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requiemforthepoets · 4 months ago

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you’re such a rollercoaster, some killer queen you are 𖦹 LN4

PAIRINGS: lando norris x female!reader

SUMMARY: it was a random encounter at a club in miami during lando’s first win and all he has to remind him of you was a polaroid.

AUTHOR’S NOTE: i’m now done with my midterms, finally! i’ll be posting the requests soon. for the meantime, pls enjoy this lando oneshot i made. enjoy! :)

REMINDERS: this is purely fiction, the way how the character is portrayed in my story does not reflect the person that is portraying my character in real life. always separate fiction from reality, and do not repost or copy my work in any way.

WORD COUNT: 6.1k

WARNINGS: not proofread, typos, reader has a full back tattoo, cursing, and no use of y/n

It’s finally the summer break, a month away from all university obligations. As the summer break kicks off, you find yourself in the vibrant heart of Miami, ready to enjoy the nightlife that awaits you with your best friends. The hotel room was filled with laughter and sounds of hurried preparations, with all of your excitement evident. In front of the mirror, you admired yourself in the silk black backless dress that definitely accentuates your figure, the fabric of the dress falling just right to showcase your stunning full Sak Yant tattoo that you had gotten on your last trip to Cambodia. It was a daring choice, but you loved the way it felt, and the dress paired effortlessly with your trusty white low-cut chucks—a perfect blend of style and comfort for the night ahead. Your friends squealed in approval of your whole fit, each one hyping how amazing you looked.

“Are we ready to paint the town red?” One of them chimed, a teasing grin plastered on her face.

“Absolutely! Let’s make the most of this summer!” You replied, excitement bubbling in your chest.

The first club was already buzzing when you arrived, its lively atmosphere spilling out onto the street. It was packed—it was way more crowded than you had anticipated, and the thumping bass reverberated through your chest, the energy was electric. But as always, you and your friends pushed through the throngs of people, determined to start the night off right. You managed to snag a table near the dance floor, which is also quite close to the DJ booth. You could feel the energy of the crowd surge, especially when the DJ began playing the iconic beats of 2011 club hits.

The moment we found love by Rihanna started playing, you and your friends erupted in cheers, and memories of late-night dance parties flooding back. This song was your jam and you guys won’t let this pass, so you grabbed your friends’ hands and rushed to the dance floor. All the people began to sing along to the song at the top of their lungs, including you, and losing yourself in the infectious energy that surrounded you.

In the midst of your carefree dancing, you suddenly felt a gentle yet firm grip on your waist that made you turn. You found yourself face-to-face with an incredibly handsome man—his curly hair framed a sharp jawline, his aquamarine eyes sparkled under the flashing lights, and a small, charming smile played on his lips. You noticed that he’s a little bit tipsy, evident by his slight sway, but still managed to maintain a charming composure with an air of confidence.

“Your tattoo is incredible.” He leaned down to whisper it in your ears. His voice was low and warm, sending a delightful shiver down your spine. Heat immediately rushed to your cheeks as you blushed, momentarily lost for words.

“Thanks!” You shouted over the loud noise for him to hear you, but not really sure if he heard you or not.

Just then, your friend—the one who always photographs, had tapped your shoulder, her polaroid camera ready. She aimed it at you, and without thinking, you turned to the handsome stranger, flashing a playful smile as your friend pressed the shutter button. The photo was developed quickly, perfectly capturing the moment, and she handed it to you with a knowing look. An idea suddenly sparked in your mind, and you quickly rummaged through your friend’s bag.

“Hey, do you have a pen that I could borrow?” You asked, almost breathless with excitement.

She handed you a sharpie, raising an eyebrow but not questioning your sudden burst of creativity at the moment. You wrote a quick “thank you” on the empty space of the polaroid, signing it with the initial of your first name with a flourish before slipping it into the pocket of the white polo the stranger was wearing. The stranger looked surprised, a mix of confusion and excitement on his face, but he simply smiled back, his eyes lighting up as he reached for you.

“Wait, I didn’t get your name—” before he could finish his sentence, your friend pulled you in your arm, her eyes sparkling with mischief, “time to hit the next club!” She called, pulling you away.

You turned back at the stranger, waving him goodbye, feeling an unexpected pang of regret for leaving him behind. But you couldn’t shake the feeling that this night isn't over yet. You exchanged glances with him one last time, a silent promise hanging in the air, your heart fluttering with the hope that somehow, you’d see him again.

As you and your friends spilled out onto the bustling Miami street, your laughter filled the night as you headed to the next club. However, all you could think about was the brief connection you had felt on the dance floor, a sweet moment that seemed to linger in the air, leaving you yearning for more.

The night had ended in a blur for Lando. After the wild celebration of his first Formula 1 win in Miami, the euphoria was slowly dissipating and replaced by a wave of drunkenness that hit harder than he had expected. By the time the club lights dimmed and the crowd began to thin, Lando could barely stand on his own two feet, let alone string together a coherent sentence.

Max and Carlos had taken one look at him and immediately decided that they needed to step in. “C’mon mate, let’s get you back to the hotel,” Max grunted, slinging Lando’s arm over his shoulder, while Carlos grabbed the other side.

Carlos chuckled, equally amused and exasperated, “he kept pace with everyone at the party. Now he’s paying the price.”

Lando, wasted out of his mind, stumbled along between them, mumbling a mix of incoherent phrases. “She…she was…beautiful,” he slurred, eyes half-closed, as they maneuvered through the hotel lobby. “The tattoo…I need to…find her.”

Max raised an eyebrow, exchanging a knowing look with Carlos. “Who’s he talking about now?” Carlos asked, chuckling under his breath.

“Who knows? Maybe some random girl from the party,” Max shrugged, though the curiosity in his tone was undeniable. “You think he’s talking about some girl he met tonight?”

Carlos nodded, “definitely. He kept disappearing from the group. Bet it’s some girl who caught his eyes.”

They wrestled Lando into the elevator, which was a challenge in itself as Lando kept sagging against the walls. When they finally reached his hotel room, Carlos fumbled with the keycard, managing to get the door open while Max dragged Lando inside.

“Alright, bed time for you, champ.” Max muttered, carefully tossing Lando onto the bed. Lando landed face-first into the pillows, groaning something incomprehensible as he sprawled out, completely out of it.

As they started to leave, Carlos noticed something peeking out of Lando’s polo pocket. “Wait, hold on. What’s this?” He said, pulling out a small polaroid photo. He studied it for a moment before handing it to Max.

Max blinked, holding the picture up to the light. It was a snapshot of Lando at the club, with a girl smiling beside him. They were both smiling and looking like they were having the time of their lives, clearly caught up in the moment. Lando’s arm was around her waist, and she was beaming up at him.

“So this is who he’s been going on about, huh,” Max mused, smirking as he showed it to Carlos.

Carlos grinned, leaning closer to inspect the photo. “It has no name, no number on the back. Just the word thank you and a signature,” he said, pointing at the small initial written on the bottom corner of the polaroid.

Max gave a low whistle, eyes flicking to Lando, who had now turned onto his back, snoring loudly. “The way he’s looking at her, though…” Max said, shaking his head with an amused sigh. “Poor guy. He’ll surely lose his mind trying to find her again.”

“You think he’s going to go all in on this mystery girl?” Carlos asked, already imagining the chaos that could ensue once Lando wakes up.

“Oh, definitely. Look at that face—he’s going to lose his mind trying to find her.” Max chuckled, running a hand through his hair.

“If he does, it’ll be entertaining for us. He might actually be serious about someone for once.” Carlos smirked.

Max laughed, tucking the polaroid back into Lando’s pocket. “Well, whatever happens, tomorrow’s going to be interesting for sure. But first, I’m betting his hangover’s going to be the real pain in the ass.”

“I second that.” Carlos clapped Max on the back as they both made their way to the door. “Let him sleep it off. If fate has any say in this, maybe he’ll see her again.”

Once Max and Carlos had managed to leave the room, the soft snores of their friend filled the silence behind them, but they couldn’t help but share one last grin. Lando Norris, hopelessly wasted and smitten, was in for one wild ride the moment he wakes up in the morning.

When Lando woke up the next day, it felt like the world had caved in on him. His head pounded relentlessly like a jackhammer, every inch of his body felt heavy, and the sunlight seeping through the curtains are making everything worse. He groaned, pressing a hand to his face as he tried to piece together the events of the previous night. His mouth even felt dry, and every muscle ached—classic hangover. Glancing at the clock, his stomach sank. It was already past one in the afternoon.

“Ah shit.” He muttered, rubbing his temples.

Lando’s memories was a total fucking mess. Fragments of the party slipping in and out of focus. All he remembered is that he was celebrating his first F1 win in a Miami club with a bunch of friends, music, drinks…too many drinks, clearly. But then, there was something, or rather, someone—who stood out in the haze. A girl.

The image of you on the dance floor flickered in his mind. Lando couldn’t quite place every detail of your face, but the memory of your presence lingered, the feeling of being inexplicably drawn to you. It was like trying to recall a dream that was slipping away. He just shook his head, trying to clear the fog.

Struggling out of the bed, he tugged off the polo he had been wearing from the night before. As he did, something fell on the floor. Lando blinked, looking down to see a small polaroid photo lying by his feet. He picked it up and stared, the image hitting him like a bolt of clarity. It was a photo of you and him at the club, your face being illuminated by the flashing lights, both of you are smiling. Suddenly, the blurry memory sharpened. He remembered you—your black backless dress, the intricate back tattoo, the way you turned when he approached you. You had been so close, yet before he could really get to know you, your friends had whisked you away, leaving him standing alone on the dance floor, with only the photo to show for it.

Lando’s heart skipped a beat as he flipped the polaroid over, hoping to find some kind of clue, a way to find you. But the back was just frustratingly blank, except for the written thank you and an initial on the free space of the polaroid. He ran a thumb over the handwritten words, feeling a pang of disappointment. There was basically no number, no name. It was all just a fleeting memory. He sighed, sitting down on the edge of the bed.

“She’s probably just someone who came and went,” he muttered to himself, but even as he said it, the thought didn’t sit right.

There was something about the brief connection he felt with you that night, something that he couldn’t shake off. It was strange, almost unnerving, how much he remembered the feeling of being with you in that brief moment—like everything else had faded into the background.

Without fully understanding why, Lando grabbed his wallet and carefully tucked the polaroid photo into his wallet, sliding it into the hidden compartment where it could be safe. He wasn’t even sure why he decided to keep the polaroid, especially in such a personal place. It seemed silly, but it felt right to keep it there, like a small piece of that night he wasn’t ready to let go of just yet.

Lando sat there for a few moments longer, staring at the closed wallet in his hand. The next race was in a week, and he had the time to get his shit together before flying to Italy for the Imola GP. But now, instead of just focusing on the upcoming race, his mind kept drifting back to you—wondering if you were still out there somewhere, wondering if he would ever get the chance to see you again. He finally stood up to get ready for the day and fly out of Miami, he couldn’t help but smirk at himself.

“Guess I’m going to be thinking about this for a while,” he muttered, the memory of your smile etched into his thoughts.

Miami was fun, and now it’s time to go back to reality. Once you got back home, the vibrant memories of the trip slowly started to fade into the background, already having been replaced by the familiar routine of gearing up for the new university year. This was it—your final year at university, the last stretch before graduation, and you are determined to give it your all. It was time to buckle down and focus on academics. After all, everything you had done in Miami was meant to stay in Miami.

Yet, no matter how hard you tried to immerse yourself in your studies, your mind would always reel back to that night in the club. The memory of the man you had met—his aquamarine eyes, the way he had looked at you like you were the only person in the room had kept replaying in your head, keeping you awake at night. It was frustrating how much he lingered in your thoughts. You had only known him for a brief moment, not even long enough to learn his name, yet you couldn’t forget the instant connection that had sparked between you.

The way he had complimented your tattoo, the way he had smiled when you slipped the polaroid into his polo pocket—it had all felt surreal, like something out of a dream, and then there was the polaroid. You literally had no idea why you had given it to him, that was the only physical memory of that night, the only proof that your paths had crossed. Yet, in the moment, it felt like what you did was the right thing to do. Or maybe it was the excitement, the adrenaline of the night you felt that had pushed you to make such a spontaneous decision. But now, you found yourself wondering if he had even kept it, or if it had ended up crumpled in some corner, forgotten in the blur of a party boy’s life.

