#in this carat shit for life now

[johnnysuhbmarine]

Guess my favorite album:

EXTREMELY difficult edition B)

[rubyreduji]

reading and doing — ljh

summary: jihoon catches you reading fanfic about him

tags: smut (minors dni!), gn!reader, idol!jihoon, pre-established relationship, lowkey crack warnings: badly written dirty talk, small dick jihoon <3, explicit unprotected sex, dom(ish) jihoon, choking, restraint for a sec, spit used as lube, fingering, rough sex, fingers in mouth, creampie wc: 2.3k an: a meta ass fanfic. i tried to keep it gn so pls don’t mention the use of certain words okay bye

Woozi thrusts his thick, large juicy cock into your soaking wet pussy and you squeal in delight.

A giggle escapes from your throat as you read the sentence. You will never not be amused by how people like to describe Jihoon’s dick in their writing.

“What’s so funny over there?” Jihoon asks as he turns his desk chair to look at you where you sit on his studio couch. 

“Oh nothing,” you tell him, a small grin still plastered on your face. 

Jihoon knows better than that and stands up and walks over to you. Before you can react Jihoon plucks your phone out of your hand and looks at what you were reading. A look of confusion mixed with disgust appears on his face.

“What is this?”

You snatch your phone back from him. “Fanfiction. About you specifically.”

“What does that mean?”

“It means Carats write stories about you, usually about you and them being a couple. The stuff I read is mostly sex stories, but some of the slice of life stuff is cute too,” you explain with a shrug.

“Sex stories?!” Jihoon now looks more worried than anything else.

“Yeah, they’re kinda funny. Everyone thinks you have a big dick.” You know your boyfriend isn’t insecure about his size, whether it’s his height or…other parts of him, but you still like to playfully tease him every once in a while.

“I don’t know why the Carats would want to write something like that.”

“It lets them be delusional about being with you, let them have it Jihoonie.”

“It sounds like something Mingyu would like. You know how he is about fan interactions.”

“Oh there’s a lot for Mingyu!” You tell Jihoon. “I don’t read them though of course, I only read yours.”

“That I also don’t get. Why even read them when you have the real thing.”

“Because it’s fun! I like to see how people characterize you. The one I’m reading is just for shits and giggles, but some of them are actually good. Here.” You scroll on your phone until you find your folder of saved fics and pull up one of your favorites.

Jihoon takes your phone from you and reads a couple of lines before scrunching up his face and shaking his head. “I still don’t get it. You can’t actually find stuff like this hot.”

“I don’t know, it kind of is. I know you better than anyone else so I can just put you in those situations. It’s fun. I read them when you’re away on tour.”

This gets another dramatic look out of Jihoon. “You do not.”

“I miss you okay! And you’re always busy so I just go to the next best thing. If it makes you feel better sometimes I’ll also put on Ruby when I’m masturbating and just listen to that to get off.”

“Okay and now this conversation has taken a whole new turn.”

You giggle. “C’mon Hoonie, just read this with me. It’ll be fun! Maybe you’ll even find you like them.”

“I’m not sure how I’ll find enjoyment in reading what someone else has written about me.”

“You need to take a break anyways, please!” You give him your best puppy dog eyes and Jihoon glares at you but sits down on the couch.

“I don’t even know why I’m doing this,” he grumbles.

“Because you love me. And you’re secretly curious.”

Jihoon moves so your body is between his legs, your back leaning against his front. His head rests on your shoulder as you hold the phone up to read the fic. 

“This is technically a few chapters into a series but I really enjoy the smut so if the plot doesn’t make sense, don’t mind it.”

“Y/N this ridiculous-”

“Shhh, just read.” 

Jihoon listens to you and you can tell he is actually reading the fic from the small grunts he lets out in reaction to the story. There’s a bit of plot at the start before it gets into the smut and Jihoon stops you at a moment when you can scroll to it.

“Do people really like this? They want to see me in these situations?”

“Oh come on Jihoon you know what the fans think of you. You can’t be totally oblivious. You read your comments and I know you have a burner Twitter.”

Jihoon doesn’t have a rebuttal for that and you smile knowing you’re right. 

“Y/N I really do have work I need to-”

“Wait no, this is the good part.” You lean all of your body weight on Jihoon so he can’t get up, even though you know realistically he’s strong enough to displace you if he really wanted to. Jihoon just huffs and allows you to keep him hostage.

You try not to giggle as you read the smut, especially because you can tell Jihoon is invested. The smut in the fanfic that you picked isn’t anywhere near how Jihoon actually acts in bed and you wish you could see his face to see if he’s either intrigued or disgusted.

“Do people actually think I’m this mean?” Jihoon finally says and you laugh.

“Some people. You can be kinda mean sometimes. I think on camera you come off as standoffish,” you say. “But a lot of people think you’re sweet too. Also people are just kinky like that and enjoy this stuff.”

“Do you? You know I’m nothing like this.”

“I think you’re perfect the way you are. Don’t think me reading this stuff is me actually wanting you to be like this, I just think it’s fun to picture you in different scenarios. I mean, if people wrote smut about me would you want to read it?”

“I don’t know, I’ve never thought about it, because that’s weird to think about,” Jihoon grunts.

“Getting defensive there Hoonie?”

“Just shut up and go back to reading,” Jihoon grumbles.

“Oh you want to go back to reading? So you like it?”

“I just want you to shut up.” 

You do shut up, but only because you want Jihoon to continue reading.

The fic is getting to your favorite part when things start to get really intense. You have to give props to the writer for really going in. You know that you would never be able to find such…colorful language to use to describe the things you and Jihoon get up to.

You can feel Jihoon shift behind you. A small smirk spreads on your face when you feel the smallest bit of bulge press into your lower back. Jihoon likes this. 

“You okay back there Jihoonie?” You wiggle your hips a bit and Jihoon lets out a huff that you’re pretty sure is hiding a moan. “Enjoying this?”

“No.” His voice sounds tense and he answered a little too quickly to not be suspicious.

“It’s okay if you do Ji. It’s a bit of an ego boost isn’t it? Knowing all these people find you’re hot. I know this fic is particularly well liked, it has nearly three thousand interactions on it, and then all of the people who have read it without interacting. Do you like that? Three thousand people want to fuck you Hoonie.”

“I-I don’t-”

“Even if you don’t find that hot, isn’t the actual story kind of sexy? Just imagine it’s you and me in this scenario. Don’t you wanna be tangled up together as you fuck my brains out?”

“Y/N,” Jihoon whines. “Stop.”

“Stop? Stop what? Teasing you? No, I think you like it, just like how you liked the fanfic. Doesn’t it sound fun? Don’t you wanna do mean things to me while telling me how pretty I am?”

“Th-”

“Admit it baby, you like thinking about putting your big, fat cock into me.” You know you’re taking a gamble with your choice of words but it seems to work because Jihoon finally breaks.

You feel Jihoon’s hand come up around your neck and slam your body back into his. “Maybe I do.” His mouth is right next to your ear and you have to admit you do let out a shudder. “You want me to do mean things to you?”

“I think you want to do mean things to me.”

“Maybe I do, what then?”

“Then what are you waiting for?”

That’s all Jihoon needs to flip you both over, position himself over you. You definitely were not expecting to awaken a new kink in Jihoon when you told him to read the fic with you, but you’re definitely not complaining.

Jihoon keeps his loose grip around the base of your neck as he leans down to lock his lips with yours. The kiss is harsh and hurried and it doesn’t take long for Jihoon to stick his tongue in your mouth. He licks at your mouth and you arch your body into his.

His body rests between your legs and you can feel him grind down against you, his dick already fully hard. Jihoon’s mouth pops off of yours with a loud smacking sound. His hand moves off of your neck and trails down your body before it makes it to the hem of your shirt. He pushes his hand up under it, his fingertips making contact with the warm skin of your stomach.

He rubs his palm over your waist before moving higher to grope at your chest. His finger flicks over your nipple and you moan. Jihoon chuckles at this.

“Clothes off,” he growls as he pulls away from you. You quickly comply, stripping down to nothing as Jihoon does this same.

His cock is already slick with pre-cum at the tip and you have the urge to get on your knees and suck him off. Jihoon doesn’t allow this though, as he pushes you back onto the couch. You’re definitely worked up yourself by now and Jihoon can tell.

“Needy little thing, aren’t you?”

“You’re one to talk,” you bit back. 

“Ah, but I’m the one in control here.” Jihoon grabs your wrists and pins them above your head. “Aren’t I?”

“Hoon-ah, please,” you beg.

“Please what?”

“Please fuck me.”

Jihoon grins. “Glady.”

Jihoon lets go of your hands and brings his fingers up to his lips. You watch as he spits on the digits before moving them down to play with your entrance. You buck your hips into his hand and Jihoon uses his other hand to push them back down.

After what feels like an eternity of teasing Jihoon finally pushes one finger into you and you let out a mewl. Jihoon pumps it in and out of you until you start to loosen up and then he shoves another one into you. He continues to do this over again until you’re finally adequately opened up.

“Ready for me?”

You nod and Jihoon lines his cock up to you and pushes in. It’s a comfortable, familiar feeling as Jihoon starts to rock his hips into you. Jihoon is buried balls deep into you when he grabs your leg and hikes up over his shoulder.

Whereas Jihoon is usually soft and slow with you, he’s now fast and hard as he slams his cock into you deeper and deeper. Jihoon has always been an adequate lover, but now you get what people mean by it’s not the size but how it’s used.

Jihoon locks one of his hands around your thigh, digging his fingertips into the fat there. You’re sure you’re going to bruise later, but you don’t care right now. His other hand reaches down and cups your jaw. His thumb swipe over your lower lip before pressing down.

“You right, you do look pretty like this,” Jihoon smirks down at you. This thumb presses harder into your bottom lip until Jihoon finally pushes it all the way into your mouth, pushing down on your tongue. “Next time I’m going to tie you up and make you choke on my cock.”

You whine around Jihoon’s thumb at the image. It’s a good thing Jihoon is blocking you from saying anything because you’re sure if you tried it would just be utter nonsense.

With the way Jihoon is cramming up your g-spot you know you’re not going to last much longer. Luckily it seems like Jihoon is close as well from the concentration displayed on his face.

“Fuck, gonna cum inside, yeah?” You just nod the best you can.

You’re expecting Jihoon to cum first, but your climax creeps up on you and suddenly your legs are shaking as your back arches up off the couch. Your eyes roll back into your head as you let out a wanton moan.

Seeing you fucked out thorougly makes Jihoon spill over the edge finally, his warm cum spilling into you. He stays in you for a moment to catch his breath. He leans down to press kisses to your bare shoulder, nipping at the skin as he does.

Once you two finally have recovered, Jihoon slowly pulls out of his. You can feel his cum slide out of you as he does and it makes you whimper a bit.

“You were so good for me,” Jihoon coos.

“So you liked it?” You grin at him.

He defeatedly nods. “Yeah, yeah I did.”

“Yay! See Hoonie, look at all the doors this has opened. Maybe we should read more fanfiction together.”

“No, nope. We discovered this one thing, no more.” With that Jihoon gets up to go get you some water and a rag to clean up with.

Despite his final protests, you still feel victorious as you grab your phone and scroll down to the comments of the fic you two were reading.

You’re not going to understand this, but thank you SO MUCH for writing this fic, you’re the best &lt;3

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[sungjinhos]

WESTERN WIND

Vernon is on the verge of freaking out - Vernon is chill, Vernon is calm, but everyone has a limit, and Vernon's limit is when he complains 3 consecutive weeks about his front wing and the engineering team doesn't do a thing about it.

✦ genre: F1 Alternative Universe, almost enemiers to lovers (but really just have a fight in the workplace now we are weird), smut, they do it without protection so - be safe guys love you.

✦ word count: 8.9k+ ✦ title inspired by Carly Rae Jepsen - Western wind

✦ Thea note: okay, this was a challenge!! This was written for a friend who enjoys the f1 world and isn't a carat - but we are working on it. I write for me and I write what i like to read and to me, Vernon screams lazy sex so that's that - that's really nothing more on this subject. reminder 1: i am not an english speaker so i am very sorry about any mistake but you don't need to be a bitch about it. Also, I may try to write every member but gooooood some are harder than others, and vernon was hard for me so i am sorry if the characterization is weird or when you are reading this you think shit this is not Vernon lol I reached a point where i was like yeah i'm giving up.

Vernon has always been obsessed with the idea of flying. 

Not taking an airplane-flying, but actually flying. The closest he got to this was behind a steering wheel. And he got so obsessed with the feeling - first the wind against his face, then the whiplash of going too fast.  He loved it so much that he just made a career out of it. 

And Vernon was good at it, one of the best really, first drive in his new team and all. But it is the seventh grand prix and the car still lacking and there is so much he can do with pure strength and strategy. 

