#but he's been back since the star of the new year and it's been an adjustment

[empressofdancingstars]

This made me think of this one Star Trek TNG episode, When the Bough Breaks.

The people of Aldea have been cared for by a supercomputer they call The Custodian for centuries. It provides everything they need, cares for them when they’re sick, feeds and clothes them etc. All the Aldean people need to do is pursue whatever artistic hobbies they feel like. (They don’t even really do that with any true skill, either. They have tools that allow them to bypass the learning and skill development stages and just instantly be experts at everything they do or try. Which honestly sounds like it would get super boring after like ten minutes. They’re basically living in godmode 24/7.)

Anyways, they get to a point where they realize their bodies can’t reproduce anymore, and it’s been about 20 or so years since any baby was born on their planet. So they SOS call the Enterprise to come help them and ask for their kids. The Aldean’s reasoning is “well we can’t have kids anymore, but you guys can, so give us all your kids and you can just make some more!” Which of course is shot down immediately by Picard.

So, the Aldeans, used to getting everything they want, whenever they want, simply transport all the ships kids down to their planet and throw up a shield so they can’t be transported back. Picard is like “WTF” and the Aldeans are like “it’s fine, we’ll love them like our own! Go away now please”

Anyways, while Wesley is trying to figure out how to play hostage negotiator and also keep the kids spirits up, he gets introduced to The Custodian. He asks the old woman who wants to be his new mommy “how does the custodian work? What’s its main power source?” And Grandma Mommy rolls her eyes and says “Wesley, the Custodian takes care of all our needs. It always has. Why does it matter how it works?” Wesley responds “well, what if it breaks?” and Grandma Mommy kind of shrugs and says “well it’s never broken before”

And we realize that this whole race of people’s entire existence hinges on a massive AI that’s slowly running out of power, and nobody on the planet has any clue that there’s even anything wrong, let alone how to repair it. They’re just floating through space living like a bunch of spoiled toddlers. If the Custodian shut down, none of them would even know how to tie their space shoelaces, let alone cook a meal or grow crops or find clean drinking water or build a shelter.

So, yeah. Use those brains, kids. Learn skills you can use. The computers might break someday.

Honestly, y'all, I'm begging you. Take the time to think and learn for yourself. Even if it's just something casual like knitting or cooking. Exercise your brain. It's important.

[irisesbluee]

The proposal

Synopsis ⋆｡°✩ to get back at your ex boyfriend and ex best friend, you try to show them that you’re truly doing better than the both of them- by using a decoy. A devilishly tall, handsome and sarcastic decoy who’s more than happy to play the part.

Warnings ⋆｡°✩ cheating, swearing, angst, eventual smut, lowk academic enemies to lovers eekk, !not proofread!

Word count ⋆｡°✩ 6.4k

Song for this chapter ⋆｡°✩ irreplaceable by Beyoncé

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You were crying. Black, mascara filled tears trampled down your cheeks like they wished for an escape, jotting down onto your white blouse with little care.

The bottle in your hand slips from your grasp, clattering to the floor but not shattering. No, you weren’t that lucky. The noise is enough to stir them though, and force James and Sabrina apart, lips puffy and eyes hazy.

You can tell they weren’t expecting visitors. Sabrina opens her mouth as if to say something but you don’t give her the chance, shaking your head as more tears fall. Somehow, you laugh. The irony of it all.

When you stumble away from the doorway of the bedroom, you hear ruffling followed by a soft ‘don’t’. Typical. James, ever the conflict avoider. His name leaves a bitter taste in your mouth that you swallow as you navigate through the house, ignoring the stares of people you pass who are undoubtedly gossiping.

You take the steps two at a time, unsure if you’ll fall but not really caring if you do. The tears have not stopped, and each time your hand slides down the handrail it grips tighter. You can feel your chest closing, gasping for air that seems like it’s running out.

You stumble past a couple of people who you’re sure you’d recognise if you weren’t so hasten in trying to get out of this fucking house, when the front door finally comes into sight. It’s wide open, spewing in what little light is left of the day, and there’s more people outside than you would’ve liked.

The fresh air feels like a slap to the face. People out here look too, wondering on what’s happened, but you don’t care, stumbling towards the gate at the front and out into the street.

And right into someone.

Admittedly, this is the last thing you’d like to have done. They don’t move when you crash into them, only chuckling lowly as you pull back and mumble a string of apologies.

“S’okay,” the voice makes you look up. Now, you’d like to shoot yourself. Right between the eyes. As if your luck can get any fucking worse. Any worse.

“You okay?” He asks, feigning compassion. You’d know it better than anyone, because as the stars would have you, the person you crashed into was Rafe Cameron.

Rafe Cameron, your number one sworn enemy since you’d started your law degree two years ago. He’d been the prick sat in the back who’d always had better answers than you or corrected you when you were wrong. He did better in everything and made sure to rub it in while he was at it.

“Peachy. Great.” Your response is nothing short of bitter, pulling back from the suffocating air of his circle. His friends, like hawks, observe closely in the back and you know this will be a new line of torment from them.

Rafe raises an eyebrow, briefly looking you up and down before nodding his head once. “If you say so.”

You’re undoubtfully glad the interaction ends there, Rafe pushing past, hawk friends following, into the open gate of the party.

When you reach your dorm and the door shuts behind you with a soft click of the latch, it all comes out. There’s pictures of you and James on your wall that are ripped down, as well as the ones with you and Sabrina- the brunette smiling in each of them not the one you witnessed at that party.

You’re still in shock; reeling from the entire idea. How long had it been going on? How long had they played you for a fool? They certainly made you look like a fool, your face streaked with mascara, eyes red- fat black blobs of dried tears resting on your blouse.

The texts begin soon after. You’re lying in bed, staring up at the ceiling when the first few come through. You know it’s Sabrina because you have a different text chime for her.

Please talk to me 8.45pm

I’m sorry 8.46pm

I’ll make this up to you 8.46 pm

It just.. happened 8.52 pm

The last one makes you scoff, wiping a tear from your eye and chucking your phone across the room. It clatters against the wall next to your desk before falling to the floor with a depleted plop, like the phone is fed up too.

It just happened? How does cheating with your best friends boyfriend just happen? It doesn’t, is the answer. Whatever was going on had obviously happened with intent. Your mind is racing trying to think of all the different times you could’ve noticed something, anything- and before you know it, it’s seven am.

You haven’t slept a wink. You dress for class half heartedly, almost forgetting to pack your laptop into your tote bag and putting two different shoes on. In any other situation, you’d have laughed.

You scrape your hair up out of your face, observing your puffy eyes in the mirror before deciding to take off what remained of your makeup.

Your door creaks open as you pop your head out, half expecting to see Sabrina stood there waiting for you like she has been for the past two years- her room right down the hall for yours. She isn’t there. No one is, in fact, the hallway quiet like it’s Christmas and you’re the only one left in dorms.

You trudge down the hallway, phone and keys in hand, pushing open the doorway to the elevator room, mind numb. You weren’t sure how you were going to do in class today. You’d thought your brain into pure exhaustion.

The cold November air hits you like a ton of bricks in a smothered pillowcase and you grasp your hoodie tighter to your body, observing the few other students walking to their own classes. Lucky bastards. Someone even skips past you, headphones on, bag swinging as they catch up to their friends.

Jealousy bites at your insides. Sabrina had been your only friend, really. Anyone else you knew were through her or James.

“Hey sunshine,” an arm slings over your shoulder and the voice makes you repulse. Topper Thornton. One of Rafe’s hawks. You duck under his arm, swerving round to step back in front of him and speed up your pace.

“Woah, what’s with the hostility?” You can hear the malice in his grin, the way he steps back in line with you as he leans down a little. “I’m just here to give you a shoulder to cry on, if you need it.”

Your eyes roll before you can stop it, feet speeding up their pace as you reach the law building. You’re hoping the conversation will end here, as you swing open the door- but topper follows you in.

“Not in the talking mood ey? Shame,” he clicks his teeth, shadow looming over you as you both head into the classroom- of the class that topper does not attend. He goes to beeline for Rafe and Kelce, but stops again, lowering his mouth to your ear.

“I heard it’s because you didn’t put out.” Your eyes widen, hand gripping your phone and keys so tightly you’re sure they could snap. It feels like your lungs are collapsing, internally setting ablaze- and all you can do is dart your eyes to Topper as he loudly laughs, making his way over to Rafe and Kelce.

You think you’re shaking. A tear threatens your waterline, teasing you.

Not here, not now, you tell yourself. Rafe shakes his head at topper, jaw set. Topper soon stops laughing, taking a seat near Kelce, who falls into conversation with topper. You can see Rafe staring. Why is he staring?

It takes all you’ve got to not burst into tears. The tear slips from your waterline and lands down on your hand and you turn numbly, taking a seat. You fiddle with your keys once again, feeling the heat rushing up to your cheeks.

So everyone knew then. Already. The rumour mill was insane at the college- you’d seen it force Alice mack to quit her course when everyone was sending it around that she’d fucked a gay guy to get some dick. Insane.

And now they’d turned on you. The classroom falls silent as the chair next to you scrapes and someone takes a seat in it. They don’t say a word, but you know who it is.

And you want to crush his head like a watermelon. James offers you a tight lipped smile when you eye him for a second, scowling as you turn your focus back to your keys. Your knuckles are turning white from how hard they’re grasping the keys.

It your post whatever-the-fuck-you-experienced-last-night haze, you’d completely forgot he was in your class. It’s how you met, afterall.

Fuck. Fuck, fuck fuck. You feel the tears well again, images of him and Sabrina flashing across your mind like a neon sign advertising the betrayal- as well as replaying the first day when you’d been nauseous as fuck to start at this college with no friends and he’d taken the chair next to you, introducing himself.

“… and I’m really sorry, y’know. You weren’t supposed to find out like this,” James hushed voice whispers, ears turning into the last part. You can feel his presence ever looming, turned in his chair to look at you.

Your eye twitches. You know everyone is watching but would they turn an eye to you bashing his skull against the table?

“It’s not like we intended for it to happen, it just-”

“Happened?” You snap, lifting your head to meet his eyes. He looks taken aback for a second, before smiling and nodding.

“I’m glad you understand.”

Oh boy. Oh fucking boy. “Understand?” You can feel your blood boiling.

James nods his head again. “We can still be friends, y’know. No hard feelings.”

A gasp sounds from behind you but you’re so far away mentally that you barely register it. There’s pure silence in your head right now, and it scared you.

“No. Hard. Feelings?” You repeat, hand gripping your keys so hard it feels like they’ll snap in two. James smiles, almost laughing, as he pulls his laptop from his bag.

“Yeah. I’m so grateful you understand.” The ticking you think you hear from the clock is actually in your head, you realise, and you scoff.

“I hope you fucking die, James. I hope someone bites your dick off and shoves it down your fucking throat you bastard. You and Sabrina deserve each-other.” His eyes widen at your outburst, uncomfortably shifting in his own seat.

“I don’t think there’s any need for-” he begins, slowly opening his laptop. You cut him off, standing from your seat.

“You don’t tell me what I need and don’t need. You cheated on me, and now you’re trying to play the good guy. Go fuck yourself you pretentious asshole.” This time you hear someone whistle from the back of the classroom, and you’re confident it’s topper. You grasp your bag from the back of your chair, storming towards the door as the professor enters.

Who the fuck needs class anyway?

The tears come as you fall out of the law building into the bite of November cold, winds lashing against your cheeks. You’re not sure what to do now. Your brain is well and truly shut down. Across the park from you is a couple sat together on a bench, huddled together among the cold.

Jealousy bites upon your spine once again. Fuck this. What the fuck.

You turn on your heel, intent on heading back to your dorm to wallow in your self pity when someone calls your name. Shoulders sagging, you turn around- expecting James.

Rafe Cameron stands at the door of the law building, zipping up his fleece as he canters down the steps, bag slung over his shoulder in that effortless model like way he’s always got going on.

