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iamred-iamyellow · 1 month ago

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⋆ ˚｡⋆౨ৎ˚ Santa Tell Me

♥ masterlist | request rules | 12 days of ficmas

♥ featuring: franco colapinto, lewis hamilton, charles leclerc, carlos sainz, lando norris, and oscar piastri

♥ synopsis: christmas traditions/activities with the drivers

♥ as always none of the pictures are mine

♥ warnings: swearing and vaguely suggestive content !!!

♥ a/n: second day of ficmas !

❅ ── 𝑭𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒐 𝑪𝒐𝒍𝒂𝒑𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐

-your boyfriend Franco has zero pr training and is pretty chronically online. unfortunately for you he came across one of those tiktoks of a girl dressing herself in wrapping paper to the Santa Tell Me lyrics: "oh I wanna let him unwrap me, get on top of him by the fireplace" and suggested you should do it.

"you look amazing mi amor" he laughed as you stepped out into the living room. you were dressed in wrapping paper with a white bow tied around your waist, per his request. once the video was done recording Franco slipped his hands onto your waist, crinkling the decorative paper in the process. "¿Deberíamos hacer lo que sugiere la canción?" (should we do as the song suggests?) he asked while biting his lip and looking between the couch and the fireplace. "this was the only reason you wanted to do this, wasn't it?" you raised a brow. "(eh)...si," he smiled causing you to laugh.

-speaking from personal experience, a latino family christmas can be a huge event. be prepared to meet family members he doesn't even know himself

-KING of joke gifts. probably gets you a duolingo premium membership and his own merch

❅ ── 𝑳𝒆𝒘𝒊𝒔 𝑯𝒂𝒎𝒊𝒍𝒕𝒐𝒏

-gives you the most thoughtful gifts you've ever received. whether it's expensive or not; he'd buy you a planet if he could.

-christmas vacations are a must. you travel everywhere you can in every break. bonus points if roscoe can tag along.

-to lewis christmas is all about giving back. donating to charity, helping out with F1a, and of course, building bee houses.

-seb added you to a small group chat called “family christmas” and invited the two of you over for holiday. they really did see you as family (or maybe his kids just wanted to see your dog)

❅ ── 𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒍𝒆𝒔 𝑳𝒆𝒄𝒍𝒆𝒓𝒄

-the Leclerc family Christmas will definitely be something you look forward to in the future. all the mismatched colors clashed in the most harmonious way the minute you stepped through the door. the tree was covered with ornaments, two red ferrari ones front and center, and there was enough ribbon to fill a small isle in a craft store

-they even had a stocking with your name on it

-you were probably forced to wear a matching ugly christmas sweater for family photos

“alright,” pascale said, shooing everyone from the frame. “one with just the happy couple!” “maman…” charles sighed with a smile, shaking his head. “charles! we’re making memories here!” “yeah charles, we’re making memories.” you giggled.

-after the holidays you most likely took a longggg vacation with pierre and kika

❅ ── 𝑪𝒂𝒓𝒍𝒐𝒔 𝑺𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒛

-expensive expensive gifts. channel, LV, dior? you name it he got it.

-you told him it was such a sweet gesture but you didn’t really need all of those luxuries.

-in response: remember that pink thong with chilli's that valtteri gave to him? yeah, this christmas he gave that to you.

-in all seriousness he loves the winter break. his love languages are physical touch and quality time, so you can guarantee he’ll spend as much time as possible with you. tons of cuddles and his phone will definitely be on silent.

-christmas dinner? no no no, christmas pancakes.

❅ ── 𝑳𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒐 𝑵𝒐𝒓𝒓𝒊𝒔

─ lando is much more hot girl summer than winter bimbo so the two of you probably spend a lot of your winter in sunny areas like ibiza.

-for the week of christmas eve however he flew the two of you back to England in order to do all those classic winter things.

-gingerbread houses! except he’s probably eating all the frosting behind your back AND eating the house as you make it.

“lando!” you gasped dramatically as he broke off a side of the gingerbread roof and bit into it. “what?” he laughed. you peered inside the open house, two tiny cookie people inside. “you’re destroying their home.” he grabbed one of the gingerbread men and bit off its leg with a taunting smirk.

❅ ── 𝑶𝒔𝒄𝒂𝒓 𝑷𝒊𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒊

-you forced him to listen to justin bieber’s christmas album while you decorated the house and had a heated argument over whether home alone 1 or 2 was better

-if your not oscar’s close family, you cannot reach him during christmas. he’s spending time with the people he loves, therefore he’s off the grid (pun intended)

-ice skating king. he’s honestly shockingly good at it despite not not doing it often. he’s definitely that one guy who can do all the tricks

-like lewis, he gives the most endearing gifts ever. he’s the most wholesome boyfriend

-dressing up his dogs together! you got them these soft sweaters and tons of christmas treats for them. it resulted in the cutest pictures and even a feature on @albon_pets

✧˖ °. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁‧₊˚ . ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁˖°✧

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lena-in-a-red-dress · 4 months ago

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Musician Age Gap AU Pt 20 of 20

The first year, Kara knows she made the right decision. But that doesn't make it any easier. She retreats for a good week and a half before she forces herself out of her apartment to walk the streets of National City. Day after day she wanders, until one afternoon a spot of color catches her eye.

A butterfly alights on a park bench-- perhaps, Kara thinks, the same one she and Lena had sat upon-- and sits, lightly winking its wings open and closed. It seems out of place, even in the park, at odds with the industrial buildings and zooming cars. Kara sits and stares, thinking unable to help the next thought that runs through her mind.

I wish I could show Lena.

There's nothing that says she can't... the split was amicable, and maybe-- maybe they could still manage to be friends. But as soon as Kara snaps the picture on the phone, she knows she can't. They were never really just friends, were they?

She almost deletes the picture. But at the last minute, she simply slips it into a new folder in her photos app. There it lives, soon to be joined by other images she captures on her walks.

Kara sends a few to Esme, just to satisfy her trigger finger that wants to fire the thing off to Lena. On Kara's birthday a few weeks later, Esme gifts her a slip of paper with an instagram username and password. When she logs in she finds a carefully curated feed of her National City photos, with simple descriptions and minimal hashtags.

It takes her breath away, to see the images reframed not as the product of her heartache, but as hidden glimpses into the city. It makes them less her guilty pleasures, and more... a gift.

It sparks something in Kara, inspires her to continue, and expand her horizons beyond city limits. She starts hiking, first with Esme, then on her own. She buys a real camera and enrolls in classes to learn how to use it.

By the start of year two without Lena, she's hopping planes to other countries, other continents, in search of secret vistas to capture. Her instagram turns into a sister channel for a travel blog, which gains her followers and a small amount of popularity online. She's careful, though, not to put her face on it. She operates faceless, under the penname of KD, and that's enough for her.

She can't say if she hides her identity to ensure any traction she gains is for her work rather than her brief stint as a celebrity's date, or whether it's to keep her work more honest (its more rewarding to find areas on her own, to travel on her own terms than it is be sponsored or reviewing upon request). Or maybe it's simply to avoid the restrictions that notoreity had put on Lena. Not that Kara thought her site could elevate her to such a status, but... she's content with who she is, and how she is.

Every so often, the magazines and tabloids explode with news of Lena, and each time Kara's heart breaks a little-- even as it beats a little harder.

First, there's a bit of a hubbub about ownership rights of Lena's first three album masters. But then, six months later, Morgan Edge is indicted on charges of sexual assault, sexual harrassment, sexual abuse of minors, and emotional abuse. Lena isn't listed among the identified plaintiffs, but Kara knows. Kara knows, and her hear breaks.

The world is shocked when Lena testifies to her own abuse at Morgan's hands, the world is shocked, but Kara isn't.

Kara *is* surprised when news breaks of Lena obtaining new management shortly after the trial. Though the press frames it as Lillian retiring, Kara knows nothing short of a cataclysmic schism could cause a split between Lena and her mother.

And when Lena does release new music, three years after she leaves Kara in Alex's driveway, it sounds... different. Not a bad different. A good different. Kara has known since Paris that Lena's personal life fuels her songwriting, and it's clear that's still the case-- just as its clear that this album had been written in the midst of the legal battles and personal journey of confronting her abuser and coming out the other side.

When Kara listens, she hears acceptance, empowerment, and forgiveness. She hears Lena's value in herself, and a strength in herself that Lena has fully embraced. One song in particular resonates, not just with Kara but seemingly the entire planet. When Kara watches the VMAs with Esme that year, Lena performs *that* song with a full chorus of women behind her, making it a veritable anthem for victims' strength.

If Kara cries, she knows she's not the only one. It may no longer be her place to be proud of Lena, but she is. She is so, so proud.

After that, Lena becomes more visible. She takes more interviews, more guest appearances on talk shows to both advertise her new album and to advocate for victims and the charities that proceeds from the album will support. Kara doesn't go looking for these interviews, but when she sees one playing in the airport lounge she can't help but stop and watch, and marvel at the peace she can see in Lena's features.