He can't fight aerodynamics. He can't, and to be honest, he shouldn't do what the engineering team was supposed to. But he is one step away from getting out of the car and breaking the damn front wing with his bare hand in the middle of the box. Vernon, a lot of people don't know, but he has this kind of superpower when he gets incredibly mad his face is still calm, and nobody knows he is on the verge of freaking out.

But Vernon just handles the steering wheel to the guy next to the car and jumps off it without making a scene. On a scale of Fernando Alonso to Kimi Raikkonen Vernon leans more to Kimi's side, even though right now he may pull off a Nico Rosberg or psychological warfare like Michael Schumacher against the engineering team, he is not above it today. 

He is no Kimi Raikkone though. Vernon does prefer just being in the car. He enjoys being on the circuit running laps. He is chill with being on the go, traveling around, jumping on airplanes, and Vernon developed a near to perfect packing method - he travels with just a backpack, thanks god. Vernon doesn't love press tours, sometimes they are just insufferable. He doesn't love to have a run down when his week has been shit - trashed car or broken really. But otherwise, Vernon is cool with it, he laughs a little, he goofs with other pilots, he has friends - sometimes he goes out with Lee Chan the Haas pilot. Sometimes he cracks jokes with Mingyu and Wonwoo - the Red Bull duo. So sometimes press is actually fun, and even tho Vernon is an accomplished guy in his field pole and race win on his name he also still has idols on the paddocks because he is against names like Choi Seungcheol and Hong Joshua.

So Vernon enjoys his life really, he isn't one to overthinking about what choosing this type of life made him lose. He gained so much that it would be unfair to do that, to wonder what it could be.

But when Vernon feels like his team is not even hearing his complaint about how the aerodynamics of the car is fucked up Vernon wants to just crash the car and scream in the box. What the fuck? Fix the gooddamn wing for fuck's sake. 

But Vernon doesn't scream in the middle of the box, it wouldn't be good for the press, and Vernon is calm he is chill, but he isn't dumb. He does this when the engineering team, himself, and Choi Minho, his team principal, are in a more private area.

"What the hell? I've been complaining about the front wing since the Australia GP."

"We have been working on the wing." The engineering girl slash prodigy answers.

"And why the fuck is not working properly? This car will fly out of the track if a single drop of rain falls." Vernon continues because he is the one putting his life on the line really. Why no one is giving a fuck about what he has been saying.

"We are trying, you know about regulations we cant-" You try to say as if everybody doesn't remember that FIA is actually the worst ever and it is your job to care about regulations too.

"Oh my fucking God. I gonna crash this car in the first fucking lap I am not even kidding." Vernon says pacing around the table, he hates the whole can't do won't do FIA-related frustration. 

"Ok, Vernon you know we can't really do anything about it right now," Minho says arms crossed. "So stop bitching about it, and no you will not crash my car in the first lap you are not stupid." And now Vernon knows he can't really crash his car but he feels the urge to do it nonetheless, Minho can scrap his bank account he doesn't care, he can go fucking penny less but he will have his front wing fixed up.

 "You," Minho says pointing at you and you are actually relieved, you can take the screams of the team principal - even tho Minho is not near screaming, but taking shit from the pilot? Not gonna happen "For fuck sake take his complaint and actually do something about it for the next GP, you have like 5 people that could have been working for NASA in the team if he complains again about this mothefucker wing again I gonna have a stroke," he says leaving the room.

"Why do you guys only act when I bring Choi Minho to the room?" Vernon asks feeling dumb and to be honest disrespected. He knows he is young, he knows he is new, but he was brought to the team for a reason.

"Not that it matters," You say already picking the things around the table, probably from a previous meeting. "But he is my boss, not you Vernon."

"I am the one inside the car," Vernon says trying to attain some kind of respect or authority.

"Ok, that's not relevant to me whatsoever. I work designing a car that if we put a dog behind the wheel is gonna be fast so-" You say because you are tired this front wing nightmare has been going on for more than the australia grand prix actually, it's always the same problem, again and again, your team fixes it but it always comes back to life like a zombie or something.

"Did you just say that I am not relevant? Are you kidding me?" Vernon actually scoffs because of course he knew when he arrived in Mercedes that the team is bigger than him, he knew what all the critics said, but being treated that poorly by a co-worker? Fucked up man.

"That's not what I meant-"

"Yeah yeah yeah like Im just a dumb kid on the wheel, that's what you meant. I really thought we could build a nice relationship and all-" Vernon cuts you already opening up his overall because it is hot as fuck, like one step away from dying hot. "I guess the civil war thing going on wasn't in my plans but if you guys on the engineering want that I have no problem whatsoever in being a fucking dick."

Vernon says almost dashing to his trailer, fucking stupid overalls dangling around his waist because if one of the journalists asks him something about his wing or his time or how Kim Mingyu got the pole, Choi Minho is not the only one who will have a stroke. Health care plans and his life insurance will skyrocket.

After Vernon takes a shower, he realizes how dumb and idiotic he is. This happens a lot. Vernon doesn't really know how to deal with his rage, so when the anger dissipates, he just ends up regretting everything. 

Regretting is not even close to the proper word. When Vernon analyzes the chances of him fucking up his entire year because you simply do not rage war on your engineering team - that was like a rule, not a rule scratch that, it was a dogma. A rule you can break, if you try that shit on a dogma, you will root in hell. The hell being Vernon's worst nightmare - having the team ask him to pull aside to the other driver because he can't keep up, the reason? His shitty ass front wing.

But when the actual race comes and Vernon starts the race in third and finishes up in 5th place, he doesn't know who will drop dead first, him or Choi Minho. 

"Do we need a meeting between grand prix to fix this hellhole you guys have been calling a car?" His boss asks and Vernon can see you just rolling your eyes. Dude, that's crazy. Did you just roll your eyes to Choi Minho? That was insane. 

And Vernon coped the only way he knew - developing a wealth obsession fueled by hatred, all because you didn't give him his wing and a roll of your eyes at Choi Minho.

Before that, Vernon really didn't have a problem with you. Since he moved to Mercedes everything was great! Great team! New and more powerful car! Great teammate - Lee Jihoon, who actually took Vernon under his wing. The pre-season was great, and he didn't have problems with you whenever you two had to talk about the development stage of the car. 

Actually, Vernon finds you interesting really, that's not a lot of women in F1, and the majority of the women actually deal with public relations or team management like Kwon Boa. He always saw you around, really, always in jeans, tennis, and a Mercedes shirt. Sometimes with glasses, sometimes with a cap on. Always chatting with someone, sometimes writing things down on a notebook, sometimes explaining something. 

He didn't actually have any problems with you. He didn't have a reason, but now? Now Vernon can't really back off, can he? God, he was not a fighter and neither a hater, but he wasn't a coward either. 

So when his one-week break is cut short and people send him to Northamptonshire Vernon is angry because really: 1st he could use a few days off, 2nd between the Emilia-Romagna and the Monaco GP he had booked a crazy Airbnb in Cannes.

Now he was stuck in this hell hole of a place, in a way too cold meeting room, with like the whole engineering team and his boss. Not ideal. So Vernon's mind just wonders really, he thinks about how he needs to catch up on his favorite TV show, maybe he can check on his family later, or call his friend Boo Seungkwan - maybe he would call Seungkwan to Monaco is bouge enough for Seungkwan.

“And that's why we try to fix the front wing, but it seems like the aerodynamic problem is always back. Lee Seokmin actually did design another front wing at the start of the pre-season but you guys said that this one had a better grip” You finish the whole ppt-presentation, sometimes you hated your job so much, and by sometimes you meant the whole ppt presentation of a problem that we can`t actually fix because of regulations and because you guys main driver didn't do proper feedback in the first place. And now you have a problem in your hands, that to begin with, it wasn't even yours. 

“So the best thing we can do is?” Choi Minho asks and you laugh because right now you are not the one treating Vernon like a damn child on the wheel, it is Choi Minho, but Vernon is too engrossed in his own mind to notice or he feigns ignorance because it is Choi Minho who is talking, not you the mere translator girl for the engineering team. 

“We can try always the wet tire even if it's just light, and we can always use the soft tire at the beginning of the race it is the less durable but if he is in a good position to start with we can always call him back-”

“So, we did this three-hour meeting” Vernon actually checked his watch. It was a tree hour meeting for god`s sake. “for the resolution being soft tire and pray for a good pit stop? Are we crazy?”

“If you heard about FIA rules we cannot-” You try to speak but really, you don't even know why you start when you know you gonna be ignored by the man in the room and it’s F1 there is always a man in the room, always.

“Ok ok,” Vernon interrupts. “Just so you know that’s crazy, everything about this wing situation is crazy, we are just handling the championship, we are not even close to being - I don't know? 5th fucking place.” 

“We need to make the legal team re-analyze the rules,” Minho says contemplative and not really angry, and to be honest you wouldn't be either because it is true, but Vernon could be less bitch about it because it is not your fault either

“Just that? Ok,” Vernon says and he gets up because when Minho talks about the legal team it`s gonna take 4 to 6 days to actually find a loophole in the damn manual, but hey ok, it's fine, Vernon it’s chill, but not chill enough because the next moment his mouth is moving. “Maybe you could ask for the engineering team to work on that too I don't know just a thought” 

And you laugh, loud and clear. And Vernon is truly spooked. What the heck? Are you going crazy? Has the excruciating work and the insane hours with the weekly jetlag made you crazy? 

“Yeah Minho,” you say, picking up the papers. Why do you always pick up? Are they top-secret papers? Vernon never thought about corporate espionage, but it may be a thing. “Maybe you can ask your drivers for proper feedback when I ask them about grip and wings and start making them say whole sentences, not it's bad and a sad emoji. If we did send a form about this shit we wouldn't have this problem,” You actually leave them room, but Minho and Vernon continue listening to your voice down the hall. “Oh Vernon, how it’s going with the car. Make them say 4 whole sentences and not it's chill. Maybe that would help” and then you scream. “Just a thought."

“I mean” Choi Minho starts getting up too. “Nothing against a rivalry in the workplace, dang in my times, it was worse. But if I get an actual complaint - Humans Resources or Legal Team involved - I am so firing both of you, and I am not even caring about labor law or whatever.” 

And Vernon thinks it's weird how he was the first one to get up and the last one out of the meeting room.

So when Vernon actually arrives in Monaco - Boo Seungkwan, his best friend since birth, on his side, the civil war in his team is still going on at full speed. The tire strategy is still in place. Choi Minho still looks at him every five minutes like a babysitter. You still give a side eye every time you both share a room, Vernon is even more aware that you roll your eyes at everyone. Are you just discontent with everything?

But he doesn't think so when he sees you and Jeonghan, the team strategy, and Jun, one of the mechanics, laughing while eating lunch. Vernon is puzzled really why the fuck is he, Choi Minho, and the whole team getting side eyes and Jeonghan and Jun receiving beautiful smiles and even laughs? That's weird, more than weird, that's unfair really.

"What's going on in your head?" Boo Seungkwan asks, actually stealing a bite of Vernon chicken's breast. 

"Just, you know the whole war in the team. That's the girl that is actually making my life hell." Vernon says voice low like he is telling Seungkwan a secret, trying to be discreet. 

"That one?" Seungkwan asks loud and not caring about the top secret war going on, apparently. "Oh, Vernon, she is pretty."

"And?" Vernon thinks puzzled because really he never stopped to think about it. "Ok, ok, stop looking," Vernon says when he sees Jeonghan looking back at his table, grabbing Seungkwan and almost getting up and turning Seungkwan`s head himself. God.

"You didn't tell me she was pretty." Seungkwan acts like it was the most important thing ever. Missing the point, really, because the most important thing ever in this whole ordeal was Vernon's career and the probability of it ending abruptly. 

"Yeah, because it is not important, I mean…" Vernon trails off because again, he never stopped really, but thinking about you are pretty. Or at least not recently. Vernon thinks back when you two met in the pre-season and he may have blushed once or twice talking to you in the first days, but he wouldn't call it a crush.

"Hey Vernon," Jeonghan says, stopping at his side. "We will go over the strategy at 3 pm for the first free practice, so if you need anything, just give us a heads up before."

"Oh, sure man, actually I was thinking about the ty-" Vernon starts.

"Bye guys, if I hear one more driver talking about how they don’t want to start with a soft tire today, I'm gonna jump the nearest cliff." You say, lacing arms with Jun and just dragging him.

"Oh, she is feisty today," Jeonghan laughs. "Okay, anyway, you can bring everything to the team, right? I need to actually get some information with her so-" 

"Sure, sure man, no big." 

“Yeah," Boo Seungkwan just laughs, and laughs, he actually almost falls backward type of laughing “When was the last time you got laid?"