He takes the few steps it takes to reach you, and then grins. “That was pretty awesome.”

You quirk an eyebrow, no doubt looking like a homeless woman. “You followed me out here for that?”

Rafe rubs his hands together, still grinning. He falls into step with you as you continue to walk. “No, actually. I heard, and I’m sorry. It’s a really shitty thing for them to do.”

The idea of rafe Cameron offering you anything other than pure sarcasm confuses you, and you stop in the middle of the sidewalk to look up at him.

“Okay, Rafe, what do you want because I don’t know if you can tell but I’m not in the mood for you to torment me-”

Rafe’s hands grasp your shoulders, stopping you mid sentence. He leans down, so he’s eye level with you, before speaking.

“No, no. Look, I did some thinking last night after I found out and I think I have a proposal, of sorts, for you.”

You scoff, pulling away from his hands and continuing the walk to your dorm. You go to pull open the door but Rafe closes it with his hand, leaning against it to prevent you from getting in.

“Look, Rafe, whatever joke you’re running here I’m not interested.” You sigh out, readjusting the straps of your tote bag on your shoulder, shoving your hands into your hoodie pockets after.

Rafe, undoubtedly, raises his hands in self defence. “No joke. Sisters life. Only a mutually beneficial proposal for you to hear if you’ll grant me that pleasure.”

You sigh again, weighing out your options. Option a: go back to your dorm and rot in bed, thinking about the existential life crisis you’re currently having, or option b: you can hear Rafe Cameron, one of your least favourite people, out.

An hour later you sit in a coffee shop just outside of campus, nursing a cup of steaming coffee that’s too hot for you to drink right now. Rafe settles into the chair across from you, cup of something to his own desire steaming up towards the ceiling.

You drum your fingers on the table, waiting for him to begin.

“So.” You hum along with Rafe’s first word, dancing fingers along the top of your cup. The anger had long since dissipated, leaving a numbing feeling. No sadness. Just nothing.

“So, I did a bit of thinking.” Rafe takes a sip of his- now coffee, as you can see- and pulls a face, swallowing. “Hot.”

He places his cup back down. “I think you and I have something for each other that we could benefit from, you see.”

You roll your head on your neck, leaning further down into the chair. “And that is?”

Rafe grins, leaning back, one arm bent over the back of his chair. “I need help with classes. You need help showing that wet sock what he’s missing out on.”

You snort, loud, causing the couple to the left of you to glance over. You mouth sorry before a hand comes up to cover your mouth, laughing more.

You’re not sure if it’s because of Rafe calling James a wet sock- or the fact that Rafe Cameron needs tutoring. It must be both.

“You’re taking the piss?” His lips press into a thin line, slowly shaking his head as if the idea of him needing help in class is completely baffling.

“No ma’am, I am not. He is in fact a wet sock.” You snort again, sinking down further into your seat when that couple looks over again, obviously displeased.

“Not about that Rafe. The other thing. The tutoring.” This time, he nods.

“The uh, the end of year exams are coming up in a month and I am short of shit at revising for them, let alone sitting them.” He clears his throat, eyes looking around the coffee shop before settling back in on you.

You sit up straighter. “Thee Rafe Cameron, the one who always corrects my answers in class- is asking me for help?”

He scowls. “Yeah. Don’t make a big deal out of it or I won’t hold up my end.” He takes another sip of his coffee.

“Oh yeah? And what’s your side exactly?”

“Oh,” rafe grins, straightening out in his chair. “I pretend to be your sexy, hot and talk of the campus bounce back boyfriend that will put that wet sock to shame.”

An ⋆｡°✩ wow. Amazing. Rafe’s so cunning. Please please lmk if you guys wanna see more of this I’m so excited to write this one!!

[heartepub]

studio seventeen presents . . .

welcome to the studio seventeen special collection: kingdoms of dreams and madness! dive into thirteen different stories and celebrate ten years of magic. 🎞 aka, a series featuring the SEVENTEEN members, each inspired by a different studio ghibli film.

▷ PLAY ALL | ☞ SELECT ONE | ♫ SAMPLER OST

the courage to live 🌱 choi seungcheol.

“my mother used to tell me about the little people who lived under the floors.” — the secret world of arrietty during a forced retreat pre-surgery, seungcheol learns what it means to persist.

the boy who swallowed a star 💫 yoon jeonghan.

“there you are, sweetheart. i’ve been looking everywhere for you.” — howl’s moving castle three things are true: there is a war. there is a curse. there is love. and jeonghan can’t keep running away.

signal flags 🚢 hong joshua.

“i pray for safe voyages.” — from up on poppy hill amid efforts to halt the demolition of the latin quarter, joshua finds himself drawn to the girl hoisting flags every morning.

the path of the wind 🌳 wen junhui.

“everybody, try laughing. then whatever scares you will go away!” — my neighbour totoro junhui observes the highs and lows of the new girl, who sits in front of him in class.

fly once, fly again 🧹 kwon soonyoung.

“flying used to be fun until I did it for a living.” — kiki’s delivery service soonyoung’s attempts to befriend the town’s new witch have varying degrees of success. and then she stops flying.

beautiful, cursed dreams ☁️ jeon wonwoo.

“the wind rises. we must try to live!” — the wind rises all wonwoo wanted was to create beautiful things.

more thicker than forget 🐉 lee jihoon.

“will we meet again some time?” — spirited away when jihoon gets himself in another bind, the gods seem to find it fitting to send the girl who had already saved him once. too bad she doesn’t remember.

take a leap 🐠 lee seokmin.

“life is mysterious and amazing.” — ponyo seokmin is thrown back into his extraordinary childhood when his best friend’s distant cousin pulls the same trick and tries to turn herself human.

heart notes 💌 kim mingyu.

“can’t you be in love without determining your future first?” — whisper of the heart mingyu knows who he dreams of being. scribbling his name in library books to make his crush notice him is not part of that plan, but it could be.

with eyes unclouded 🦌 xu minghao.

“it’s time for both of us to live.” — princess mononoke cursed after an encounter with a rampaging demon, minghao leaves his town in search of a cure.

safflowers and memories 🌼 boo seungkwan.

“how come i let him get so close?” — only yesterday going to the countryside to help harvest safflowers was part of the plan. meeting seungkwan was not.

unfolds and unfolds forever 🎍 chwe hansol.

“that tomorrow never came.” — the tale of the princess kaguya a lost love comes and goes. it only ever lingers in hansol’s dreams.

the girl who fell from the sky 🎺 lee chan.

“the world cannot live without love.” — laputa: castle in the sky chan has been searching for the lost island of laputa, wondering if it even exists. one day, the answer falls right into his arms.

note. all fics will be tagged #svt x ghibli by heartepub. i chose to theme my svt 10-year celebration around my very first post on caratblr (˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶) i’m awfully late bc life is hectic (as i say every month, unfortunately), but i’m excited to bring these to life!!

count on many of these to be on the longer side since i am too obsessed with ghibli for them to be otherwise. the film plots may not be followed exactly, if it’s necessary to honor the members’ characterization being a bit different from the film’s characters. also, some may be speculative sequels to movies (jihoon’s and seokmin’s). but at least one fic will be out by may 26 — see you then!!

[better-setterv2]

𝒜𝒸𝒸𝒾𝒹𝑒𝓃𝓉𝒶𝓁𝓁𝓎 𝒴𝑜𝓊𝓇𝓈 - 𝒫𝓉.9

Authors Note: Hi Everyone! Accidentally Yours is officially finished. I don’t intent to even start this idea as a series in the first place. But here we are. I will soon be started a new mini series which will be posted soon. I hope you enjoyed this series. I wrapped it up sooner than expected because I wasn’t really feeling the story anymore and I apologise if it seems rushed. Lots of love xx

Summary: Reader and Lewis, now fully a couple, navigate their public appearances, cherishing their time together despite their separate lives, reflecting on how it all began with an accidental group chat add, leading to a love that was worth flying for and lifelong friendships.

Warnings: sexual content

Taglist: @urmomsgirlfriend1 @mits-vi @nebulastarr @mimisweetz @jdasiilva

MASTERLIST

Pt1,Pt2,Pt3,Pt4,Pt5,Pt6,Pt7,Pt8,Pt9

࣪𓏲ᥫ᭡ ₊ ⊹ ˑ ִ ֶ 𓂃࣪𓏲ᥫ᭡ ₊ ⊹ ˑ ִ ֶ 𓂃࣪𓏲ᥫ᭡ ₊ ⊹ ˑ ࣪𓏲ᥫ᭡ ₊ ⊹ ˑ ִ ֶ 𓂃࣪𓏲ᥫ᭡ ₊

The lights from the rooftop terrace flickered like distant stars against the Monaco sky.

It was a warm evening soft, balmy, kissed by the ocean breeze. The kind of night meant for champagne glasses, slow jazz from a hidden speaker and the lingering touches of people who didn’t want to say goodbye.

You stood beside Lewis in a sleek black dress that hugged your frame like a secret. His hand was at the small of your back, fingers resting lightly as though they belonged there.

Around you, the Mercedes team mingled of engineers, PR, drivers and friends. This was the annual sponsor dinner, always a bit too formal for comfort, but no one cared tonight. Because tonight, everyone was looking at the two of you.

This was your first official appearance together.

It should’ve made you nervous. Months ago, it would have. But now?

Now, Lewis glanced sideways at you, a quiet smile tugging at his mouth and that calm you’d always found in him flooded you once again.

“You okay?” he murmured.

You nodded, slipping your hand into his. “I’m here with you.”

That was enough.

Daniel walked past with two glasses and leaned in dramatically. “If I have to fake laugh at one more sponsor’s joke, I’m jumping in the ocean.”

Lando, not far behind, nudged his arm. “You say that every year.”

“But this year I might mean it.”

You laughed and even Lewis cracked a grin.

It was strange to think how far everything had come from the group chat chaos to this. To real dinners and quiet mornings and blurry photos and headlines that came faster than you could blink.

At first, the media frenzy had been a tidal wave. The story broke like wildfire: Lewis Hamilton’s mystery woman revealed. Your name became a whisper in forums, a trending tag, a headline you hadn’t asked for.

But through it all, Lewis never faltered. Not once.

Not when people speculated. Not when tabloids twisted the timeline. Not when paparazzi crowded hotel lobbies. He held your hand, kissed your cheek, spoke your name in interviews like it belonged on his lips.

Because to him it did.

And somewhere in all the noise, you’d found a rhythm. A way to hold onto the truth in the eye of the storm.

You stayed in Monaco for two weeks that summer, long enough for your brother to yell out when you FaceTimed him from Lewis’s penthouse, long enough for group dinners and inside jokes and blurry Polaroids taped to his fridge.

But reality, as it always does, came back.

Your final year of university. Criminology and law. Exams. Internships. Your life.

And his?

Circuits. Countries. Races. Schedules planned to the minute.

So when the time came to leave, you both sat on the edge of his bed, your suitcase packed by the door, and said the hardest easy thing.

“We’ll figure it out,” he’d said, fingers brushing yours.

You nodded, voice thick. “We always do.”

That was months ago.

Since then, your life had become a stretch of airports and alarms.

You studied during layovers, submitted essays from hotel rooms. Lewis sent you photos from the grid, voice notes from pit lane, late night calls from whatever timezone he was in.

Some weeks, you saw each other for 48 hours. Some weeks, not at all.

But every time you met again, it felt like no time had passed.

A long distance relationship wasn’t easy. But loving Lewis never felt like work.

It was the world around you that made it hard. The distance. The time. The sacrifice.

And still he never missed your birthday. You never missed a race (even if it meant streaming from a campus bathroom stall).

You flew to Abu Dhabi in November just to surprise him for the season closer. He met you at the airport with flowers and a hoodie you’d left behind months ago.

You spent your winter break in London, walking hand in hand past old bookstores and laughing until your ribs ached at his terrible impressions of everyone in the group. He cooked you breakfast in socks and boxers. You fell asleep to the sound of his heartbeat and woke to find him already watching you, eyes soft.