You tried to push these lingering and uninvited thoughts aside. After all, he had seemed like the type who enjoyed the party scene, the kind of guy who was probably very used to fleeting moments like the one you had shared. You definitely have no reason to expect anything more from it. It was fun while it lasted—a brief, electric encounter in the middle of a packed club. Still, a small part of you couldn’t help but wonder what might have happened if your friend hadn’t pulled you away so soon. Would you have stayed and talked more, gotten to know him beyond that brief moment on the dance floor? Or maybe it was better this way, a perfect memory left untouched by reality.

With a sigh, you snapped yourself back to the present, staring down at the pile of thick college textbooks and notebooks waiting for you. It was time to focus on what was real, what was tangible—your studies, your future. The man from Miami would remain just a distant memory, one that you would tuck away with all the other wild moments from your summer. After all, you had more important things to focus on now.

Still, every now and then, as you walked to your lectures or sat in the library, you would catch yourself thinking about him—wondering if he still had that polaroid tucked away somewhere, just like you secretly hoped he did.

Lando was no better. Ever since that night in Miami, his mind has been drifting more than usual. He found himself distracted during meetings, zoning out during race prep, and even spacing out in the garage most of the time. His usual easy going demeanor was now often replaced by a more serious, almost contemplative expression. It was as if something had taken root in his mind, and no matter how hard he tried to shake it, the memory of you wouldn’t let go.

He had replayed that night over and over again in his mind—the moment he saw you, how he had felt an unexplainable pull towards you, the way you had smiled when he complimented your tattoo, and how effortlessly everything had seemed to click between you in that brief encounter. It was ridiculous, really, how hung up he had become over someone he barely even knew. He hadn’t even caught your name—and yet, the polaroid was still inside his wallet, tucked away like a secret he carried with him everywhere he went.

Whenever he felt particularly lost in thought, he’d pull it out and stare at it, trying to remember every detail of your face, laugh, and the way you looked at him. He was becoming a lovesick fool. But that only made it worse—like he had been shot by cupid, now hopelessly stuck in this strange limbo of longing for someone who felt like a distant memory. The problem was, he couldn’t keep it to himself anymore. But now, half of the grid knew about the mysterious girl in the polaroid. It had all started with Oscar.

Lando had been so deep in his dilemma that he couldn’t contain it anymore and had to vent about it, and Oscar, being a good listener, and always the voice of reason, had been the unfortunate recipient of Lando’s endless stream of confusion and longing.

“Mate, I don’t even know where to start looking,” Lando groaned one afternoon, slumping into a chair next to Oscar. They were in the motorhome, waiting for a debrief. “She didn’t even leave her name, no number, nothing. Just…this. I don’t even know why I’m so hung up on this! It was just one night.” He pulled out the polaroid for what felt like the hundredth time, showing it again to Oscar.

“Well, that tends to happen when you let Max and Carlos feed you shots all night. You’re lucky that you remember anything.” Oscar teased, a small smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.

“That’s not helping.” Lando shot him a look, half amused and half exasperated. “I just—there was something about her, you know? It wasn’t just the drinks. I felt this connection, and then she was gone.”

“You really got hit hard, didn’t you?” Oscar chuckled.

“You have no idea, Osc,” Lando muttered, running a hand through his curly hair in frustration. “I mean, what are the odds, right? A random night in Miami, and now…I can't stop thinking about her. What’s wrong with me?”

Oscar chuckled, leaning back in his seat. “Hey, nothing’s wrong with you. You just like her, I guess. A lot.” He glanced at the polaroid again, shaking his head in amusement. “You’ve got the entire grid buzzing about this by now, you know. Everyone’s rooting for you to find her.”

“Great. So now everyone’s invested in my love life too.” Lando groaned, leaning his head back.

“You did show them the photo,” Oscar pointed out with a grin. “It’s hard not to get curious when you’ve been carrying that thing around like a lovesick fool.”

“I know it’s stupid, but it feels like more than just a random encounter. There was something there, Oscar. I swear.” Lando let out a dramatic sigh, though a small smile tugged at the corners of his lips.

“So what are you going to do? Just sit around and hope she magically walks into the next race?” Oscar leaned back in his seat.

“I was thinking that maybe, I could hire a private investigator or something, you know.” Lando shrugged.

Oscar’s eyes widened in disbelief. “A private investigator? Tell me you’re joking.” Lando’s expression remained serious. “No, I’m not! Or, I could just post the photo online, let the fans do their thing. They could help me find her—someone has to know who she is.”

Oscar pinched the bridge of his nose, sighing. “Lando, mate, listen to me.” He turned to Lando, face serious. “You’re out of your mind. You can’t hire a PI or ask your fans to find this girl. Think about how creepy that sounds.”

“But how else am I supposed to find her! I can’t even stop thinking about her, Oscar. I didn’t even get her name, and now I’m stuck.” Lando groaned again.

“Mate, if you’re meant to find her, you will. You can’t force something like this, and you definitely shouldn’t involve the internet.” Oscar sighed. “Just let it go for now. Focus on the races, and if it’s meant to happen, it’ll happen.” He added.

Lando sat in silence for a moment, staring at the polaroid again. As much as he hated to admit it, Oscar was right. He couldn’t exactly post the photo online and hope for the best—that would be absolute madness and would really violate your privacy. But letting it go? That shit felt realy impossible.

“Yeah, I guess.” Lando muttered.

Lando tucked the polaroid carefully back into his wallet. He knew deep down, he wasn’t really ready to let go of the idea of finding you again. Even if it seemed impossible.

More months passed by, and life had already moved on, but the memory of that night in Miami still lingered in your mind—and in Lando’s too. The connection, however, had left an impression on both of you, though neither expected to cross paths again. You had already given up any hope of seeing him again, and had decided to leave it all to fate. If it’s meant to be, then it’ll be. Besides, life has been busy enough for you. With your final year at university, you had too much on your plate to spend time wondering about a man whose name you still didn’t know. But it seems like fate had other plans in store for the both of you.

It started when you had a week off from university, and you and your best friends decided to go on a trip to Greece over your week off. You have no qualms about it, since you really needed a break as well, and what better way to relax than exploring the beautiful beaches and Acropolis of Athens.

The trip to Greece was everything you had hoped for, but unbeknownst to you, Lando was in Greece too, enjoying his own vacation with his close friends. You were sunbathing on a pristine beach, chatting away with your friends, when Lando walked by just a few meters away. He didn’t notice you, and you didn’t see him either—both of you are too caught up in your own worlds, yet there you were, so close but so far away.

The second time was when you took a trip to Ibiza. Another spontaneous getaway with your best friends. The vibrant nightlife and endless summer energy called your name. As you danced and had the time of your life at a beachside club, oblivious to the fact that Lando was just at a private party down the shore. His friends had dragged him out for the night, hoping to help him unwind after a tough race. You and your friends left just as Lando was arriving, two paths almost crossing once again.

It was starting to become a strange pattern—wherever you were, Lando seemed to be there too. The two of you had shared the same sunsets, wandered the same winding streets, and probably passed by each other without even realizing it.

The third time was in Monaco. A beautiful city, with its glamor and breathtaking views, it was the perfect escape before starting your last semester. You and your friends are strolling down the harbor one afternoon, laughing as you all pointed at the massive yachts that were all lined up, imagining what it would be like to live such a luxurious life.

Inside a nearby café, Lando was sitting by the window, sipping on a coffee and looking out over the same harbor. He had been restless, unable to shake the feeling that he was missing something—or someone. He looked up just as you and your friends passed by outside, laughing and taking selfies by the water, but you did not look his way, and he didn’t get up, assuming it was just another passing group of tourists. Once again, fate brought you together, only to keep you just out of reach.

It was as though the universe was playing a cruel game, constantly bringing you and Lando to the same place at the same time, but never allowing your paths to fully align. You could be randomly walking down the street while he was sitting just a few doors away in a café. Lando could be entering a restaurant as you and your friends exited from a nearby boutique. It was almost laughable how close you came to seeing him again, yet how impossibly far away it felt.

As the months passed, both you and Lando accepted that what had happened in Miami was a beautiful, fleeting moment. Something to be kept, but perhaps never meant to be revisited. But there’s still a small part of you that couldn’t shake the feeling that maybe, fate wasn’t done with you yet.

For now, though, it seemed like fate was content with keeping the both of you on the edge—close enough to feel the pull, but never quite close enough to collide.

One night, it seemed like that fate had finally decided it was time to stop playing games. You were in the middle of preparing for your final exams when your cousins called with an unexpected invitation. They will be flying to Singapore for the Gran Prix two months from now, and they have already secured a paddock club pass for you—for all three days of the event. The kicker? They will be paying for everything; flights, accommodations, and even meals. It was definitely a golden opportunity, and although you had no clue what a Grand Prix was or even what Formula 1 is, you couldn’t turn down an all-expenses-paid trip to a place you had been saving up to visit anyway.

“Trust me, it’s going to be amazing,” your cousin assured you over the phone. “You’ll get to be up close to the cars, the drivers, and the entire F1 spectacle. It’s a vibe.”

While you were excited about the trip, the idea of spending three days around race cars didn’t exactly thrill you. You knew nothing about cars or Formula 1, and the most you had ever watched were glimpses of motorsports on TV at home with your father. But a free trip to Singapore was too good to pass up, and maybe, you would find something to enjoy about this whole Grand Prix thing.

Fast forward to your arrival in Singapore. The sweltering heat of Singapore was almost overwhelming, but the excitement in the air was noticeable as you strolled through the paddock area, soaking in the energy of the Grand Prix weekend. You are dressed in a flowing white sundress that caught the breeze just right, paired with chic Prada Monolith Crisscross sandals, a cute beige mini Lady Dior handbag that matches complete your whole outfit, and the paddock club pass hanging around your neck—in all honesty, you looked like you belonged at a chic summer brunch rather than a motorsport event. But you were grateful for your outfit choices, especially given how hot and humid it was in Singapore. You weren’t sure what to expect from the race weekend, but at least you felt prepared for the weather.

The atmosphere was buzzing, with fans eagerly awaiting glimpses of their favorite drivers. You and your cousins meandered around, snapping photos of the three of you to send to your parents for updates, and enjoying the free-flowing drinks and gourmet food available in the exclusive paddock club. Your cousins, die-hard Formula 1 fans, were thrilled to spot drivers walking around, rushing up to get photos with anyone they could.

At one point, they had spotted Oscar Piastri, the young driver who seemed to be gathering a crowd in the paddock. Your cousins were excited and hurried up to him, asking for a quick photo. Instead of joining them, you volunteered to take the photo, your cousin had handed you his phone and took a photo of them with Oscar. As Oscar posed with your cousins, you framed the shot perfectly, capturing their wide smiles and his easygoing grin. After the photo was snapped, you handed the phone back to your cousin, but something odd caught your attention.

Oscar was staring at you, a look of recognition flashing briefly across his face, though he didn’t say anything. His gaze lingered for a second too long, as if he was trying to place where he had seen you before. But before you could ask if something was wrong, he quickly and politely excused himself, saying something about needing to be somewhere else.

“Thank you!” Your cousin beamed, oblivious to the strange moment, as they admired the picture you had taken.

However, you were left feeling slightly unsettled. Why had Oscar looked at you like that? You just shrugged it off, thinking it was probably nothing. After all, he must meet thousands of people all the time, maybe you just had one of those faces.

You continued walking around with your cousins, admiring the cars as the mechanics prepared for the weekend’s race during the pitlane walk. The energy was contagious, you could feel it in the air—tension and excitement. While you didn’t quite understand the intricacies of the sport, you were starting to get why so many people were hooked.

As Oscar made his way back to the McLaren garage, he couldn’t shake the feeling that he had just seen someone important. The brief encounter with you lingered in his mind, he considered telling Lando about it, but something held him back. What if he was just mistaken? What if you were just another face in the crowd, one of the many people who flocked to the Grand Prix? He surely didn’t want to get Lando’s hopes up if he was wrong because the boy is already losing his mind of finding you.