"Hm?" Out of nowhere? What the heck was going on in his friend’s mind? But Vernon actually needs time to think about it, fuck, when was the last time? Vernon didn’t even remember with whom. "I don't know a few weeks?"

"Months right?" Seungkwan answered in a heartbeat, chewing on a long French fries.

"Maybe dude, you know it is hard when I am always on the go." And it was hard, Vernon wasn’t lying. He didn’t enjoy the whole no-string attached really, and after he got a little famous - in a very niche type of famous he knew that, he was no rockstar type of guy, but still, he enjoyed it even less.

"Yeah didn't peg you for doing in the workplace kind of guy, always talking about how it is precious and nothing can disturb the paddock’s energy,” Seungkwan says making Vernon almost choke on his food.

“First, that is the rule that applies when you want to bring your boyfriend Kwon Soonyoung because last time he almost broke my trophy,” Vernon can actually feel the chill going through his body just remembering the scene that his traumatized brain conjures up, it was his first grand prix win and Seungkwan boyfriend almost knocked it down. “second we are not doing anything. We are actually enemies” 

“Oh,” Seungkwan stops, truly stops, dropping his fork and knife, and he stares at Vernon, but Vernon knows it is not a stare, Seungkwan is analyzing Vernon like he always did. “Well, that's even worse, because when it happens - see not if, I said when it's going to be a nuclear bomb, thanks good I am not going to Spain with you and me and my lovely boyfriend will be having a few days off in Monaco so��” 

The problem was that Seungkwan was always annoyingly right. Seungkwan was right when he said Vernon's last relationship wouldn't last more than 3 months. Seungkwan was also right about Vernon's first love and second. Seungkwan had this superpower really, Seungkwan was always there to see the picture better before Vernon did.

But Vernon always just shrugged and went to his next task, now free practice. And Vernon did slightly better than he thought - 4th place. So he wasn't actually totally dejected after the press asked him about the probability of rain. Everything was fine until Vernon saw the little orange cat hiding in the corner of the Mercedes trailer.

Vernon squatted and tried to call the little kitten really, it was tiny and made Vernon's heart break a little because when the cat was approaching him Vernon saw how he was limping, front paw looking hurt. Also, the little dude looked muddy. He may hate Vernon for it, but he needed a good wash.

"Hey," You say looking at Vernon who just started stroking the orange cat fur. "I was just-" You point at the water container.

"Ah yeah," Vernon says, giving you a nod. "I was thinking of finding something so this little guy can eat but-"

"We don't know anything around, same." You say squatting on Vernon's side and putting the container on the ground, little dude giving you both a meow.

"Could we-" Vernon starts but you just cut him.

"Make a trainee do the hard work? Make them go to the nearest supermarket, " you say, laughing a little, like you laugh with others. And Vernon thinks that maybe your brain is too fast, two-step forwards already, ahead of everyone, always.

"Yeah, I was thinking about asking someone or even the Grand Prix organizers to even get a vet around. I think something is wrong with his paw." Vernon points at the cat, and he stops for a minute thinking about how he is so used to being in the paddock but not really knowing his way around it. He strokes the cat again, almost feeling the urge to pick him up and go around asking if anyone knows a vet.

"You shouldn't be touching him." You say and Vernon feels a little offended. Did you enjoy telling him what to do? Vernon could take it, he didn't like it, but when it was about the race he could take it, but about a cat? Really? "Like, for health reasons." 

"Yeah, I was thinking about taking him to the trailer, but if he has fleas, that would be a nightmare," Vernon says hand still scratching the little cat like the rebel he was. 

"Can you-" You trail off, looking around, and Vernon can almost see your brain working inside your skull.

"What?"

"Look, we have like two options.” You say getting up and fixing your pants. And Vernon thinks that Seungkwan was actually right shit, you are actually and objectively pretty. “You can be an asshole and make someone do the job just because you are throwing a i am a star fit"

"Or?"

"You could totally do your I am a heartthrob bit on the communication team newbie, she kinda has a crush on you, so she would totally find Seb a vet place. Just don't let Minghao know.” Vernon just feels like a lot of what you just said goes over his head because it really doesn’t make sense to him, Heartthrob what? Crush who? Seb? 

"Are we calling him Seb?"

"I mean he just gives me Sebastian Vettel energy all around you know, he is kind of shy and orange," you say trying not to sound dumb, feeling a little anxious - because Vernon always made you feel this way, an uneasy feeling paired with his low voice.

"Yeah, I can see that” and Vernon smiles, dude the cat really looks like Sebastian. God - in that exact moment Vernon knows that his life is fucked up, he is picking a stray cat when the next 3 weeks he will be jumping from airplane to airplane. But look at him, Vernon can't leave Seb in a freaking paddock, in the end of the week everything will be gone.

"So? Which one? I'm pretty sure we can try just telling Minho you went rogue as the third option but…"

"The heartthrob one just-" Vernon can feel his forehead itch and the beginning of a headache. He can't do a heartthrob bit. What is he talking about? "Just show me the way."

"I need your keys," you say to Vernon, hand open in his direction "First we need a box and a towel. We can't let little Seb on the loose."

"He is a little difficult, though. Pretty sure he won't stay in the box," Vernon tells you already giving you his key.

"I think I can steal a few eggs for him on the way. If they are boiled, it won't be a problem. He seems hungry enough."

And Vernon actually plays with Seb until you arrive, a box filled with Vernon's towel - probably the one he used this morning, and a plastic plate full of eggs. And then you are already dragging Vernon around to the second task - the heartthrob bit. And Vernon thinks about how quick on your feet you are - figuratively, and literally, you walk really fast. Later, you tell him that is a job thing, not a you thing. Apparently to be an F1 engineer you need to think fast, walk quickly, and solve everyone's problems.

Vernon did the heartthrob bit - it actually ended up with the newbie taking Seb to the vet, you gave her a to-do list (1 - check his paw, 2 - check for fleas, 3 - don't forget the shots!!!) and Vernon's credit card. But Vernon still with a weird taste in his mouth. How did you know the newbie had a crush on him? That's totally weird.

But hey the trainee actually found a vet, and she brings Seb back with shots and a bath. And now Vernon is staring at his cat, thinking about how if he needs to call the hotel to check about the animal policy, maybe he could do the heartthrob bit to the hotel manager. Or he could leave Seb unattended, he could eat something, chew his race boot, or - then Vernon hears a knock, which is weird of course because Vernon doesn't actually receive visits in the motor home, people know that Vernon is sensitive about that - no fans, no press, no knocking when he is in the motorhome.

"Hi," you say as soon as Vernon opens his door, "just came to see the little guy."

"Oh, yeah sure," of course it was you, the only person who doesn't actually care about Vernon’s word and maybe well-being, but Vernon kind of understands, Seb is cute, "he looks tired tho."

"It's okay, I just came to give him some love." You say one digit going between Seb’s ear, squatting on the floor, letting Seb chill in his place, "Are you going to the hotel?" 

"I don't know,” Vernon scratches his kneck because it is true, he doesn’t actually have any idea what he is about to do, maybe he can take his race boots and everything essential so Seb doesn't chew on it, "I need to go but I can’t leave him alone but also I can’t sleep on the couch, it will fuck up my neck and also can’t just not sleep."

"You can go, I can sleep here on the bed, not a problem." You say sitting on the floor, Seb little groggy but wake, you pick him up and put him on your lap, and he just purr. What the hell? His cat is purring? For another person? What?

"I can’t let you do that,” he can’t because his cat is already in love and because he also knows that his motorhome bed is just uncomfortable. 

"Don’t worry, we are just-" you say finally looking at Vernon’s eyes, "co-parenting" You say and Vernon feels like a bomb just dropped, and the whole humanity just vanished, he can hear a pin drop.

"Co-pareting? A cat?" Vernon says like his brain is not really functioning.

"Yeah Vernon,” You start, and Vernon can see a small smile across your face, “people have different family arrangements. You, me, and Seb, divorced people with a kid, it's okay." 

"Divorced?" Vernon actually lets out a laugh, a scoff really. Why are you trying to mess with him ? This is not even close to normal.

"Yeah we are not on great terms but we sacrifice for him."

Vernon leaves - not because you said he could, not because you found a solution, but because it was the right thing to do for his performance really. Vernon leaves because his neck is a prized possession, and because he needs to sleep , he needs his best reaction time. And Vernon is an athlete. People may say that driving a car is not a sport, but people don’t know how much the g-force makes his neck almost break. But when Vernon lays in bed with his special pillow, Vernon can’t actually sleep. His mind goes back to his motorhome, to his just-for-stretching bed, and never actually sleeps. His mind, Vernon finds out, is going back to you sleeping in that awful bad, to the way you treat the little cat like it can break, and the way that every time your hand goes against the cat's fur Venon can actually feel the love.

Vernon is so fucked.

He starts to think that Seungkwan is actually right.

And Vernon can't actually sleep because you are tormenting his mind and Seungkwan's voice telling him 'I told you so' echoes in his mind.

Even tho not getting the eight-hour sleep Vernon gets what his system needs to be quick on his reactions -  Wonwoo and Seungcheol actually crash in front of him, debris over his head and Vernon has control enough to just not crash in the crash in the narrows streets of Monaco. Nightmare, really. Vernon finishes in third because of it, and even tho he is in the podium, he can't actually feel happy about it.

Maybe that's really why Vernon can't have his car with a fucked up wing because it can mean life and death. Later that day he makes sure to go check with both drivers - halo is ugly as fuck but saves lives.

Vernon is thankful that he doesn't have time to actually think about life and death because you are shoving him into a funny bag and telling him to put Seb inside and telling him that you actually are about to sit next to him. So Vernon ends up with a cat bag on his lap, Seb strangely chills about everything, your hand going inside the bag just to stroke his fur.

He ends up sleeping the flight, which is only about 1h40 minutes, but Vernon feels like he needed that nap.

The perception of time in the world of F1 is really truly bizarre. Vernon is always running, always thinking about how he can go faster, even when he is doing the press talk. Minghao walks faster, and explains everything for Vernon in 3 sentences, if it is a sponsor or if it is a journalist, if he needs to actually talk about the car, or if it is a 'content' bit. 

But when Vernon is going around the paddock and see you leaning against Jeonghan smile bright and full Vernon actually stops on his track, it is late, and everything is figured out in the paddock why the hell are you and Jeonghan laughing about?

"Come on, Vern," Minghao calls him, making his neck turn. "Come on, we have three more, and if I don't arrive in time for my dinner with Mika, she is going to kill me."

So Vernon lets Minghao drag him across the paddock. But his mind is still on the scene, you leaning and smiling against Jeonghan, and Vernon doesn't want to, but he feels jealous. He wants to be Jeonghan so fucking bad.

Vernon really doesn't have much time to think about it, he needs to sleep, watch his water intake, and think about his neck - his neck is his most important body part as a f1 driver, and he did think his neck was feeling a little funny. But every time Vernon sits and has time to himself, his brain conjures the image of you and Jeonghan in his eyelid.

Vernon doesn't think it was because of his neck or because his sleep was extremely shitty but the next day, his car crashes against a brick wall. Not great. Not ideal. Not fun either. So Vernon does what he needs to do. Even if he feels fine and got out of the car on his own, he needs his trip to the hospital. Turns out a few hours later, the medical team is sure that Vernon is not dying, but he may have a concussion.

When Vernon is back in his motor home to pick Seb back to the hotel (this time he actually made sure it was okay with the hotel's policy) he founds you lying on his useless motor home bed.

"Hey," you say getting up the bed "are you okay?"

"Yeah yeah," Vernon drops his bag on the floor and sits down by your side. "Just a concussion."

"Okay," you say, looking at Vernon, like actually looking at him searching for something. "I was scared it wasn't a pretty scene, Vernon."

"I know, but I'm okay," but Vernon is so so tired, he is okay and he feels okay but he feels the urge to just lie in this horrible bed and just stay in it, he doesn’t even care about his neck really - he can call for physiotherapy or something. 

"Still, the whole team was worried, you don’t need to act like it wasn’t scary,” you say and Vernon just feels so heavy, like his whole body is made of bricks, even tho he is ok with it, he is used to it really, but the crash still takes a tool on his body "and you should have gone directly to the hotel"

"I was just picking Seb up," Vernon just lies on that horrible bed and it doesn’t really seem that bad, or he is just so tired that even lying on the floor seems like a good option now. His mind is tired too - Vernon can’t even think.

"You didn't need to do that. You could've ringed me up, you know, co-parenting,” you say, voice small, and Vernon's hazed mind almost doesn’t catch it.