And then university again. Travel again. More distance.

But never disconnection.

Now, on this rooftop in Monaco, everything felt full circle.

As the team began to gather for photos, Lewis tugged you gently to the side.

“I want to say something before we go back into the madness,” he said, turning to face you fully.

Your stomach fluttered. “Okay…”

“I know it’s not always easy. I know I’m not always around. And you’re finishing your degree and building something real and I—” He broke off, shaking his head. “I just want you to know that this, us, is the most grounded thing in my life.”

You swallowed hard. “Even when we’re in different countries?”

“Especially then,” he said. “Because no matter where I am, I still feel like I’m coming home to you.”

You blinked fast, trying not to cry in front of a crowd.

“I don’t know where we’ll be next year,” you whispered. “But I know I want it to be with you.”

His thumb brushed your cheek. “Then we’ll find each other. Always.”

A voice from the photographer called for the team and Lewis reached for your hand one last time before they pulled him away.

As you watched him step into the spotlight, flashing cameras bouncing off his tux, you realised something important.

You didn’t need to be next to each other every second.

You just needed to know you were walking in the same direction.

࣪𓏲ᥫ᭡ ₊ ⊹ ˑ ִ ֶ 𓂃࣪𓏲ᥫ᭡ ₊ ⊹ ˑ ִ ֶ 𓂃࣪𓏲ᥫ᭡ ₊ ⊹ ˑ ࣪𓏲ᥫ᭡ ₊ ⊹ ˑ ִ ֶ 𓂃࣪𓏲ᥫ᭡ ₊

The Next Morning

You stood at the door of his suite, suitcase by your side and tried not to think too much about how final everything felt.

You weren’t breaking up not even close but there was always this ache when you parted. The quiet ache of space growing between you, of hours spent in different lives.

“Promise to sleep more than four hours a night?” Lewis asked, his voice low and teasing.

You raised an eyebrow. “Promise not to try to FaceTime me during finals?”

“No deal.”

He leaned down and kissed you slow, long, deep one of those kisses that curled into your spine and stayed there long after the moment ended.

“I’ll see you soon,” you whispered against his lips.

“You better.”

࣪𓏲ᥫ᭡ ₊ ⊹ ˑ ִ ֶ 𓂃࣪𓏲ᥫ᭡ ₊ ⊹ ˑ ִ ֶ 𓂃࣪𓏲ᥫ᭡ ₊ ⊹ ˑ ࣪𓏲ᥫ᭡ ₊ ⊹ ˑ ִ ֶ 𓂃��𓏲ᥫ᭡ ₊

The Final Goodbye Before Home

That afternoon, before your flight, the drivers had one last impromptu get together on a quiet hotel rooftop. Someone had ordered too many pizzas. Max was sunburnt. George had already started on Aperol spritzes.

You sat cross legged next to Charles, who was trying not to cry. “I swear if you get all sentimental, I’m throwing this crust at you.”

You laughed, seeing some of the guys tear up. “You’ll see me whenever I’m free to make it to some of the races .”

Daniel sniffled next. “It’s not the same as bullying you in person.”

Lando gave you a lopsided smile. “Gonna miss your savage takedowns.”

Oscar added, “And your surprisingly good poker face.”

Lewis watched quietly from the side, eyes lingering on you like he was memorising your silhouette in golden light.

And for a moment, everything was soft again. Familiar. Like maybe distance was just a line to be crossed.

࣪𓏲ᥫ᭡ ₊ ⊹ ˑ ִ ֶ 𓂃࣪𓏲ᥫ᭡ ₊ ⊹ ˑ ִ ֶ 𓂃࣪𓏲ᥫ᭡ ₊ ⊹ ˑ ࣪𓏲ᥫ᭡ ₊ ⊹ ˑ ִ ֶ 𓂃࣪𓏲ᥫ᭡ ₊

One Year Later

It was spring again.

Your degree was done. Your thesis defended and passed. Your flat packed into boxes.

And Lewis?

Waiting at Arrivals, holding a sign that read: My favorite graduate.

You dropped your bag and ran to him, the terminal fading behind you and when he kissed you this time it wasn’t just hello.

It was a promise.

A new beginning.

You still didn’t live in the same country.

You still had plans - internships, travels, ambitions.

But for now, you had two full weeks together. And that felt like forever.

The flat Lewis had rented overlooking the ocean, all white washed walls and floor to ceiling windows that poured gold across every surface. The bed was too big, the breeze too warm and the air smelled like salt and something blooming.

You didn’t make it to dinner that first night.

You barely made it past the front door.

His hands were on your waist the moment it shut behind you, his mouth pressing hot against your neck, your breath catching as you let your suitcase hit the floor with a thud. His nipped and sucked on your neck with intensity.

“You’re really here,” he murmured, voice husky. “I’ve pictured this a hundred times.”

“More like a thousand,” you whispered, pulling him closer.

You didn’t even care about the view outside. Not when the real view was the way he looked at you now like he’d been starving and you were finally within reach.

He kissed you hard then, walking you back until your spine met the wall, his hands everywhere - your jaw, your hips, your thighs. There was no rush, not really. But months apart had built a slow burning ache in both of you and it showed in the way your bodies moved. Familiar, but frantic. Reverent, but unrestrained.

“Missed this,” he muttered as his jacket slid from his shoulders, fingers already tugging at your shirt. “Missed you.”

You peeled the fabric from his chest, tracing over the tattoos you’d only seen in photos lately. His skin was warm, taut, humming beneath your fingertips.

“I missed us,” you said, breath hitching as his hands skimmed under the waistband of your jeans.

He stilled, just for a second, pressing his forehead to yours. “You sure?”

You nodded, your fingers already curling into the back of his neck. “I’ve never been more sure of anything.”

The bedroom was filled with late light and shadows when he finally lifted you into his arms, carrying you across the space like you weighed nothing. He laid you gently on the bed and everything slowed down.

His touch softened. His lips brushed your collarbone, your shoulder, your ribs like he was relearning every part of you. You tugged him down with a gasp as his mouth met your skin, every inch of him pressed to you now, your legs tangled beneath the linen sheets.

Your moans echoed against the wall as you arched against him in pleasure.

It wasn’t rushed anymore.

It was slow and deep and full of the kind of connection you couldn’t fake. He thrusted deeply, holding the headboard as he clenched his eyes groaning.

He whispered your name like a prayer. Told you how proud he was. How strong. How stunning. How much he had counted the days to this very moment.

And when you fell apart beneath him your fingers tangled in his braids, your lips against his throat, your bodies moving together like tide and moon, you didn’t feel the distance anymore.

You just felt home.

࣪𓏲ᥫ᭡ ₊ ⊹ ˑ ִ ֶ 𓂃࣪𓏲ᥫ᭡ ₊ ⊹ ˑ ִ ֶ 𓂃࣪𓏲ᥫ᭡ ₊ ⊹ ˑ ࣪𓏲ᥫ᭡ ₊ ⊹ ˑ ִ ֶ 𓂃࣪𓏲ᥫ᭡ ₊

Later, wrapped in the sheets and his arms your head on his chest, you lay in silence.

He was drawing soft patterns along your back, heart steady under your ear.

“You know what I’ve been thinking?” he asked quietly.

You tilted your head up. “What?”

“That maybe one day we won’t have to say goodbye after two weeks.”

You blinked. “You mean…?”

“I mean if you’re willing, I want to start planning for more than just visits. Maybe we figure out what it would look like really look like to build something permanent. Together.”

You sat up slowly, the sheet slipping down your spine, your heart thudding.

“I’d move for you,” you whispered. “But I’d rather us move forward together.”

He smiled then, sleepy and real, eyes shining in the low light. “That’s all I want.”

And in that quiet, golden space after all the distance, the phone calls, the missed connections you realised something:

The future wasn’t a place you reached.

It was something you built, moment by moment.

And you were building yours with him.

He still had circuits to race, countries to fly to, records to chase.

And when it got hard and it did you had FaceTime calls and shared playlists, silly memes and whispered goodnights over grainy Wi-Fi.

You had friends over a screen who still showed up.

You had the memory of that rooftop in Monaco.

And you had this -

Real love. Messy. Brave. Worth flying for.

And always, always yours.

The future wasn’t a place you reached.

It was something you built, moment by moment.

And you were building yours with him.

Funny, really how it all started with an accidental add into the group chat by a teammate and ended with you falling for Lewis Hamilton and finding the greatest friends you could ever ask for.

[invis-o-william]

Dannymay 2025 - Day 15: Stars

It was a quiet Saturday morning in the Fenton household when Danny noticed it. The stars on his bedroom ceiling were starting to lose their glow. It had been years since his dad had initially stuck them to the ceiling, the nonsensical constellations and patterns to them sparking his imagination as a child. They had been a source of comfort to him, the cheap glowing plastic reminding him of his hopes and dreams. They still did now, though his dreams had a more somber edge to them these days.

The next day he had a new pack of stars, and once he was sure that his parents were busy in the lab (when weren’t they?) and that Jazz was studying, he locked his door and let his feet leave the floor. 

He floated up to the ceiling, still in human form but accessing his powers. It was a little harder to float like this, it took more concentration, but some part of him wanted to stay human for this little task.

Carefully, he began to peel the old stars from the ceiling, the old glue sticking firmly to the back of each star. He found that in some places, the stars covered up small cracks in the plaster. His dad had hid the imperfections of his room, instead covering them with whimsy.

Once Danny had gathered all the stars, he touched down on his carpet once more. He carefully stacked the stars together and put them in his desk drawer. He should probably throw them away, they didn’t work anymore after all. Still, he found that he couldn’t part himself from them. They were a reminder of who he was and of times when his parents weren’t always consumed by their work.

He floated back up then, with the new pack of stars in hand. There were many ways he could arrange the stars now, but what should he do? He could put them up in the same pattern his dad had, after years of looking up at them he had long since memorized their layout. He could also model his ceiling after different parts of the night sky.

He was tempted to put them up in the same order again, but as his hand moved to place the first star, he found he couldn’t do it. Things had changed. He had changed. He wasn’t the same kid anymore who jumped on the bed while his parents hung a model rocket from his light fixture. He wasn’t the excited middle schooler who carefully laid out his life’s ambitions, who learned about what scholarships and which schools would help him with his dream. He wasn’t the kid who would one day be an astronaut. 

It was still something he wanted, something he dreamed of. While he loved being half ghost, he still yearned for the vastness of space. All he had ever wanted was to explore the stars, but now? Now that path had all but vanished for him. His grades had tanked freshman year, and while he was doing better as a sophomore now, he was still nowhere near the GPA required to get into the colleges he needed. Even if he did somehow make it into one of those prestigious schools, how would he become an astronaut now?

He knew for a fact that even in human form, he couldn’t go through the required tests that places like NASA would run. His heartbeat was too slow, his blood was tainted with ectoplasm, and of course, his weight was completely off. The last one had been an unexpected shock for him in the days following The Accident, but when he thought it through, it made sense. He had died, and parts of his body which had been too damaged to survive the portal were replaced with ectoplasm. As a result, if he were to be weighed by a doctor, they would probably suspect he was malnourished. No matter how much he ate now, it never seemed to change.

So that was it. His dream, his childhood ambition would forever be just that. A dream. A dream that died with him in that portal, one that he buried with the remains of his strange half-there corpse, deep in the woods outside Amity Park.

So he placed the stars, matching the constellations to the night sky over Amity Park. If a few tears were shed while he mourned his dream, his future, then nobody had to know.

[kings-highway]

do you have any umbrella headcanons for the hq characters? like, colors and patterns and where they bought it, who has a million umbrellas but never seems to remember to bring one when it rains, who always keeps one at school, etc. that kinda stuff?

This is actually a way old prompt I simply took forever to answer but like... Yeah I gotchu.