Right around her birthday, five years into her travel-photography life, Kara readily accepts Esme's invitation to help her tour Metropolis University. They make a weekend of it, including sight seeing around the city, and even getting last minute seats to the taping of a talk show.

To their shock and surprise, the guest who walks out is Lena herself.

Kara clutches Esme's wrist, who blanches under Kara's accusatory glare. "I swear I had no idea!" Esme hisses. Her eyes are wide and frantic. "Do you want to leave?"

Part of Kara does want to leave, but she knows that bustling out now would only call more attention to themselves. So she simply shakes her head and settles in.

The interview starts just like all of the others Kara has watched over the years. Good natured banter, then a segue into the purpose of Lena's visit. She discusses her philanthropy, her album, all the usuals, and Kara sits enraptured.

Her heart flutters at the smooth cadence of Lena's voice, richer and more velvet than Kara remembers. And the Lena she remembers had always contained such coiled energy that Kara wondered how she ever sat still. But now, she's relaxed and at ease-- upbeat and engage, but with a calm she didn't have five years ago.

Towards the end of the segment, Lena asks to share something new.

"Well, some of you may have heard it, but it doesn't officially come out until next week, so it's *mostly* new. I wrote it a while ago, when a relationship was still new, so-- here's to all the people hoping for more."

A production assistant carries out an acoustic guitar, and when Lena starts to strum, Kara's heart leaps in her throat. The lyrics Lena sees are bright and hopeful... starry-eyed if a song could be such. It's a song of a crush hoping to be something more, a promise of love if only it were accepted.

Kara can feel Esme swaying to the tune, bopping just a little bit to the chipper beat, but she only has eyes for Lena. For most of the song, Lena looks either at the strings or the middle distance. But then, as the bridge leads into the final chorus, she scans the audience.

Holding her breath, Kara expects Lena's gaze to slide right past her. But with wide eyes of her own Kara sees the moment Lena catches sight of her. Green eyes widen momentarily, sparking with surprise, then pure delight. Lena's features spread into a kilowatt smile before she slides her gaze away. Kara swears the strumming gets a little more enthusiastic, Lena's voice a little brighter.

When it finishes, the applause from the audience should be deafening, but Kara can barely hear it, even when the crowd stands in ovation. She watches as Lena and the host exchange thanks and pleasantries, and then Lena exits, still waving and beaming.

Kara leaves with the rest of the audience, numb and quiet as Esme stands anxiously beside her. Had that song-- could it have been about--

"Wait!"

A vaguely familiar call makes Kara pause. She and Esme turn to see a young woman with dark hair trotting towards them.

"Excuse me!" Jess calls as she nears. "Would you come with me please?"

Esme's hand closes defensively on Kara's, but Kara responds before her brain can talk her out of it.

"Sure."

Jess leads them back past the soundstage, through a maze of turns that terminates in a cinderblock hallway lined with doors. Kara doesn't have to guess who's behind the one Jess drops them in front of.

Jess meets Kara's gaze with a smile. "It's good to see you again, Miss Danvers."

Kara can barely offer a smile back before Jess reaches out to turn the knob. The door opens.

Lena stands on the other side, a respectful distance from the door but plainly anticipating their arrival. She straightens as the door swings wide, and Kara can barely bring herself to step inside for the way their proximity has turned her legs to jelly.

Lena smiles. "Hey there," she exhales.

"I--" Kara's voice cracks, forcing her to try again. "Hey."

"Hi, Lena," Esme offers nervously. Kara could kiss her. The distraction pulls Lena's gaze from Kara, giving her the chance to catch her breath.

Lena's eyes widen slightly. "Esme?! Wow, look at you! Does this mean you're too old for a hug now?"

Esme giggles. "No!"

The two hug warmly, and Kara's amazed to see that Esme is almost taller than Lena, now.

"I loved the new song," Esme tells Lena, grinning.

"Thanks," Lena returns. Her gaze slides back to Kara. "I've been profiting off my pain and heartbreak for years. Figured it's time for some of the good stuff to see the light of day."

Kara swallows thickly. "Was that about..."

Lena nods, shifting self-consciously on her feet. "Yeah." She looks at Kara, her gaze open and vulnerable. "Did you like it?"

"Did I--? Lena, I think everyone in the world is gonna like it."

"No offense to the rest of the world," Lena says in a low voice, "but I don't care what they think."

Kara can feel Esme's eyes bouncing between them.

"Honey, could you give us a minute?"

"Yep," Esme says swiftly. "Right. I'll just go wait... It was Jess, right?"

The door closes, leaving Kara and Lena in a room charged with electricity just waiting to spark.

"Do you still feel that way?" Kara can barely bring herself to ask the question, but knows if she doesn't she'd regret it forever.

Lena shifts again, wiping her palms on the front of her jeans. "Would it make any difference if I do?"

It's a fair question. Has anything really changed? Lena is still a critically acclaimed and internationally beloved artist, and Kara... Kara pauses.

Lena's circumstances may not have changed, but Kara's have. She isn't a forty year old a hairsbreadth away from a mid-life crisis anymore. She isn't miserable in her day to day. She lives comfortably doing something she loves, something she knows she'll never give up. And though she may not have had any serious relationships since she last saw Lena, she's closer to her family than she's ever been. She isn't *alone*.

That knowledge allows her to offer the truth.

"Yes," she breathes. "It would."

Lena's eyebrows lift hopefully, an astonished smile sprouting on her lips. Then it softens to a mirthful grin. "Slower this time. Lest I whisk you away on tour again."

"Hey, now," Kara chides softly. "We had some good times on that tour. All five weeks of it."

Lena laughs, the sound bright and happy and golden. "Yeah," she agrees, before falling quiet. She gazes at Kara with soft eyes. "I've missed you, Kara. You have no idea how much."

"I might have some idea," she allows, thinking of her own life the past five years. "A lot has happened I've wanted to tell you about."

Pressing her lips together, Lena guiltily shoves her hands in her pockets. "I... I think I might have already seen some of it."

Kara blinks. "What?"

"Okay, maybe all of it? KD Photog on insta?"

"Wha... how!?!?"

"I saw a picture on insta of a park that seemed familiar, and when I looked a little closer, I found out the photographer lived in National City. I swear I didn't know it was you, I just admired the photos. It wasn't until I followed to the website that I suspected."

Kara stares at her, breathless. "Wow," she exhales.

Lena's expression falters. "I didn't mean... I'm sorry, I guess I should have-- I should have stopped reading once I suspected."

"No, Lena, it's fine," Kara reassures her, regathering her wits. "I don't mind. It's just..." She hesitates for a moment. "Esme is the one who actually first set up the instagram account. I'd sent the photos to her... so I wouldn't send them to you."

Green eyes blink at her, shocked. "Oh."

"I never thought you'd ever see them," Kara continues. "But I'm glad you did. Because I did want to show them to you. Every single one."

Lena's eyes crinkle at the corners. She tilts her head to one side. "Then it sounds like we have a lot to catch up on."

Kara nods. "We do."

"I'm actually in town for a while," Lena tells her. "Maybe... maybe if you'll also be here, we could maybe... do dinner."

Kara considers the offer. "Are you free now?"

Lena blinks, the breaks into a brilliant smile. "Yeah."

"Then how about dessert first?" Kara turns her chin over her shoulder. "Esme?" she asks totally conversationally.

There's a squeak at the door, confirming that Esme's curiosity had her pressing her ear to the door. Then, "um... yeah?"

"Would you like to get ice cream with me and Lena?"

The door flings itself open. "Oh my god, YES!"

Lena's laughter fills the room, filling Kara with a warmth she hadn't totally realized she'd been missing.

As they gather up their things to leave, Lena clasps Kara's hand gently. "Dinner...?"

"Just us," Kara promises. "If that's okay."

Lena nods, her fingers tightening on Kara's.

"I can't wait."

Stepping out into the open air of the city, Kara feels something new bloom in her chest. Seeing Lena this time feels less a whirlwind than more a simple fork in the path on one of her hikes. The paths look largely the same, except that one includes Lena holding her hand.

One thing Kelly said, in perhaps the first year after Lena, that had really resonated with Kara was that lasting romances really only required three things: the person, place, and timing.

Right now, even in these early minutes, Kara feels hopeful that maybe--just maybe-- they might finally have all three.

#supercorp #musician age gap au #it is finished!!!#feedback is loved and adored #i hope you like it!!