"Yeah," Vernon scoffs. Really, he didn’t even think about texting you,  "I don't think I have your number"

"Oh shit," You say picking up Vernon's phone and putting it in front of his face to unlock his phone, "ok gonna save my number you need to send me Seb pics I don't think you should bring him up, we have a week off you are probably going back to England right? You should hire someone to go see him daily or-" 

Vernon just feels the urge to actually kiss you. You are just there, cat on your lap, thinking about how Vernon shouldn't bring Seb around anymore, you are so so worried about his health and if he is getting stressed, and you go on about how Vernon just needs to let him rest in his place in England even tho it would be super hard for you because you are getting used to distress, every work day you pop up in Vernon motor home to say hi to the cat - and to Vernon, it all feels like a freaking lullaby, he actually nestles himself in the bed, searching for the better position to just sleeps. 

"See," you say to Vernon when you see how dozed off he is "you never pay attention." 

"I am paying attention," Vernon answers, eyes still shut but not actually sleeping. 

"You are not. You are zoomed out," You say, lying on his side, legs dangling out of the bed.  "What were you thinking?"

"Nothing really," Vernon says because he is not really thinking about anything concrete really, his brain is all over the place.

"Vern," you actually whine, "I thought we were becoming friends parenting the same kid"

"We are becoming friends" Vernon laughs because that is weird right? “I have your phone now we are definitely friends”

"See? So tell me, what's on your mind lately?" You try again, but Vernon just hums."You seem actually stressed lately. Is Minho bothering you? I  know the results are not great, but i promise we are trying" 

"I know, I know, don't worry about that." And Vernon feels actually bad because it is the first time he can feel that you are a little guilty, no scratch that, tired? Vernon can’t really catch the feeling, but he knows that you care. 

“I am not worried about that, I care about the results but you crashed today, the med team said you may have a concussion, and I don’t know if you are just zooming out in an ok way or zooming out in a concussion-induced way.” 

“It’s not the concussion the hospital let me go, it is just, I’m just tired” Vernon feels your hand on his hair, petting him, almost like you do with Seb, and Vernon just let himself sleep feeling the affection in the way your fingers travel in his skull. 

The thing is, even when Vernon is in his house in England he doesn't really feel at home, because it is a company provided apartment, and to be fair Vernon didn't put a lot of effort in it. So in his week off Vernon tries to focus on his physical training, on his neck, on his diet, on sleeping, but every time his phone vibrates Vernon just feels giddy and excited because 80% of the time it is just you reacting to Seb's pics Vernon sent.

Vernon tries not to think about how fast you answer his messages or how sometimes you send audio snips, and Vernon doesn't feel angry - he always hated audio message god. Vernon also hated calls but one night he actually video calls you and you are already in bed but you said you wanted to say goodnight to Seb but you and Vernon spends more than an hour chatting about nothing and everything. 

When the time comes, Vernon ponders; leaving Seb behind or actually flying with the cat. So he just calls Boo Seungkwan to babysit Sebastian - the hours of flight and the jetlag would just make him stressed, even tho Vernon thinks he is the worst person ever adopting a cat to just let him stay in an empty apartment even tho Seungkwan will make sure he is eating, and Vernon actually begged 3 times to Seungkwan check Seb's litter box.

To everyone's surprise, Vernon actually gets a pole position. To be honest, even to Vernon and his team it was a surprise, too. But it was a good one. You congratulated him, and that night, you and Vernon called Seungkwan and spent like 45 minutes talking to a cat and cooing together - like parents on a holiday.

Vernon thinks it's kinda weird really - how you two fell into this dynamic of sharing a pet, and in a way, you two turned into friends too. So when Vernon is ready to get out to his car you are the last one to greet him, and Vernon is not really superstitious but he thinks he will make sure that this turns into a new team ritual.

When Vernon crosses the finish line, he feels it - the feeling that Vernon always chased in a way. When he hears the screams and laughs on his radio, he feels he can actually let go and just enjoy. He did. He won a grand prix again.

And when Vernon is showered with champagne, hears his national anthem, and jumps to the crowd he thinks about you. He tries to find you really but Minghao just directs him to the press area.

“Hey,” you say, popping your head in the door crack after knocking on his door. “Heard you were looking for me.”

“Yeah yeah.” And Vernon feels sticky. His whole body is covered in champagne. He is looking like a mess, but god, he is so so happy. “Didn’t see you in the celebration.” 

“I was around. Saw everything, don't worry" You move and close the door acting like you guys didn't accomplish the best thing in the whole world because that's how Vernon feels like he is on top of the world. 

“No no-” Vernon's smile is so big, and he touches your arms, and he actually stops, and he looks at you. “We did! We actually did it!” 

“You did it" you say almost shoving him, but Vernon's hands don't leave your arms - hot and sticky against your skin, "don't need to be humble it was a great race on your side-”

“No no no listen, we both did it. We did it together. We are sharing this," Vernon says - smile still big across his face, he is so sweaty why do you think that seeing Vernon happy is the best thing ever? “Come on, say it”

“We did it” You say smiling, not even because you are happy with his win - you are, you are happy for the team, and you are happy for Vernon, but Vernon is so happy and in a way is so infectious you just can not smile like him.

“We sure did,” and Vernon hugs you, head dropping on your shoulder, “god-”

“What?"

“You smell nice," Vernon says voice muffled.

“Thank you, you smell like really nice champagne," you say with a laugh, god Vernon is so happy, and there is only one thing that would make him happier -

"And-” He tries to master his courage to say, “and I wish I could kiss you.”

When Vernon kisses you, he almost feels the breeze, almost feeling the physical sensations that involve flying, because, in his head, he is already 10 thousand feet high. He feels so out of it that Vernon just let you take what you want for him. God, you want so much. 

Vernon can feel it. He feels in the way your fingers hold his jaw. He feels in the way your mouth goes together, like two pieces made to fit each other. He feels in the way that you react when his hands hold your hips so tightly, whimpering in his mouth.

Vernon is not one to complain about speed, but when his whole world is spinning and everything is going so fucking fast he wishes he could stop the time, make it go backward, make it go slower. 

His whole life, he fought against the clock. If he was two seconds faster if he didn't waste milliseconds in the second curve. Vernon was always running, but now, fuck Vernon wishes he could go slow.

So Vernon chooses to take his time, not hurry. He kisses you slowly. The way that he trails his lips against your jaw is slow, and the way that his hands travel to your ribcage is slow.

"Vernon," you try to call his attention, to make him hurry, to make him speed up, but the only thing that Vernon gives you is a non-committal noise.

And Vernon thinks you are in a fucking trailer, with a not-great bed, and he has one better - bigger and with his trusted neck pillow but everything just shatters when someone knocks on his door.

And when Vernon opens the door and sees Minghao he thinks two things: Minghao is his worst enemy really, Minghao must hate him. The second one? Vernon asks himself how many wins he needs in his career to do a contract clause saying he is never doing press again, if someone asks him to do an interview or youtube content he is allowed to change teams before the end of his contract.

Vernon goes back to everything needs to move fast behavior. You two jump on a plane, and again, Vernon has his week off - while you need to go to Austria to check everything related to the engineering team. So when Vernon arrives and Seb purrs against his leg, he films it and sends it to you. When Vernon is chilling on his bed and Seb acts like Vernon's body is his personal pillow, he films it and sends it to you. When you say you are crying because you miss the cat, Vernon calls you and says you can knock on his door anytime. 

When Vernon arrives in the paddock the first thing he does is ask Jun where you were - meeting room, you had a meeting with Jeonghan and Minho, but when Vernon knocks on the door you are alone.

"You really did it." It's the first thing you say to Vernon.

"Yeah" He shrugs. "it was a promise."

"It looks good on you," you say, sitting in front of him at the table, hand touching Vernon’s hair, feeling the urge to ruffle it. 

"So, like, my last meal was airplane food, so I was thinking about taking you to dinner," Vernon says, and you just think how it is unfair that even tho he is not conscious of it, he is doing the heartthrob thing, the lazy eyes, the small smile, the unkept hair - now blonde.

"Hm-" you try your best to not just throw your papers and forget you have an actual job just because Vernon smiled at you, "I don't know if I am free, actually Minho was talking about going over the strategy with you so-"

"Yeah? Ok, I can call him and say the airplane gave me a headache so," Vernon picks his phone up and starts typing something, "I don't know Austrian food that well but we can always go to an Italian."

"Italian, I prefer Italian," you say, chin resting on your hand and just admiring Vernon. You are pretty sure if you were a cartoon, they would draw you with heart eyes.

"Nice."

You let Vernon wine and dine you. The restaurant was nice, and it was even nicer that you and Vernon sat side by side in low light, and you can just rest your head on his shoulder because you were truly tired and because every time you did that you could actually sniff Vernon a bit, and he smells so so good. 

You guys just chat about everything, and at some point, Vernon actually unlocks his phone and just lets you browse his gallery (90% of it is Seb's pics or videos, and the other 10% were the pics you sent him about your day - a coffee, a building, anything silly that made you smile), and looking at it made your heart melt.

In a silent agreement, you just hop in Vernon's Uber and end up on his hotel bed, with Vernon on top of you. 

Vernon kisses you slowly like he has all the time in the world - and you are weak enough for him, so you don't complain, you don't hurry him. To be honest you don't want him to hurry either, you are enjoying the way Vernon is nested between your legs, the way you can feel his weight on your body, and the way that his hands feel against your neck.

The way Vernon touches you makes you feel treasured, makes your heart full, and makes you want to make him feel the same way, and you try your best.

You try when your hands travel to his biceps, squeezing it the way his hands tighten against your hips. You try when your hand goes through his hair when he kisses your neck. You try when Vernon's hands travel under your shirt and you kiss his cheeks because it's the only place you reach.

Vernon doesn't think, and he doesn't try. He just does, and he accepts what you give him.

When Vernon outright grinds on you and you whimper, Vernon accepts it. When your hands claw at his shirt, he accepts, and when he gets off, you take his shirt off and see you doing the same. Vernon thinks that maybe you gonna give him more than he can take.

You don't rush him, you let Vernon watch you, but you feel rushed, so you get up as well, mouth. chasing Vernon's while you take off your bra. 

The way Vernon holds you makes your mind spin. The way his firm body feels against yours, and how his hands feel against your back. And even though you try, Vernon still kisses you slowly.

Vernon holds you when he makes you lie on the bed, "baby lemme just-" he says, giving your hips a small kiss, and opening the button of your pants, when he takes your pants off you can feel his digits traveling against your leg and you are sure he can feel the goosebumps on your skin.

Vernon's fingers close against your ankle, and Vernon brings it against his mouth, "Vern " you try to call him, and you feel dumb enough that you just beg. And Vernon kisses you again, one hand on your chest and the other grabbing your hips.

And you think you can take slow when Vernon is on top of you, legs tangled, his lips now on your neck. Every time your hips move together Vernon hums against your skin and you wish he was naked already. But when Vernon's lips find your chest you can't really complain because you feel so lost, he takes one of your nipples in your mouth, and he gives attention to the other one too, taking your nipple between two fingers and toying with it

When Vernon releases your breast with a pop you remember to call him, "Vern please"

"What?" He says hands toying with your panty line, digits hot against your hips.

"Your pants," you say, feeling your mouth dry, body buzzing.

"Oh right," Vernon says and you already feel remorseful when Vernon detaches his body from yours. 

You try to reach Vernon with your hands, palms against his skin, on his chest, on his abs, on his thighs. Everywhere - trying to placate the lack of the feeling of his body against yours. 

When Vernon finishes getting his pants off he holds your head, hand against your nape and jaw and he kisses you, and you feel a little better thinking he suffered like you did in those milliseconds that your bodies have been apart from each other.

And Vernon did, and when he stops to look at you, to really look, tracing his thumb against your mouth and you open just enough for your tongue to lap at his digit Vernon thinks he is going crazy. 

God, you are just so pretty on his bed, hair messy, trails of his kiss against your skin. Vernon knows he is so fucking lucky, and if he could he would stop the time, he would treasure every second - he would go so fucking slow he would make the clock go backward. You, however, don't really care, you just touch Vernon, hand under his underwear giving his dick a few pumps while Vernon's hands leave an imprint on your ribcages.

Vernon helps you a little, one hand on your hips and another one lowering his underwear, his dick finally free. When Vernon looks down, he can see how red his skin is - a blush coloring his chest, he can also see how your thumb just goes smoothly against his cockhead and Vernon thinks he might go insane.

"Do you need to-" Vernon asks while trying to return the feeling, hand going to your clothed pussy, pressing against it and making you whimper.

"No, no, I am ok," You say, almost in a way to make Vernon hurry up, "You can just fuck me."

"Yeah yeah ok," Vernon says, and you can feel the way his dicks enters you while Vernon's tongue lick his lips.

Vernon fucks you slowly, body pressed against yours, one of his hands holding your head - almost pressing you against his, his lips never leaving your cheek. And it is almost excruciating - the way Vernon fucks you, so slowly and yet so fucking good.

You try to tell him in the way your hands hold his neck, the way you feel his shoulder blades under your hands, the way you want to touch the expanses of his back. 