But still, there was an undeniable spark of recognition in Oscar’s gut. The way you had smiled at him, the familiarity in your eyes—it was as if you were embedded into his memories, even if he couldn’t quite place you. The thought of Lando obsessing over someone who may not even be worth it felt almost cruel, so he kept quiet as he stepped into the garage.

“Hey Osc!” Lando called out from where he was working on some last-minute adjustments to the car. His energy was infectious, his usual charisma shining through despite the long day ahead.

“Just met some fans,” Oscar replied, casually brushing off the encounter. He knew Lando was too focused on the race to delve into any side stories, so he played it cool. “Pretty excited about the weekend.”

“That’s good! We need that energy. It’s going to be a wild race!” Lando said enthusiastically and grinned.

Lando was really in the zone, and Oscar didn’t want to disrupt that by bringing up something that might end up being inconsequential, but Oscar couldn’t help himself. As he watched Lando tinker with the car, a thought struck him. If he had indeed seen you, and if you were that same girl that Lando had met at the club in Miami, then there was a chance for another confirmation that it really is indeed you. Singapore is a big place, but the paddock? Not so much. People cross paths here all the time. Fate could also work in you and Lando’s favor.

“I have a feeling we’ll meet some interesting people this weekend,” Oscar said, casually testing the waters. “You never know who might show up in the paddock.”

“You think so? Like who?” Lando raised an eyebrow, now intrigued.

“Just a hunch. You know how these events go, a lot of fans and celebrities come through.” Oscar shrugged, playing it cool as he smiled at Lando. Hoping what he said wouldn’t come off too eager.

“Yeah, I guess we’ll see. It’d be nice to connect with some new faces.” Lando grinned.

Oscar just decided to remain quiet, but inside his mind, he had promised himself that if your paths didn’t cross naturally over the course of the race weekend, he would make sure to plan the two of you to meet. It was high time for Lando to get that second chance, and if fate wouldn’t still bring you and Lando together, then Oscar would be more happy to lend a hand.

As you and your cousins walked around the bustling paddock, the excitement of the day washed over you. You were engaged in conversation, pointing out different drivers, when suddenly, your cousins spotted someone they knew and ran off to catch up. You paused, taking a moment to soak in the atmosphere and admire the vibrant energy that surrounded you. You never knew that you’ll be enjoying the Grand Prix with your cousin—it was eventful, but really fun.

Suddenly, your eyes caught sight of someone familiar stepping out of the McLaren motorhome—a head of curly hair, sharp jawline, and those aquamarine eyes that had been burned deep into your memory since that night at the club in Miami. It was him. Most of all, you wouldn’t expect that the man you had met in the club was Lando Norris. You had seen his face all over the paddock, and your cousin telling you who he was.

You froze for a moment, your heart was caught up in your throat. Lando was walking with a group of people, laughing and chatting, completely unaware that you were standing just meters away. It felt like time had slowed down for you. Could this really be happening? After all those months of missed chances and near encounters, fate had finally decided to stop playing games and let your paths cross again—and here you were, in Singapore, of all places.

But just as you gathered your thoughts, Lando turned his head in your direction. His laughter faded, and his eyes locked onto yours. There was a flicker of surprise, then sudden recognition as his face shifted from casual curiosity to something more intense. It was like he couldn’t quite believe what he was seeing, and neither could you.

For a moment, neither of you moved, caught in a strange limbo of disbelief. But as you or cousins called out to you, completely oblivious to the emotional earthquake happening between you and Lando, you snapped back to reality. You offered a nervous smile and a small wave, really unsure of what to do next. Would he even remember you? Should you go over and say something? Or maybe he was just staring at someone behind you.

“Hey! We’re heading over there!” Your cousins shouted, pointing toward another part of the paddock.

You felt a wave of disappointment was over you, knowing that you had no choice but follow and be with them. As you turn to leave, you glance back at Lando one last time, just in time to catch him staring intently at your back. Lando’s expression shifted as his eyes widened, and you realized he had spotted your tattoo—the intricate Sak Yant design that adored your skin.

In that moment, you could almost see the gears turning in his mind as he began connecting the dots. Your heart raced again, a mix of hope and fear. But before you could linger on your thoughts, your cousins tugged at your arm, leading you away. You felt a strange sense of longing, wishing desperately for a chance to bridge the gap. Little did you know, Lando was feeling the same way.

Fate had finally brought you together again. Now, the ball is in Lando’s court.

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francy-sketches · 9 months ago

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Whenever people talk about lack of media literacy they always bring up people who think a character doing bad things=the author endorsing said bad things which are very annoying but I feel like we're ignoring the opposite, equally annoying side of the discourse who think if you criticize the inclusion/depiction of dark/sensitive topics in any way it’s bc you’re a dumb baby who can’t separate fiction from reality. and it's like no I know I’m not supposed to clap and cheer at violence against women I’m criticizing how much of it there is. Idiot

#.txt #also sometimes a work DOES reflect the author's bigoted views lol #why are we acting like that's unherad of #anyway I thought about when I argued with d&d apologists over the way they adapted loras now I’m mad again #‘it’s not like the religious zealots were portrayed as good people what’s the issue’#the issue is that storyline wasn’t in the book they went out of their way to make the one gay character be tortured for his sexuality #'why are you upset that bad things are happening to the characters' book loras got deepfried that's not what i have a problem with

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03jyh23 · 6 days ago

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🌷⌇facing the truth finding our way back part 8; a choi jongho mini-series

ex-boyfriend! idol! jongho x ex-girlfriend! single-mom! reader

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│synopsis: five years have passed since jongho last saw you. your lives have taken drastically different paths, with jongho achieving fame and you focusing on raising your daughter, nari, in quiet anonymity. when jongho discovers he has a daughter, he's determined to be a part of her life.

│genre: a slice of life, romance, fluff, some angst

│trigger warnings: emotional distress, mature language, confrontations, anxiety and mental turmoil⁠⁠

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│reminder: what you’re about to read is purely fiction, so let’s keep it separate from reality.

!minors do not interact!

— hi there my lovely people! it's been three months since my last update, I finally managed to have some time for writing during my Christmas/New Year break! honestly, i'm as nervous as the first time i ever posted on here but there's also a huge excitement. i missed you guys and this story so much! can't wait to hear all of your opinions!

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Jongho stormed into his car, his body trembling with a mixture of rage and frustration. He slammed the door shut behind him, the sound echoing. For a moment, he sat there, his chest heaving as he tried to regain control of his emotions. Slowly, he unclenched his tightly gripped fists, wincing slightly as he felt the sting of his nails digging into his palms. With a heavy sigh, he leaned forward, gently resting his forehead against the cool surface of the steering wheel. The tension in his muscles began to ebb away, replaced by a profound sense of exhaustion and regret. As the adrenaline faded, the weight of the confrontation settled over him heavy. He closed his eyes, taking a deep breath to steady himself. The image of you standing between him and Hyunwoo, your eyes pleading for peace, flashed in his mind. Guilt washed over him as he realized how close he had come to losing control.

"Fuck..." he let out a breath he didn't realize he was holding. The weight of the situation crashed down on him, and he felt a mix of anger and disappointment in himself. He had promised you he would handle things differently, be better, but he had nearly lost it back there. The thought of disappointing you, made his stomach churn. Jongho ran a hand through his hair, tugging at the strands in frustration. He knew he needed to calm down, to think clearly about what to do next. But the image of Hyunwoo's smug face kept flashing in his mind, reigniting his anger. He took another deep breath, trying to focus on what really mattered -you and Nari. "I need to fix this," he muttered to himself, his voice barely above a whisper in the quiet car. He knew he had to make things right, but he also knew he needed time to cool off first. With a heavy sigh, he started the car, deciding to take a drive to clear his head before facing the consequences of his actions.

As Jongho drove aimlessly through the streets, his phone suddenly lit up with an incoming call.

The caller ID displayed his manager's name, and Jongho's stomach dropped. With a heavy sigh, he answered the call, already anticipating bad news.

"What is it?" Jongho asked, his voice still carrying the rough edge of lingering anger, a testament to the confrontation that had just transpired in the hallway.

"Are you out of your fucking mind?" his manager's voice thundered through the speaker with such force that Jongho had to pull the phone away from his ear, wincing at the volume. "I just got a call from Minho at KpopDaily. You know what he asked me? He asked me to confirm if Choi Jongho from ATEEZ has a three-year-old daughter! Do you have any idea how blindsided I was by this?"

Jongho's blood ran cold, a chill spreading through his entire body as the implications of those words sank in. His grip on the steering wheel tightened until his knuckles turned white, the leather creaking under the pressure. "What?" The single word came out as barely more than a whisper.

"They have photos, Jongho. Multiple photos. Clear shots of you with Nari, you putting her in the car, and even you talking to San and Wooyoung while she's with you. They're planning to run the story tomorrow morning." His manager's voice dropped dangerously low, each word dripping with barely contained fury. "Do you have any idea what kind of shitstorm this could create? The company executives are going to crucify me for this! Years of careful image management, gone in an instant!"

"Did... did they publish anything yet?" Jongho managed to ask, his throat constricting as waves of panic began to wash over him. His mind immediately raced to you and Nari - imagining the chaos that would descend upon your lives, the reporters that would hound your every step, the peaceful existence you'd carefully constructed crumbling under the weight of public scrutiny.

"No, thank god. I managed to convince Minho to hold off by promising him an exclusive interview instead. But listen to me carefully - this isn't going to stay buried for long. You need to get your ass to the company building right now. We need to handle this before it explodes in our faces and becomes completely unmanageable. The other members must be briefed too - this isn't just about you anymore. This affects all of ATEEZ, everything we've built together."

"I had a meeting with the CEO and PR team. They were so supportive before—everything was under control," Jongho said, his words barely above a whisper, more to himself than his manager. The manager let out a heavy sigh before answering.

"The company representatives only supported you because you agreed to follow their plan. Now everything's hanging by a thread. Don't you understand, Jongho? This has spiraled out of control. They didn't want to force your hand before, but that's about to change. I'm calling the CEO right now."

"Do you have to call them right now?" Jongho pleaded, his voice trembling with a mixture of desperation and fear. His fingers tightened around the phone as he tried one last time to delay the inevitable conversation that would change everything. "Maybe we could discuss this first, find another solution—" His desperate attempt to stop his manager was abruptly cut short.

"Yes I have to," the manager said firmly, his tone brooking no argument, each word carrying the weight of years of experience in the industry. "We can't keep this from them, Jongho. This isn't something we can handle on our own anymore, and every minute we delay could make things worse."

Jongho pulled over to the side of the road with trembling hands, his mind spinning like a tornado of worst-case scenarios. Everything he'd been desperately trying to protect - his precious relationship with you, Nari's innocent childhood, the delicate balance he'd been struggling to maintain between his two worlds - it was all threatening to come crashing down around him. The thought of his daughter being thrust into the harsh spotlight, of becoming fodder for entertainment news and social media speculation, made his stomach churn violently. "I'll be there in twenty minutes," he said quietly, his voice hollow as he ended the call. He sat in the suffocating silence of his car, his hands shaking uncontrollably as he tried to process the magnitude of what was happening. The weight of impending disaster pressed heavily on his chest. He needed to tell you, but the very thought made him feel sick with dread. How could he possibly find the words to say to you that your worst fears were about to become reality? That the peaceful life you'd built for Nari, the normal childhood you'd fought so hard to give her, was about to be turned upside down because he couldn't stay away because he'd been selfish enough to want to be part of your lives without considering the consequences?

Jongho pulled into the company parking lot with a heavy heart and trembling hands. The walk to the building entrance felt like the longest journey of his life, his footsteps seemed to match the thundering of his heartbeat as he approached the glass doors, his reflection distorted in their surface.

His manager was already waiting in the lobby, pacing back and forth with nervous energy that seemed to electrify the air around him. The moment he caught sight of Jongho, his hurried steps faltered, and his eyes widened in shock, immediately focusing on Jongho's swollen lip. The manager's expression shifted from surprise to barely contained frustration as he took in Jongho's disheveled appearance.

"What happened to your face?" the manager hissed through clenched teeth, stepping closer to examine the injury with a mixture of concern and exasperation evident in his features. His voice dropped to a whisper, tight with tension, "Please tell me you weren't in a fight. That's absolutely the last thing we need right now, of all possible moments."