Sugawara: never in his life has owned an umbrella. Bitch is WET half the time. Sprints between cars. Sneaks under other people’s and gets runoff dribbled on his head. Complains constantly about the rain. Could not tell you the last time he opened an umbrella

Asahi: opened an umbrella inside once and is still anxious about it

Daichi: has an umbrella and behaves normally about it. The sight of Asahi panicking because he forgot to bring one and Suga preparing to rawdog the weather is offset by Daichi standing between them and opening his umbrella without any fanfare and then seeming surprised by the chaos that his two friends have unleashed in the .3 seconds since it started raining. It’s probably a solid colour and at least 3 years old.

Tanaka: kinda like Suga but completely intentionally. “Umbrellas are for wimps!” he shouts, soaked and freezing and about to be very sick

Noya: shockingly, actually pretty good about keeping an umbrella around. He probably got one in middle school with like flames on it, and so he makes sure to carry it during the rainy seasons because it’s his only chance to show it off. Also whips it out at every opportunity to offer to walk girls home if they’ve forgotten theirs.

Ennoshita: forgot his umbrella once during a rainstorm and Daichi gave him his to walk home with “because your walk is further than mine anyway” and Ennoshita has never forgiven himself for it. The man keeps an umbrella in his school locker separate from the one he carries to and from home just in case. Dude got given a new flavour of imposter syndrome over the generosity of one guy a year ago.

Yamaguchi: has one of those clear umbrellas. Constantly offering to share umbrellas with tsukki but alas Tsukishima is taller than him so this makes no sense, and Tsukki has never in his life not had an umbrella on him. Often he ends up sharing his umbrella with Hinata instead.

Hinata: theoretically owns an umbrella, he says he does. Ends up ducking under Yamaguchi’s constantly, since he “doesn’t exactly know where his is” at the moment. Can’t figure out why Yamaguchi always seems annoyed by him asking to share his umbrella.

Tsukishima: a well prepared young lad, has had the same umbrella since middle school, it probably has like a moon pattern on it because the bitch likes to brand himself. Is currently trying to decide if he should fake forgetting his umbrella one of these days because it would probably make Yamaguchi happy.

Kageyama: will just walk home in the rain and not notice he’s soaking wet. Honestly I can imagine him shaking himself out like a dog. He once gave an umbrella to a girl and she fell in love with him and confessed on the next valentine's day and he had no idea who she was.

Yachi: got to share Kiyoko's umbrella once and has never been the same since. Her own umbrella is probably very cutsey and pink with stars or something.

Kiyoko: keeps a spare umbrella in her locker in case she forgets because boys become unbearable if they think they can offer to be her saviour. Refuses them and walks in the rain if necessary.

Oikawa: honestly he’s probably a very sensible regular guy who checks the weather and brings an umbrella if he thinks it’s needed, but he probably always has to borrow one from his mother or dig one out of the back of a closet.

Iwa: weirdly thinks that Oikawa is never going to have an umbrella, so he always over prepares, but Oikawa has literally never once been caught in the rain without an umbrella and for whatever reason simply cannot convince Iwa that he knows how to check his weather app. Like it’ll start raining and Iwa will scoff and go “bet you didn’t bring an umbrella, huh?” as Oikawa is pulling out and opening his umbrella and will be like: “????? leave me alone????”

Matsukawa: kinda likes the rain. Sometimes the rest of the Seijoh 4 catch him holding his umbrella to the side to let himself get rained on. Honestly I can see him with like… a kinda gothic umbrella, like probably something really dark with skulls on it, or a spider web pattern, and he unironically really loves it. It’s like an element of self expression that the rest of these jock boys cannot comprehend so they don’t even bother making fun of him for it.

Hanamaki: 9/10 the person who gets Iwa’s second umbrella

Kyotani: would rather die than admit he was cold and/or needed an umbrella after his mother definitely yelled at him to take one that morning and he ignored her

Yahaba: sometimes weaponizes his umbrella to whack people. He’d also use it to flirt with girls who forgot theirs, except one time a girl saw him using it to whack his teammates and rumours spread so now nobody accepts his offers.

Ushijima: okay hot take: I don’t think he owns an umbrella. Live-in dorms aren't conducive to an umbrella, what, he’s gonna open it for the 1 second he’s between buildings? Nah. but I think he’s got sort of a weird dog energy about it, where he’ll be soaked through from walking in the rain, but will in fact have walked instead of running, and will just kind of sit there and let water drip onto his face and honestly I don’t think this is a very fun experience for him but what’s he gonna do, complain about the weather? There’s no point in complaining about the weather, it can't be changed.

Tendou: I can imagine him with - and I’m aware this is very specific - a clean umbrella, with like colourful polka dot confetti. I take no criticisms. He also happily allows any of his teammates to walk under this umbrella if they need to, however this is a trap and they will, actually, have to listen to the entire plot of FullMetal Alchemist in excruciating detail.

Leon: give him a regular ass solid colour umbrella that he loses constantly. It’s the dorms thing! He doesn’t have to use it often! But any time he needs it it takes him 35 minutes to dig up.

Semi: he is like… cool with an umbrella. Like he’s not really actually stopping himself from getting rained on, because it’s tilted back against his shoulder and he’s sauntering along getting soaked, but my god does he look good. Also I imagine his umbrella being striped white and black. But oh boy is he always wet despite having an umbrella.

Goshiki: has an umbrella but stopped using it because he thought the thing Ushijima was doing was some kind of cool-mature-adult thing and now he’s just wet all the time.

Yamagata: will ask if people dare him to run through the rain and then not wait for an answer and do it anyways. Could have an umbrella, maybe he doesn’t, has never been seen using it either way. At least he has fun.

Shirabu: constantly trying to get Semi to use his umbrella normal. Constantly trying to get Leon to put his umbrella in the same place. Constantly trying to convince ushijima to buy an umbrella. Constantly trying to convince goshiki to use his umbrella again and that being wet isn’t cool. Has no idea what the hell yamagata is doing. constantly, desperately, avoiding situations in which he needs to walk under Tendou’s umbrella. Always wondering why the fuck the Shiratorizawa team is so goddamn wet all the time. His umbrella is pink.

Taichi: owns an umbrella. Thinks Shirabu needs to calm the fuck down.

Aone: shares umbrellas constantly with people. He has a really simple one, but he’s really consistent about remembering it, so often he’s the go-to saviour.

Futakuchi: Usually forgets his umbrella and is very thankful Aone never has. Is usually the second person under Aone’s umbrella.

Moniwa: carries two umbrellas around anticipating someone else needing them and will end up giving both of them away and walking home in the rain.

Koganegawa: excitedly walking in the rain beside Moniwa bonding over their wet heads. (he thinks he forgot his umbrella but it’s actually just pushed at the bottom of his bag. He will notice when he gets home and feel SO BAD he didn’t offer it to Moniwa.

Terushima: thinks umbrellas are for wimps and dorks and is always wet. He won't even walk under an umbrella someone else is offering.

Kuroo: black umbrella. Honestly I don’t think he’s very interesting about it. He doesn’t like getting rained on so he tends to be cautious and over prepare.

Kenma: always carries an umbrella if there’s even the slightest chance of it raining. Hates getting rained on. Hates sharing an umbrella with kuroo even more than he hates getting rained on. (Kuroo acts like he’s gods’ gift to umbrellas every time Kenma needs him to share.)

Fukunaga: rainbow umbrella!!! He likes to play in the rain and will get wet even holding an umbrella around his head. Jumping in puddles, splashing. One time he got soaked by a passing car driving through a puddle and has never laughed that hard in his life. This cat likes water.

Tora: usually ends up using Fukunaga’s rainbow umbrella because he forgot his own and fukunaga clearly doesn’t need it.

Lev: “hahaha yeah I have an umbrella…” (he doesn’t) and nobody will share with him. Kuroo just sort of side-eyes him. Yaku walks with an umbrella and doesn’t even pretend to offer. Lev gets wet.

Yaku: I imagine him with like a beige umbrella. He’s super normal about it. Never shares, though (hurts his arm to hold it up so much, but refuses to let someone else hold it for him.)

Inuoka: doesn’t have an umbrella, doesn’t need one. He’s always using his hood as if it’s just as good and saying how it’s redundant to carry around an umbrella even though this soaks his jacket every time.

Bokuto: I think he only owns an umbrella if he can find an owl themed umbrella, otherwise he’s just sorta running and hoping he doesn’t get too wet. (he does.)

Akaashi: if Bokuto has successfully found an owl themed umbrella, Akaashi owns one too. Otherwise, he’s got a very normal solid colour umbrella that he has never used for himself once. Bokuto, Konoha, Sarukai, whoever has forgotten their umbrella currently has Akaashi’s umbrella.

Kita: I think he has a white umbrella, and I think it’s very normally employed in the manner it should be, and I think he’s most often seen using it when he’s gazing off wistfully and making long, contemplative monologues about how rain is often run from despite it being the very essence of life, and how the water cycle heals and washes away bad energy and the state of pollution in the oceans and dear fucking god someone distract him throw a volleyball or something it’s been eighteen minutes he’s still talking.

Aran: I imagine him with one of the like, real fancy umbrellas with a wooden handle and all that (every other mentioned umbrella I was thinking of as a cheap plastic one that pops out) but no this bitch got a real umbrella, probably old from his grandmother or something. He’s also the only one still listening after minute eighteen of Kita’s contemplation on our connection to the divine via the endless cycle of water through our bodies. He’s gonna google the water cycle when he gets home.

Atsumu & Osamu: there is in fact an umbrella between the two of them. It will break before the end of their rainy walk home. They both think it’s their own umbrella, but it’s not, it’s their mother’s umbrella and she will yell at them.

Suna: this guy would rather sleep at school than walk home without an umbrella so you bet your ass that he keeps an umbrella on him. Give him something with a cool geometric design maybe. I also think the only moments of sincerity anyone’s every seen from him is when he’s very quietly and politely asking Kita or Aran to borrow their umbrella if he’s forgotten his.

Sakusa: Yes, he has an umbrella, of course he has an umbrella. I think his umbrella is bright purple, and I think he keeps forgetting how to open it, and then it pops out and scares him and this happens every fucking time. Something’s wrong with this guy. He can also never get it tied up again properly and generally tends to find the thing a hassle.

Komori: Also has a bright purple umbrella but he opens it normally. He has no idea what Sakusa’s problem is.

Korai: has Hirugami’s umbrella from last year.

Hirugami: is just realizing the reason he needed to buy a new umbrella.

[wooahaes]

the sweet kind of surprise

pairing: non-idol!hyunjin x gn!reader

genre: fluff. established relationship... somewhat.

warnings: hyunjin has a dummy moment. mentions of hyunjin drinking in the past (no indication of reader drinking or not). food mentions.

word count: ~1.3k

daisy's notes: silly :)

Hyunjin knew that he was one of your most trusted people. You’d given him the code to your apartment, a spare key to it as well (just in case he needed it), and he knew… well, pretty much everything about you. Things that people who knew you longer didn’t know. And maybe it came with the territory of being whatever the two of you are (something more than friends… yet neither of you had defined it just yet, shyness stopping you from finally asking that question for, uh, a little over a year now…). With that knowledge came a few things:

First, he knew it was your birthday. That was why he got up extra early to bring you a cupcake and a card that he’d leave in your kitchen, candle unlit, before going back home. 

Second, no one else knew it was your birthday. Well… except for Felix, but that came with the fact that Felix had known you the longest and he (alongside Hyunjin now) was one of the few people you trusted to not make a huge deal out of your birthday.

He hadn’t been able to wrap his head around it at first, not in the same way that Felix seemed to just completely get it and go along with it. The most he ever heard about Felix doing things for your birthday in the past was that he had baked you something, and that was usually him hearing it from you while you split whatever it was with him. This year it was brownies, and he’d given you the batch yesterday since he’d be going out of town pretty early today. Maybe Hyunjin could steal one…? You usually shared with him anyway, and you did tell him you’d save him at least one when you fell asleep on the phone with him last night, right after you said what suspiciously sounded like an “I love you.” The two of you said it before, sure, but there was something new about hearing it from you. Something that made his heart flutter in his chest.