It's good, and you could live like that - in Vernon's warm embrace. But you are feeling desperate enough so you just beg, "Vern, faster", and not a second late Vernon is fucking you harder. He picks himself up, knees on the bed, holding your legs on the side of his waist. And god he hits you so deep, you just need a little more.

"Fuck you are so hot," Vernon says almost there when he sees your hand toying with your clit.

"I am so close," You say to him and you can feel how his hands tighten against your thighs, how he picks up his pace, how he fucks you harder.

And then it washes over you, and it hits Vernon - because of the way he continues to fuck you after it, but then you can feel his body against yours, his mouth chasing yours, and you just laugh between kisses because yeah, Vernon is a lazy kisser, that just how he is, but goddamn you love it.

In that weekend Vernon makes a ritual of kissing you, he kisses you every time he can really, but he makes a point of stealing a kiss before the free practice - in his motorhome. He does it again before the race, he ends up in second place. He kisses you again when you jump at him saying that he is the best - and he wants to argue because he just ended in second place, but it's you so he just takes it.

When Vernon is showered, clean, and not sticky from champagne he sees you sleeping in his horrible motorhome bed, and he just can't let you - you guys have a flight to catch.

"Hey, come on let's go home, Seb is missing you," Vernon says trying to wake you up.

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↳ jxjforever I am convinced they are dating and this is their last date before Hannie’s enlistment…

↳ napipopeta thank you for reminding me he’s going to be bald soon 🥰

emilycarat17 LUNA I LOVE YOU 💕💕💕

caratforever17 I love you but y’all forgot to perform Ash and Shadow 🥲

hanniehaeee I can’t be the only one over analyzing that caption— like… am I insane!?

↳ svt-luna NO CAUSE SAME!! Ik she’s talking about how much she’s enjoyed her time there performing and everything but… there is something not being said 🫠

↳ woowonwoo “always be my yes” “always and forevermore, now more than ever” Call me insane but she’s either in love or those are song lyrics 🤔🤷

↳ moonlightbae I don’t like overthinking much about such things and clearly it’s just Luna voicing her gratitude for carats in Berlin but… “always and forevermore, now more than ever” is throwing me tf off fr.

jeongnaupdates the my melody leaves 😩😩

gyugyugyu10 girl– you’re not slick, we all know that’s Jeonghan on the last pic

babymoon Jiyeon you just might as well have captioned this “I love being in love in Berlin” and we would have called it a day 🤭

angeltwins how was the date, miss thing? You can’t fool us and say it was friendly— because there is absolutely no way you and Jeonghan be holding hands, hugging, smiling and shit in public like that for it to be “friendly” 🫥

luuuunaaanie girl just confirm it already, we won’t tell 🤐

missbitch Jiyeon I saw you and Jeonghan yesterday at the park but didn’t want to disturb you two!! I wanted to tell you how much I love you guys and how you’re my bias 😩🥺🩵

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�� lunabae thank you for being so respectful, we would have loved to meet you, love. And I love you too, so much! Hannie says he love you too 🩷

↳ missbitch WATDAFECEJDHUEHEUEGEHEHEHBE LUNA l love you wtf?!?

↳ kwanienie YOU JUST WON THE GAME OF MOTHERFUCKING LIFE RIGHT THERE !!!

↳ thelunanova are you telling me you just saw Han and Luna IN PERSON on their “friendly” date and now THE Bae Jiyeon herself not only replied to you but she also told you she loved you… but not only that THE Yoon Jeonghan did too!?? GOODBYE I—

↳ svtrighthere17 she also called her “love” GOD HAS FAVORITES 😭 happy for you tho

↳ lunadaily SEE!!! THIS IS WHAT BEING MINDFUL AND RESPECTFUL OF THEIR SPACE GETS YOU!! ALL YOU WEIRDOS SHOULD LEARN THE SAME!!

↳ dinothedinosaur ^^^^^ THIS! ^^^^^

hannniee let’s all act surprised once they do confirm their relationship 🤠

jeongnashipper are you telling me we won’t get Jeongna for about two motherfucking years?! NOOOOOOOOOO

cutiesexylovely everybody jokingly saying that they’ll be in their military wife era but do you guys know who the literal military wife is?… Bae Jiyeon🥲

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[eoieopda]

[visual content blog recommendations]

we see fic recs all the time, but i don’t think i’ve ever seen rec lists for visual content (gif/art/gfx/etc.) creators! they’ve been dealing with a bunch of shit lately between reposts, tumblr garbage, etc., so i wanna shout-out some favorites. thank you for keeping us fed!!

disclaimer: this is not an exhaustive list!! if you have recommendations of your own, please feel free to expand on this yourself and/or drop some of your faves in the replies for others to see. self-promo is always welcome here, too ✨ p.s. some of these are recent finds for me, so pls expect to see more of them on my blog. eta: i will be adding more as i go!!

[bts]

@yooboobies — réka’s gif sets are *chef’s kiss* and the ART? omg. the talent!!! 😭 we simply have to simp.

@cordiallyfuturedwight — apart from being one of the coolest/funniest people i’ve found on army tumblr, i am a kayla stan because the niche themes for her gif sets (ex. bangtan turtlenecks series) feel like they’re made 👏🏻 for 👏🏻 me 👏🏻 even though they absolutely aren’t, lmao.

@hopeinthebox — the bts as reductress headline + incorrect bangtan series are probably my favorite pieces of content on the entire internet??? also, lizzy is absolutely gd hilarious. tags are 11/10. a blessing upon my dash.

@kimtaegis — i’m not visually artistic enough to say this in a way that makes sense, but annie’s gifs are just… stunning? like, the colors? idk about the process that goes into that, but i imagine it takes a lot of time/finesse to be this vivid.

@kithtaehyung — ryen is the renaissance man of army tumblr, fr. not only can she write (like!!!) but she’s multi-faceted and insanely creative with her graphic design. i want her to tutor me, lmao.

@raplinenthusiasts — ooohhhhh my god. the coloring of their gifs makes my brain go brrrrtttt. this bts x the office set is on my “always reblog” list; i’ll share it every time i come across it.

@heybaetae — this set in particular is on my “always reblog” list, no matter how many times i’ve done so already. also, idk how to describe this, but kelli’s gifs are just…. crispy 🤌🏻 like, so satisfying with the…. texture? filtering? contrast? i’m an idiot re: editing terms, but go peep them and you’ll know what i’m trying to say.

@kth1 — literally who could ever forget maggie’s 100 days of (member) series??? the amount of work that had to go into that? unfathomable.

@jeurias — i want to wallpaper my house and office with their gfx. i’m deadass.

@jinstronaut — emmeline has been doing her “a jin a day while he’s away” series for OVER 250 DAYS NOW. i have never been nor will i ever be able to commit to anything to this level.

[multi/skz/atz/svt/etc.]

@starryoong — do not get me started on starry’s paintings, sketches, etc. because i will never shut up. ever. j’adore 🫠 is also a five-star human being.

@irlvernon — my queue is probably 80% max gifs at any given time. god-tier, fr. a must-follow for carats, as far as i’m concerned.

@vcrnons — incredible gifs, lovely human, and also the writer of some of my favorite svt fics??? we stan.

@yelhsaart — i don’t have any words for how much i love their art so please imagine guttural screaming instead. asdfghjkl!!!

@hizuillu — ……breathtaking. legitimately stunning skz art. like…… i have heart palpitations.

@snug-gyu — THE USE OF COLORS. i’m always a simp for pantone-inspired sets; they just scratch an itch in the back of my brain, and BOY HOWDY, is my brain satisfied 😵‍💫

@yunwooz — again, i have no idea what i’m talking about when it comes to the gif-making process, but the colors!!! the COLORS!!! like, taking a mv that’s not super vivid/is fairly greyscale and bringing it to life? ya know????

@booskwan — you want incredible gifs? they’ve got em. you want stunning gfx? they’ve got em. seriously, idk what to tell you except “pause right here and go follow immediately”.

@haechannabelle — listen……. annabelle’s art style is 😗🤌🏻 (that’s a chef’s kiss). the use of color, and the technique, and and and — ! ALSO, i must mention that she took, like, 50 hours to compile a boycott-friendly k-pop playlist. their vibes are simply impeccable.

rev. 4/10/24

[octuscle]

Hey there! A good friend of mine gets recently a wrong suitcase from the airport and suddenly disappeared. I never got a text from him anymore. It seems like he has forgotten his real life - I hope he's alive! My problem is that I get a strange suitcase too now. It's from SBH. Maybe I should bring it back?

Really a strange suitcase. You could have done more with a decent hard case from Samsonite. You've been wanting one of these for 30 years. But this? A pretty ugly bag for your taste…. Seems to be from France, the name has an accent on the second e in any case. No idea how to pronounce it now. You take a picture of the bag and let Google Lens see if you can get something for it on ebay….

WHAT THE HELL! 8.500 EURO! For a bag. You get out your reading glasses. You need to take a closer look. Okay. You've made a mistake. It's 85,000 euros. You're getting dizzy. Are the zippers and the lock made of white gold? What justifies this absolutely absurd price? For a company that nobody knows. At least you've never heard of it… Now you are curious about the contents. The lock hangs only decoratively on the bag. It is not locked. It would be better if it was. The contents are two sets of underwear, two pairs of silk boxer shorts, a couple of T-shirts, a toilet bag, which you assume costs a fortune… Everything is incidental… Most of the space is taken up by bundles of hot-off-the-press 200-euro bills. There must be several 100,000 euros in there. What the hell!

Take the bag and run? Seems like a shitty idea to you. The shipment went to your address. Whoever owns it (and it's not you) knows who you are and where you live. None of this makes any sense! You search the side pockets. An airline ticket. First class. From Paris back to Saint Barth via Saint Martin. And a booking confirmation for an overnight stay in a suite at the Pullman Paris Roissy CDG Airport. Tonight. All in your name. Fuck, you can't just fly to the Caribbean with some underwear and two swim shorts and an incredible amount of money. But if you do, you have to hurry. Shit, you'll regret it. But you buy a train ticket to Paris, put on your best suit. And you're on your way.

On the train, everything was still okay. But in the lobby of the airport hotel you get a lot of looks. Yes, first of all you don't fit into the elegant frame. Your suit is enough for a customer appointment as a representative of construction machinery. But here all the people are slimmer, more elegant, prettier…. You look like a slightly overweight piece of dirt. With a 15-carat diamond in your hand. At the reception, the lady smiles at you briefly. Then her eyes fall on the weekender. And just breathes a "How beautiful!" Then she apologizes that they can't offer you anything better than the Superior Suite. There were other VIPs here besides you who had received the very large suites. As an apology you would receive a bottle of champagne in your room. And they would be very grateful if they could invite you to dinner. Your luggage has already arrived, they were so kind to bring it to your room. If you need help unpacking, you can reach the butler service at extension 940.

You thank her and ask for a discreetly placed table at 8:30 pm. The champagne gladly with your meal. In fluent French. You beam at the young lady, she blushes and smiles back.

It's a good thing your suitcase wasn't checked in directly by the Air France service. You would like to change again for dinner. The suite is okay for one night. In the bathroom, you look in the mirror. Why did you put on that cheap suit? You must have been really mentally deranged. Were you trying to disguise yourself? Silly! You jump into the shower. While drying off, you think to yourself that you are actually quite firm for a man in his late 40s. Yes, a little more exercise would be okay. But otherwise… You open the Hermès suitcase, take out a black suit and a black shirt. And you change your clothes. You find the Royal Oak to match. And as a statement, the crocodile sandals. Let everyone see your freshly pedicured feet.

There's hardly a pair of eyes that don't turn to you when you enter the restaurant. If your ego wasn't bigger than the Eiffel Tower, you might be embarrassed that the entire staff looks after you first and then the other guests. You see people whispering. Everyone wonders who you are. The problem is: you don't know yourself… For a moment, you look at your manicured fingernails and wonder what's going on. Then you take a sip of champagne. Veuve Clicquot. Well… It's a gift… It's okay for that…

After dessert, the waiter asks if you would like to have coffee and digestif with a cigar at the bar. Normally you think this is a good idea. But not today. The flight to Martinique leaves quite early. Before that, you would like to get some sleep. So you decline with thanks and put a 100-euro bill on the table as a tip.

A message on your cell phone wakes you up at 4:00 in the morning. You are supposed to take some courier goods with you. You can get it at the hotel reception. Fuck! What is this again? Anyway, you are awake now. Then use the time at least. 100 situps, 100 pushups. You like the picture in the bathroom mirror afterwards. The hair on your chest is jet black. Just like your beard, there's not a gray hair to be seen. And sweat drips in the grooves between your six-pack. You get a hard-on like you haven't had in years. You can't help it. You have to jerk off. And boy, there was real pressure on your balls. Your cum runs off the mirror like someone threw a cup of yogurt at it. It's just before 6:00 now. You call 940 and ask Yves to pick up a package at the reception desk, which would be deposited there. Until he arrives, you do another 100 push-ups. When the knock comes and you open the door, your eyes fall on a turquoise package in Yves' hands. Yves' gaze falls on the package between your legs. Shit, you are naked. Yves asks if he can help you in any way. He still does not look into your eyes. You pull him into the room and throw him on your bed.