Before Jongho could formulate a response or attempt to explain himself, a company representative approached them with quick, purposeful steps. Her usually perfectly composed expression wavered slightly as she noticed his injury, a crack in her professional facade that spoke volumes about the gravity of the situation. "The others are waiting in the main conference room," she said, her tone maintaining its professional edge but carrying an unmistakable undercurrent of tension. "We need to address this situation immediately - there's no time to waste."

The walk to the conference room felt surreal, like moving through a thick fog in a dream - or rather, a nightmare that was becoming increasingly vivid with each passing moment. The familiar corridors seemed longer and more imposing than ever before, the walls closing in with each step. When they finally entered the room, Jongho found all seven of his members already seated around the large table, their presence both comforting and intimidating. Their expressions ranged from deep concern to visible confusion, and the room fell into a heavy, suffocating silence as they collectively took in his disheveled appearance.

Seonghwa was the first to break through the thick tension that had settled over the room. His voice, gentle but laden with worry, cut through the silence like a warm knife. "Jongho, what's going on?" The genuine concern in his tone made Jongho's heart clench with guilt and apprehension.

Before Jongho could respond, the door swung open and the CEO strode in, followed by several members of the PR team. The atmosphere in the room immediately shifted, becoming even more tense as everyone straightened in their seats. Jongho's throat went dry as he realized this was the moment everything would change.

The CEO settled into his chair at the head of the table, his expression grave as he surveyed the room. The weight of unspoken words hung heavy in the air, pressing down on Jongho's shoulders like a physical burden.

"I'm sure we all know why we're here," the CEO sighed, massaging his forehead. The lines of exhaustion and concern were deeply etched on his face as he looked around the room, his gaze finally settling on Jongho. "The situation has escalated beyond our control, and we need to make some immediate decisions about how to proceed."

The tension in the room thickened, and Jongho could feel the questioning stares of his members burning into him.

"What exactly is going on?" Hongjoong's leader instincts kicked in, his voice steady but concerned as he looked between the CEO and Jongho, trying to piece together the situation.

"At KQ Entertainment, we pride ourselves on trust and friendship," one of the PR heads began, her voice laden with authority that filled the room. "But we can't ignore this situation any longer, Jongho." She paused, her steely gaze fixed on him. "From now on, we'll be making the decisions for you. You no longer have a choice in this matter," she declared with a finality that sent a chill down Jongho's spine.

"Can somebody enlighten us?" Hongjoong's voice cut through the tension, his tone firm yet controlled. "I'm the leader of the group. I should be the one representing our approach to whatever this situation is."

"There was... a media leak," the CEO spoke carefully, his words heavy with implications. He paused, gathering his thoughts before continuing to explain the situation. "The media has obtained photographs of Jongho with his daughter," the CEO stated bluntly, causing several gasps around the table. "They're planning to run a story tomorrow morning about his secret child. We've been managing this situation privately until now, but circumstances have forced our hand."

"Our PR team has already drafted a statement," he continued, sliding folders across the table. "We'll announce that Jongho has a daughter, frame it as a personal choice to maintain privacy and request understanding from fans. The statement will be released before the media breaks the story."

Hongjoong's chair scraped against the floor as he stood abruptly. "With all due respect, sir, this isn't just about PR. We're talking about a child's life here. Jongho's family. We can't just—"

"This isn't up for discussion," the PR head interrupted sharply. "The statement goes out in four hours. We need to control the narrative before it controls us."

Jongho sat there, shoulders slumped, feeling the weight of defeat crushing him. Everything he had feared was unfolding before his eyes, and he felt powerless to stop it. The heated exchange between Hongjoong and the executives continued around him, but their voices seemed distant, muffled by the roaring in his ears.

"You can't make unilateral decisions about our member's personal life!" Hongjoong's voice cut through Jongho's daze, sharp with anger. "We should at least discuss alternative approaches—"

"The time for discussion is over," the CEO's voice thundered through the room. "This is no longer just about Jongho or his family. This affects ATEEZ as a whole, our company's reputation, and the careers of everyone in this room."

"Jongho," the CEO's tone shifted, becoming deceptively calm, his fingers interlacing on the polished conference table as he leaned forward with an air of calculated authority. "We need you to contact Y/N immediately. As Nari's legal guardian, there are several time-sensitive documents that require her immediate attention and signature."

"Documents?" Jongho's voice emerged as barely more than a trembling whisper, his hands clenched tightly beneath the table as dread pooled in his stomach.

The PR head cleared her throat, adjusting her wire-rimmed glasses with practiced precision, her expression a masterclass in corporate calculation. "Yes. After careful consideration of all available options and extensive market research, we've determined that the most strategic course of action is to announce your engagement. A formal marriage ceremony, properly timed and publicized, will help significantly soften the blow to your public image and create a narrative that our PR team can effectively manage—"

"Are you fucking kidding me?" Hongjoong exploded, his chair screeching against the floor as he slammed both palms onto the table with enough force to make the water glasses rattle. His face was flushed with unbridled fury as he stood, shoulders tensed like a coiled spring. "You can't possibly think you have the right to force them into marriage! This goes beyond crossing a line—this is a complete violation of their basic human rights—"

"Watch your language and compose yourself immediately," the CEO snapped, his face flooding with color as he straightened in his chair. "This isn't some playground where you can throw tantrums, Hongjoong. This is a serious business matter that requires professional conduct."

"Business?" Hongjoong spat the word out like it was poison burning his tongue, his eyes blazing with righteous indignation. "We're talking about real people's lives here—actual human beings with feelings and rights—not some goddamn spreadsheet you can manipulate for profit!"

The room descended into absolute chaos, with voices rising and crashing against each other like waves in a storm. Heated protests collided with corporate justifications, profanities mingled with policy citations, and emotional pleas clashed with cold business logic. Through the deafening cacophony of the escalating argument, Jongho remained completely motionless in his chair, a statue of despair. His mind raced frantically to thoughts of you, his heart constricting painfully as he grappled with the impossible task of finding words to explain this new nightmare that was unfolding—how could he possibly tell you that their solution to protecting your privacy was to thrust you even further into the spotlight?

"Hyung, it's alright," Jongho said softly amongst the chaos. His quiet voice somehow managed to cut through the heated arguments surrounding him.

The room fell silent as all eyes turned to him, the sudden quiet almost deafening after the previous uproar. His shoulders were slumped in resignation, but there was a quiet determination in his eyes as he lifted his gaze to meet Hongjoong's concerned stare. "I'll talk to Y/N myself - she deserves to hear this from me, not through some corporate statement."

"No," the PR head's voice sliced through his plea, her tone leaving no room for argument or emotion. "This isn't a request, Jongho. This is a direct order from the company. Put her on speaker now. We've already dispatched a car with security personnel to collect both Y/N and Nari. They need to be present in this room immediately to handle this situation according to company protocol."

Jongho's face drained of all color as waves of panic clawed mercilessly at his chest, his breathing becoming shallow and rapid. "Please," he begged, his voice cracking with raw desperation that filled the room, his hands trembling visibly as he leaned forward in his chair. "I'm begging you to at least let me handle this part myself. They deserve that much consideration - let me explain everything to them in person, face to face—"

"That's not an option," she interrupted with glacial finality, her expression hardening into an impenetrable mask of corporate authority as she extended her hand across the table, fingers splayed expectantly. "Your phone. Hand it over. Now."

The silence that followed was electric, charged with a tension that could almost be physically felt. Yeosang's voice, usually soft and measured, cut through the stillness with unexpected force.

"We will all terminate our contracts immediately if you don't allow Jongho to handle this situation with the respect and dignity it deserves," Yeosang declared firmly, his usually gentle voice carrying an unmistakable edge of steel. The quiet member's unexpected declaration sent shockwaves through the room, causing everyone present to turn toward him in stunned silence. His words hung heavy in the air, transforming the already tense atmosphere into something electric with possibility.

As if choreographed, all seven members rose from their chairs in perfect synchronization, the sharp scraping of chair legs against the floor creating a symphony of defiance. Their unified movement, performed without hesitation or discussion, conveyed a message more powerful than any words could express. The solidarity emanating from their stance transformed the corporate meeting room into a battlefield where the lines had been clearly drawn.

Yunho's voice cut through the tension, steady and unwavering, his usual playfulness replaced by iron determination. "You'll have my formal resignation letter on your desk first thing tomorrow morning," he declared, each word carefully measured and delivered with devastating precision. His typically bright and cheerful features had hardened into an expression of unmovable resolve, his eyes blazing with a fierce intensity that none in the room had witnessed before.

San's quiet but firm voice joined the chorus of solidarity. "My contract will be on that desk too," he stated, his usually bright eyes now dark with determination. The atmosphere in the room shifted as the executives exchanged nervous glances, clearly unprepared for this united front from all eight members.

"All of you calm down right now and sit down!" the CEO demanded, his voice thundering through the room as he slammed his fist on the table. His face had turned a dangerous shade of red, veins visibly pulsing at his temples. "Jongho, go and talk to that girl. The car's probably already waiting for them."

The other members remained standing, their expressions unwavering despite the CEO's outburst.

Jongho stood up slowly, his movements heavy with the weight of what was to come. His members' protective stance gave him strength, but the dread in his heart was overwhelming. With trembling fingers, he pulled out his phone, staring at your contact information on the screen.

"Give me fifteen minutes," he said quietly, his voice barely above a whisper. "Just fifteen minutes to explain everything to her before she comes here."

The PR head opened her mouth to object, but Hongjoong cut her off with a sharp glare. "Fifteen minutes," he stated firmly, his tone brooking no argument. "That's the absolute minimum of human decency we can offer in this situation."

The tension in the room was suffocating as Jongho stepped out into the hallway, his footsteps echoing against the walls. Finding a quiet corner, he pressed your number with shaking hands, his heart thundering in his chest as he waited for you to answer.

The call connected after three rings. Your voice, warm yet worried, came through the speaker, filled with a mixture of relief and concern. "Jongho? Oh my god, are you alright? I've been worried sick about you. I'm so glad you finally called. I've been beside myself with worry ever since everything happened. I'm so, so sorry about all of this—Hyunwoo has never, ever acted like this before... I still can't believe it happened. Your lip—how bad is it? Have you been able to put any ointment on it? Does it hurt much?"

Jongho's throat constricted painfully, making even the simplest words feel impossible to voice. A heavy weight settled in his chest as the reality of what he needed to tell you pressed down on him. How could he possibly find the right words to explain that your carefully constructed world was about to come crashing down around you? That the delicate balance you'd both worked so hard to maintain for all these years was about to splinter into countless irreparable pieces?

"I'm... I'm fine," he finally managed to say, his voice emerging as little more than a strained whisper. Each syllable sent a sharp twinge of pain through his split lip, "Hyunwoo was... upset. I understand why he reacted that way. Finding out about everything like that, the way he did..." He trailed off, his words fading into silence as the crushing weight of what he needed to tell you threatened to overwhelm him completely.

"The ointment... no, I haven't had the opportunity to take care of it yet," he continued, struggling to maintain some semblance of composure even as his voice threatened to break with each word. The genuine concern and warmth in your voice only served to make his next necessary words feel even more impossible to speak.

"Please come home to us, Jongho," you said softly, your voice carrying all the tenderness and care that he'd grown to love so deeply. "I have plenty of ointment here, and we can sit down properly and talk through everything that happened—"

"Y/N, I need you to listen to me very carefully," Jongho cut you off, his voice strained with an emotion so intense it seemed to physically pain him to speak.

"There's a company car on its way to pick you and Nari up right now," he continued each word feeling like glass in his throat. "The situation... it's escalated beyond our control. I tried—" His voice cracked, heavy with the weight of his powerlessness. "I tried so hard to protect you both, but they're demanding you come to the company immediately." Jongho's voice trembled, thick with emotion. "The company... they've made some decisions about how to handle our situation. I fought against it, we all did, but—" He drew in a shaky breath. "There are documents they need you to sign. Important ones. Time-sensitive ones."

"Jongho, you're scaring me," your voice wavered. "What kind of documents? What's happening?"