Whatever that was about.

He quietly made his way into your apartment, slowly shutting the door behind him as he looked around. He knew you, and he knew you weren’t much of a morning person at all. You’d taken off work today so that you could sleep in longer than you usually did, so he should be safe to leave his little present for you and leave without you knowing. Hyunjin continued to creep into your apartment, ditching his sneakers in the entryway (it’s your birthday, he told himself: the last thing he’d want to do is make more work for you by tracking in dirt, and cleaning up after himself meant you might wake up). Every noise seemed to be amplified by a million as he held his breath, finally making it to your kitchen. 

He set the card up on the counter, stepping back to see if it looked angled so that it faced you perfectly when you walked out of your room. Then he pulled out the box with the cupcake in it, careful as he could be to set it up in front of it. He pushed a little candle with a star at the end into the icing, stepping back to admire his work. He reached forward, fixing the candle from where it was just a tad bit too crooked for his liking. And then he moved the cupcake over an inch, lips pressed together. It needed to look perfect for you. He’d stayed up painting this card a few nights ago to ensure that it’d be dry and perfect for you. 

The moment he was satisfied, he turned, quietly making his way toward the door of your apartment.

“Hyunjin?”

He jumped, turning to see that you had been leaning against the open doorway of your bedroom. You were still dressed in your pajamas, cozy and cute as ever. His hand rested over his still-racing heart, cheeks growing warmer by the second. How long had you…?

“Sorry,” you said after a moment, giggling. “Didn’t want to interrupt. You’re cute, y’know?”

His face must be as red as a tomato now. “Happy birthday,” he said after a moment. “I was about to leave–” 

“Don’t.” You looked over at the card he’d painted for you, bypassing the cupcake to pick it up. “Is this what you were painting before?”

He nodded. “Mhm.” He’d told you it was a secret when you asked, promising you’d see it soon. It wasn’t the most subtle thing in his eyes, sure, but he didn’t care for being subtle. You knew he’d do something like this for you anyway. “Do you like it?”

“I love it,” you said as you opened the card to read what he’d written for you. A few moments later, and you looked up at him, gaze so much softer than before. “Hyunjin…”

He’d written a few lines of a poem you’d shown him a while back, citing it as your favorite. Some of the lines he felt were so very you that it just made sense for him to find the poem and carefully write them out. If nothing else… it’d make you smile. The least he could do was make sure you smiled at least once on your birthday. 

“It reminds me of you,” he said as he made his way over. You extended an arm, pulling him into your side with a satisfied hum. “Should I find a lighter? For the candle…?”

“Oh! Should be in one of the drawers over there,” you gestured toward the two nearest the fridge. Carefully, you replaced the card where it once sat, correcting it once before pulling your phone out. “I should get a picture…” 

He smiled to himself, parting from your side to start rummaging through a drawer.

“I have such a sweet boyfriend,” you mumbled under your breath as he heard the sound of your phone’s camera shutter, and then another.

… and it was enough to make Hyunjin drop whatever he’d been holding. “Boyfriend?”

You looked at him, confused. “... Aren’t you?” 

“Yes, but…” His mouth seemed to dry up at once, the word boyfriend bouncing around in his head like a ping-pong ball. Yes. Yes, that’s what he wanted to be for a while, but when did you…? “For how long?”

Another confused blink. “Since… you asked me maybe half a year ago?” 

That long!? 

“Hyunjin…” You cupped a hand over your mouth, realization hitting you all at once. “Were you not asking to be my…? I mean, you didn’t exactly say the word, but I thought that’s what you meant when you said you wanted to be exclusive.” 

… When did he…? Oh. Oh. He’d been tipsy that night, babbling to you endlessly as you helped him get home. It all came back to him: he’d been a little sappier than normal, talking about how cute he found you and how lucky he was that you liked him back… and then he vaguely said something about how he didn’t want you to be with anyone else. Just him. Was that selfish?

(“No,” you had giggled a little as he dropped onto his bed, arm coming to rest over his eyes. “I don’t want you seeing anyone else, either.”)

It was what he meant, but he’d chalked it up to drunk idiot rambling. Why hadn’t you said the word since then…? “I did. I do. I…” 

To his surprise, you just laughed. Warm and vibrant, and sweet as could be. If it had been anyone else, maybe he would have been offended. But you made your way over to him as your laugh quelled, pulling him in for a quick peck on the lips.

“I should have said something sooner,” you said. “I just didn’t want to be the kind of person who kept dropping the ‘boyfriend’ card too often.” 

Why hadn’t his friends said something…?

“Hyunjin?” You rested your hands at his waist. “You okay?”

“You’re… very cute,” he said quietly, smiling as he leaned in and kissed your forehead. And maybe more than I deserve, considering you put up with my dumb moments… “Happy birthday. I like being your boyfriend.” 

“Well… Thank you.” Your nose crinkled a little when you smiled at him. “And good. I like you being my boyfriend, too.” 

[peachviz]

hot take: Han Solo is embarrassing

[ayyponine]

Art update fr january! Two classes dropped bc of holidays and then two more i skipped due to being too tired frm work (SALES...) but. im getting there!

[stardestroyer81]

On this very day four years ago, beloved baby boy Casey Treverton was drawn for the very first time, inevitably giving way to me starting to conceptualize for Override.

Which means today is somebody's very special day! 💙✨⭐

[wardingshout]

hey guys have you ever heard about the game Star Stealing Prince? <- that's a rly cool link

sweet dreams and not so sweet dreams

[harrysfolklore]

nepo boyfriend - fc43

summary: franco colapinto is dating leo messi's daughter, which makes him a "nepo boyfriend"

folkie radio: GUYSSS HERE IT IS! took me a minute to do this requests but there you have it. i had to educate myself on messi lore for this and omg he has the cutest love story with his wife, im obsessed lol. anyway, i hope you like this!

MASTERLIST | MY PATREON

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username1 IT GIRLLL

username2 coolest nepo baby

username3 ESPERA is that franco colapinto??

└ username1 she's been dating franco for years now 👀

└ username4 our boy stealing messi's daughter's heart purrrr

username5 little messi has a boyfriend???

└ username1 yeah he's literally argentina's next f1 star

francolapinto mi hogar está dondequiera que estés ♥️ [home is wherever you are]

└ yn.messi 🫂🤍

username6 imagine your dad being the most famous sportsman ever and dating a cute guy and wearing cute outfits. she has the dream life

username7 i can’t wait for franco to make it to f1 so they become the paddock it couple

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williamsracing BREAKING: Franco Colapinto joins Williams Racing for the rest of the 2024 season. Welcome to the family, @/francolapinto!

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username1 OMFGGGGG

username2 poor logan but franco is really talented he deserves this chance !!

username3 HES SO CUTE HELLO??

yn.messi mi campeón 🫶✨ [my champion]

└ francolapinto ❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥

└ username1 LEO MESSI’S DAUGHTER??

alex_albon Welcome to the team mate!

└ francolapinto gracias Alex! Ready to learn 💪

username4 ARGENTINA IS BACK IN F1

leomessi 👏🏼👏🏼👏🏼

└ username2 LEO COMMENTING ON F1 POST??? history

└ username3 argentina’s pride and joy already

username5 IS HE SINGLE??? PLEASE TELL ME HE IS

username6 new fans you better learn the franco lore bc there’s plenty of it

username7 WAIT UNTIL YOU FIND OUT THAT-

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yn.messi first of many. orgullosa de vos siempre 🤍 [proud of you always]

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username1 awe 🥹🥹🥹🥹

username2 MY BABIES

username3 THEY’RE TOGETHER ???

francolapinto gracias por todo mi amor ❤️ [thank you for everything my love]

└ username3 HE CALLED HER MI AMOR I'M CRYING

└ username1 someone check if i'm breathing

└ yourinstagram i love you!

username4 THE WAY SHE'S BEEN THERE SINCE FOREVER

└ username1 that's real love right there

└ username2 watching them grow together >>>>>>

williamsracing Our favorite supporter 💙

└ yn.messi 🫶🫶

lilymhe welcome! 🥹💗💗

username5 my girl really said forget football i'm going racing

└ username1 leo watching his princess date a racer instead of a footballer: 🧍‍♂️

└ username2 the crossover we didn't know we needed

username6 remember when we thought those pics in buenos aires were edited??

username7 THE MINI MESSI AND THE F1 DRIVER, THIS IS MY ROMAN EMPIRE

username8 first we got leo bringing us the world cup now franco in f1 🇦🇷

└ username2 and yn connecting both worlds, iconic behavior

username9 the way he looks at her in the first pic >>>>>

username10 IM SO CONFUSED RIGHT NOW

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f1gossip 🚨 Williams driver Franco Colapinto spotted with YN Messi (yes, THAT Messi's daughter) at dinner in Monaco

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username1 WAIT WHAT??? HOW DID WE NOT KNOW THIS

└ username2 they've literally been together for like four years 😭

└ username3 where have you been living?? under a rock??

username4 messi's daughter dating an f1 driver?? didn't see this coming

└ username2 she's been at every race supporting him!

username5 they're literally the cutest couple in f1 rn

username6 probably just wants messi's connections for sponsors tbh

└ username2 he literally got the williams seat on merit stfu

└ username3 tell me you know nothing about franco without telling me

username7 she could do better than a pay driver

└ username2 clearly you haven't watched a single f2 race

└ username3 worry about your own life challenge

└ username4 he's literally argentina's biggest racing talent in years

username8 why isn't she dating a footballer instead??

└ username2 because she can date whoever she wants??

username9 they've been together for ages, internet using internet internet explorer fr

└ username3 real ones remember their first spotting in buenos aires

username10 the amount of sponsorship money williams must be getting

username11 this is actually so cute. from f2 to f1 together

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francoupdates here are some pics of franco and yn messi through the years since some of you are new to this

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username1 THE WAY SHE'S ALWAYS BEEN HIS BIGGEST SUPPORTER 😭

username2 power couple since day ONE

username3 that pic of her at the pitwall watching him race >>>>>

└ username1 the way she still does this at every race 🥺

username4 REAL ONES HAVE BEEN HERE

username5 they were so tiny i can’t

username6 LOS AMO

username7 young yn watching franco race vs now analyzing his data

username8 here to spread the colapinto x messi agenda

username9 argentina’s it couple since forever

username10 SIMP BABY FRANCO I CANT

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francolapinto Points ✅ BZRP cap ✅ Nepo boyfriend things ✅

Gracias por el apoyo! [thank you for the support]

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username1 FRANCOOOO 😩😩

username2 he’s never letting the nepo boyfriend thing go i love him

username3 this divaaaa

yn.messi and they said dating messi's daughter got you the seat... weird way to spell pure talent

└ francolapinto clearly i'm the worst nepo boyfriend ever

└ francolapinto te amo hermosa ❤️

└ username1 HELP THEY'RE SO FUNNY TOGETHER

williamsracing More of this please! 💙

username4 worst nepo boyfriend ever actually delivers results

username5 embarrassing nepotism attempt tbh

username6 not him actually being talented and making us all proud

username7 THE ROOKIES BRINGING POINTS HOME

leomessi 🙌🙌 Vamos!

└ username1 JUST ICONIC

└ yn.messi the payment for his permanent seat is due next week don’t forget!