Two hours later Yves serves you breakfast in your room. You are ready for departure. Airfrance has already picked up your luggage with the package, which is probably not from Tiffany's, and your boarding pass is in an envelope on a silver tray on the breakfast table. In half an hour, someone will pick you up and take you directly to the plane. Security checks are something for people who have to travel in business class.

Flights with Air France are orgies of champagne and foie gras. The nine hours fly by. The fuck with the purser in the bathroom certainly played its part. The guy thought you were in your late 30s and asked if you were flying on your dad's credit card or your own. For the impudence he had to blow you unfortunately. Whereby he was not so wrong. Somehow you fly with daddy's credit card. But you still don't know who Daddy is. The pilot of the private plane who meets you in Saint Martin directly on the tarmac and flies with you to Saint Barth doesn't tell you that either. You have never been here before. But you feel right at home. This is how you always imagined the Caribbean. There is a Maybach on the tarmac. When you get off the plane, the driver comes to meet you, takes your suitcase and weekender and puts both in the trunk. Wordlessly. And just as wordlessly, he gets into the car and speeds away.

Shit! Now you're standing at the airport. You don't even have an ID card. You have the clothes you wear on your body. Okay, the watch you're wearing on your wrist could get you back home if need be and feed you for a year. That's where the Maybach comes back. The chauffeur gets out and asks you for the watch. Fuck!

At that moment, an open jeep rolls up to you. At the wheel is a young guy, maybe in his mid-20s, waving at you. Damn, you know that face… He reminds you of your lost buddy. Did he have a son who is a personal trainer in the Caribbean? That's definitely what the man looks like. The guy jumps out of the car, hugs you and welcomes you to Saint Barth. "Come on, get in! The boss wants to meet you!" You drive around the island for half an hour. Everything is incredibly beautiful! A gate opens in front of you at the end of a dead-end street. And your buddy steers the car through a tropical park. He parks the car in front of a palace, grins at you, says "Not bad, huh" and tells you to follow him. You walk through the house for what feels like a kilometer. There is a pleasant coolness here. Your buddy knocks on a door, waits a moment and opens it. A wave of autotity hits you. The whole room literally reeks with authority. You almost feel like falling to your knees and kissing the man's hand. "This is the boy from Paris?" Your buddy nods mutely. "Good job," says your boss. And extends his hand to you. With a dry mouth you say that you would do anything for him. He laughs and says that for now you should enjoy the island for a few days. And with a twitch of the corner of his mouth, he tells you that you can say goodbye.

You had hoped a little that you would be allowed to stay in the palace. But your buddy runs back to the jeep. And drives with you to a far less pompous house. But the beach is close. Your room is spacious. Your closet is well sorted. And you have a few days off on the island of the rich and beautiful.

03:30 the next morning. Message from the boss. Have you ever been to Abu Dhabi? Be at the airport in an hour!

[99pluto]

Seventeen as F1 drivers

So, my bestie and I are both into F1 and we’re carats, and this started as a joke, but I took it seriously. Tbh i don't even know how to use this website, anyway, i had fun with these. Don't take it upfront, it's silly and meant to be funny, not offensive.

Seventeen members as F1 drivers would be:

S.Coups: Michael Schumacher (Ferrari era). Huge crack that makes history ? Well kind of, just like Michael he’d get out of his car to go and beat the shit out of that one mf that crashed into him. No Javi would be in the team anymore, too scared for their life. Kimi Raikkonen type of radios (anger issues). Ultra competitive and would swear as much as Tsunoda.

Jeonghan: Christian Horner. Yes. He is a good tactician deal with it, kinda evil like Horner sometimes, but he’s got as much love to provide to his kids just like Christian with Max. He would start racing but find out he’s even better at managing a team.

Joshua: Sebastian Vettel (not Redbull era). Not Redbull era bc he was (unfairly) disliked (just like Max) at that time, and EVERYONE loves Seb. That’s it, it’s the rule, you like F1 ? You like Seb. You don’t like F1 ? You still like Seb. Unproblematic and engaged king. Also a fucking legend.

Jun: Valteri Bottas (Alfa Romeo era). Unbothered moisturized king that slays. He’s doing his things, he doesn’t care because he knows his worth, you saw him naked and didn’t expect that. Everyone praises him on how he owns his style and he fucking does. Is hilarious when you don’t expect him to be.

Hoshi: George Russell. Iconic, hilarious, massive talent, carried Williams, CARRIED WILLIAMS, nothing to prove cuz he’s one of the best altho the Mercedes is hard to drive, doesn’t complain cuz he’s EXCELLENT and races with an 8th world champion without looking ridiculous next to him.

Wonwoo: Zhou Guanyu. He’s calm and collected, doesn’t make much waves, he’s doing his things and looks good doing them. Good pics, insta feed slays. 

Woozi: Fernando Alonso. Dude will hit retirement age and still be talented, pisses me off. Rarely speaks but spicy and precise comments. Will sometimes mess with your mind, he is clever and knows how to handle himself.

DK: Alex Albon (Williams era). He’s EXCELLENT, is happy with what he has, he got treated badly when he was younger but now he knows his worth. Hard work, a sunshine, hella funny.

Mingyu: Charles Leclerc (Ferrari depressed edition). Huge ass talent (as in Max Verstappen talent, without the father trauma) but does silly mistakes, is also silly. Gets bullied by his own team, basically. Might look cute and all but can get pretty serious, like, fr, he’s talented and SMART.

Minghao: Lewis Hamilton (Mercedes era). Fashion icon, all about healthy soul in a healthy body, ICONIC. He’s just got the Lewis vibe idk like they would be friends i wouldn’t even be surprised.

Seungkwan: Daniel Ricciardo. The official sunshine of F1, the marketing face, everyone wants to meet him because he is so funny, iconic, adorable and he is talented. He carries F1’s image, he is still a sensitive person and can get hurt, so don’t, he has SO much to give and gives with pleasure, don’t hurt him (Br*wn if catch u). No one is more Dani coded than Seungkwan (kinda Seokmin too but had to choose).

Vernon: Carlos Sainz Jr. Mf isn’t part of this world, he’s seing things we don’t, chaotic in a calm way. Looks always hot in an unfair way (i might be biased). Aware of how people perceive him as weird, thinks it’s funny or doesn’t care. Unique laugh, why do they transform into seals when they’re laughing their ass out ???

Dino: Mick Schumacher (post H**s shithole era) or Oscar Piastri. He’s is the future of F1, the boy proved himself, teams literally fought over him. Give him a mediocre car he will still pull some good result although he’s a rookie, update the car and he’s a threat to experienced drivers that have been racing for years. Also Mick personality vibe, fr there’s something. Also very sweet then BOOM, he’s fucking hot.

[hanwooz]

EVERYBODY SHUT UP IM IN THIS CARAT SHIT FOR LIFE I ALRDY KNEW IT WAS OVER WHEN COUPS SHOWED UP ICB IM BAWLING OVER THEIR SPEECHES MENTIONING THEIR LOVED ONES AND HOW FAR THEY'VE COME SINCE THEIR FIRST MAMA APPEARANCE IN 2015 BC THEY WENT HOME EMPTY-HANDED

AND NOW THEY WON CULTURE & STYLE AWARD, WORLDWIDE FANS CHOICE, BEST MALE GROUP, BEST DANCE PERFORMANCE MALE GROUP, AND FINALLY ACCEPTED A WHOLE ALBUM OF THE YEAR DAESANG AS THIRTEEN MEMBERS FOR THE FIRST TIME ALL IN ONE NIGHT!!!! IM SO EMOTIONAL

[squidsandthings]

SQUID SQUID SQUID SQUID YOU KNOW THAT PART ON CHANT (REPRISE) THAT GOES "if you want to hold a woman, son, hang a chain around her throat made of many carat gold [...]" and then the whole "now i sing a different song, one i can depend upon [...]"

beastzai

HOLY SHIT YEAH YEAH YEAH

Ela you have got me on the beast Hades town au brainrot train.

I've also found some more moments for your consideration:

"The more he has, the more he holds. The greater the weight of the world on his shoulders. See how he labors beneath that load. Afraid to look up, and afraid to let go. So he keeps his head low, he keeps his back bending. He's grown so afraid that he'll lose what he owns. But what he doesn't know is that what he's defending. Is already gone"

this from epic III about beastzai just hhh

also from Chant

"King Hades is blinded by a river of stones" plus "Lady Persephones blinded by a river of wine"

Beastzai drowning in the world he has built and Buuya numbing himself as he too drifts further away.

Also do you see my Our lady if the Underground Buuya vision. Persephone as Buuya gives me life.

Also listening to his kiss, the riot and thinking of Beastzai rn

[westerosoliviapope]

Theon Greyjoy - A Day in the Life

I loved this Theon segment so much, I want to give it room to breathe outside the other shenanigans in my latest update.

From Warrior in a Suit (Scandal Westeros - Finale) on A03

"That's the one."

Gods, Theon thinks. Don't let it be the expensive one. He flips the view on his phone so Sansa can inspect the selection of rings on the tray.

"Far right. 1.5 carat, round cut, white gold," she says. "It looks just like the one on her Pinterest board."

Of course.

He nods to Sabitha, the smiling saleswoman behind the counter. A mere six months ago, those tits peeking through her scandalously-buttoned white shirt would have compelled him to give her something more fleeting than the healthy commission she's about to collect.

He's in love, not blind—but neither Sabitha's turnips nor the significant dent in his credit card can cool the warmth in his chest imagining Jeyne's face when she sees this ring.

Theon Greyjoy. Betrothed. He's tempted to pinch himself.

You learn a thing or two watching your best mate spin out from a broken heart. Namely, you don't want to be the bloke who lets the girl—the One—get away.

Day two of their trip to wine country, having dinner on a balcony at Redwyne Family Vineyards as the sun set over rows of red grapes as far as the eye could see, when the light caught whatever Jeyne put on her face that evening to make her cheeks shimmer and all of a sudden he couldn't breathe, Theon knew.

He was done for. Over. So long to the Sabithas of the world.

Maestro, you can cue the wedding march…

The Riverlands' rains don't bother him —a walk in the park compared to the icy storms he grew up with. As far as he's concerned, it's 70 degrees and sunny as he whips his Tesla through the Capitol nodding to the sounds of Jaero Hovys. He became a fan while stationed in Tyrosh, sharing a base with Braavosi soldiers who couldn't get enough of Jae's layered, braggadocious rhymes. When you spent your days trying not to get your cock blown off by landmines, you took confidence where you could get it. For Theon, that meant chanting lines like "I will not lose" and "allow me to re-introduce myself" while waiting in the fields, rifle at the ready.

He generally prefers the earlier stuff to the recent releases with his wife, Bellegere Otherys. Since taking Jeyne to see the pair in concert, however, he appreciates the newer tracks. He doesn't even skip when "Boss" thumps out of his custom speakers.

"Everybody's bosses/ till it's time to pay for the office—"

Fucking hell. How does the phone always know to ring right before the best part of the song? His frustration is quickly replaced with a shit-eating grin when he sees the name flashing across his dashboard.

"Ms. Poole," he answers. He swears he can feel the ring burning a hole in his pocket, even though it's locked in his safe at home. She has no idea… he thinks. Or does she? Bloody hell, if Sansa spoiled the surprise—

"Are you seeing this thing with Arya and your uncle?"

He tries—actively—not to see anything about anyone in his family, except maybe Asha. But keeping the Greyjoy name out of his feeds is difficult of late. What with Euron emerging from bumfuck Asshai and casting himself as Westeros' new main character. Running around with Cersei Lannister. Going viral for shitposting celebrities and the government. Now, apparently he's arguing with Arya on Twitter.

Once he's at his desk, Theon goes through the tweets. All 319 of them. Arya listed the 318 victims of the 2002 Bear Island Attack, a name per tweet, and ended the thread with:

"The media wants you to forget, so they can use the theatrics of a suspected terrorist to boost their ratings. Please think of your Northern neighbors before you platform/share/boost Euron Greyjoy. Time changes many things—it doesn't bring back the loved ones we lost at Bear Island. #TheNorthRemembers."

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In reply, Euron posted a photo from Robb's campaign with Theon featured prominently among the Stark siblings.

"Seems you aren't triggered by all Greyjoys. Just the ones who don't kiss your 'honorable' arses. Westerosi elites use every trick in the book to censor me because I tell the truth. Don't let the sob stories fool you.