"I can't... I can't explain everything over the phone. But you need to know that things are about to change drastically. The company has a plan, and they're not giving us much choice in the matter."

"I'm not bringing Nari," you said firmly, "If things are this serious if you sound this frightened, there's no way I'm exposing my daughter to whatever's happening at the company right now."

"They specifically requested both of you," Jongho's voice cracked. "As Nari's legal guardian, they say your presence is mandatory for these documents—"

"Legal guardian?" Your voice rose with mounting panic. "Jongho, what does Nari have to do with any of this? What kind of documents could possibly require her involvement?"

"Please," he begged, his voice barely above a whisper. "Trust me when I say I never wanted any of this. The car will be there soon. I'll be waiting for you both when you arrive. I promise I'll explain everything face to face."

"If what happened this morning meant anything to you," Jongho continued, his voice dropping to an intimate whisper, heavy with emotion, "if that kiss meant what I think it did... please, Y/N. I know it sounds crazy, I know you're worried about Nari, but if I still mean something to you—anything at all—get into that car and come to me. Your answer, you being here... it means everything right now."

The moment you ended the call, your hands were trembling so violently you nearly lost your grip on your phone, the device slipping precariously between your trembling fingers. Something in Jongho's voice - that raw edge of desperation and fear, that unmistakable tremor of barely contained emotion - sent waves of ice cascading through your veins, leaving you feeling cold and unsteady. You took several deep breaths, your fingers gripping the kitchen counter's edge so tightly that your knuckles turned white, trying desperately to ground yourself.

"Nari!" you called out, summoning every ounce of strength to keep your voice light and casual, fighting against the growing storm of anxiety that threatened to overwhelm you completely. "Sweetheart, we're going to visit Uncle Jongho and the others, you can pack your backpack!"

The excited squeal that echoed from her room brought a bittersweet smile to your face, your heart clenching painfully at her innocent joy. You could hear her little feet pattering energetically across the floor, the familiar sound of drawers being yanked open with unbridled enthusiasm filling the apartment.

"Can I bring my Woo?" she called back, her voice filled with childlike excitement as she referred to the treasured stuffed rabbit. "And the drawing I made for Uncle Wooyoung? The one with all the hearts and stars?"

"Yes, baby. Bring whatever you'd like," you responded, your feet already carrying you toward her room to help. You found her in the middle of organized chaos, toys flying through the air as she enthusiastically tossed them into her favorite pink backpack, her face glowing with pure, unrestrained excitement.

As you methodically helped her fold clothes properly and pack the essential items, your mind raced uncontrollably with possibilities, each scenario your imagination conjured more concerning than the last. Legal documents involving Nari? The mere thought sent your stomach into painful knots, acid rising in your throat as you contemplated the implications.

"Mommy, are you okay?" Nari's small, worried voice pulled you abruptly from your spiraling thoughts. You realized with a start that you'd been holding the same dress in your hands for several minutes, staring unseeing at its familiar pattern.

"Of course, sweetie," you forced what you hoped was a convincing smile, reaching out to gently tuck a wayward strand of her soft hair behind her ear, your touch lingering for just a moment longer than usual. "Just thinking about how happy Uncle Jongho and Uncle Wooyoung will be to see you."

With movements that felt both hurried and somehow underwater-slow, you quickly zipped up Nari's backpack, grabbed your own bag, and took her small, warm hand firmly in yours, drawing comfort from her innocent touch.

"Remember what we always say about being brave?" you asked her softly as you carefully locked the front door, your keys jingling quietly in the hallway.

"That being brave doesn't mean not being scared," she recited proudly, swinging your joined hands back and forth with carefree abandon. "It means doing what's right even when you are scared!"

You blinked rapidly to hold back the hot tears that threatened to spill over, squeezing her tiny hand gently as you approached the sleek black company car that seemed to loom ominously in the afternoon light. The driver stepped out, bowing politely as he opened the door for you both.

Throughout the seemingly endless drive, Nari chatted animatedly about seeing her beloved uncles, her voice rising and falling with excitement. Her innocent enthusiasm and pure joy stood in stark contrast to the growing knot of dread that had taken up permanent residence in your stomach, becoming heavier and more suffocating with each meter the car drew closer to the company building.

As you stepped out of the car, the late afternoon sun caught the gleaming glass facade of the building, its reflective surface seeming to mock the turmoil churning inside you. Nari bounced excitedly beside you, her small hand warm and trusting in yours, completely oblivious to the weight of the moment. The security guard's usually friendly smile was replaced with a carefully neutral expression as he wordlessly directed you toward the executive floor.

In the elevator, Nari hummed softly to herself, clutching her backpack. You found yourself studying her reflection in the polished elevator doors - her innocent excitement, the way she swayed slightly to her own tune, the pure trust in her eyes when she looked up at you. Your throat tightened painfully.

"Look, Mommy!" she exclaimed as the doors opened, pointing eagerly down the hallway. "I think I can hear Uncle San's laugh!"

But you knew better. The muffled voices coming from behind the closed conference room door held none of the warmth and joy that typically characterized the members' presence. Instead, there was an edge of tension, sharp and dangerous, that made your steps falter slightly as you approached.

Just before you could reach for the door handle, it swung open from the inside. Jongho stood there, his usually bright eyes shadowed with an emotion you couldn't quite read. The split in his lip was an angry red, a stark reminder of this morning's chaos. Behind him, you could see the other members standing in a protective semicircle, their faces unusually serious. The sight of suited executives seated at the far end of the conference table made your heart skip several beats.

"Uncle Jongho!" Nari squealed with delight, launching herself into his arms. Despite the gravity of the situation, Jongho's face softened as he caught her, pulling her into a tight embrace. For a brief moment, his eyes closed as he held her close, as if drawing strength from her innocent affection. But the tender moment was interrupted by a gentle but firm hand on your shoulder. Turning, you found yourself face to face with one of the company's senior managers, her expression professionally neutral but her eyes cold.

"Miss Y/N," she said smoothly, "if you'll follow me, we have some matters to discuss in private first. Nari can stay here with the members while we talk."

"I'll follow you once I make sure my daughter is properly settled," you said with an icy edge to your voice, turning deliberately towards the conference room. Your eyes moved methodically across the members' faces, searching each expression for any hint of reassurance or warning, desperately trying to read between the lines of their carefully composed expressions.

"Nari, my precious princess!" Wooyoung's excited voice cut through the suffocating tension like a warm ray of sunshine. Without hesitation, Nari's small hand slipped from yours as she bounded across the room, her little feet carrying her straight into his welcoming arms. Despite the crushing weight of anxiety pressing down on your chest, you couldn't suppress the small, genuine smile that tugged at your lips watching their interaction. The pure, uncomplicated joy on your daughter's face provided a momentary respite from the mounting tension.

"Hello, I'm Y/N," you said with as much composure as you could muster, and the members each bowed respectfully in response, their movements carrying a gravity that seemed to acknowledge the weight of the situation.

Wooyoung's eyes brightened with recognition, a flash of warmth breaking through the otherwise tense atmosphere. "We already met at that fan meeting, haven't we?" You nodded, feeling a small measure of relief wash over you at the sight of his familiar, friendly face amidst this increasingly unsettling situation.

"If I could ask you to watch over Nari..." you began, your voice trailing off as you struggled to maintain your composure. But there was no need to complete the request. The members all responded with immediate and enthusiastic agreement, their genuine affection for your daughter evident in their eager nods and warm smiles. The sincerity in their responses provided a small measure of comfort, even as uncertainty about what lay ahead continued to gnaw at your insides.

With one final glance at Nari, now happily settled in Wooyoung's lap and showing him her treasured drawings, you turned to follow the manager. Your steps felt leaden, each one carrying you further from your daughter and closer to whatever life-altering documents awaited your signature. Jongho's worried gaze followed you down the hallway, his presence both a comfort and a source of mounting anxiety as you approached the adjacent meeting room.

The executive boardroom felt oppressively small as you and Jongho took your seats across from the CEO's imposing desk. The leather of your chair creaked softly as you shifted, hyperaware of how Jongho deliberately angled his body away from yours, his gaze fixed firmly on the polished wood surface before him. The tension in the room was thick enough to cut with a knife.

The CEO cleared his throat, shuffling some papers on his desk with practiced precision. "Miss Y/N, we appreciate you coming in on such short notice. We have a rather delicate situation that requires immediate attention."

"With all due respect," you interrupted, your voice tight with barely contained anger, "I'd appreciate if we could skip the corporate pleasantries and get straight to why my daughter and I were summoned here like this."

The CEO's expression hardened perceptibly, his features settling into a mask of stern professionalism. "Very well. The photographs that emerged this morning showing Jongho with your daughter have created what we consider to be an extremely delicate and complicated situation. Our public relations team has been working diligently around the clock to minimize the spread of these images across social media platforms, but I'm afraid the damage to our carefully maintained public image is already quite substantial."

"What photographs are you referring to?" you interjected sharply, your heart suddenly thundering against your ribcage with such force you could feel each beat in your throat. "I need to know exactly what was captured in these images. When were they taken? Where?" Your eyes darted frantically between the CEO and Jongho, desperately searching their expressions for any hint of reassurance as waves of panic began to crash over you, threatening to pull you under. "I have every right to know precisely what kind of 'damage' we're discussing here."

The CEO's jaw clenched visibly as he reached for a sleek tablet on his desk, his movements deliberate and controlled. With a swift motion, he slid the device across the polished surface toward you. The screen displayed several crystal-clear, high-resolution photographs that had obviously been taken by a professional photographer. They captured moments between Jongho and Nari outside the KQ building just yesterday - tender scenes of him holding her small hand in his as they walked together, their body language speaking volumes about their close relationship.

"These images were captured yesterday evening," the CEO explained, his clipped tone barely masking his displeasure with the situation.

Your hands shook uncontrollably as you swiped through the collection of photographs, each new image feeling like another heavy blow to your carefully constructed world. The quality was undeniable - every detail crystal clear. Your throat constricted painfully as you raised your eyes to meet the CEO's stern gaze, dreading whatever would come next.

"After extensive consultation, our public relations team has developed what we believe to be the most effective damage control strategy," the CEO continued, his voice taking on an almost mechanical quality in its professional detachment. "We propose orchestrating a controlled media reveal - an exclusive interview where Jongho can properly introduce Nari to the public. We'll carefully craft the narrative to emphasize his role as a father figure in her life. Our market research indicates that the public tends to respond very favorably to these kinds of heartwarming human interest stories."

"I absolutely refuse to even consider that proposal," you interrupted, your voice trembling with a combination of barely contained rage and protective instinct. "My daughter is not some convenient plot point in your corporate damage control narrative. She is a child - an innocent child who has every right to privacy and protection from this kind of exploitation."

The CEO's expression remained carefully neutral, though a muscle twitched in his jaw. "There are additional considerations we need to address. Given the sensitive nature of these circumstances, our board believes the most prudent course of action would be to accelerate the implementation of certain pre-existing contingency plans - specifically, the wedding arrangements-"

The word 'wedding' struck you with the force of a physical assault, causing your vision to swim and blur around the edges as your mind struggled to process this devastating new development.

"Wedding?" The word escaped your lips as little more than a breathless whisper, your wide eyes snapping to Jongho's face, but he steadfastly avoided your gaze, his shoulders tense. "Are you telling me you agreed to this? All of this? Without even discussing it with me?"

The crushing silence that followed your questions seemed to stretch for an eternity. Unable to contain your turbulent emotions any longer, you abruptly pushed back from the table, your chair scraping harshly against the floor. "How could you do this to us?" The words emerged as a broken whisper, heavy with betrayal. "How could you be so reckless with our daughter's safety?"

Jongho finally lifted his gaze to meet yours, his eyes swimming with anguish and regret. "Y/N, please, if you'll just let me explain-"

"No," you cut him off sharply, instinctively backing away from the table as if physical distance could somehow lessen the emotional pain. "You don't get to explain anything right now. You carelessly allowed yourself to be photographed with her in public. You knew exactly what risks that entailed. You understood perfectly well what was at stake, and yet..." Your voice cracked under the weight of your emotions. "I placed my absolute trust in you. I entrusted you with the most precious thing in my entire world."