└ username2 IM SCREAMING

username8 the way they're both trolling the haters i love them sm

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yn.messi mi lugar favorito [my favorite place] 🤍 pit stop before mexico city

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username1 AWEEEEE

username2 how can anyone hate this couple

username3 THE. HAND. PLACEMENT.

francolapinto perdiste en fifa mi amor [you lost in fifa]

└ yn.messi te dejo ganar 😌 [i let you win]

└ landonorris exposed by your own girlfriend mate

└ username1 I LOVE THEM SO BAD

leomessi ❤️

username4 this is what we mean by relationship goals

username5 THE WAY SHE EXPOSED HIM ABOUT FIFA 😭

username6 football royalty 🤝 f1

username7 this is such a great crossover i can’t

username8 LOS AMO [i love them]

lilyhme 💗💗

username9 taking franco to her dad’s matches 🥹🥹

username10 i’m so parasocial about them

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francoupdates Franco opens up about his relationship with YN Messi in recent interview:

"I met her at an event in Argentina back in 2019. She didn't even know what DRS was back then and now she corrects my racing lines in the sim. We grew up together through all this - F3, F2, now F1. She's been there through the tough times, sleeping in paddocks, the uncertain seasons. The nepotism jokes are funny because if you knew how many nights we spent budgeting for the next race... Being Leo Messi's daughter was never part of our story. It was just YN and Franco, trying to make it work while chasing a dream and loving each other very much”

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username1 NOT ME CRYING OVER THIS

username2 NOT HIM SAYING SHE CORRECTS HIS RACING LINES 😭

└ yn.messi someone has to 🤷🏻‍♀️

└ username1 HI YN I LOVE YOU 😭

username3 "just YN and Franco" 🥺

└ username2 this is actually so wholesome

username4 "budgeting for the next race" but they said nepotism 🙄

username5 THIS IS THE PUREST THING EVER

username6 MY CORAZON [my heart]

username7 haters don’t know a single thing about their story, they have been soulmates for years now

username8 cute but we do need messi connections for that seat 😩

username9 IF THEY DONT GET MARRIED ISTG

username10 real ones have been here since that buenos aires spotting

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francolapinto added to their stories

[the prettiest is ready for vegas]

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francolapinto 3 more races let's gooo! ready to prove nepotism requires talent sometimes 😌✌🏼 (yn stop rolling your eyes at my jokes mi amor)

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username1 I LOVE HIM SO BAD

username2 he’s never letting the nepo boyfriend jokes go

yn.messi i'll stop rolling my eyes when you stop missing apex points honey 😘

└ francolapinto MI AMOR WHY ARE YOU LIKE THIS

└ alex_albon she's got data to back this up mate

└ williamsracing YN: 1, Franco: 0

└ username1 I LOVE THEM SM

username3 NOT YN ROASTING HIS RACING LINES IN THE COMMENTS

└ username4 MOTHER CHOSE VIOLENCE TODAY

username5 no one can convince me they aren’t the best couple ever

username6 bro got called a nepo boyfriend once and now that’s his brand

landonorris 😂😂😂

username7 okay but when is messi going to get franco a seat fr

username8 worst nepo kid ever he doesn’t even have a seat yeat

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f1gossip Franco Colapinto and YN Messi spotted getting cozy at XS Nightclub in Vegas after qualifying 🎰 Apparently someone forgot Papa Messi might see these 👀

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username1 FRANCO BABY WHAT ARE YOU DOING LEO'S GONNA SEE THIS 💀

└ username2 man's risking it all before his first full season

username2 breaking: franco colapinto will not race tomorrow due to mysterious disappearance

└ username3 leo messi spotted buying a plane ticket to vegas

username4 it was nice knowing you franco 😭

username5 WILLIAMS RACING SUDDENLY LOOKING FOR NEW DRIVER

username6 someone check on franco pls

username7 pov: you forgot your girlfriend's dad is literally lionel messi

username8 leo messi about to show up at williams garage

username9 THEY’RE SO CUTE THO

username10 MY PARENTS ACTUALLY

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yn.messi vegas was fun ‼️ papi please don’t check your phone

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username1 HEEEEEELPP

username2 BESTIE YOU’RE INSANE

alex_albon Kids these days.. they don’t know how you behave

└ username1 imagine alex just babysitting them at the club 😭

username3 BABY WE ALL SAW THE PICS

username4 just in: leonel messi spotted planning vehicular manslaughter

username5 FRANCO MOVE TO ANTARTICA ITS NOT TOO LATE

francolapinto i’m scared..

└ username1 WE ALL ARE

└ username2 THIS IS TOO FUNNY

francolapinto hermosa 😍😍

└ username3 he said yup my gf’s dad could kill me but i’m still thirsting over her

username6 CAUGHT IN 4K AND FULL HD

landonorris 😂😂😂😂 never a dull day with y’all

username7 franco consider witness protection

username8 DROP THE HAIR ROUTINE QUEENIE

alexandrasaintmleux been there donde that…

username9 there goes your possible seat franco leo messi is not paying for it anymore

username10 MENACES

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francoupdates Franco with one of YN’s little brothers in Qatar! The Messi’s are there to watch him race 🥹

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username1 OH MY LORDDDDD

username2 THIS IS SO CUTE IM MELTING

username3 her dad is there to have a chat with franco about those pictures in las vegas

username4 FRANCO SEAT CONFIRMATION INCOMING

username5 this is so adorable and the fact that yn’s brothers know him since they were born lrettt much 🥹🥹

username6 FRANCO YOU’RE SO LOVED

username7 leo be like: hello franco i just want to talk

username8 ARGENTINA’S ROYALTY

username9 yn tried to hide her dad’s phone and he just showed up at the paddock with the whole fam

username10 I LIVE FOR THIS

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f1gossip"Yeah, no pressure right? But honestly, they're like my second family now. Leo's probably more nervous than me - he keeps sending me good luck messages. Thiago and Mateo have been explaining F1 to Ciro all week. And YN... well, she's in bossy mode so she's more focused on telling me where I'm losing time than giving good luck kisses. But having them here means everything." - Franco talking about his girlfriend's family watching him race in Qatar!

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username1 THE WAY HE GETS SHY TALKING ABOUT THEM

username2 leo sending good luck texts is killing me

username3 YN REALLY SAID RACING LINES > KISSES

username4 imagine getting good luck texts from messi 😭

username5 VAMOS FRANCOOOO

username6 messi family taking over qatar paddock we love to see it

username7 NEPO BOYFRIEND THINGSSS

username8 yn's dad is there to buy franco a set soooo trueee

username9 GOOD LUCK KISSES 🥺

username10 the way he lights up mentioning yn though └ username1 even if she's roasting his racing lines 😭

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francolapinto Special helmet for Qatar 🇶🇦Celebrando la copa del mundo [celebrating the world cup] ⭐️⭐️⭐️ Had to honor the greatest of all time and well... my future father in law 😅 Gracias Leo por todo [thank you for everything], specially for not killing me for dating your daughter

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username1 FRANCO OMFG

username2 HE REALLY DID THIS

yn.messi "future father in law" someone's feeling brave today

└ francolapinto had to shoot my shot mi amor

└ username1 HE REALLY WANTS TO DIE TODAY

└ leomessi 👀

username3 DID HE JUST- IS THIS A PROPOSAL HINT???

└ username2 MAN'S REALLY ANNOUNCING HIS INTENTIONS ON MAIN

username4 FRANCO CHOOSING VIOLENCE TODAY

username5 bro using a helmet reveal to ask for blessing, respect

landonorris At least the man’s got game 😂

username6 HELP DID HE JUST SOFT LAUNCH A PROPOSAL

└ username1 leo reading that caption: 🔪

username7 future father in law... franco woke up fearless

username8 LATINO GANG RISE UP VAMOS FRANCO

username9 THE WAY HE JUST ANNOUNCED HIS DEATH WISH

williamsracing Lovely helmet design! Also, security has been increased around the garage

alex_albon might need witness protection after this one mate

└ yn.messi don't worry guys papa already knew about the helmet

└ francolapinto MI AMOR YOU COULD'VE LED WITH THAT 😭

username10 never beating the nepo boyfriend allegations

username11 buttering messi up so he can buy him a seat we know

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yn.messi my nepo boyfriend who couldn't even get a point in his first race just finished his first formula 1 season 🥹 so proud of you mi amor, from watching you race karts to F1... i'd say dating the goat’s daughter worked out pretty well 😌❤️ @/francolapinto

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username1 THIS IS SO CUTE

username2 the second pic i’m SOBBING

francolapinto from being the worst nepo boyfriend to getting points... all thanks to you mi amor ❤️

└ yn.mesi you're still the worst nepo boyfriend but i love you

└ alex_albon get a room you two

williamsracing Nepo strategy successful ✅

username3 living the nepo dream fr

username4 THE WAY SHE'S ALWAYS BEEN HIS BIGGEST SUPPORTER 😭

username5 from karting girlfriend to f1 wag upgrade

username6 they keep bringing up the nepo boyfriend thing 😭

└ username1 she'll never let him live it down

username7 YN AND FRANCO SUPREMACY

username8 the nepo jokes never get old

alexandrasaintmleux 🥹🥹🥹🥹

leomessi Estamos muy orgullosos ❤️

└ username1 THIS IS SO ADORABLE

└ username2 franco you’re so loved

username8 SHE'S SO PROUD OF HIM I'M CRYING

└ username2 the way she never stops teasing him though

username9 MY PARENTS SINCE THAT FIRST BUENOS AIRES SPOTTING

username10 OUR BEST WAG NEEDS TO STAY

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francolapinto What a year... Couldn't have done this without my biggest supporter since karting days @/yn.messi ❤️ Thank you for believing in me even when I was "the worst nepo boyfriend" 😅

And to the entire Messi family - gracias por hacerme sentir parte de la familia desde el primer día. Leo, gracias por confiarme lo más precioso que tienen (y por no matarme todavía).

[thank you for making me feel part of the family since day one. Leo, thank you for trusting me with your most precious treasure (and for not killing me yet).]

Time to work harder for 2025 💪🏼

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username1 FRANCOOO OMFG

username2 this is so CUTE

yn.messi still the worst nepo boyfriend but i guess you're MY worst nepo boyfriend ❤️

└ francolapinto te amo mi amor

└ username1 THEY’RE THE CUTEST

username3 “trusting me with your most precious treasure” IM DEADDDD

username4 man wrote a whole love letter to the messis

└ username1 AS HE SHOULD

leomessi You’re family 🤍 [eres familia]

username5 NOT LEO SAYING HE'S FAMILY I'M CRYING

└ username2 from fearing leo to being adopted by him

williamsracing Family ✅ Points ✅ 2025 loading...

└ username3 GIVE HIM A SEAT

username6 THE SECOND PIC, THEY WERE LITTLE BABIES

username7 THE WAY HE THANKED THE WHOLE FAMILY 😭

└ username1 securing that messi blessing

[gaypirate420]

Kaleidoscope // Viktor

S2!Viktor x gender neutral!reader.

Summary: You're staring at his eyes.

Fluff. Spoilers!!!!

Viktor stares at his hand, that purple flowing and metallic skin. He just healed? Cured? an addict from the undercity, his mismatched pupils look up.

At you.

You followed behind when he left Jayce's lab, you were too determined and he didn't fight as hard as he wanted, in other times he would tell you to stay with Jayce, stay safe. He didn't keep you away from the Hexcore without reason, but he couldn't fight, as much as his mind was screaming at him, he just nodded monotonously after a couple of pleas.

Your eyes meet his, you sit down in front of him, whimpering slightly, after the explosion of the Council left you with an injured leg.

His eyes dart back down, he could just reach out and you wouldn't be in pain anymore but he closes his fingers and lowers his hand to his lap. He needs to understand a little more about this new... identity of his before he even attempts to touch you in any sort of way, he doesn't want to risk it. Sky disappeared in front of him like dust in the wind, he can't do that to you.

You smiled softly. His furrowed eyebrows soften.

"How are you feeling?" You asked with a soft whisper. He sighs, his eyes don't leave yours, in one hand he isn't feeling pain, that ache, that little needle-like sensation that infested his leg and back since he had memory. But on the other hand, he doesn't feel much, he isn't scared but also not happy, he isn't completely aware of what is happening but he is not mindless.

You keep looking at him, that smile doesn't falter and that is comforting. You're not scared of him not even after what you just saw.