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How long before his phone starts buzzing with requests for comment? Theon gives it two, three hours tops.

When he left Pyke to join the armed services at 18, he thought his days of explaining his family ties were over. He enlisted as Theon Harlaw with no plans to return to the western shores of the Narrow Sea. Once the Three Daughters' conflict settled, he'd find a local Tyroshi girl—a buxom waitress, bartender, or the like—and have a stable full of blue-haired sons who'd never hear their family name associated with words like "extremist," or "cult."

He was in Tyrosh a year when a new crop of cadets came over from the Military Academy at Storm's End, and the name "STARK" appeared over one of the bunks in his unit.

When the Bear Island Courthouse fell, he and Asha were already emancipated, having won their freedom with the assistance of their Uncle Rodrik. The national media knew of Balon Greyjoy, the Iron Islands governor who didn't publicly support the Church of the Drowned God, but—conveniently—never brought the full force of the law down on its extremist sect. They knew the masterminds behind the attack, and applied the term to Aeron and Victarion without irony. And they knew of the enigmatic Greyjoy brother whose "business" took him to Qarth—known drug and money laundering capital of the world—a month before the attack.

They knew little of the wife who divorced Balon ten years prior on grounds of spousal abuse. Or the pair of teenage orphans left to fend for themselves when she died.

His mother's surname let him and Robb coexist peacefully when he first arrived. As the legend of the Young Wolf spread, Theon stayed cordial, but distant. They worked together when duty called. Otherwise, Theon spent his leisure time with the Braavosi unit. With their music, brashness, and penchant for good liquor, they were more his speed than the boy scouts from the Military Academy.

Leave it to Balon to blow it to shit.

News of his father's stroke came via letter. Addressed to "Theon Greyjoy." Like it was bloody designed for shouting in the unit for everyone to hear.

Theon learned three things that day.

One: He wouldn't receive a penny of his trust fund without the Greyjoy name.

Two: Robb has literal bricks for hands.

Three: A fist fight can be the beginning of a beautiful friendship.

Moments like tonight—watching his name turn into a trending topic because he didn't just have "a" crazy uncle, but came from a family of hucksters who amassed power by deluding an impoverished region with the fantasy of subjugating women, never paying taxes, and attacking merchant ships in the Sunset Sea like a band of old time pirates—makes him wonder if being a Greyjoy is worth the money.

Hovys said it best. Take the good with the bad or throw the baby out with that bath water. Theon Harlaw couldn't drop $21k on an engagement ring.

Fuck waiting out the storm. He may as well steer into it. Smother this baby in the crib before it hits Robb's radar and turns into a real shit show. It's the last thing they need after that Westerling business.

And yes. Perhaps, somewhere in the back of his mind, Theon liked the idea of eye candy in the office when that bloke from the Lorathi embassy gave him her resume. How was he supposed to know Robb would lose his godsdamned head?

Before Jeyne—his Jeyne—not Slutty Fanfic Jeyne…

Well. Okay. Theon would've done the same. Or at least tried. But he didn't unzip Robb's pants and stick his cock in the girl. So, not his fault.

"WNTH. How may I help you?"

"Theon Greyjoy for Wylla Manderly."

Hound that she is, Wylla barely lets the phone ring. Gods save anyone standing between her and an exclusive. "Your uncle has half the republic calling you 'Theon Sheepboy.' Care to comment?"

Sheepboy? Oh. Wolves. Sheep. "Charming," Theon retorts, tapping his pen on his desk.

Time to earn his keep as comms director.

"I'd like to say, on the record, that I have been honored by the gracious warmth and welcome I've found within the Stark family, and stand ardently with them in support of the families and victims of the Bear Island Attack. Euron Greyjoy is a photo on a mantle in a house I barely remember. And I'd like to keep it that way."

"Got it."

"One more thing, Wylla…"

"Aye?"

"The headline is me and my uncle. The family's been through enough without Euron goading them into a brawl." Better Euron's army of bots calling him "sheepboy" than whatever vile shit they'll say to Arya.

"Careful, Greyjoy. People might start thinking you're galant."

"Me?" Theon smiles. "Never."

[joe9cool]

Collide-Justin Herbert-32

A/N This is fanfiction, I do not know or associate with anyone on the Chargers. You do not have permission to steal my work

Sara couldn't say anything. This went from 0-100 faster than a Tesla accelerating. Her gaze was on the ring, not wanting to look at Harry's face.

If this was 2020 she would have said yes before he even could have finished his proposal. But in the almost three years since a lot of shit went down. After their breakup, she dreamed of this moment, she would have wanted nothing more than to stomp on his heart. To get revenge,

Before she could respond, Erika came around the corner. "Look who passed his vet check." Harry jumped up, wide eyed while Sara stood up from the couch. Both of them hoped Erika didn't see anything. It looked like she didn't "What's up? What's going on?" She was carrying Eugene in his carrier. Looking confused from Sara to Harry, who jumped up quickly when she announced her arrival.

He wiped his hands on his pants. "Nothing! Just having lunch. A matter of fact Kit called, I have to be in the studio soon."

Erika smiled. "You're working on another album?" Harry was confused before he opened his mouth, she cut him off. "Of course you are! You're dedicated! Congrats on the Grammys by the way." He nodded in thanks and turned towards Sara. "We need to do this again, and maybe actually plan the event." He joked. Sara could only nod, still white as a ghost, still in shock from what happened and confusion on how he could be normal after that. He hugged her and whispered in her ear. "Please think about it." And pulled away. He hugged Erika, and with one final wave he left.

Erika waited until the door closed. Taking Eugene out of the cat enclosure he held on to him. "Okay what the hell just happened. You're white and he is just…. well not himself."

Sara ran her hands through her hair. "Erika, I don't even know how to explain what just went down." She shook her head. "Everything was normal and fine, and then…. He asked about my relationship and then he got down on one knee."

Erika's already big eyes widened. Almost cartoon-like. "What the fuck? Like he had a ring?" Sara nodded and looked down. The open box was on the floor, the ring sparkling. He must have dropped it when he was Startled. She picked it up and showed Erika, who grabbed it. "Holy shit! That's a rock! He must be serious."

"The size of the diamond doesn't matter, Erika. I don't give a fuck about a carat size. Sara stood up pacing. "Are you going to say yes?" Sara stopped and looked at her friend like she was the stupidest person alive. "What? No! We are not even together! We just hung out a couple of times and he comes out of left field? Not even 'give me another chance?' Just goes right into a marriage proposal?"

"What If he wanted to get back together? Would you say yes?" Sara couldn't answer that one. Yes Harry did hurt her, yes she hated his guts for a while, but now things were different. She wanted him back into her life. Just friends, but who knows if he was serious about changing. "I don't know." She admitted. "I'm still hung up about Justin."

Erika rolled her eyes and it made Sara think about something Harry said earlier. "Hey Erika?"

"Yes?" She was in the kitchen, still holding Eugene looking for a treat for the cat. Her back was to the Brunette

"Have you been talking to Harry behind my back?" Sara watched as Erika paused.  "What are you talking about?" She still hadn't faced her.

All of the sudden Sara's phone buzzed again. It had been buzzing the entire time Harry was talking to her before launching his proposal. She hadn't thought about it, she was too occupied, plus it was probably Heidi or Alex, or her agent.

Wanting to get rid of the annoyance before confronting Erika she went into the bedroom and saw it was Brittany.

Weird, since they haven't spoken since their fight in January. Sara felt bad, because of what her mom said.

She picked up the phone, and she wished she didn't. "Hello?"

"Sara you need to come home." Katie sounded like she had been crying. There was screaming all around. "Wait what happened?"

"Dad had a heart attack at work. His secretary found him unresponsive and they rushed him to the hospital right She paused and she let out sobs…."It doesn't look good. " —---------------------------------------------------------------

Justin was on the road.

He was going faster than usual. He had spent the night trying to figure out what to say to her. He had written a speech, but it sounded awkward and unnatural. He fell asleep around 1am and woke up at 7am. Later than he would have liked, but it was 1pm. He was almost out of Oregon. He should have taken the plane, but he wasn't in his right mind.

He was cringing, replaying the fight they had. Her cries pierced through his heart, knowing he was the cause. Justin hoped it wasn't too late, he'd do anything to make it right.

Something else was going on in his head. The fight that he had with Bosa in Vegas. When Joey said he was a two timer.

This was going to be awkward, but he had to know. Dialing Bosas number in his car he was shocked when he picked up. "What do you want?"

Justin just went straight to the point. "What did you mean when you called me a two timer? Is that supposed to imply I was cheating?"

Joey was silent and Justin thought he had hung up on him. "Hello?"

"Fuck, I'm not supposed to even tell you this. Annie told me that while she was going to confront you for standing her up at the fashion show. She ran into Taylor, who told her that you guys were still together behind her back. Apparently she had photos and tweets that you guys were spotted all around town."

Justin was seeing red. "What proof? She cornered me at the grocery store in October. I broke up with her and I haven't seen her since!" He made a mental note to cuss the blonde out. "Joey, I swear to God I never saw Taylor behind her back."

"She claims you visited her apartment after your injury. You two had sex, she tried to shove you off but you were persistent."

Justin couldn't believe what he was hearing. He had to pull over. "Joey, I did go over there. She kissed me and I ran out, I swear to God! I never did anything!"

There was another pause. "Nothing happened?" Justin shook his head. "I swear, I love Sara and I may be a lot of things but I'm not a cheater. I'm on my way home to see her. I'm sorry I flew off the handle at you."

Joey sighed. "Look man I get it, I shouldn't have said the things I did, but dude. You got to prove that what Taylor said wasn't true. You got that on top of what an ass you were, and ditching her fashion show."

Justin was exasperated. "I didn't! When I went to click on the ticket it said it was revoked and I couldn't get it!"

"Annie said you accepted it and then didn't show up."

He got back on the road, driving faster than usual. He needed to get back to Sara's. "Who said that?"

"I think it was Sara's assistant, she handles all of that shit."

At the mention of her it was like Voldemort. Justin's hands gripped the wheel even harder. "Anything else?" He spoke through gritted teeth.

"According to AnnSophie, Taylor said some really nasty things to Sara. Saying she was stupid for thinking you'd want something serious with her. Was basically implying in a rude way that she wasn't your type based on appearance. Also said she should go after Pickett since he plays for the Steelers."

Justin was trying to wrap his head around everything. "Oh my god. Joey I swear nothing happened with Taylor. Is AnnSophie with you?"

"No."

"If you see her please explain everything, that nothing she said was true?"

"What about the photos.?" Justin was still confused on that one. "I'll see if Ashley can pull them up. But I need to get back to Los Angeles as soon as possible. I still have like 6 hours left." Part of him wanted to do something irrational and access a private jet. Though he didn't know how to get access to one despite money and status.

When he and Joey hung up. He called Ashley. "What's up?"

"I need you to scope social media and find any pictures of me with Taylor or a blonde or anyone fitting that description."

"I can try, but I don't think there's anything."

"Try as hard as you can." He merged on another freeway that was a long haul but it entered California.

Justin wasn't a mushy guy, being told by past girls that he needed to be more romantic and thoughtful. He did some stuff in high school with his then girlfriend but everything else was flings and girls he didn't care about

Sara… well this was a territory that he never crossed into. His dad spoke to him about fear about falling and he thought about the times he was a total ass to Sara and the fear he felt. He had never fallen so hard and fast. As Justin hit the California traffic he wished he took the flight.  He ran through all of the possibilities of what he should even say to her. This wasn't a simple "I'm sorry.". Patrick had been right in saying this was buying a private jet fuck up.

Sara wasn't a materialistic person. Yeah she enjoyed nice things and bought them sometimes. But when it came to love she wanted the feeling of knowing when someone loved her through acts. Justin felt the tears come down his face as he thought of all of the times he made her feel like she wasn't loved. The conversation they had at his home in Oregon when she spoke of them being on unstable ground replayed in his head. All of the times he made her feel that way. Yes at that moment he was sorry. He tried to be a good person, and he didn't want to hurt anyone purposely. He broke a lot of hearts in college and beyond when he would tell girls he didn't want anything serious.

But sitting here now and truly realizing her pain and he was the cause of it. It was one of the most painful feelings he felt. Fuck this was being in love felt like right? Like truly in love where your heart was beating fast at the thought of that person.

He managed to take some resting breaks, and by the time he got to Sara's house it was 7pm. Justin didn't even stop at his place, he didn't want to waste any time.

His car went right through the gate, he entered his personal code and was grateful she didn't have it removed from the guest list. He drove up to her house and got out. He was nervous, not exactly knowing what to say after not speaking for almost three months.