"Please believe me when I say I never intended for any of this to happen," Jongho pleaded, rising from his chair and reaching toward you desperately, but you instinctively recoiled from his attempted touch. "The company had already prepared contingency plans for various scenarios. I thought I could handle-"

"You thought what exactly?" you interrupted, your voice sharp with pain as tears of anger and betrayal burned in your eyes. "That you could make decisions about our future without even consulting me? That you could allow my daughter to become nothing more than a convenient publicity opportunity?"

The CEO cleared his throat diplomatically. "Miss Y/N, I must emphasize that this solution we're proposing represents the most advantageous outcome for everyone involved in this situation-"

"Advantageous?" A bitter laugh escaped your throat, the sound entirely devoid of humor. "I'd very much like to know exactly who benefits from this arrangement. Your company's bottom line? Your carefully cultivated public image? Have you given any thought at all to what might be advantageous for my daughter's wellbeing?"

Turning back to face Jongho, your voice dropped to a dangerous whisper, laden with years of careful sacrifice. "For years, I've lived my entire life in the shadows, keeping our past relationship hidden from the world, doing everything in my power to protect Nari. And you managed to demolish all of that careful protection in one thoughtless moment."

The raw pain evident in Jongho's expression was almost unbearable to witness. "Y/N, please... you know how deeply I love Nari. We can work through this together, find a solution that protects everyone."

"Love?" Your voice broke on a single syllable. "If this is love, then it should have manifested as protection. Love would have meant thinking through the consequences before acting. Love would have demanded consulting me before allowing our private lives to be transformed into fodder for public consumption."

Jongho suddenly surged to his feet, his chair scraping violently against the floor. "I want to be absolutely clear - I did not agree to any of this!" he insisted vehemently, his hand reaching out toward you in a gesture of desperate supplication. "All I want is to do what's best for our family!"

You opened your mouth to respond, but the words caught painfully in your throat as a tempest of conflicting emotions raged within you. Before you could gather your scattered thoughts, Jongho pressed on, his voice raw with emotion and desperation.

"Just this morning, you told me you wanted her to know I'm her father!" His eyes searched yours pleadingly, desperate for understanding. "What changed between then and now? Help me understand what's different!"

Your hands clenched into tight fists at your sides as the full weight of his words crashed over you. "Everything changed the moment you allowed our private life to become a public spectacle," you responded, your voice quavering with an overwhelming mixture of anger, fear, and protective instinct. "I wanted her to discover you as her father in our own way, on our own timeline - not as part of some hastily constructed corporate strategy to minimize scandal."

The CEO's voice cut through the tense silence, his tone carefully measured. "Miss Y/N, I understand your concerns, but we need to address this situation immediately. The longer we wait, the more difficult damage control becomes."

You turned to face him, your expression hardening with renewed determination. "The only 'damage' I'm concerned about is the potential harm to my daughter's wellbeing, and I will not allow her to become collateral damage in your corporate crisis management."

Without another word, you spun on your heel and strode purposefully toward the door, your footsteps echoing sharply against the polished floor. The sound of chairs scraping and voices calling after you faded into background noise as you focused solely on reaching Nari.

You had barely made it halfway down the hallway when a gentle but firm hand caught your arm, causing you to pause mid-stride. "Y/N, wait." Hongjoong's voice was soft but steady, his grip loosening slightly when you turned to face him.

You laughed bitterly, the sound catching roughly in your throat as raw emotion threatened to overwhelm you completely. "With all due respect, you're the last person I want to talk to right now," you managed to say, each word carrying the weight of your internal turmoil. "I need to get my daughter and leave," you repeated, your voice tight with barely contained emotion as you struggled to maintain your composure. "Right now."

"I know," Hongjoong replied softly, maintaining steady eye contact as he spoke with careful deliberation. "And I won't stop you. But please, just take a moment to breathe and center yourself. Nari is safe and happy with the others right now, playing and laughing without a care in the world. She doesn't need to see you this upset."

His words hit home with devastating accuracy, forcing you to acknowledge the painful truth in them. Your hands were still trembling uncontrollably, your breathing coming in short, uneven gasps that betrayed your emotional state. The last thing you wanted was to frighten Nari with your current emotional turmoil, to let her see how deeply shaken you were by these unexpected developments.

"Y/N," Hongjoong began again, his voice maintaining that perfect balance between gentleness and firmness, "I know you're scared and angry right now, and believe me, you have every right to feel this way. But please, just listen for a moment - that's all I'm asking." He paused meaningfully, waiting until you reluctantly met his unwavering gaze before continuing with careful precision. "This isn't just about damage control or corporate image - it's about protecting Nari in the most effective way possible."

"The photos are already out there in the world," he continued softly, his voice carrying a note of regrettable certainty. "Even if we pursue every possible legal action against the media outlets, we can't undo what's been done. Nari's face is now recognizable to the public. Without the company's extensive protection and comprehensive security measures, she'll be completely vulnerable to constant harassment from aggressive reporters and obsessive fans who won't hesitate to cross boundaries."

"By controlling the narrative ourselves," Hongjoong explained, his tone remaining calm and reasonable even as he delivered these difficult truths, "we can provide her with proper security measures, carefully manage media access, and create clear, enforceable boundaries that will protect her privacy as much as possible. It's not an ideal situation, I know that better than most, but it's the safest option we have available to us right now. One way or another, the media will run this story - it's inevitable. At least this way, we can protect her on our own terms, maintaining some control over how this sensitive information is presented to the world."

You felt the fight slowly drain from your body as the weight of Hongjoong's words settled over you. As much as you wanted to deny it, to rage against the unfairness of it all, you couldn't ignore the undeniable logic in his argument. Your fingers unconsciously twisted the hem of your sleeve as you struggled to process this new reality, where protecting Nari might mean sacrificing the very privacy you'd fought so hard to maintain.

Looking at Hongjoong now, you couldn't help but recognize the stark contrast between his measured, thoughtful approach and Jongho's impulsive actions. While Jongho had acted rashly, potentially compromising Nari's safety, Hongjoong was offering a voice of reason and genuine concern for your daughter's wellbeing. His leadership qualities shone through in this moment of crisis, demonstrating why he was trusted with guiding the group through countless challenges. The way he presented the situation - with clarity, empathy, and an unwavering focus on Nari's protection - made you see things from a different perspective. Unlike the cold corporate strategy meeting, Hongjoong took the time to understand and acknowledge your fears while offering practical solutions. It was a stark reminder of how true leadership should function - not through unilateral decisions, but through understanding and guidance.

You couldn't help but wish Jongho had approached the situation with the same level of thoughtfulness and consideration that Hongjoong was displaying now. Perhaps if he had, you wouldn't be standing here, feeling like your world was crumbling around you.

"And about Jongho..." Hongjoong's voice softened, his expression shifting to one of gentle understanding. "I know you're hurt and feeling betrayed right now, but try to see this from his perspective for a moment. He's navigating completely uncharted territory here."

The leader's eyes held a mix of empathy and earnestness as he continued. "Being thrust into fatherhood in the public eye, trying to balance his responsibilities as an idol with his desperate desire to be there for his daughter - it's overwhelming. He's terrified of making mistakes, yet that fear itself led him to make one."

"When he saw Nari that day, all his careful planning went out the window. The pure joy of being able to openly interact with his daughter, even for just a moment..." Hongjoong paused, choosing his words carefully. "It clouded his judgment, yes, but it came from a place of love and longing."

"I'm not excusing his actions," Hongjoong added quickly, holding up a placating hand. "But I've seen how this situation has been tearing him apart. He wants nothing more than to be the father Nari deserves, even if he's still learning what that means."

Your breath caught in your throat as Hongjoong's words sank in, forcing you to confront the complexity of emotions swirling within you. The anger was still there, burning hot and fierce, but it was now tempered by an understanding that left you feeling hollow and uncertain. Standing in that sterile hallway, you found yourself at a crossroads between protecting the careful life you'd built and accepting that perhaps it was time for something new to take its place.

Hongjoong's gentle smile and understanding demeanor provided a small measure of comfort amid the chaos. "How about we borrow some time and sit down to talk this through properly, hm?" he suggested, his voice carrying that same reassuring steadiness that had helped ground you moments before.

You found yourself nodding, a small, tired smile tugging at the corners of your lips. Despite the tempest of emotions still churning within you, you had to admit that taking a moment to breathe and think clearly wasn't the worst idea. After all, any decisions made in the heat of anger rarely led to the best outcomes - especially when those decisions would affect Nari's future.

"Coffee?" Hongjoong smiled warmly, and you finally released a breath you hadn't realized you were holding.

"Yes, coffee," you agreed softly, feeling some of the tension leave your shoulders.

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lilia-calderus-pet-goat · 3 months ago

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Found-Family headcanons for a³'s coven of chaos, part 3: (because they all deserved more time with each other)

(part 2, here.)

(part 1, here.)

There is, of course, a group chat. Billy initially named it, “Coven of Chaos💜” but Rio changed it to “sluts”

Jen immediately left the chat the second it was created, but Alice put her back in. There was a second escape attempt when they were all together, to which Lilia responded with an “🙁” expression, which was enough to convince Jen to reluctantly stay in the group chat.

Ironically, Lilia isn't even active on the group chat. She's terrible at texting & terrible at reasing messages. (“why is the print so small??”)

She is, however, surprisingly nimble with her phone outside of that. She needed to figure it out for business and stuff.

Sharon also doesn't know how to use the group chat. She had a flip-phone until recently—and only got a new one because Billy insisted she needed it. She keeps accidentally doing group calls by miss-clicking on her phone.

Sharon always calls Alice to “come fix her phone” because “it's broken again!!” Alice, each time, has to tell her that it's probably just out of battery.

Agatha is blocked on Jen's phone because she won't stop sending her spam, so they only ever text each other on the group chat, which Jen has muted.

Jen, Alice and Lilia have a separate group chat. Lilia hasn't even noticed, but they assume she has, because she leaves everything on read. In reality, she just thinks both group chats are the same group-chat and they always have to call her om the phone to make plans.

Alice wanted to add Billy to the second group chat too, but Jen told her that he'd probably be sad to not include the others so it's better that he doesn't find out.

Agatha claims she doesn't care what Billy does, but once she ran out of her house to his car because he forgot his jacket.

Billy made everyone friendship bracelets in prideflag colours, (like the ones agatha and rio wore in agatha's trial.)

“I hate bracelets” “don't wear it then” “fuck you, I'm never taking it off.”

“do you like it? :))” *chocked up* “it's fine i guess-”

Alice, Lilia, Sharon and Rio don't even play difficult, they just wear them immediately.

Agatha and Billy love doing matching Halloween outfits. Rio and Eddie would be offended, but like. They respect the slay.

Eddie would go as hulk (haha hulkling reference) and Rio would just wear a black t-shirt that says “BOO-bs” across her chest. And she'd draw nipples all over her body.

Billy makes them vote for best costume and he ALWAYS votes for Alice regardless of who actually has the best costume. Not because he's biased—just because hers are genuinely always his favourites.

Jen and Lilia will go shopping during the first weeks of October, when people start decorating for Halloween, and the moment Lilia spots a SINGLE pumpkin she starts bitching and moaning the WHOLE WAY HOME about how “the holiday industrial complex appropriates our culture through offensive stereotypes and absurd emblems and It's full of caricatures that stem from misogyny and female domesticity and villifying powerful women and AND there's so many racial micro-aggresions and it's all just exploiting us for profit and all these decorations and advertisements are just here to pressure people to buy products and--”

Jen stopped listening ten minutes ago. She SO regrets pointing and saying, “oh, that pumpkin is so cute!” as if she doesn't know who she's hanging out with.

So, obviously Lilia never dresses up for Halloween. Jen just dresses hot, so that Lilia won't be able to be mad at her.

Lilia has... No objections to that--

Rio's favourite thing during Halloween (but also just, always) is scaring the shit out of people.

They all have weekly movie nights :)

Rio picks “comedies” (Horror movies, psychological thrillers, slasher films, gothic fiction, dark comedies, survival horror, anything gruesome & grotesque & body horror & gore, post-apocalyptic fiction) Sharon “coincidentally” skips movie night whenever it's Rio's turn to pick a film.