"I don't know." He answers, there's a small shiver down your back, his speech pattern has changed, it's slow and monotone but there's some sparkles of emotions in it, it's not like he has talked much for you to completely understand yet.

You nod at his words, God you were so patient with him, always have been.

Your eyes don't leave his, the amber eyes he held are nowhere to be found, now a duller color replaces them but there's this drop of cyan, maybe crimson at times that moves around the two irises.

"Is there something wrong?" He asks, you shake your head.

"Nothing wrong, Vitya. I'm just looking at your eyes." You speak softly, scooting a little closer towards him.

Vitya.

His lips twitch ever so slightly, yes he is your Vitya, at least he thinks he is and you don't seem to look at him any differently, there's still that deep affection in your eyes, of course there is worry in your gaze, but the devoted love remains.

"What's with them?" He speaks again.

"They're different..." You whispered as you leaned your face closer. He doesn't move, he remembers the feeling, after years of being with you his heart still went wild when you approached, but now it's dull, but it's there. He knows it is, it's just a little distant, just in the tip of his fingers.

"Like- copper...but...there's this- bleeding of color.." You whispered as your eyes fixated on his, you were so close. Your breath against his face, lips near that beauty mark you loved to kiss.

"Like a kaleidoscope." You whispered, you didn't pull away, you missed having him so close. Viktor nods at your words, he hasn't seen himself fully yet.

You two stare at each other for a couple of seconds. Your hand hesitantly reaches up and cups his face, muscle memory is a hell of a thing, he immediately nuzzles his face against your hand. It's familiar yet he feels like this is the first time touching you.

He feels you. Not just your gentle hand or soft skin, you. It's a different kind of touch, like he's touching your soul, your very being.

You contain your excitement. He is still there. You smiled softly. His eyes flutter as he feels a faint sensation of your lips against his beauty mark.

He stays silent. It was dull, like a ghost touched him yet like every star in the sky placed a kiss upon his face.

"Will you do that again, please?" He whispers, meeting your eyes once more.

A/N: (Divider) Hiiii, hope you like this, I wasn't sure about writing something so fast, but I needed to get rid of the feeling. I loved Act 1, it was worth staying up til 5 am, Viktor has bewitched my soul completely, I don't have a lot of opinions, just questions, I'm going to wait until the whole season is over to talk about it and the characters. Enjoy the fic! Send requests please.

[afterglowsainz]

warm | oscar piastri

part 2

pairing: oscar piastri x reader

summary: when two members of the friend group get secretly together it all seems to be okay, but will they be able to keep their situation with no strings attached?

fc: different girls from pinterest

a/n: it’s still april 6 where i’m at so happy birthday oscar 🎉 enjoy my favorite trope in the world (star-crossed lovers) pt. 2 will be coming some time this week :)

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yourusername party with the boysss 👯

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username hi icon

username i love her aesthetic

username prettiest girl

francisca.cgomes 😽

username how can you look at the drivers when she’s right THERE

username pick me vibes

username 😍😍

username she’s my best friend she just doesn’t know it yet

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oscarpiastri home sweet home 🇦🇺

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username your honor he’s EVERYWHERE

username nonchalant king

yourusername i think i might’ve seen you on a billboard but i’m not sure

oscarpiastri i’m sure you did

username their friendship is what i aspire to have

username good luck this season oscar!!

landonorris too much of this

oscarpiastri cry

username can’t escape him

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yourusername obsessed with this place🥢

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username and i’m obsessed with you

username the face card killed me

lilymhe mother

yourusername 你是 (you are)

username y/n 😍😍😍

username the girlies best friend 💗💗

carlossainz55 you should move here

yourusername i’m hiding your ipad

troyesivan ate

yourusername 😎

yourusername’s instagram stories

[caption 1: 😋] [caption 2: 📍suzuka international circuit]

oscarpiastri’s instagram stories

[caption 1: 🥳]

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f1gossip oscar piastri was seen yesterday after the japanese grand prix partying in company of an unknown girl

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username this is the first thing i saw when i woke up btw

username oh to be the unknown girl partying with oscar 😩

username the way he’s grabbing her you’d think they’ve been dating for a while

username why do these things don’t happen to ME

username these news had to be delivered to me more delicately 😔

username no babe i’m not okay oscar was kissing a random girl and it wasn’t me

username like jb would say, that should be me

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yourusername 🌺

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username she won’t be at the triple header? 🥺

username i could’ve sworn she would since she was in japan :(

username it’s weird cause she said at the beginning of the year she was excited to go to bahrain and jeddah

username 🧐

username so so pretty 🥰

username noooo why is she back in monaco 😭

alexandrasaintmleux miss you 🤍 (liked by yourusername)

username it’s actually strange cause isn’t she in pr? she should be there

username the complete change in aesthetics is confusing me

maxverstappen1 come back the kids miss you

yourusername i’m actually chilling with jimmy, sassy, donut and nino pretty hard

maxverstappen1 :0

charles_leclerc miss us

yourusername or what

charles_leclerc i’ll revoke your leo privileges

yourusername alexandrasaintmleux this is abuse 😔

carlossainz55 i think you took the wrong flight btw

yourusername i think i’m good actually

landonorris i don’t like this joke anymore

yourusername 🤪

[gojosconsort]

emo boy gets his girl (and gets it on)

𓂃୨ৎ you’re the top model who broke choso’s heart years ago, and he’s the rockstar whose career skyrocketed after. when he performs at your fashion show, the tension explodes until he ends up in your hotel room.

𓂃୨ৎ pairing. afab!reader x singer!choso kamo

𓂃୨ৎ warnings. mdni. sobbing during sex, oral sex (m & f receiving), creampie, praise kink, possessive behavior, little angst

singer!choso was your boyfriend three years ago, a quiet musician with dark hair and songs written just for you. you, a model starting to book big gigs, ended things when your career pulled you away. “it’s too hard,” you said, leaving him crushed, begging, “we can make it work.” you walked away. he channeled the pain into music, and his heartbreak anthems turned him into a global star.

singer!choso who is now a rockstar. his songs about you top the charts, and fans chant your name at shows, knowing you inspired the lyrics. you’re a supermodel, walking for chanel and dior, but hearing his voice everywhere stings. the media loves your breakup, calling it “the split that fueled his fame.”

singer!choso is booked to perform at your biggest runway yet—victoria’s secret, with flashing lights and a massive crowd. you’re the star, closing the show in lingerie and wings. when you hear he’s singing, your heart races—you haven’t seen him since the breakup. backstage, you’re adjusting your outfit, nervous, while he’s checking his guitar, already looking for you.

singer!choso steps onstage, his voice carrying a new song about love and loss. you hit the runway, and his eyes find you immediately, intense and unblinking. the crowd senses the connection—cameras catch you hesitating for a moment, his voice faltering on, “thought you were gone.” and social media eats it up.

singer!choso tracks you down backstage, still sweaty from the stage. you’re in heels and diamonds, catching your breath. “y/n,” he says, voice low, “you’re still stunning.”

singer!choso follows you to your hotel, paparazzi snapping grainy photos. you say it’s “just to talk,” but he’s kissing you at the door, desperate, “i missed you so much.” you tug his shirt off, “need you now.” clothes fall fast, and you’re tangled in bed, bodies pressed close.

singer!choso drops to his knees, eyes glistening, “let me make you feel good.” his tongue moves deep, moaning, “you taste so good.” you grab his hair, gasping, and he’s crying, “thought i’d never have you.” he keeps going until you cum, trembling, his tears mixing with your release as he kisses your thighs.

singer!choso is aching, breathing hard, “your turn, baby.” he guides you to suck him, “fuck, just like that.” tears fall as you take him deep, his voice shaky, “you’re so pretty—wanted this for years.” he praises you, “love you, always,” and cums hard, sobbing, gripping your hair gently.

singer!choso pulls you close, tears still wet, “everything’s been hollow since you left. fame doesn’t mean shit without you.” you stroke his hair, “i missed you too—didn’t realize how much.” he holds you tight, “you’re my everything.”

singer!choso who lays you back, “i need you—need to feel you.” slides in slow, tears in his eyes, “fuck, you’re perfect.” he fucks you deep, voice breaking, “you’re mine, right? say it.” you moan, “yours, choso.” he’s sobbing, “love you—always will,” moving with desperate need, holding you like you’ll vanish.

singer!choso who picks up speed, hands gripping your hips, “can’t stop—need you too much.” he’s possessive, “nobody else gets you—only me.” you nod, “only you,” and he’s wrecked, “gonna fuck you ‘til you’re mine forever.” tears stream down his face, “thought i lost you—never again.”

singer!choso who is close, voice trembling, “gonna cum—can i stay inside?” you nod, and he’s sobbing, “fuck, you’re mine.” thrusts hard until you both cum, him spilling deep, “take it—love you.” he collapses, tears soaking your skin, whispering, “don’t leave me again.”

singer!choso who holds you close, still emotional, “every song was about you—couldn’t let go.” you murmur, “i’m here now.” he kisses you softly, “just don’t go.” you fall asleep in his arms, his warmth wrapping around you, both of you finally at peace, even if just for now.

singer!choso who wakes to chaos—twitter’s buzzing: “choso and y/n reunion at vs show?!” paparazzi photos of you leaving the hotel are everywhere. headlines speculate, “exes back together?” fans scream, “the songs were her!” your team pushes you to deny it, but choso posts a lyric, “found my heart.” it’s clearly you <3

[cosmic-dust-poltergeist]

Pt. 4 of the clone/reincarnation au. The bats find out Danny can be scary.

[Pt 3 here] [Pt 5 here]

Tim is pissed and terrified. He's frantically trying to find a way out of the current situation without Danny regressing on all his progress.

Danny had been with their family for almost 2 years and had come such a long way from the scared kid he was in the beginning. He's going to therapy and can handle interacting with people in general without help. He still tends to cling to familiar people in new situations, but it doesn't have to be Tim or Cass. He goes to school now as Damian's "under socialized and traumatized twin". The official story is that he was separated from Damian, then abused and denied a proper education because he was the second born as well as a meta. It's a believable story between the batfam and Danny's own behavior. But Danny has gotten so much better!

Sure, Danny still has some major issues and won't admit to having someone else's memories, but he's actively working on the former and the batfam is figuring out how to bring up the later without spooking the kid. Tim's not sure if Danny thinks they believe his flimsy excuses over weird comments or the constellations in his room that don't exist or not, but no one wants to push him. It's obvious he had a family that is all now dead, and he was experimented on until he died in the 90s or early 2000s, before he was somehow reincarnated or something into a clone's body. The running theory is that Lazarus waters were used to prolong his original life before he was tortured to death, and his soul or something got connected to the pit somehow during that time, so when that same pit water was then put in a soulless husk, Danny's essence started changing it to reflect that. It took a year and a half to get a blood sample from Danny without him panicking, but the result? Danny's blood's "plasma" is concentrated Lazarus waters, it's "purer" and thicker than the normal stuff. They had to keep their questions and tests light because the moment they commented on his weird blood, Danny had the largest meltdown he had in months, so currently, most of their theories are theoretical. Kid has a LOT of medical trauma.

But Tim is getting off topic. The reason he's freaking out is because the family got caught as civilians. It was supposed to be a nice day out. Tim, Bruce, Damian, Dick, and Danny were out at the mall. Jason was supposed to meet up with them for lunch since it was just a bonding trip. But they can't have nice things.

The only plus side of this situation is Jason hadn't arrived. And this is a plus, because the kidnappers? Joker and his goons.

It was an awful coincidence, even Joker looked surprised to see he had the Waynes. Dick, Damian, and Bruce do their best to keep the mad man's attention away from Tim and Danny. Danny's trembling form is pressed to Tim's back.

"Why does it have to be clowns? Why does it have to be clowns?" Danny is mumbling hysterically. Tim doesn't think Danny has interacted with any sort of clown while with them. Clowns are hard to come by in Gotham for obvious reasons. Meaning this is a Before trauma.