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cryiling · 6 months ago

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thinking about that bkdk edating in middle school trope, except they're amino boyfriends 💀

they meet on an all might amino community. katsuki is one of the community mods, and izuku is the leader of an analysis club on there. izuku's posts were often featured and very popular in the community (he was def a microcelebrity), and katsuki always gave him a ton of amino coins on his posts.

for a challenge he's hosting for his club, izuku makes a huge deep-dive post analyzing all might's rise to fame in his bronze age. this post gets close to 10k likes, and katsuki gifts him 5k amino coins on the post. when izuku sees that number, he freaks out and assumes it must be a mistake since that's a huge number, who in their right mind would give him that much money??

he messages katsuki (who's username is 𝓓𝔂𝓷𝓪𝓶𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽 ⛓️💥) (LMAOOOOO) and asks if the amount of coins was a mistake + offers to give them back. katsuki tells him that there was no mistake, and that he just really liked izuku's post. izuku is really flattered that this guy liked his analysis so much, and they continue texting back and forth for a while.

they follow each other and put each other in their bios under "bffs," and a month or two after that, they officially become boyfriends. izuku buys amino+ using all the coins katsuki had given him (katsuki keeps spending his allowance to buy more amino coins so he's super rich). they start matching profile themes after that, switching to a new theme every month. they have matching profile frames and chat bubbles and everything, and izuku makes a sticker pack of all might faces to use when texting katsuki (sometimes katsuki uses the stickers too, but only when texting izuku)

everyone on all might amino knows they're dating, since they're both such high-profile people in the community. they become the community's it-couple, and people love commenting on their walls how cute their matching profiles are. katsuki comments under all of izuku's posts praising his analysis, and izuku always replies with a string of all might heart-eye stickers.

6 months into their relationship, izuku tells katsuki he can call him by his real name. up until now, izuku had gone by the nickname "golden" in honor of all might's golden age. when izuku tells katsuki his name, though, he doesn't get a response. the next day, izuku wakes up to find that katsuki's profile has been deleted entirely.

izuku feels like throwing up. he doesn't know what happened to dynamight, if he caused this, what could have caused this. he debates deleting his account too, ashamed and confused and hurt, but ultimately decides against it. he changes his profile theme back to an aesthetic picture set of all might in his iconic golden age pose, and continues posting on all might amino as if nothing happened. he doesn't reach out to new people on amino again.

when izuku gets into ua and his workload drastically increases, he stops finding time to post on amino, eventually deleting the app entirely (his profile stays up, though).

in second year, izuku is sitting in the common room with his friends, somehow having been roped into a conversation about dating. "you've never been in a relationship before, have you, deku-kun?" uraraka asks him.

his friends' eyes all focus on him, and he blushes. "well, i had an online boyfriend in middle school, but i'm not sure if that counts." his friends gape at him, clearly surprised. some other people lingering about in the common area also tune into the conversation. katsuki is one of them.

"really, midoriya-kun?" iida says, doing his best to hide his blatant shock. "i must say, that sounds rather out of character for you!"

"did you guys break up or something?" todoroki asks.

izuku grimaces, remembering what happened. "i told him my real name, and then he deleted his account. i think it was because of my name, but I guess i don't know for sure."

uraraka frowns. "that sucks! he didn't deserve you anyway. what an asshole move." the rest of izuku's friends nod in agreement at that. out of the corner of his eye, izuku sees katsuki get up from his armchair and storm out of the room.

months later, izuku and katsuki finally start dating for real. izuku is so overwhelmed with happiness, and katsuki's eyes light up every time he sees izuku. one night, though, katsuki pulls him aside. "there's something i need to tell you."

izuku frowns in confusion. "what's up?"

katsuki takes a deep breath. "...i'm dynamight."

this does not clear izuku's confusion. "um... yeah, i know what your hero name is."

"no, it's-" katsuki cuts himself off, then starts again. "i was dynamight on amino, too."

izuku feels his heart drop. he's not sure what katsuki is saying, why he's bringing it up. "you... we were... you mean we dated back in middle school?"

katsuki nods, eyes on the floor. he doesn't say anything else.

"why did you..." izuku licks his lips in apprehension. "why did you delete your account?"

katsuki is silent for a moment. "i freaked out when i found out who you were," he finally says. "i mean, you know how i was treating you in real life back then. and we had been texting all that time, and i had been comforting you from the bullying you were going through, only to realize it was me who was- i didn't... i didn't know what to say. and obviously i was really immature at the time and wasn't ready to process my feelings yet. but that whole thing helped me realize my feelings for you, even though i didn't want to accept that at the time.

"but," katsuki continues, clearly on a roll now, "that still doesn't excuse what i did. it was a shitty move. and i know i've apologized for how i bullied you before, but i'm sorry for this, too, izuku. i know i hurt your feelings. i swear i'll be a better boyfriend this time, i promise. uh- only if... if you still want to be together."

izuku can't even think of what to say for a moment, still silently reeling at katsuki's confession. eventually he says, "no, i- i get it. we were both pretty immature at the time, and to be honest i kind of got over it a while ago. but," he smiles, "that apology really means a lot to me. and of course i still want to be with you."

he leans in to kiss katsuki briefly. izuku doesn't think he'll ever get used to that.

katsuki rests his forehead against izuku's, eyes taking in izuku's face. "i swear i'll be an even better boyfriend than dynamight was, golden."

and then they lived happily ever after :>

#LMAOO WHY DID THIS POST GET SO LONG IM SORRY #stoppp i put this into a google doc why did i write over 1k words for this im dead #can u guys tell I was an amino girly back in the day #i was never in an amino relationship but i did have 2 friends who were edating each other #they had a rlly bad breakup tho idk what happened </3 i felt like a child of divorce #anyways this au is entirely self-indulgent ive literally been obsessed with the edating aus lately. eating UP all those tiktoks #mha #bnha #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #bakugou katsuki #izuku midoriya #bakudeku #bkdk #dkbk #dekubaku #i can't believe im regularly posting bkdk headcanons on here now LMAOO what happened to my revalink hc era #but lowk its so fun to be back into posting abt my silly little headcanons. i miss the revalink community tho :( shoutout to my rvlnk moots

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mechdyke-after-hours · 5 months ago

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INSIDE THE TOWER OF GOLD

⚠️ WARNINGS!! ⚠️

mild transformers one spoilers, non-con, drugged sex, mild violence

THIS IS A NON-CON FIC. if you don't like any of the above tags PLEASE just scroll onwards.

once again another messy ficlet or whatever! but I want that mech's pussy destroyed... so... :)

Second part is here! heed the warnings!!

Sentinel Prime had all he ever wanted. Power. Money. Respect. Fame. Everything he ever dreamed was in the palm of his servo. And he LOVED it. He loved broadcasting himself in front of Iacon and letting all of the other, less important, Cybertronians see his glorious frame. He preened and polished himself constantly, making sure his plating was shiny enough that it was practically a mirror. He was the picture perfect heroic prime, as far as the citizens of Iacon were concerned.

But of course, it wasn't enough for Sentinel. It could never be enough. Which is exactly why he held the most luxurious parties he could. Free from anyone he felt too far beneath him. The best energon money could buy, triple filtered high grade and a pack of Syk. The little patches were arranged delicately on a platter, a warning card placed at the front explaining the effects, HEAVILY encouraging mechs to not take more than one and explaining how to properly use them. Avoid applying patches to the helm or chassis... the usual scrap that was only there to avoid possible lawsuits. Not like anyone would ever dare to try, but better safe than sorry.

The party was going perfectly, as it always did. He already knew he wasn't going to take anything or drink too much, since he was required at the surface tomorrow morning. He mostly just stood around, a small glass of high grade balanced between his digits that he sipped at between conversations with mechs he didn't care to learn the names of.

He'd be lying if he said he didn't jump when a servo suddenly pressed against his back. He bristled, but kept his cool, his derma curled as he forced a smile onto his face. He stayed polite, keeping up the conversation with the mech. Sentinel felt a familiar helmache coming on. His legs started to feel weak, his vision going slightly blurry. He kept up the conversation as well as he could, but his speech was starting to get slurred, his voicebox glitching. Next thing he knew, his vision was spinning and he was collapsing to the floor, the glass in his servo shattering against the floor.

Sentinel's optics slowly started to flicker online, a strange ache and pressure blooming from his crotch. He tried to move his arms, he was completely paralysed. His vision was blurred, his hearing muffled. He reset his optics, and his audials. Once. Twice. The world around him slowly started to gain some clarity. He glanced down between his legs, only to be slightly horrified at what he saw. His interface panel had been forcefully pried off. Small glowing blue droplets of energon stained his plating, mixing with splatters of pink. His array was aching and burning, feeling impossibly stretched and loose. Sentinel Prime was never a mech to pray. But in that moment, he prayed.

He glanced down at his frame. Syk patches littered his arms and his chassis. Enough to have him completely paralysed, but not enough to cause his frame to go into full system reset. His arms and legs were useless, unable to kick or push, he had to just lay there uselessly as his valve was used and abused. The swirling mix of pain and pleasure swam through his systems. His comms had been disabled, his HUD blinking a warning about needing repairs. Someone was moaning and whining, and he became aware that it was his own voice. Mechs were lined up, servos running over his once untarnished and shiny plating, now defiled and sticky. He tried to protest, but his voicebox failed him.