Alice picked everything everywhere all at once during her last turn. Her and Lilia sobbed through it (for very different reasons) while hugging each other. Other than that, Alice usually picks action movies, crime films, and the occasional rom-com or coming-of-age.

Jen loves dramas. Any dramas. Unnecessary trope-filled miscommunication? Hit her up!

Sharon likes sitcoms and old hollywood productions with a romantic flair. She'll point at scenes and narrate stories about how, “me and my husband used to...”

Agatha watches a lot of reality tv because she loves to make fun of the people yelling at each other.

Billy will always pick musicals. (Lilia has forbidden a specific few—and I think we all know which few.)

Hilariously, Agatha uses her next turn to force Lilia to sit through Madonna's Evita.

Lilia herself hates historical movies and always points out the inaccuracies. Same with fantasy media, she just doesn't like it. She's the pickiest of them all with movies and she always chooses total obscure wildcards that nobody has ever heard before—and somehow they're always the best ones.

Billy's parents are very conflicted about these people. “How about you and Eddie just... Start hanging out with people your own age? Like!! Eddie's friend group!!”

Even when he starts hanging out with the Young Avengers, he still spends more than half of his free time with his coven of lesbian senior citizens. <3

#agatha all along #agatha harkness #rio vidal #agathario #lilia calderu #jennifer kale #billy maximoff #alice wu gulliver #sharon davis #coven of chaos #lilia calderu x jennifer kale #agatha x rio #agatha harkness x rio vidal #eddie agatha all along #billy kaplan mcu #agatha all along headcanons #lilia's leggings

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theyanderespecialist · 2 months ago

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Palm Size (Headcanon/Scenario) Yandere Giant Satan X Female Reader (Helluva Boss)

For @eyeofthetiger501

[Hello, I am on a roll with Satan so here it is! It was one of the first Requests I got for a yandere Satan. So he is up! Let's Do this!

(Disclaimer: Adult Fun Time Interest for Giants is Macrophilia just so you know the interest and such! The Adult Fun Time Interest in Tiny People is Microphilia (This is not to be sexual but it will be referred to in this and so you know what I mean!)

Disclaimer: In this Satan is in his giant form, and Reader is at their normal night is about palm size. Probably as big as one of his smaller Fingers If not a little Bigger.

Disclaimer: Satan is Not Yandere In Canon This Is Just for fun and not to be taken seriously at all! Simping for fictional characters and yanderes is fine! Just do not be illegal or gross about it! You know who you are! You Dirty, Flaky, Biscuits! Yanderes are not ideal partners to have in real life! Also, remember to separate fiction from reality and headcanon from canon! Thank you!)

Please enjoy this chapter here, my muffins!]

-Yandere Headcanons With Giant Satan X Tiny Female Darling Reader-

.Satan in this is very much into you with you being his Tiny Darling.

.He loves how you are literally as tall as his palm and can stand in his very hand.

.He keeps you in a pocket in the front of his vest and loves to carry you around with him.

.Or he keeps you in his hand.

.You might be a tiny woman but you are the one who can tame the beast that he is!

.Making him melt to you sweet little kisses to his cheeks.

.You also sometimes sit on the top of his head.

.He is very possessive of you and does not let anyone else get their hands on you, even if they are closer size to you.

.He is legit the dragon-size yandere that would keep you as his treasure.

.He has you draped in the finest of silk dresses and jewelry.

.He would be the type to spoil you and take good care of you.

.If you are doing something dangerous all he has to do is scoop you up and put you in pocket jail.

.So that you have to stay put and he will not let you run free.

.He would be the type of yandere that with you his tiny lover being with him at all times.

.He is not the type to share you with anyone else and is easily jealous when others try to get close to you.

.He would have confessed to you, by bringing you to eye level.

.If you accept his love he would gently kiss your head and stroke your hair with his thumb.

.If you do not accept his love he will put you in pocket jail and take you home with him.

.He is going to plan to keep you.

.Since you are a tiny little woman he has a small home (which is normal size to you, but small to him.) in which you have a home of yours. .He legit is a dragon that is keeping you safe and sound.

.Other than that (Remember the movie Stuart Little) he has legit made most of his giant castle having normal-sized stuff in it as well.

.If you are not getting around with his help you have a car to drive through the castle. .Although he still shares his bed with you. You sleep with his hand covering you to make sure you are safe and sound.

.He would put you up on one of his shelves and this would be shelf jail if he thinks you have been acting up. .Or lock you in your house.

.He just wants the best for you but is the type of yandere that likes to keep you in line and is slightly controlling in that way.

-Scenario Time!-

(Satan) (Satan's Palm Size Darling)

(Satan's POV)

I love this little woman, she was on the shorter side, for a demon. I did not mind that as she was roughly as tall as my palm. She worked for me in the courts. So I was able to see her every day as she was my sweet little assistant and I love her more than anything. I walk out of my office and see her working hard on things. "Morning, Satan, Sir," she says with a smile. "Your lunch appointment was canceled."

"You will have lunch with me then," I state and she looks at me confused. "Ok." She knew I would not take no for an answer and soon lunch rolled around. I picked her up by the back of her shirt and then carried her in my palm into my office.

The food for me and her was placed. I had a very large portion and she had a similar meal at a normal size. Which is tiny to me.

I sit her down and she looks up at me as we both cut into our steaks. "Why did you have to have lunch with me?" She asks me.

"Because you are mine," I state simply and pick her up. "I love you, and you will accept my love." Her face goes a bright pink and she eagerly nods her head. "Yes, sir!" She says and I laugh. "You do not have to call me sir anymore. You may call me Satan." I tell her and she nods and smiles. I leaned down and kissed her head gently and she kissed my cheek before walking to my thumb and hugging it. She is so little but man I love her and she is now mine, this went better than I thought it would. I am glad she was not seeing anyone else because I would have had to kill them. Which I would not have minded... But she would have been hurt by it, I would not want her hurt because of it. I love her so much! I would kill anyone who tries to take her from me.

[YASSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS Another chapter is done! I hope you all enjoyed this and stay sexy, all of my sexy muffins!]

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deathlygristly · 27 days ago

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For some reason I decided to read a Reddit thread on When The Phone Rings. Yes, I know, that's on me. But I've seen the sentiment on here too.

I guess it's what the kids call "antis"? Like this is a fictional show, none of it is real, and I seriously doubt any of the people watching will ever get switched for their older step-sister in an arranged marriage to the presidential spokesperson, who is the son of another chaebol family that's into politics. But then it turns out that the original son of the political family was a serial killer and the grandfather tried to drown him when he was a kid and then replaced him with the orphan who grew up to be the spokesperson. But the serial killer son survived the drowning attempt, and now the grown up serial killer son and also possibly the twin of one of the serial killer's victims is coming after the adopted son.

Like y'all are not going to be in this situation IRL, okay? You are not going to be in an arranged marriage with a man who is severely traumatized by seeing the drowning attempt, being taken from the man who had taken him in and raised him, and forced to live with people who did not like him and who controlled and abused him and who only wanted to use him to appear "normal" and "likable" so they could win elections and get political power.

And if you ever are in that situation for some reason, it's extremely unlikely that after three years of not communicating at all and pretty much being strangers you'll be targeted by a kidnapper, steal the kidnapper's phone, use the phone to finally communicate a bit, and end up with your husband revealing that he's obsessively loved you all along.

This is fiction. Maybe the female lead falling down a cliff and being fine and the male lead being in two explosions and being fine would clue you in on that? I don't know. Like someone said in the thread, these people must be why dramas all have a disclaimer now at the beginning saying that the drama is fiction and the events aren't real or based on anything real. Not that it helps.

It's just....it's weird and kind of conservative Christian culty how they're all "oh noes but young girls will think that it's okay if their husband doesn't talk to them for three years and is a bit mean!" If you're really worried about that then maybe you should be teaching your daughters or younger sisters or young female friends or students or whatever about boundaries and abuse and emotional awareness instead of not communicating with them at all, like how you say it's so bad that the characters are doing in the beginning of the show?

Also, okay, I've been married for 22 years and we started dating 25 years ago. I can assure you that the spousal person is awesome and our relationship is fine and healthy and the people at our favorite restaurant exclaim over us every time we come in and when I was in the hospital after gallbladder surgery the doctors called us "lovebirds." It's very easy to separate reality from fiction and to enjoy watching characters and stories that aren't your personal perfect ideal template of whatever and still have a healthy and enjoyable life.

If it's not easy for you, I think that's more a personal matter that you need to investigate and work on in your own life instead of judging and hating strangers online about it? Maybe you could look into resources for recovery from high control groups?

#long post #when the phone rings

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unknown-cold · 2 months ago

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Video edited by: @ kellunar on Twitter/X

I really liked this edit, bc it brought up a point that I think many people didn't notice.

It is to see that Caitlyn's suffering is not just about seeking revenge or sadness and anger and that she is now just a victim of Ambessa's manipulation of her, and she is also a victim of society's expectations towards her because of her family name that weighs on her and she feels responsible for her society's view of her. She is suffering because of her duties versus her desires, and what she shooting for versus what people want from her.

I think it's interesting to see this change that's happening with Caitlyn's character. And how the writers want to show us a character who's going to realize that revenge is going to cause more problems and other things happening to her that they're going to show us in the rest of the episodes.

People need to stop overreacting and criticizing characters, I mean literally they make me feel like these characters are real and not fictional characters, Caitlyn there is no stupid nickname they threw at her, like you don't like a character that's okay, don't accept her actions that's okay too, but don't make it personal and say a wrong thing like Caitlyn was going to kill the kid bc she's a cop, and cops are evil and blah blah as if it's a real story.

And there people completely ignoring that Cait is hysterical in that moment, she's clearly very angry and grieving. Grief is the craziest mental health affliction ever, it can drive you to be irrational, why are people not understanding that.

But as I was saying why all these titles like fascist and villain in the show and Hitler 2 I mean this is really ridiculous 😂. Bc she is rich and in a position of power, well what if Cait wasn't like that and was a normal girl who wanted revenge would you still say this to us!?

Bc I've always wondered what if Caitlyn wasn't an enforcer or a daughter of the council family, would these people still call her a dictator or a fascist or all this bullshit, I'm sure they wouldn't bc they're either hypocrites or don't see the point of the whole show. The show is not about politics, but rather about characters and their development. Arcane shows us that there is no hero or perfect character and every character has flaws and mistakes, and that's what makes it interesting to watch. These people really need to separate fantasy from reality and enjoy the show.

And I'm not saying you agree with Caitlyn's actions, but this doesn't make her a dictator too. And of course not, she has a right to protect her people after all. (Do you even know what dictator or fascist means?) Or are you just mixing things up to prove your point, which is basically wrong?

Caitlyn's character reaction is normal, and it's not new. We've seen many characters in different works talk about the topic of revenge, and as I said, the character's reaction of seeking revenge makes her completely blind to what's happening around her, especially since she's not alone here. We must not forget Ambessa, who will play the role of the character who incites Caitlyn to take revenge all the time, and Ambessa will certainly be the reason for showing Zaun in the worst light in front of Cait, just like she did in episode 1.

But of course we know bc Caitlyn will not be like this throughout the end of the show, she will definitely realize the situation and discover Ambessa's manipulation and exploitation of her, and that Ambessa caused the problems that were happening in the two cities.

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habitsbf · 7 months ago

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THERE IS A PEDOPHILE LURKING AROUND IN THE EVERYMANHYBRID FANDOM LOOKING FOR VICTIMS.

i wish i was joking, but sadly im not. multiple people (especially on tiktok) have been complaining about this person for awhile now. recently, they have become more active within the everymanhybrid fandom and have been trying to interact with people more.

maria (20) went after my friend (17) today, who then came to me after getting a weird vibe from them. once me and my other friend ethan informed them who this person was, they went to warn their friend (15) who had just recently joined the fandom. sadly, their friend had already run into this person. they provided my friend with screenshots of their interactions and its fucking disgusting. i genuinely feel ill.

SMALL WARNING FOR THE PHOTOS BELOW, SOME ARE GROSS TO LOOK AT.

names are covered for safety reasons, and i have made both my friend and theirs block her. maria is known to go after HABIT fans, irls, fictives, and kinnies. she has admitted to being a groomer. she sent a fucking 15 year old pornographic images of HABIT and tried to get them to do sexual roleplays with her.

