering.

The room is nothing out of the ordinary. A small bathroom with the sink outside of it to his right. A bed, a desk, a few lamps and an old television. The window is covered by old curtains he’d rather not touch.

Kai shuts and bolts the door before he goes to the sink, splashing water on his face before he crashes. He still hasn’t turned on any lights. He doesn't want to- he just wants to flip the tv on, kick his shoes off, and crash.

He turns the tv on as he flops onto the bed, kicking his shoes off to the void that is the floor in the dark room.

He sets his alarm for five thirty, knowing if he passes out quickly he’ll get maybe six hours of sleep. He still has a good couple hours to drive tomorrow, he should start early.

The tv plays some old game show rerun from when Jay was a host, and Kai just moves to be comfortable so he can pass out as fast as possible.

Sleep overtakes him slower than he wants- but faster than normal. The dreams are nonexistent as he sleeps away from exhaustion.

—----

Zane has done nothing but pace since he arrived home last night. Kai is still not back, and it is nearly seven in the morning. What if the hothead got hurt? What if he has chosen to never come back?

Okay that last one is incredibly unlikely. Thank everything that it is. He really can’t handle that.

But still, something must have happened. And Zane is not going to rest until he knows that Kai is safe, and home.

He just wants to know that his beloved fire ninja is okay. And also to spoil the life out of Kai. Just normal boyfriend things. Honest!

He hasn’t seen Kai in six months, and with exactly three phone calls over that time it’s safe to say Zane is anxious. He just wants to hold his lover in his arms.

Wants to feel the hearthfire of his soul seeping through his skin and into Zane. To feel equilibrium in every sense of the word.

Zane knows it’s ridiculous, but he still feels all of that. Feels as if he could write pages of poetry about how he longs to have Kai back in his arms.

And knows that it still will not compare. That-

“Zane.” Jay’s voice says, cutting through the swirling thoughts in the nindroid’s mind.

“Jay?” He asks, turning to stare at his friend.

“Have you been pacing all night?”

“Oh- Yes. I suppose so.”

“You’re wearing a path in the woods. You need to take a break.”

“I am fine. I am just-”

“Missing kai? We know.”

“I do not mean to bother you.”

“Buddy- it’s fine. We all miss our partners when we’re apart. Just- take a break. You want to be fresh for when Kai gets back. Don’t you?”

Zane blinks. Jay is right of course, he wants to be nothing but fresh when Kai returns! But he has yet to even clean off from his own travels… Perhaps he should. Surly Kai can wait if he manages to arrive in the next ten minutes.

“I do. I will freshen up. Thank you, Jay.”

“Anytime.” Jay says, moving towards the kitchen in search of coffee if Zane had to guess.

Zane walks to his own room, changing into a new gi before cleaning his face gently. The process is tedious, but it is also familiar. And those two things together keep him preoccupied enough to distract him for a little bit.

He turns to his bed- seeing the sheet a little rumped from where he tossed his bag quite literally onto it when he first arrived home.

He had then immediately started pacing the living room. Writing.

Maybe.. Zane should wait on Kai outside. To better intercept him?

Yes. That is a wonderful plan!

So he makes his way outside, trying to keep his pacing to a reasonable five foot line.

The grass is quick to be trampled into submission as he paces. He knows it is silly- but he just needs to move. He might very well combust of he dosent- okay that’s an exaggeration but still. It feels that way at least.

Oh- he can not wait to see Kai again.

—----

Kai makes it onto the grass the Bounty has weighed anchor on a little after eight in the morning. His body is full of energy that he has no idea where to put. It doesn't matter really-

He parks the car beside the others before getting out and locking it.

“KAI!” Calls a voice- calls Zane's voice.

Oh- Kai has missed the fuck out of that voice. 

“Zane!” He calls, turning to see Zane sprinting at him.

Not one to be out doen- Kai sprints towards Zane right back.

The distance closes rapidly.

Before either one can think they’ve collided, Zane picks Kai up and stumbles back with the force.

The ice ninja doesn't stop moving, pulling Kai closer and spinning him in a hug that is so dazzlingly wonderful after so long apart.

ZAne swears it’s better than any other reunion he’s ever had- at least it feels the way in the moment.

He can feel the hollow cracks that being apart from Kai left in his being fill with the fire that the other wields so easily. THe swears that he feels himself mend all the lonely hours simply by holding the miracle of a man that he is lucky enough to love.

Kai laughs, holding Zane as close as he can. The chill of his boyfriend is welcome after months of being a furnace alone. The arms of his lover are stronger than ever and twice as perfect.

“I missed you.” Zane says, stilling but still holding Kai tightly.

“I missed you too Zee.” 

“I do not think I can stand a separation that long again- not without more calls at the very least.”

“I don’t plan on doing that again.”

“Me neither, if I am to be honest.”

“When did you get back?”

“Last night, around dinner time.”

“I’m sorry, I wanted to be home so bad- but I also had to crash in a hotel so I didn’t crash the car.”

“I much prefer you safe than with me. If I really have to choose.”

“Yeah. I know. But it still really sucked.”

“Oh, I absolutely agree with my beloved.”

Kai flushes- like he always does when Zane pulls out the classic nicknames. 

“You’re still so fucking pretty, Zane.”

“And I am nothing compared to your beauty, my darling.”

“You just want to  see how much I can actually blush in the span of five minutes.”

“That was not my plan- simply an added bonus.”

“Awful.”

“But you love me.”

“I do.”

“And I love you.”

Zane’s words are true, startlingly so even after so long. Because every day he realizes how much deeper in love he’s fallen with Kai.

It’s unreal.

It’s perfect it’s own imperfect way.