Sentinel sobbed, or at least he thought he did. He was vaguely aware of another round of transfluids filling his valve, dripping down onto the luxurious padded sofa beneath, now stained and torn. The mech pulled out, only to reach down and scoop up the spilling transfluids, shoving them back into his valve. He could barely make out the words being said to him, his processor taking twice as long to work. "Hah! C'mon, Prime! Keep that load in ya pretty lil' valve. Why don't you open that gestation chamber for us and we'll spark ya up, huh? Maybe then you'll actually be useful for something!" Came a sneering voice from above him. He bit his derma hard enough that he tasted energon.

Another fat spike pressed against him, the golden folds of his valve parting and wrapping around the thick metal rod. He held back a noise as thick ridges stretched his calipers to the limit, and then some. His spike twitched, before he overloaded with a loud cry, shooting transfluid up across the shiny dark blue of his chassis. The mech above him laughed cruelly, forcing Sentinel's intake open before spitting directly onto his glossa. "Dirty mech. Cumming while being passed around like shareware. If only Iacon could see their beloved prime now, with a nobody's spike shoved up his pretty cunt." Sentinel overloaded again.

The mechs manhandled him. Positioning him in whatever way they wanted. He was on all fours presenging himself like some sort of mechanimal in heat, and with the way he was panting he may as well have been. He didn't remember offlining his optics, but they shot open when a spike started to press against his intake. A rough hand squeezed at his cheek plates, forcing his mouth open. A mech of his status shouldn't be doing something as lowly as sucking spike... but it seemed he didn't have a choice. His intake hung open, the blunt tip of a spike pressing against his glossa. It slipped in further, until his nose was pressed against plating. His throat cabling felt tight, his glossa pressed flat against the floor of his intake as he drooled oral lubricants onto the floor beneath him. His tanks lurched as the mech started thrusting brutally, surely bruising the sensitive rubber of his throat. A servo wrapped around his neck and squeezed, causing him to gag even harder, an obscene bulge visible through the soft plating. His optics rolled back as tears of coolant spilled down his cheeks.

Sentinel didn't remember passing out again. But next thing he knew, he had woken up. A datastick was next to him as well as a single printed photo, his abused and whored out frame covered in Syk patches. A threat of blackmail if he'd ever seen one. He fumbled as he plugged the datastick into one of the ports on the inside of his arm, quickly uploading the footage to an encrypted folder deep in his memory banks. He groaned, as he checked his internal chronometer. He was going to be late. He couldn't be late. The quintessons would kill him if he didn't get them their energon on time, or worse, expose his treachery to all of Iacon. He gritted his denta, standing up and peeling the used Syk patches off of his plating as he trudged to the washracks with a groan, and a massive helmache.

Solvent washed over his frame, feeling like fire against his still exposed tender valve and spike housing. He scrubbed quickly, removing most of the evidence. Buffing off paint transfers and scrubbing away as much dried transfluid that he could. He rushed, turning off the shower and drying off, being careful around his exposed delicate areas. He picked up his discarded modesty panel from the floor of the main room, retrieving a welding kit from his emergency kit and getting to work. His welding job was shoddy, much more used to having people fix him up, but it'd have to do. He needed to address the people of Iacon, before heading to the surface. He just hoped quintessons didn't have the ability to smell transfluids.

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ceilidho · 1 year ago

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prompt: (loosely based on Brahms from The Boy) you buy a house. you start to suspect you're not alone in it. [PART 1] tw: death of a parent, someone living in your house

Lightness; there were cracks in the floorboards and light glittering up from beneath them, which is what you first notice about the house.

It would be poetic if it meant anything. Instead, you are forced to pry the planks of wood out one by one at dawn when your fingers are trembling with exhaustion and your clipped nails throb—and, of course, there’s nothing remarkable beneath where the light shines through.

A piece of glass from a picture frame—all right, so you wonder how a piece of glass the size and width of your hand gets caught beneath the floor with the ashes of the photo once held behind it, but it’s half-six o’clock and you’re still yawning from the long drive the day before—catches a glint of light, and, well, you sigh at the blood welling over your nails from having pried off the floorboards with your bare hands.

You’ll replace the boards later. Maybe bandage your hand.

It’s so quiet outside this early. Everything smells just as it should.

It had taken years of scrimping and saving, storing every nickel and penny away in your piggybank to buy your first house. The foreclosure process takes about ten months, every second during which your nails bite into your palms when you close your fists. Your entire life savings goes into the downpayment. It quite literally takes your bank account, holds it upside down, and shakes until every coin falls out.

It’s yours though. A house all to yourself after years of living in apartments—you’ve spent decades living out of a suitcase, your parents changing apartments every year almost, never settling in one place. Buying a house wasn’t a nice-to-have so much as a physical necessity for you.

It’s an old house—plenty of character, as the real estate lady charmingly describes it when you showed you the place. You don’t have the money quite yet to replace the old windows, repair the drywall, brick up the chimney that you won’t use, or change the flooring, but since it’s just you, you don’t mind taking your time. The previous owners hadn’t really kept the place up; there’s even a panel at the back of the closet in your room leading into the walls that needs to be replaced.

Later, when folding your clothes into new drawers that smell of new wood and old wood, you startle, thinking you’d packed your mother’s underwear along with your own; you thought you’d donated everything after she died. The thought is nauseating (a cold sweat breaks out) until you recognize the pattern on the blue cotton as your own and you crumple the fabric between your fingers for a second, dried blood and all.

Dawn is rising outside, emptying out the house until it’s just you and the fifteen pairs of underwear you’d packed days ago. Everything else is sitting out on the patio in cardboard boxes. When you finally get the rest out where it can breathe, morning has settled into midday.

When you finish putting your clothes away, you’re careful not to move for another few minutes until your hands stop shaking and your jaw unclenches. For breakfast, you fix up an omelet with spinach and a glass of cranberry juice. A friend calls not long later, but they mainly speak about their husband and how the living room will look once it was stripped of the gaudy floral wallpaper and repainted. Your friend hasn’t even seen the house yet, only pictures of the house from when you had searched it on Google Maps and tentatively held the idea glass-like in your head for several days.

Your friend says in a voice molasses thick, “I’ll visit as soon as you’re tucked in down there.” It makes you rub your nose against your sleeve.

The pictures online had been splotchy and dim, barely recognizable when held against the lightness of the house full-formed. Your friend had sent you off with cream and lilac paint swatches, wooden coasters, and a copy of Ulysses before you had packed up the last of your things into the back of your car and the sky had been aglow with sunset. A large sunset that dribbled down the horizon and slid all slippery smooth into twilight. Your friend’s face had been lovingly shadowed in their goodbye, the sort of shadow that cut her jaw just so, and made one seem so private and longing. Like an instance of specific longing.

It’s a good morning though, and you bite the inside of your cheek through the whole phone call, not stumbling over frequent ‘I love you’s and ‘I already miss you’s, but feeling like maybe you should. Anyway, your friend hangs up long before you know whether to carry those thoughts out.

Then it’s still again in your unfurnished little bedroom—in one corner, there’s a rolled up carpet and end table that you’d brought in earlier, but they sit there unaltered and you think that maybe later you’ll get around to doing something with them.

No one else calls while you eat breakfast, cutting the omelet into irregular triangles and putting enough hot sauce to make your eyes water. Which they do, but it’s good. After eating, you grab a mug out of one of the boxes on the patio to make a cup of instant coffee.

You fix the floorboards back after, nailing them back in place while sipping the lukewarm coffee that is still so, so good. So, so good to you because it’s early, so on one hand it’s comforting, habitually speaking, but also because the house is so new and old that sometimes you breathe in and feel lightheaded, or like your heart might tremble so violently that it’ll reduce itself to dust.

So, coffee is good. Keeps you steady on your feet when you’re climbing back up the stairs to lug more boxes into the bedroom. Boxes of books you didn’t want to unpack, so they sit under a beam of sunlight in front of the one window in the room and you sit yourself down next to it, curling your legs underneath you and resting your head against the box.

Strange, that the house is so warm when it’s nearly the end of October and it’s not like this city is all that different from the one you left. That the shard of glass you’d found beneath the floorboards could fill you with such a dizzying amount of melancholy (you still have it in the pocket of your sweater, which had deep pockets, deep pockets that apparently you use to carry around pieces of glass); again, though, the house is so warm and your bones are oozing out onto the carpet you unroll. Everything in you feels molten and fluid.

Your spirit roars into the light of this new town with its new air, its new terrain, its new immediacy. Stepping out into the street outside the house, you feel every nerve in your body tremble in the realization of this new sensory landscape. Your fingertips buzz—you could reach out and touch every surface you pass: the wood-grain of a park bench, the sleek chrome of a chain-link fence.