PLEASE share this post to get this out there. share it on here, on other sites and apps, to friends, anywhere. every time maria is active online, and she is looking for new victims. shes also a columbiner. not as bad a being a literal pedophile, but still pretty weird regardless.

maria, if you somehow stumble across this post, you are fucking disgusting and need to seek professional help. leave kids alone. they arent HABIT. you need to learn to separate fiction from reality. i dont understand how you can even call yourself an "evan jennings fan" because i know damn fucking well he would despise you. HABIT sure as hell wouldnt like you either, he would kill you on sight. drop dead.

#slenderverse #everymanhybrid #HABIT #adding other tags to boost this #mlandersen0 #whisperedfaith #tribetwelve #marble hornets #hollowhemlocks #darkharvest00

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Name: Spoing

Debut: Super Mario Galaxy

Spoing is a jumping spider! Though it's not quite a jumping spider, you know? Like how a lynx is a big cat, but it's not a big cat. You know. But even so, I would like to express my appreciation to real jumping spiders! With their extra conventional cuteness, they capture the hearts of even people who are scared of other bugs, and as such are ambassadors for the rest of spiderkind. A gateway to appreciating some other creatures, which some fools may call "less charismatic", as if it is not charismatic to, for example, dangle a blob of silk to catch moths like a little fisherman. Anyway, as president, I will make sure all jumping spiders are compensated for their services. In dollars.

I don't know if I'm just saying this because I've been replaying Galaxy recently and have a sort of recency bias, but Spoing really might be one of the cutest Mario enemies ever! We all know, we all love, the eyes-in-a-void face! And on a BUG? Yowza! I've seen that kind of face on crabs and sometimes bagworms (I think?) but I'm not sure I've seen it on any other arthropod, and ESPECIALLY not a spider. I don't know how Spoing would hunt. Would it just shove prey into the eye void? Is it also a mouth? That would be pretty awesome.

You know, their faces make them look kind of like funny astronauts... and they only have four limbs, not eight. Are these truly spiders? Were they once human, until something unspeakable happened? And will it happen to me someday? I hope so!

Spoings mainly appear in Space Junk Galaxy, which I think we on the Weird Mario Enemies Office Pizza Party Email Chain all agree is a really great galaxy, with impeccable vibes. It's space at some of its most lonely, as opposed to spectacle, and I REALLY appreciate the presence of spiders here. Spiders and their webs are always used to visually communicate the idea of a place or object being unused, abandoned. And this galaxy is just a bunch of forgotten debris, not inhabited by any sapient civilization! If moths are the mascot of empty wallets, spiders are the mascots of forgotten attics! Spoings to not seem to make webs, which, yeah, actively hunting spiders do not! But they might make Sling Pods. And Sling Pod Galaxy is... well, I don't want to use this post to criticize a galaxy that precious spiders may have had a part in designing. So I will move on to...

Name: Spangler

Debut: Super Mario Galaxy

Spoing's got an evolutionary relative, and rather than being a spider boing, this is a spider dangler! It at first looks like a recolor of Spoing, but it actually lacks the fuzziness of Spoing's abdomen, and it DOES have a big ol' spinneret, which it is always using to dangle on a silk thread! One big one, like a really long string cheese. These ones debut in Ghostly Galaxy, indicating that they are spookier than the more generalized Spoings. Is it the silk? Is silk Spooky? It is what ends up encasing the spider's prey... like a MUMMY! Maybe I'm on to something here!

I really like Spoing and Spangler, and that both exist! It may be sort of the same design for two different enemy behaviors, but they're both behaviors that make sense for the design, and it's a design I always love to see. It's like they're closely related species! Maybe a population of Spanglers was separated from the others and ended up in the more barren Space Junk Galaxy, where there was not nearly as much infrastructure to dangle from, and where only active hunting was a viable strategy. And over time, Spoings evolved from this population! Actually, maybe they even use the Sling Pods for hunting, when we're not looking, launching themselves at unsuspecting prey...

And just to make sure we're not appreciating fictional creatures over real ones too much, I should tell you that there is, indeed, a spider that slingshots itself at prey using its web. Sometimes reality is stranger than fiction. And it's often a spider's fault! The variety of ways in which different species use their silk is honestly one of the most incredible things in all of nature!

#spoing #spangler #super mario galaxy #mario #mario enemies #mod chikako

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6lostgirl6 · 1 year ago

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Yandere Alphabet - Demon!Dean Winchester

TW: Toxic Relationship, Possessive Behavior, Controlling Behavior, Hints of Physical Abuse, Hints of Verbal Abuse, Kidnapping, Mentions of Murder, Isolation And Spanking As Punishment, Cursing, Manipulation. A/N: Please inform me if I did not tag something correctly. Please know the difference between fictional and reality. While fictional, these types of relationships are extremely toxic, especially in real-life. If your relationship is showcasing these toxic behaviors, please seek help from someone to get out safely. Reblogs are heavily appreciated!!

Affection: How do they show their love and affection? How intense would it get?

He’s a physical lover, and he doesn’t give two fucks about PDA. He’ll kiss and touch you whenever and wherever he likes. He always gives you heated, passionate kisses while grasping all over your body and pressing you up against him. When he’s really affected, he’ll growl while kissing you, and his eyes will flash black on occasion.

Blood: How messy are they willing to get when it comes to their darling?

Very messy. Demon Dean, at this point, is a malevolent being and will resort to more grotesque methods when it comes to his darling. Even if it means killing innocent people who look at you the wrong way or dare touch you, well, try. He’ll break the person’s bones before they even lay a finger on you.

Cruelty: How would they treat their darling once abducted? Would they mock them?

Depending on how you react to the situation, his treatment of you varies. If you behave, he'll treat you good by his definition. However, if you react badly, he's going to not react well. Yes, he’ll mock you, because we need to remember that he may love you, but that doesn't change his nature. He has a cruel sense of humor.

Darling: Aside from abduction, would they do anything against their darling’s will?

He’ll make you come with him on his killing sprees. You’re not a fan of blood; that’s too bad. You’ll just have to get used to it, because that’s all you’re ever going to see besides him. Blood and carnage.

Exposed: How much of their heart do they bare to their darling? How vulnerable are they when it comes to their darling?

Demon Dean still has some of his old traits from when he was human. He doesn't like expressing his emotions until he trusts you enough. Which would take a long time. However, when he finally trusts you, he’ll be more open about his feelings for you. He still keeps things close to his chest, though he might never speak with you about it.

Fight: How would they feel if their darling fought back?

Oh, he’s pissed.

Game: Is this a game to them? How much would they enjoy watching their darling try to escape?

No, your relationship isn't a game to him. But getting you to fall in love with him will be like a game, and he'll triumph. It’s only a matter of time. Demon Dean wouldn't like seeing you try to escape; it would automatically anger him. He’ll lash out at you.

Hell: What would be their darling’s worst experience with them?

Your worst experience with him would be your fights with him. He's scary when he’s angry, especially when it's towards you. He’ll practically scream in your face and manhandle you. Another thing would be him forcing you to see his killing sprees. He doesn't trust you enough to leave you on your own, so you'll have to witness his brutality.

Ideals: What kind of future do they have in mind for/with their darling?

When it comes to your future with him, you’re stuck with him, and not even death would separate you. He’ll secretly try to uncover a way to turn you into a demon. You'll be isolated from hunters; demons wouldn't dare approach you. He’s the only thing you’ll ever need; nobody else can help you.

Jealousy: Do they get jealous? Do they lash out or find a way to cope?

Extremely, however, it’s not because he’s insecure; you simply belong to him and are completely off-limits. Coping, what’s that? He’s going to lash out in a violent way at the person attempting to flirt with you. He left people bloodied to a pulp on the floor before, and he has done worse.

Kisses: How do they act around or with their darling?

It’s discrete, but he’s a little softer around you, and he would let you get away with small things that he wouldn’t tolerate if it were another person. As a demon, he’s not afraid to show you how deep his love runs for you. He’s clingy and always has a hand grabbing you somewhere. He’s very possessive, and he tends to keep you to himself.

Love letters: How would they go about courting or approaching their darling?

When it comes to demon dean, there is no time for courting or lightly approaching you about his feelings. When he kidnapped you, there were no romantic gestures or heartfelt confessions; you simply belonged to him, and you need to get used to it.

Mask: Are their true colors drastically different from the way they act around everyone else?

Of course, Dean treats you differently compared to others. He’s less rough around the edge, and he does try to control his temper better around you. You’re his, and he doesn’t mistreat what belongs to him.

Naughty: How would they punish their darling?

Depending on what you do, however, he'll simply tie you to the bedpost and keep you there until you learn your lesson. He would never intentionally hurt you, but he will force you over your lap and smack your ass until you’re begging for forgiveness. Trust me, he wouldn’t make it fun for you.

Oppression: How many rights would they take away from their darling?

The better question is: how many rights would he allow you to have? All you need to do around him is eat, sleep, and look pretty for him. Misbehave, and you’re going to be chained to the bed again.

Patience: How patient are they with their darling?

He will have zero patience with you, so you better behave for your own sake. He's not afraid of punishing you, however he sees fit, because you didn’t listen to him or try to escape. Therefore, try not to upset him too much.

Quit: If their darling dies, leaves, or successfully escapes, would they ever be able to move on?

No, he would never move on. If you died or were killed, his rampage would be talked about in Hell for centuries. If you manage to escape, it won’t last long. He’s going to get you back, whatever it takes, so enjoy the freedom while it lasts.

Regret: Would they ever feel guilty about abducting their darling? Would they ever let their darling go?

Ha! Hell no. However, after being cured, he will feel horrible for how he treated you. He’ll feel ashamed that his darker feelings for you were brought to light. He really does love you, but the demonic side of him has horrible ways of showing it.

Stigma: What brought about this side of them (childhood, curiosity, etc)?

His transformation into a demon allowed his yandere tendencies to be brought to the surface. He doesn’t have to hold back his urges anymore, and why would he want to?

Tears: How do they feel about seeing their darling scream, cry, and/or isolate themselves?

Of course he doesn’t like it; he prefers you being obedient and rather docile. He would never admit this, but he would want you to be happy with him, even as a demon. If you try avoiding him, he’ll keep bugging you and forcing you to talk to him. He lacks patience, so your screams and cries will only make him angrier the longer you keep having tantrums.

Unique: Would they do anything different from the classic yandere?

Demon Dean would never hurt you intentionally, especially by abusing you to make you cooperate. Sure, when he lashes out, there may be a few accidents, but that’s all they are. Accidents.

Vice: What weakness can their darling exploit in order to escape?

There are two things you could use: his killing urges and/or feeding into his ego. If you want to play the waiting game, you would have to gain his trust enough to allow you to be out of his sight. Simply pretending to love him won’t be enough because he’ll see right through you. When he goes on his killing sprees, leaving you behind for once will be your chance and only chance to escape. You better protect yourself; he will find you.

Wit’s end: Would they ever hurt their darling?

No matter how much he cares about you, he will hurt your feelings at times, especially when he flirts with other women in front of you. When he’s extremely angry or has the itching need to kill something, you need to stay out of his way. He will lash out at you with hurtful words and potential bruises.

Xoanon: How much would they revere or worship their darling? To what length would they go to win their darling over?

Demon Dean cares about you despite who he is, and he doesn’t like upsetting you. You’re not much fun with tears in your eyes. As a demon, you’re the only one that makes him feel things—feelings he used to hide within when he was human. Anyway, he would go to the ultimate length to win you over. He’s not going to beg on his knees for your love, but he’ll show you how much he worships you in his own way. You want him to kill someone and bring you their head? He'll do it.

Yearn: How long do they pine after their darling before they snap?

After Dean became a demon and left with Crowley, he didn’t take you with him at the time, no matter how much he wanted to. However, you’ve never left his thoughts, no matter how much he tried to drink your sweet voice away. You haunted him for months until he finally snapped and came after you.

Zenith: Would they ever break their darling?

If Dean was never cured or you never managed a way to escape from him, he’ll find a way to break you and make you depend solely on him. Make you finally see that he is the only thing that would kill to keep you safe. One way or another, he’ll make you fall for him.

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