"Tell a different jok-" Dick is cut off by being hit in the face. He yelps as his nose breaks with an audible crunch and starts cursing up a storm.

Tim blocks out his family's shouting and the Joker's taunting to focus on Danny. The kid completely frozen when Dick yelped.

"Danny?" Tim whispers, only to have a gun pulled on him.

"Got something to say, brat?"

"N-no." Tim is panicking, Danny is no longer pressed into his back.

"Good. Now- What the fuck???" The goon clown's stupid face is drawn into a look of horror as he looks over Tim's shoulder.

Tim chances a look over his shoulder to find a terrifying and massive creature where his sweet little brother is supposed to be. And as Tim studies it's starry void figure, all long limbs, eerie glowing, low hissing, what looks like a crown of ice, and face of beautiful pulsing stars that move with it's expression, he KNOWS this IS his baby brother. He briefly wonders if this is how he looked Before, before remembering the gunmen.

"Shit! Don't shoo-!" Tim isn't fast enough and watches in horror as the clowns fire at Danny. His terror is for nothing though as Danny turns them both intangible til the gunfire stops. Then, his feral void creature of a brother attacks. Mauling every single clown in his sight. And Tim can respect that.

He does desperately need to get out of his binds though. Danny is going to have such a massive relapse in his ability to trust them not to hurt him because of this, and Tim takes his job as Danny's "security person" seriously. He NEEDS to be there when Danny is done taking care of the clowns.

"Re-replacement?" Tim has never been so happy to hear Jason's Red Hood mechanical voice.

"Get me untied NOW" Tim spins and demands. "He's terrified, Jay!"

"What?" Jason is totally bewildered, but complying. "Where's Danny?"

"Mauling clowns." Tim grimaces, really hoping no one dies. Danny would be devastated if he accidentally killed someone in his panic.

"THAT'S Danny???"

"Yes. Now shut up. Untie the others and help them check on everyone. I'm going to make sure our little brother doesn't have a complete breakdown that puts us back to square one." Tim tells him and starts booking it after Danny, following the trail of decimated goons. When he catches up, Danny is slamming Joker into the ground and freezing him there. Tim grabs an abandoned gun and shoots the remaining goons in the kneecaps while edging closer.

Danny says something in a language Tim has only heard when Danny is deliriously tired. Tim chucks the gun as far away from them as he can before stepping closer with his hands raised. He projects as much of his concern and thankfulness and love for Danny into his body as physically capable.

"Danny, we're safe now. You kept us safe, kiddo."

There's another gargle of his unknown language before his form shrinks then with great big flash Danny is back to his tiny fae-like form. Tim shoots forward when Danny begins to sway and wraps his little brother in a hug.

"T'm.." Danny slurs.

"I got you. I got you." Tim mutters. It's a little awkward since Danny is only just shorter than him, but Tim picks Danny up in a princess carry, tucking the kid's face in his shoulder and booking it back to their family.

"Tim?? Danny??" Dick shouts, and Danny flinches, sending Tim into his own feral spiral. He literally bares his teeth when the others get too close, making them all pause. They luckily recognize his tales. He's had a lot of feral episodes in front of them since Danny. "Okay. Okay. We'll stay right here, Timmy."

"I'm taking him home."

"Okay... I'll have Alfred pick us up." Bruce easily accepts.

"We'll deal with the cops, Drake." Damian is eyeing Danny with a heartwarming amount of concern. Too bad Tim is too keyed up to appreciate how cute the little demon is being.

Tim takes off again without a word, bundling Danny into the passenger seat of the car they took to get here. Once he's all buckled in, Tim jumps in the drivers seat and peals out of there. He's glad this car isn't a manual because it means Tim can gently reach over and take Danny's trembling hand. He rubs soothing circles with his thumb.

"You're okay, kiddo, I'll keep you safe." Tim mutters to him. "Even if I have to fight the world. I will keep you safe."

Danny starts crying softly somewhere along the way back to the manor. Tim REALLY wishes Cass wasn't in Hong Kong right now.

"Movie, music, or quiet?" Tim asks, starting the breakdown protocol they set up together. It's basically just give Danny comfort options to focus on and tapping or holding up fingers to indicate his choices. Danny taps Tim's hand twice.

"Snacks or no snacks?" 2 taps

"Water, juice, or tea?" 3 taps

"Alfred's choice or do you have something in mind?" 1 tap

"Am I or you showering first? I want to get the clown cooties off me." This time there's a tiny giggle with the tap.

"Should I stay in the room talking or such I wait outside?" The hand in Tim's grips his hand so hard he's sure he heard his bones creek, but he keeps all signs of pain off his face. A single tap.

They pull into the driveway and find Alfred standing in the doorway. Tim quietly greets him as they climb out of the car.

"I hate to ask, but could you make us some tea before you leave? We'll be in Danny's room once we're both cleaned up."

"Of course, young master. Your father and siblings will be otherwise engaged for a while. I do not have to leave for another 20 minutes at the very least and I shall have it ready in 10."

"You're a lifesaver!" Tim cheers before picking Danny up in another princess carry. Danny simply clings to him and let's him. "Do you want one of my hoodies for tonight?"

There's a nod pressed to his shoulder. While Danny is nearly as tall as Tim, he's significantly thinner and lighter, so he still drowns in Tim's hoody. The kid doesn't want to be a vigilante the way the rest of them are. He rather be the guy in the chair or upgrading the bat tech. He doesn't find the appeal in punching criminals and his bouts of being nonverbal being his excuses when asked about it. Which is valid, but Tim knew there was more to it.

Bruce actually shed happy tears over one of his kids not wanting to fight crime and being safe.

Tim walks them through their routine. It makes Danny relax bit by bit. He's nearly completely calm by the time they're comfortably shut in the small space of Danny's bed, tea sitting on the small shelf that was part of the bunk bed's original frame, Tim's phone is playing soft music from than same shelf, and fairy lights casting the whole inclosed space in a soft light. Tim cuddles this poor kid close, but is careful to not get in the way of his iPad.

"Do you want to tell me about it?" Tim whispers.

[I guess I have to now..]

"You don't. Sure, I'd appreciate if you told me, but I love you more than my need for answers." They fall back into silence as Danny thinks about it. Tim refuses to rush him and it rewarded for it.

[You knew there was more going on than a mutation, didn't you?]

"Yes.. You're not always as subtle as you think you are."

[My sister, Jazz, said the same.]

"Older siblings, so long as they're doing their job, are bound to realize something is up." Tim smiles. Committing the new name to memory.

[Yeah...] Danny sniffles a little. [I have memories from a life before I was a clone.]

"I know." Danny whips his head around to stare at Tim with wide eyes. "You let little things slip, and I am nothing if not diligent in knowing my precious people and keeping them safe."

[Stalker] Danny gives him a teasing smile, and Tim playfully pretends to be wounded, before Danny looks serious again and Tim matches the energy. [I lived for about 15 years before the 2 I've been here. I am actually Damian's age, despite how I behave.]

"Trauma does funny things to people. I don't see any reason we couldn't indulge you and make you happy."

[I have several theories about why I regress. One is good ol' trauma, but the other is because my core is only 3 years old.]

"Core?"

[All infinite realm beings and some liminals have a core. It's basically your entire being and all your organs in one. It's the most intimate thing to expose your core to someone. And if you crack a core, that's attempted murder/murder depending on how bad it is.] Danny pauses before adding [The core is your everything and will use ectoplasum to create a physical representation and use powers. The buzzing Jon and Kon heard was my core, it's what gave me powers, and I'm positive it's why I no longer look like Damian.]

"Huh...I thought your soul got tied to the Lazarus Pit or something."

[Not far off. Lazarus Pit is corrupted ectoplasum. But my core was implanted into this body by my mentor.]

"Who?"

[Clockwork. He keeps the time safe. He tried to help me, but he's very busy and the observers mess with him to keep him from noticing something is wrong.] Danny fiddles with his stylus. [He was devastated when he found what was left of me in that lab. They did so many experiments before cutting my human body to shreds til I was just my core. But I'm not a normal ecto entity who can heal from losing their body. Their bodies are just ectoplasum, they can regenerate what they need and reform.]

Tim runs a soothing hand over Danny's arm.

[But I'm an abomination even to ecto entities.]

"How so?"

[The way my core formed was unusual. I was a mostly normal human until I was 14. I was just a stupid kid showing his friends his insane parents' lab. My parents were walking OSHA violations on a good day, and I was just a kid growing in a delicate situation.]

Tim had a sick feeling, knowing this wasn't a good memory.

[One second I was just the town weirdos' completely human kid, the next I had most of the city's power grid electrocuting me to death while a portal to the infinite realm opened on top of me, flooding me with ectoplasum, that revived me. Over and over and over and over again til suddenly I was able to escape, but the damage was done. I was suddenly something called a Halfa. Not truly a human, nor truly an ecto entity. Both and neither.]

"Damn, I'm guessing neither party accepted you."

[Not at first. When "ghosts" started escaping and hurting humans, not always realizing that's what they're doing, I was the only one that could do anything. So I did. I became a vigilante. It didn't go smoothly at first, but eventually I understood them and property damage decreased drastically. Only the script flipped and suddenly there was a government agency and my ghost hating parents hunting all ghosts. Nothing and no one was safe and I had to step up again to keep people who hated me safe.]

"They caught you." It wasn't a question, but Danny nods all the same.

[I got caught. I had less rights than a lab rat. I don't want to think about all that happened there, but they eventually slowly started cutting away my human body. But I'm a halfa. I need a human body and my core was a mere infant. That's when Clockwork finally found me. He apologized over and over to my core while trying to find me a new body that was soulless. He told me he'd find somewhere I'd be safe. And next thing I know I was in this body, in an entirely new dimension, and being told to KILL my template?? I was really relating to Dani (my clone sent to kill me) on the way to that roof. I knew I couldn't kill Damian, I never want to kill anyone, but I was still curious enough to go looking. And you know the rest.]

"I'm sorry about how hard your life has been. You didn't deserve any of that. It's okay to be absolutely wrecked after everything that happened."

[Thanks]

"One last question. What was that form earlier?"

[It's new. I guess I have 3 forms now? There's this one obviously, but I also have one that looks like how I used to look. It has all my scars, but is more powerful. I don't like looking at it. Too much hurt. And now I have the one you saw. It felt like a physical manifestation of my obsession of space and my need to protect. Obsessions can influence how an ecto entity looks. A ghost's obsession is everything to them and can get depressed or violent when denied fulfilling it. Indulging in it heals, sooths, and powers them.]

"Not hard to guess yours." Tim teases before pushing the iPad away and putting Danny's cup of tea in his hands. "Thank you for telling me. I know it was hard for you."

Danny shrugs. They drink their tea is silence for a while before Danny yawns, making Tim yawn.

"Guess this means naptime." Tim puts the cups up before burying them both in Danny's fluffy space themed blankets. They're out in moments.

The next day, and with Danny's permission, Tim explains to the rest of the batfam what Danny told him. They fret over and reassure Danny they aren't scared of him, they're not sending him away, he's staying with them as long as he wants. The whole situation is a big step back in their progress in making Danny feel safe, but they all work through it. And Danny starts to willingly share more of his past and "ghost"ness.

They do have to explain to the police that, yes, Danny has a second scary form, and yes, Tim knows how to shoot a gun, but it was self-defense. There's a security video of it all, so it's all indisputable. Everyone is pissed when the video is leaked despite the Waynes best efforts, so the family gets even more protective of Danny.

Damian goes full guard dog when they return to school. Growling and snapping at anyone who so much as looks at Danny funny.

Tim is just relieved he can honestly tell Danny no one died during the mall incident. Sure, more than a few of the goons are crippled in some way, and the Joker is paralyzed from the neck down, but no one died. Danny still feels bad about it, but that's because he's a genuinely nice person who didn't have to be domesticated into not using excessive force.