The town feels unreal in a sensuous way. When you go out to explore the town after unpacking the majority of your belongings, you can’t help being drawn down streets and up alleyways, eyes trailing over the russet bricked houses and hedges dotting the front lawns.

On the corner of a street, nearly three blocks from your house, there’s a café with houseplants almost spilling out of the door and windows; you duck inside and order a coffee and a bagel before tucking yourself into a corner by the window.

On the street across from the café, a woman in a yellow raincoat walks by.

“Drip coffee?”

You look up from your seat, startled almost by the voice, at a young man. He has a flare of freckles and an unsure smile.

“Yes, sorry,” you mumble, taking the mug from him and tucking yourself back against the window in almost the same moment.

To be sitting in plain daylight without company or a book or your phone out in front of you feels absurdly barren. Anyone might walk by and perceive the desperation that seems to pour off you. Even the few other occupants in the café are occupied with something or other, eyes pulled down to their tables or to someone sitting across from them.

For a spell, walking home in the daze of the possibility of new peace, you feel light; to be poised on the verge of new possibilities and peering out over the edge, cautiously but with a ray of hope. Even the air feels fresh.

The lightness, of course, cannot last long.

Days before you left, someone told you that it’s common to have nightmares in a new house. You prove them right on the first night.

In the wake of a bad dream, you pad into the kitchen, illuminated only by the moonlight, for a glass of water, reduced to only the silvering edges of your skin in the dark room.

Occasionally it happens that you dream of your mom, in her blue jeans and raincoat again, standing outside the old coffee house from back home. She always looks well rested, and that always stings somehow—it makes you feel like you’re unraveling, even in a dream. She never says anything to you or even looks your way, but you know that she knows you’re there, and that dawdling energy, obvious indifference, is all a measured hurt. You dream of your mom staring off into the red-gold distance, honey-gold herself, irreducible in this place.

Then, you wake up, panting and squeezing your eyes shut.

You pour yourself a glass of water, but the tears don’t stop, coming out of you like a divine flooding.

The two of you hadn’t been on speaking terms in the months before her death. In fact, you hadn’t even known she was dying. You remember you had an argument almost a year before, but for the life of you, you can’t remember what it was about. It was that inconsequential. That inconsequential and still she let it simmer and fester and didn’t bother to tell you that she was dying until it was too late.

You scrub your eyes with the back of your hand, smearing the salty tears across your skin. In the moonlight, your grief seemed inescapable, layered under the lowest level of your flesh. All the loneliness of lonely dwelling catching in your throat, bursting out like the last release of breath of a woman beneath the swell of a cresting wave. The moon is not a comfort; the sky rounded in with its indifference, wholly incapable of putting any sentiment to rest. You feel languid in this old grief.

Unable to bear being inside, you venture out onto the porch for a bit, closing only the screen door behind you. There’s a single light still on in your bedroom, the house otherwise dark. You sit in the cool breeze until your tears dry.

There is something entirely relaxing about watching a breeze push all of the trees to one side—like the world moves with one breath, one thought. Back when you lived in the city, you hadn’t lived in such close proximity to nature, used to the concrete landscape. In the city, everything seemed to exist at opposing speeds and modes of existence—everything perpetually at odds.

You stare out into the street and drink your water, leisurely pacing around your front lawn. Just taking in the feeling of being settled for once. It’s a safe neighborhood. It’s an old house, a real fixer upper, but it’s a neighborhood where you can just walk around at night.

It takes a while to unwind, to shake off the nightmare. You know it finally has when a yawn forces its way out of you and your eyes water again, from exhaustion this time. Draining your glass, you turn around to make your way back inside. You pause. Your foot hovers in place.

Then, in the shadowy depths of your house, you think you see something move again.

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italiagifts · 2 years ago

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yumeka-sxf · 8 months ago

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I would have included this scan with my recent miscellaneous collab scans post, but I decided it deserves its own post, not just because it's one of the loveliest official Twiyor illustrations I've seen, but also because the story of how I got it is...interesting 😅

This image is from the chara fine graph (which is basically a framed picture) that was included as a preorder bonus for buying the complete season 2 blu-ray set from a shop called Rakuten Books (together with badge pins of the same designs). I briefly mentioned it back in October of last year when season 2 was airing, along with preoder bonuses from other shops like Animate and Amazon. I only wanted to get this one though, so as per my usual process of trying to secure rare SxF goods, I made a note to myself to keep an eye out for when it released. Rakuten, which I believe is the main company for Rakuten Books, has their own proxy buying service, and as the season 2 blu-rays were released, I saw them appearing there. But as noted on their main site, the condition for them to send you the chara fine graph is that you must preorder all of the three season 2 blu-ray discs from them. Once you buy the third one, if they know that you've already bought the others, then they'll send you the preorder bonuses along with it.

I was concerned that if I bought the discs via proxy, they wouldn't know that I bought all three and would cancel my order at the end! I would be devastated if that happened after waiting months and spending all that money on the complete set. I knew people would sell the chara fine graph second-hand as soon as it released, so I decided to wait until then and try to find it on Mercari.

So the months went by and eventually I found out that the final blu-ray volume of season 2 would release on April 17th, 2024. I made a mental note to check Mercari for it then, but unfortunately something else released around that same time...CODE: White in the US, which had its first screening on April 18th. Admittingly, I got distracted by the CODE: White release and had seen it twice by the following weekend. I did do some preliminary searching for the chara fine graph, but not with my usual refined search terms. It wasn't until the 21st that I finally sat down and really started searching for it. And while I did find a few listings, they had already been sold.

I was hopeful that more people would sell it, since it had only been less than a week since release. But I guess I underestimated how popular this chara fine graph was because, after the initial five listings I saw that were sold within the span of a few days, none appeared after. I had, like, ten Mercari tabs open on my browser with different search terms that I refreshed many times a day, but nothing was showing up. I would groan whenever I'd see the preorder bonuses for the other shops like Animate and Amazon pop up, but not Rakuten Books. I did finally see one new listing of someone selling just the badge pins, but that was sold within a few minutes, which made me even more nervous. I would also be nervous getting up in the morning since I didn't want to see that a new listing was posted and sold while I was sleeping! Thankfully I work from home so it wasn't too much of an inconvenience for me to refresh the Mercari tabs on my personal computer whenever I had a minute. But as the days went by and I didn't see any new listings, I started getting mad at myself that if I had only started seriously searching for it right on release day, I would have had at least five chances to get it and could have saved myself this hassle. I even sent a message to Rakuten Books via their online form, asking (in Japanese) if they could somehow sell it to me and ship internationally, etc. But their response was pretty much what I expected...a polite "no."

But then, on the evening of May 4th, I found a new listing and immediately bought it! What should have been a red flag though is that the person was selling it for $30 (with the badge pins included), while everyone else had been selling it from around $80-$100. The title they gave to the item was weird too; they simply called it "Spy Family" instead of "Spy Family Chara Fine Graph" or "Spy Family Rakuten Books Bonus" or something descriptive like that. But the seller had a decent rating so I didn't think there was a problem. After I got the email from Buyee (my proxy service) that they successfully bought the item, I thought I was all set. I closed out all my search tabs and went to bed feeling satisfied.

However, when I got up the next morning, my heart sank when I saw that about an hour after I had gone to bed, Buyee sent me another email saying that they refunded and cancelled my order! The reason they gave was "due to the convenience of the seller" 😫

But what was most frustrating about this is that, when I checked the searches again, I saw that the same seller had relisted the item, with a higher price and more descriptive title, and it had been sold already. What probably happened is that the seller realized they made a mistake with the title and price of the listing and wanted to change it, which Mercari apparently allows them to do even after it had already been sold and paid for!

I was furious with Mercari for allowing this. The least they could do in a situation like this is give the original buyer, like, one day to buy the item again with the increased price before the seller is allowed to relist it again. I wanted to write to the seller and/or Mercari, but I wasn't able to make a Mercari account since it's restricted to Japan. I was also internally yelling at myself that if I had just started searching for it within a day or two of release instead of procrastinating, I could have avoided all this. So it was back to square one, but I wasn't going to give up! I opened up more search tabs with even more refined search terms. I also expanded to other proxy-supported shops like Surugaya and Yahoo Japan Auction. I even got my mom to help me, since she's often up in the middle of the night and can check in case anything is listed during that time while I'm asleep. I downloaded the Buyee app too so I could check listings even if I was away from my computer. With all this, I was hopeful I'd be able to buy it again, though it was more of a question of "when" than "if." With second-hand collectibles, you never know when they could pop up...I could find a new listing the next day, or not for a year or two. But I just kept up the searching, and finally, after another month went by, on June 3rd (June 4th in Japan, so technically Twiyor day 😁) I finally found it again...on Yahoo Japan Auction of all places!

I had never bought via auction before so I was a bit nervous I'd get outbid or something. But I immediately clicked the "pay buyout price option" (which was only a few dollars more than the original price) and, thankfully, a short while later Buyee informed me that I successfully won the auction! But after what happened before, I was still paranoid that it could get canceled for whatever reason. But that didn't happen, and after waiting for shipping, it finally came~

I always like to add a "lessons learned" in these situations, so I'd say the lesson here is don't be blasé or procrastinate when it comes to something you really want. And of course, being persistent pays off more than not!

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lillaydee · 2 months ago

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In Time Part 5

Rancher Joel Miller / Reader

You lost your dear Uncle. Your TV Star boyfriend dumped you. You needed a job. You got one at a ranch in Wyoming. Where you met Joel. A very grumpy man. Grumpy man has issues.

WARNINGS:

Grumpy Joel, Hurt Joel, Grieving Joel, Joel is Bad at Feelings (The Last of Us), Joel Needs a Hug (The Last of Us), Joel Has PTSD - Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder (The Last of Us), Mentions of Hostage Situation and Shooting, Alternate Universe - No Cordyceps Outbreak (The Last of Us), Mutual Pining, Fluff and Angst

SERIES MASTER LIST

Part 4

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The next night, after a fabulous, early Christmas dinner, everyone gathered at the hall, having drinks and exchanging gifts with each other. Ellie got you a baking tin, hinting that she might feel sad sometime soon, the tin might come in handy. You laughed and gave her a big hug. You watched as her face lit up at the drawing set you got for her. She hugged you around your middle, and stayed there a while, saying thank you over and over again.

She got Joel a picture frame, a sketch of Callus placed in it. You may have been mistaken, but you swore you might have seen him smile a bit looking at it, before nodding his head at her. He got her an easel, surprising everyone, especially her. She looked so touched and gave him a teary smile. He looked away after nodding at her once more.

Tommy opened the box containing your gift to them, revealing an espresso machine. For the kitchen, you said. Since you all love coffee so much. They all thanked the ‘tea-drinking-Brit’ for the thoughtful gift, saying they can drink really good coffee now, to Mrs Adler’s faux-annoyance. Everyone seemed to be having a good time, happy, and enjoying each other’s company, even Joel, who spent the night talking to the men.

When it was time to go, you said goodbye and bid them a safe journey to their destinations, a flurry of hugs and Merry Christmases filling the room, since everyone was leaving early the next day. You were hitching a ride with Bill and Frank, since you didn’t feel like walking in the snow at night.

“Thank you for the espresso machine.”

Joel was standing in front of the building, his hands in his pocket. You gave him a polite nod.

“I got you something too. I ordered one for you. But it’s not here yet.” He shuffled his foot on the ground, looking at you in small dosage, as if afraid you might zing him if he looked longer.

You nodded, thanking him for the thought.

“If you need anything while they’re gone, just let me know,” he said hurriedly, as you turned to get into Bill’s truck. “Please don’t let my attitude towards you all this while stop you from asking for my help if you need it, I can be an ass sometimes, but I’m here if you need me.” He looked nervous. Why did he look nervous?

Again, you nodded your head, and bid him good night.

Frank was quiet only a few seconds before launching into detective mode. What did he want? What did he say to you? Did he say it sneeringly? Or was he serious? You remained quiet, rolling your eyes at him whenever he turned around to look at you. When you hugged him goodbye, he whispered to you to give Joel a chance to make amends. He’s a good guy, he promised.

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Two days before Christmas, you woke up to a text from Joel, telling you he had to go run some errands and would probably not be back until later, and to text him if something went wrong, and he would send someone over. You just texted back an ‘ok’ and went about your day. You cleaned, did laundry, cooked, baked, and were about to get more firewood, when you saw that someone had already stacked more wood on your deck. You had some early lunch, and settled to do a bit of online reading when…

Uh oh.

Now you remember what you forgot to buy.

Shit. Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit.

No one was here, there were no cars available for you to borrow for a quick trip to town.

Shit. Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit.

Okay, don’t panic. Relax. Call someone.

You remembered Joel’s words.

But then remembered Penny’s words.

Also, the thought of having to call Joel for this made you cringe.

There must be a spare key somewhere, right? At the office?

Shit. The office must be locked. It’s always locked when the family is gone.

Tess. Call Tess.

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Joel stood in front of the store he had sworn he would never enter again. His heart was beating uncomfortably fast. He prayed with all his might that he would not break down. This was important. He needed to do this. This was not about him. It was vital that he complete this mission.

He had gone to the next town over, about two hours from the ranch to run an errand. He left early, not wanting to leave you alone for long with only a few of his younger staff to keep an eye on the ranch. He was almost back in town, making great time, considering it was not even 1 pm yet, when Tess called, asking for a favor.

So, here he was, heart-a-thumping, standing in front of the store where his beloved daughter lost her life. He could feel his breathing getting harder, his legs felt heavier, his chest tighter, and despite the snow and the low temperature, he felt like he was sweatier than he had ever been in his life. And it was not just the fact that his Sarah took her last breath here, it was also the fact that he had never actually carried out this task alone before, usually, he just stood there with the trolley while Tess or Sarah or Mrs Adler, even his mom did the shopping. What if he screwed it up? He looked at his watch. Shit. He had been standing there for 15 minutes.

Deep breaths Joel. Deep breaths. Just go in and be done with it. Run if you thought that would make it easier.

So, he did. He took a deep breath, stepped inside, grabbed a basket and ran.

Okay, okay, first hurdle done. He got to the aisle. Fuck. Which ones? His head was spinning, his breathing heavy. Maybe from panic, maybe because he hadn’t run that much in forever, or maybe because some ladies were staring at him since he was sure he looked like a panicky, extremely sweaty, crazy person. And maybe because he was in over his head with this task.

Fuck it. He decided to just take one of each and get out of there. He got so many; he ended up having to get another basket. By the time he had finished having an unwanted discussion about plastic bags that the store apparently no longer provided with the cashier - who he was convinced looked at him funny - paid for his purchase, and picked up the three canvas bags he had to buy to save the planet, he was too flustered and relieved that he didn’t even notice the memorial with his daughter’s picture on it. Maybe that was a good thing. That’s a panic he could face another day.

He placed the bags and the item he had picked up during his errand on your doorstep when you didn’t answer the door. He figured you might be asleep, hoping to God you weren’t ignoring him. He drove back home hoping that he had at least made up for one of his screw ups with you, and that you would give him a chance to apologize.

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You woke up after what felt like hours of sleep, your tummy no longer cramping as badly as it did this afternoon. Thank God for a hot water bottle and modern medication. You looked at your phone and opened a text from Tess. You had called her asking if she had a spare key hidden somewhere to her house. She said Joel had them, but he was out. She’ll call him and get him to send it to you as soon as he got back. Okay, okay, that’s not unreasonable. You could wait a few hours.

Tess: Joel said he left something for you on your doorstep.

Ah, the key, you thought. Good. You opened the door and saw three zipped up canvas bags and a box wrapped in red paper. Frowning, you took them all inside and unzipped the first canvas bag.

It was filled with tampon boxes.

All three canvas bags were filled with tampon boxes. A box of each different brand, and sizes.

You clapped your hand on your mouth. You didn’t know whether to laugh or be mortified. You were going to kill Tess. All you wanted was the spare key to her house so you could borrow some tampons from her. But then you noticed that the bags bore the logo of that store. The store he hadn’t visited since his daughter mercilessly lost her young and innocent life there.

And he went in to get you tampons. One of every single brand available.

An odd feeling stirred in your belly for him.

You took a picture of all the opened canvas bags and sent it to her.

Tess: Oh. My. God.

Tess: Well, at least you won’t run out anytime soon???

You: I’m going to kill you. I asked for your key! Why on earth would you make him go in there and buy them for me?

Tess: Two birds, one stone. You’re welcome.

You chucked the phone on the couch, laughing slightly.

You eyed the box. There was a card on it.

Amelia,

I’m sorry I destroyed your mug. I truly didn’t mean to. Please accept this gift as my sincere apology. I know they will never replace what I’ve broken, but I hope they help make your days better.

p/s: I’m sorry for being a jerk to you all those other times too. Hope I will get the opportunity to work for your forgiveness on those in other ways one day.

Merry Christmas.

Joel.

It was a thermal food and drink container set. From the same brand and color that he accidentally broke. Three lidded mugs of different sizes, a full thermos, a soup container and two food containers.

You gave them a wash and made your first cup of tea in the mug, smiling all the way.

He went into a store he had stayed away from to get you something you desperately needed. He went out of his way to replace a mug he accidentally destroyed. You knew those were not available in town, you had asked. He had to drive hours to get them. But he did, for you.

Maybe Joel Miller wasn’t quite the asshole you thought he was.

You took a picture of your mug of tea and sent it to him.

You: Thank you. You didn’t have to.

You: P/s: apology accepted.

From his living room, Joel smiled at your messages. His body suddenly felt lighter, and he felt as if he could breathe better. He wanted to reply, but what if he seemed too eager? He had just gotten you to actually forgive him for something. Better not push it.

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You decided to go for a run that next morning. It didn’t snow that night, so the conditions were perfect. You woke up way too early, thanks to the extra-long nap you had when you were cramping yesterday. There was a gravel road that went part way around the property. You timed it. It would take you 40 minutes to run one whole lap. After trying it a few times you managed to run a lap and a half before surrendering and walking the rest of the way home. You put your earphones in and began running.

You loved running during winter, as it turned out, the cold air made you feel less tired. You ran past Bill and Frank’s and made your way all the way round to the entrance before making your way to your cabin again. During your second lap, you got winded just before you got to the main house and slowed your pacing to begin walking.

The door to the main house opened, and Joel walked out. He quickly went down the steps, his head down as he zipped his jacket up, his body turned to walk towards where you just came from. He jumped a little when he saw you, his confident movements from seconds ago suddenly unsure, fumbled, contemplative. His hands immediately went into his pockets. His mouth opened and closed, wanting to say something to you. In truth, he was worried that if he talked to you, you would run. So, he didn’t.

But to you, this was not the same Joel that he was before. This was Joel who helped you out and did something nice for you yesterday, who apologized to you and drove for hours to pick up your much needed thermal mug to do so. Today, being Christmas Eve and all, you decided to be nice. You took off your earphones and walked towards him.

“Morning.”

“Morning,” he answered with relief. “You run? I never noticed.”

Lies. But you didn’t need to know he saw you run past that morning during your first lap. You didn’t need to know he knew you usually try for a second lap. He had seen you run. He knew your running routine.

“Sometimes. Where are you off to?”

“Er… I was going for a walk. That way,” he said nervously, pointing towards where you had just come from. You didn’t need to know he was hoping to accidentally on purpose run into you.

You eyed him, your eyes narrowing, deciding whether or not he’s lying.

“You walk? I’ve never run into you.”

“No… first time.” Shit Joel, lie better.

“Uhuh… too bad you’re just starting your walk then. I was on my way home, I thought of making some breakfast. I thought you could join me, but if you’re busy…”

He looked delighted at your offer. His right hand came out of his pocket, rubbing his neck. “Yeah? Yeah! Sure!”

“Although, I don’t have coffee. You have to bring your own if you’d like some.”

“Uh, yeah. Okay. Hang on.” He quickly ran back home and came out with an entire can of coffee in his hand, the door slamming behind him.

You started walking towards your cabin, stretching your arms a bit to avoid cooling down too fast. He stopped walking.

“You’re not going to start running again, are you? Cause I lied about going for a walk. I don’t run or go for walks for that matter.”

You laughed and shook your head. He looked relieved as he joined you again, coffee tin jiggling against his cuffs.

“Have you tried the espresso machine?”

“Yeah… it was alright, I guess… I prefer my usual though.”

“Oh, you’ve got to be kidding me. Are you really going to tell me that was not good coffee? It’s your coffee! I just got you the machine! That should just be a more concentrated, better version of your usual cup of Joe, Mr Miller!” you blurted out, faux annoyance on your face, a teasing smile threatening to sneak out.

He looked a bit stunned at your outburst, but then laughed out loud and admitted defeat. “Okay, okay, it’s good. But it takes too long! I think I’m gonna stick to the old coffee machine.”

You rolled your eyes. Whatever, Grumpus.

He stopped walking. Again.

“What did you just call me?” He stared at you with amused eyes, his mouth wide open in faux disbelief and a half-smile at your audacity.

Oh shit. Did you say that out loud? Your eyes went all round and wide – your lips sucked into your mouth, your dimples showing, and you shook your head wildly, your feet shuffling, ready to run if need be.

“Well?” his hands now on his hips, his weight on his left foot.

“I’m sorry, but let’s see. You’re the man who, in the first five minutes of meeting me, got mad at me for not wanting to get in your truck with you, a stranger, and then rolled your eyes so much when I checked with Tess I’m surprised your irises came back round to the front, THREW my dear old Uncle Benny’s suitcases into the back of your truck, called me a fucking Princess, made me fall on my arse with your stupid rickety door and smirked – you fucking smirked at me for it, and scoffed and harrumphed so much at me you might as well be a horse. So, tell me, what name should I call you, Grumpus?”

He gave you an impressed smile. “Have it your way, Princess,” he conceded, his hands up in surrender when you started towards him for calling you princess again.

The two of you walked side by side towards your cabin. He asked about you, about the farm you grew up in. You asked him about growing up on a ranch like this. By the time you unlocked your front door, most of the awkwardness of talking to old Mr Grumpy was gone.

He rolled the sleeves of his flannel up to help you with breakfast, your insistence that he sit down fell on deaf ears. You made yourself a cup of tea, him making himself a cup of coffee.

When the two of you were finally sitting down on your couch after breakfast, he pointed at the stove.

“You didn’t know how to light that when you first got here, did you?”

You cringed and shook your head.

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

You shrugged, the cringe on your face still visible, and busied yourself by taking another sip of tea.

“I’m sorry I was an ass. I knew I was being one, but… I don’t know. I couldn’t control it. I’m sorry. You would’ve asked for my help that day if I wasn’t being one. I’m just glad you didn’t get sick.”

“Why were you being such an ass? What did I do?”

He took a deep breath.

“It’s not you. You didn’t do anything wrong. My ex, Cindy. Sarah’s mom. Sarah was my…” you nodded, giving him an excuse from going down that road. You had a feeling that this right here, this story he was about to tell you, was enough for his mind today.

“Anyway, she hated it here. We met in college. Got pregnant in our last year, I asked her to marry me, she said no. She was not ready. I should’ve known then. Of course, I had always planned to come back here, to help my parents out. She knew this and was initially okay with it. We didn’t know what we were doing, we needed help with Sarah, and we have people here to do that. But after Sarah was born, she just started acting out. She said this place was suffocating her. Sarah and I were suffocating her. I even offered to move to her parent’s farm across the country, thinking she just missed her own family, but she said no. She didn’t want to be an old woman living on a ranch or a farm, she said. She wanted to go to a big city. Live her life. Be free. Glamourous. Be a city girl.”

He took another deep breath, shaking his head a bit, as if recognizing the part he played in her decision to leave.

“Anyway, I heard her complaints, but I thought it was a phase, you know? She grew up on a farm, so I thought she would soon get used to this life here. She didn’t have to do any of the work at the ranch, we agreed that she could get a job in town once Sarah was old enough to go to daycare. The week Sarah turned two months old, she mellowed. She stopped complaining. I honestly thought she was turning a corner. One morning, she said goodbye to me at the door, fed Sarah, bathed her, and then said she was going to the store. She didn’t come back for hours. Next thing we knew, we got a phone call, she was about to board a plane in Jackson. She just left. That morning, when I kissed her before I left for the stables, that was the last time I saw her.”

He looked so forlorn, you wanted to comfort him. But short of giving him a hug, which you were a bit shy to do, you didn’t know how.

“She left for LA. Changed her name, became an actress. The day I picked you up, I saw her on TV at the diner that morning. I haven’t seen her or followed her career or anything, just what I heard from people around. She’s quite successful these days, apparently, I never paid attention. They were interviewing her about some show she was on, and she actually said on national TV that she’s looking forward to being a mother one day.”

God, your blood was boiling when you heard that, you couldn’t imagine what he must have been feeling.

“In my head, I was thinking, you already were a mother. What about Sarah? It was as if she didn’t exist. I don’t care that she doesn’t acknowledge me, but Sarah? No. So, when you came in from LA, it just… triggered me. I’m sorry Amelia. It’s not fair to you. You didn’t do anything wrong.”

He looked so ashamed of himself. He laid back on the couch, looking exhausted from talking about his ex. You joined him.

“Well, if it makes you feel any better, celebrities are not all that. I was dating an actor, this British lad I met while I was at Uni, the sweetest guy in the world, until fame got to him. Cheated on me after ten years together, and now, he’s openly called me a meaningless romance. Fuck that guy. I used to pack his lunch for him because he was so destitute he couldn’t feed himself. But now he’s all famous suddenly I’m a meaningless romance? Fuck him.”

He laughed. Yeah, fuck him.

“Hey, are British guys really as suave and romantic as people make them out to be?”

“Dunno. This douche I dated was definitely not. He would never buy me tampons, that’s for sure. Unlike this American rancher I’ve just met. I now have two years’ worth of tampons, thanks to him!”

He belly-laughed, shaking his head, his face red, looking slightly embarrassed.

The two of you chit-chatted a bit, he told you about his Christmases with Sarah, you told him about yours and Benny’s. You both talked about your traditions, presents, food, finding it surprisingly easy to talk to each other.

And then asked you what your plans were for that evening.

“Er… Netflix and Ramen?”

He smiled, licked his lips and asked, his nerves showing.

“Will you come to town with me this evening? They light the Christmas tree tonight.”

“Okay.”

“Yeah? Okay! Uh… I’ll pick you up at 5?”

“Okay.”

His smile literally lit up the room. He got up and made his way to the door. He reminded you to dress warmly, and that he’ll see you soon. He was about to walk out when you realized something.

“Mr Miller, your coffee,” you said, going to the kitchen to get it for him.

“It’s Joel. Leave it here. For next time,” he said, before turning and walking away, a huge smile on his face.

Your cheeks warmed at the implication.

5pm couldn’t come soon enough.

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Part 6

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꒰ ☕ ꒱ ┊: The Life Created (4)

- The Third Trimester

↳ Various x FemReader

- The following characters are Gun Park, Goo Kim, Samuel Seo, Jake Kim, and Vin Jin

꒰ ☕ ꒱ ┊: Gun Park

The last trimester was quite the challenge, Gun had already prepared your things and things for the baby in case you go into labor.

He also decorated the nursery into a sky-themed room, he added a lot of soft pillows in her crib afraid that the baby might fall.

He also put an extra bassinet in your guys' bedroom for the baby to sleep in at night.

He already bought a lot of baby toys for your little girl, and the both of you settled for the name Haneul, full name Haneul Park, English name, Heaven.

Gun also bought you a little fabric that helps you carry your heavy tummy, he also offers you a lot of back massages because he knows how hard it is to carry a baby.

Every time you're struggling he rushes home immediately, even though there's someone to take care of you at home, (A Maid he hired specifically for you).

When you went into labor, Gun thought he was prepared, but he was pretty much panicking inside.

He wasted no time to carry you to the car, the bag he packed was already there ahead of time.

He rushed you to the hospital and he was there with you the whole time.

He held your hand all the way through, not caring about the pain because it didn't hurt him.

When Heaven was born, he held you both in his arms as you cried looking at your beautiful baby girl.

Gun felt proud and accomplished that moment as he looked at the beautiful family he started.

꒰ ☕ ꒱ ┊: Goo Kim

Much like Gun, he was already preparing ahead of time.

He also turned the nursery into a mermaid and pirate-themed room, it was beautiful.

He had so much fun browsing for cute baby stuff on the internet that it got out of hand.

There's another room dedicated to their playroom and it's filled with toys and learning stuff.

He also bought a lot of cute matching clothing for the twins.

Goo kept buying a lot of stuff online which led you to confiscate his phone to keep him from getting more things for the baby.

He also struggled with trying to install the car seat but he eventually did it after crying inside.

Y'all named the babies Yoon-Ho and Yoon-Sik, full name Kim Yoon-Ho and Kim Yoon-Sik.

Goo kept a picture of their ultrasound in his wallet.

When they were born, he cried seeing them for the first time.

He held his baby boy Yoon-Ho while you hold your baby girl Yoon-Sik.

Goo definitely schedule a family photoshoot for all of you and constantly brags about your children to everyone.

꒰ ☕ ꒱ ┊: Samuel Seo

Samuel took you to a lot of dinner dates to have fun.

He paid for someone to take care of you while he worked with Goo.

Samuel did a lot of research to ensure your comfort and safety.

He decorated the nursery to be princess theme and got a lot of dresses and tiny little tiaras for the baby.

He also redid your guys' bedroom to make it look like a modern royal bedroom.

Samuel also reserved a hospital room and an ambulance just in case you're going into labor.

And when you did go into labor, he wasn't home, he was out running some errands.

He panicked and rushed straight home, almost getting a speeding ticket in the process.

Good thing the ambulance was there when he got home.

He was with you in the delivery room, holding your hand and reassuring you through every second.

You guys named her Gongju, full name Seo Gonju, English name Princess.

Took a lot of photos of her as a baby and framed most of them.

He would take care of her every day.

꒰ ☕ ꒱ ┊: Jake Kim

Jake did a lot to help you throughout the whole third trimester.

He began to get a lot of cute baby clothes for the child.

He decorated the nursery with a fnaf theme.

Jake got help from Lua to prepare a go-go bag for whenever you go into labor.

He always stook around, not wanting to leave you alone.

When you went into labor, the whole big deal waited outside the delivery room.

When baby Kim U-Jin was born, the members of big deal got in one by one to drop off their gifts.

You guys received a lot of toys for the baby.

Big deal also threw a celebration party for your son's birth.

You received a lot of help with the baby and other stuff.

Everyone was giving you a lot of support.

꒰ ☕ ꒱ ┊: Vin Jin

He had a lot of help from Mary because he really didn't know what to do.

Vin slowly learned a lot of things about how to take care of a child and is putting in a lot of effort so that he can help once the baby arrives.

He made a small jungle-themed nursery and created little mixtapes and mashups from lullabies so that he could play it for your guys' future son.

Mary was the one to make VIn prepare a baby bag so that you guys would have fewer worries when you go into labor.

When you did go into labor Vin was pretty much cool, but inside he internally panicking.

When Vin Jong-Su was finally born, Vin felt his heart melt but kept a straight face and acted cool.

You'd catch him acting all cute in front of the baby though.

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would steve ever insist that eddie comes to basketball games with him just so they have an excuse to get those good seats right at the court that famous people and celebrities usually get?

Eddie is not Steve’s go-to person if he wants basketball tickets.

He goes to Lucas because every doctor knows a doctor that knows someone with season tickets they never use. And also, Steve kinda wants to go to the game with someone who, you know, will actually enjoy being there.

Eddie’s undying hatred of all things sports is, well…undying.

But Steve’s been a Pacers’ fan since the first time his dad shoved a basketball in his hands and taught him how to shoot. He has watched them lose in the playoffs every year that they make it to it, but he’s convinced. 2014 was going to be different.

He just can’t get tickets. He spent all day trying to buy them online and failed, and all the resale tickets are for seats that suck or way over his paygrade. Him and Eddie pay for their own hobbies out of their separate bank accounts, and Steve can’t afford the absolutely ridiculous price that’s being asked so…

“Please?” Steve asked, big puppy eyes and adorable little pout. He knew what he was doing and so did Eddie. “Pretty please? I never ask you for anything, Ed…Okay, fine, except for all the stuff I ask you for, but this is different. It’s a small price to pay to see my team win.”

“Your team that has literally never won in the history of all time?”

“How many championships does Leg-less the loser elf have?” Steve asked.

“…It’s Legolas,” Eddie said. “And he was a part of the fellowship that kinda saved the world.”

“So was I,” Steve pointed out. “And I deserve this.”

Steve didn’t ask for courtside seats. He didn’t ask to be sat among the rich and famous. Hell, he didn’t even ask Eddie to go with him. He just wanted to see if Eddie had a connection that could get him a ticket for a seat that wasn’t in the nosebleeds.

Steve doesn’t really believe that the tickets Eddie showed him are real until they are sitting in their seats – their seats that are courtside and five feet away from Paul George warming up. Steve is so excited to be there that he pretty much misses Eddie shaking someone’s hand right in front of him until he’s nudged in the shoulder, “Babe, you know, Sandy, right?”

“Yeah, totally,” Steve says absently, sparing a glance in the direction Eddie was gesturing before looking back out at the court. It takes him a second for his brain to register who he was just looking at and then, “Holy shit, you’re Sandra Bullock.”

She is just as beautiful and as nice as Steve has always thought she was, and she’s amused by him which makes Steve blush. She holds out her hand to him, “And you are…”

“I’m…” Steve trails off, only picking back up his train of thought when Eddie laughs loudly beside him. “Steve. I’m Steve. Uh, Harrington. Eddie’s – I’m – we’re together, by law.”

“We’re married,” Eddie grinned, throwing his arm over Steve’s shoulder, and wiggling his wedding ring at her. “Still working on how to tell people, obviously.”

She congratulates them and talks to them a bit about the game (bring Steve out of his starstruck stupor), and even buys them champagne as a late little wedding gift. It’s a blast.

Eddie spends half the game flinching every time the ball bounces a little too close or a player nearly ends up in their lap, but Steve is loving all of it. The other half of the time, Eddie is having Steve explain what’s going on and who the players are, or he’s talking to the guy next to him.

It’s some square jawed model type that Steve doesn’t recognize and also, doesn’t like. He’s a little too friendly with his husband, especially when he curled a piece of Eddie’s hair around his finger. When the two of them end up on the kiss cam together, Eddie doesn’t even get a chance to register it before Steve pulls him nearly out of the camera frame and kisses him.

Later, fans will make jokes about the pictures of that night because it’s very clear that Steve and Eddie switched seats.

#channeling this pictures of Ethan Hawke and his son switching seats so he can talk to Rihanna #btw I don’t know anything about basketball. all if this was googled #Steve’s like: remember when I got brain damage saving the world? buy me tickets for it #And Eddie every time a player nearly collides with the first row: How is this legal or safe?#eddie munson tiktok saga #steve harrington #eddie munson

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