Justin didn't see her car in the driveway, but it probably was in the garage. He saw Erika's though, and the thought of her being there to witness him groveling had a sour taste in his mouth. He would have to find some way to get Sara alone and explain the fashion show ticket knowledge. If she handled everything she must have told Sara he accepted it and then revoked it. Bitch.

He went up to the door, and after a quick pep talk he knocked on her door. Justin was holding his breath as he heard shuffling. The door opened, and he was faced with Erika. The redhead had a sour look on her face. "Can I help you?"

"Hi Erika." He scratched the back of his head with his good hand. Before he could open his mouth Erika cut in. "Hope your recovery is going well."

So she was keeping up with him. Weird considering she told Sara she wasn't into football and never paid attention. "Is Sara here? I need to talk to her."

She crossed her arms. "No she isn't. Aren't you supposed to be with a reporter right now?"

He narrowed his eyebrows. "I know what Taylor said, and it's a lie."

"You are so full of shit." She went to close the door. "Just like you were with the tickets to the fashion show. You were in charge of those weren't you?"

Erika paused. He got her.

"I don't know what you're talking about. She didn't want you there I was only following her orders"

She had no idea that AnnSophie was connected to Bosa. "That wasn't what I heard."

"You can believe whatever you want. But you need to know this. Sara is with Harry, and they agreed to get back together after the fashion show.

Justin felt a pang in his chest. "I don't believe that."

"There's photos of them together." He knew that. That shit tormented him when he saw them. "That doesn't mean anything though."

Erika smiled and did the Wait motion before she disappeared. She came back holding a small box. "Harry asked me to pick this up for him. Sara doesn't know, but he is going to give this to her." She opened the box, and Justin was blindsided by the sparkle of the huge diamond ring. It took him a second to recognize what it meant, but when he did he wanted to be sick. Erika shook her head. "Justin, you're too late. Sara moved on, shes happy, our group is happy, and Harry fits in better than you ever could. I suggest you move on as well. Go back to Taylor, she.will probably give you another chance

This time she slammed the door in his face. —-------------------------------------------------------------

The last time Sara was on her way to see her family there was excitement, even though it didn't end on a good note she was glad to have seen her nieces and nephew's.

This time around was totally different. Britt was a mess explaining the whole family was a mess. Alyssa was on her way with the kids. Once she hung up she filled Erika in while she was throwing clothes in a suitcase, her friend making plans for a private jet to Pittsburgh. "The plane is set at LAX. Come on, I'll drop you off. Also the car will be there to take your house." Sara nodded, still on autopilot.

Erika drove recklessly through LA traffic, and before she knew it she was LAX. She hugged her friend. "Tell everyone I said hi. I'll look after Eugene. Call me when you land. I'm praying for you." Sara nodded, tears down her face as the reality of the situation set in. Her dad, who she hasn't spoken to, and left on a bad note, was in the hospital fighting for his life. What if he was dead? What if he died while she was in the air? She couldn't wrap her head around anything. The whole flight she was nervous, pacing back and forth. She realized she forgot one of her rings to play with.

She should have just called when her mom told her about her dad during their conversation in Paris. Why did she put that off? Her dad wasn't this young man. He was in his upper 60s, having their last child in their 40s, Sara should have known that her parents couldn't live forever.

Before she knew it, a flight attendant came over to try to calm her down. She was on the verge of a panic attack.

It was 10pm Pittsburgh time when she landed. As Erika said, there was a car waiting to take her to her home. She wanted to stay with her parents. But with her sisters and the kids being there it was probably packed. The Wozniak's family home was huge, but seven kids under the age of seven. No thanks.

She texted Katie who replied that they would be over As soon as possible. Within fifteen minutes, Sara opened the door and collapsed in all of her sisters arms. After a bit and a good cry she pulled away. Sniffling, she asked. "Where's mom?"

Katie answered. "She's spending the night at the hospital. The nurses tried to kick her out but she wouldn't budge, and they figured out quickly not to argue with her." Sara laughed but then got serious. "What happened?"

Alyssa stepped in. "Mom went to visit him, take him lunch. The secretary tried to go into his office to let him know she was there but it was locked. He was working on someone's portfolio. They kept knocking, and they called security who broke down the door. He was slumped over his desk. They had to do a few rounds of CPR on him to get a weak pulse. He's hooked up to all these machines, and he's even on a ventilator. They don't know the damage when or if he wakes up."

"He will wake up." Katia cut in. "This is dad we are talking about. He's going to wake up."

Sara took everything in. She wiped her eyes and tried to make a joke. "Maybe we should talk to him about the stock market. He will wake up for that."

"Mom was already ahead of you, she was playing Live footage of wall street on her phone." The girls shared a small laugh over that. "You guys are welcome to spend the night. I'm surprised you came over this late."

They shook their heads. "We'd love to, but the kids. Theo was already freaking out about being away from Brent and he was inconsolable when I left. We just wanted to update you in person." Sara nodded. "I'll meet you guys at the hospital tomorrow."

"Visiting hours start at 9am. He's at the University of Pittsburgh." They were known for their heart issues. It would be about a thirty five minute drive. They hugged before Sara saw them leave. She set her security alarms as well as made sure her doors were locked.

She hated being alone, she should have packed up Erika and Eugene and had them come with. Maybe she should have stayed in the family home. As Sara got into her bed, she finally let exhaustion from the busy day take over.

Please God, let him be okay. She thought as sleep over took her.

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Justin was in a funk.

After his confrontation with Erika, he went home. Sitting on the couch, he wished he had some Alcohol. Going through his empty fridge and somewhat empty cabinets, he found the blueberry wine that Sara loved. Figuring it would do, he broke it open and poured himself a glass. Before he drank it he remembered he was on pain medication and that it wasn't a good idea. "Fuck." He muttered As he poured it out.

He thought about the redheads words. "Harry and Sara got back together after the fashion show

He shook his head. So his attempt was worthless. She was happy and moved on. Serves him right, he guessed. But when he thought about it. Erika said that everyone in their circle knew, so AnnSophie must have known, and since she and Joey were… well whatever they were doing… wouldn't he know as well?

So Bosa fucked him over as revenge for their fight.

The more he thought about it, the more angry he became. He understood that while he hadn't been the greatest friend, it was still a lousy thing to set him up for the humiliation. In fact, Erika was probably on the phone with AnnSophie right after he left to laugh at how stupid he looked on their doorstep.

He grabbed his keys and ran to his car. Determined to go after his teammate again.

He drove fast to Bosa's house, and he thanked his lucky stars that he hadn't managed to get a speeding ticket. Approaching Bosa's door. He knocked hard, and after ten seconds he went even harder, his anger not registering the force of his knuckles against the wooden door.

The door opened and there was Bosa, shirtless and his long hair wet from the shower most likely. "Hey Justin."

"You fucking prick." With his good hand, he shoved Bosa hard to make him stumble. Confused Joey's eyes narrowed. "What the fuck is your problem?"

"Joseph who is it?" They looked to see AnnSophie Bouncing down the stairs in one of Joey's St. Thomas's shirts, hair wet as well. She looked at Joey's confused face and Justin's angry one. "Hey what's going on?"

Justin walked past Joey and went over to the blonde, towering over her. "You think you're funny setting me up like this huh? You-"

Joey was next to him in a flash. "You say one more word and I'll make sure you need surgery on your good arm I don't give a fuck if you're my quarterback." Joey was glaring at him hard

AnnSophie put her hand on his chest. Knowing her friend was a hot head. "Joey back off." He looked over at her and took a few steps back but still kept his eye on Justin. Her attention turned back to him. "What on earth are you talking about?"

He shook his head. "Sara and Harry are back together and you didn't think to tell me that important information before I showed up at her doorstep?"

AnnSophie shook her head. "Justin, you saw the photos of them at lunch. It was just friendly. Sara swore she would never take him back."

"Really? Then why did Harry pick up an engagement ring for her?"

Joey's eyes widened. "Wait what?" He looked at AnnSophie. "Did you know this?"

AnnSophie shook her head. "No, but she would have told me this? Did she tell you herself?"

Justin shook his head. "No, but Erika did. He had her pick up the ring. She showed me everything."

At the mention of her name, AnnSophie sucked in a deep breath. "She told you that?" It was her turn to get mad. She held up her finger. "One moment please." She went back upstairs.

Justin, feeling awkward, sat down on the sofa, Joey followed suit and sat on the other side. After a few moments of silence Justin spoke. "Hey man I'm sorry I keep assaulting you."

Joey huffed. "I think I'm just shocked. I didn't know you had it in you." Justin smiled at that. "I guess I'm rubbing off on you." He looked up to find his older teammate smiling. "Yeah I guess."

"You really love her don't you?" Justin nodded. "I do, I can't live without her. I hate myself for even trying to get a second chance. But I can't let her go without a fight." Joey nodded. "You just have to show her you're worthy." Justin smiled sadly. "I'm afraid I'm a little too late for that."

"I knew it! The lying bitch!" They both got up to see AnnSophie running down the stairs, holding her phone in her hand. "I just got off the phone with Erika. I just asked her if she and Harry were back together, and she said no. However, Sara told her that Harry was over and told her he loved her and asked her to marry him. Sara was too stunned to say anything, but she told Erika she thought about getting back together with him."

Justin let out a sigh of relief he didn't know he was holding. "Why would Erika tell me that?"

"She probably hates your guts and thinks you don't have anyone on your side." Justin looked at AnnSophie. "Are you on my side?"

She sighed. "I wasn't, I thought you were the biggest scum of the earth. Joseph told me about your conversation while you were on your way back here."

Justin had some hope. "And?"

"I don't know what to think. I understand that you felt your privacy was violated, but hers was too. And yet you still thought she wasn't innocent in this. If you had just given her a chance to explain yourself you wouldn't be in this damn mess."

He nodded. "I know."

"Another thing, you want her back, but that comes with fame. You got to accept all of her and what comes with this. The good, the bad, and the ugly. Whether you like it or not there are times you're going to be front page. People will disrespect your relationship, have an opinion on what you should and shouldn't do. People will tell lies for a chicken wing to these blogs. Do you understand?"

Justin didn't even hesitate. "I should have just let it play out." He admitted. "Do you know where she is?"

AnnSophie sighed once again. "That's another thing. She's on her way to Pittsburgh, her dad had a bad heart attack, and she's there with family. She will probably be gone a while before Filming starts in late May."

He didn't want to wait. He needed to go see her. " I have to go see her." He got up. But Joey stopped him. "Dude i dont think that's a good idea. ."

"I'll get you on a private jet in the afternoon tomorrow." The guys looked at the blonde and she smiled. "You're lucky you know an international supermodel Herb. I'll get you on a plane as soon as one becomes available."

"Thank you." Justin breathed a sigh of relief. He didn't want to waste any time. She needed to hear him out, she needed to know how sorry he was. It couldn't wait til May.

They all sat there for a little while, before Justin took in the couple's appearance. "Was I interrupting something?" He smirked

Joey rolled his eyes. "I liked you better when you were quiet." He laughed and AnnSophie giggled. "No, we went for a run, then we showered in different bathrooms. Justin looked at Joey while her back was turned and he nodded sadly to confirm her story. "We're just friends" She stated. That looked like a punch to Bosa's gut.

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Sara hated hospitals.

There were more bad experiences than good for her family. Her dad's parents died in the hospital.  She was hospitalized for her suicidal thoughts, which resulted in being forced to go to a therapist approved by said hospital, and force of taking pills. Then she was hospitalized for passing out in college. Simple dehydration and low blood sugar. When she was a teen, she fell down the long staircase and broke her wrist, along with a nice concussion.

But there were good moments, each one of her nieces and nephew's were born in the hospital. She remembered flying out to Chicago where Brent played at the time to see baby Theo, then in St. Louis last summer to see Kenzie and so on and so on.

But being in the Intensive Care Unit, it was a whole different monster. There were only three visitors allowed. So they each took turns. Cathy didn't leave her husband's side, so it was Katie and Brittney, then Alyssa and Sara. The husband's (except Brent) were back at the home with the kids.

Sara met her sisters for breakfast before heading up to the hospital. They needed food and no one liked hospital food. As they all spoke Sara noticed that Brittney was being quiet, only speaking if Katie or Alyssa spoke directly to her. She knew they didn't end on a good note, but Jeez, this was bigger than any fight they have had. Growing up Sara and her sisters had gotten into many fights, sometimes being physical, but they always worked out because well, they are sisters.

It wasn't until they departed to their cars that Brittney pulled Sara aside in the parking lot "Can we talk?" They looked over to see the other girls' cars turn out of the parking lot on the busy street. "Sure."

They walked by Sara's car, and just like her, Brittney played with her wedding rings as her hands rested on her pregnant bump. "Mom told me what you talked about while you were in France." Sara groaned. "Damn it mom"

"I'm glad she told me. Because I just wanted to apologize. In fact I should have when you came from the hospital after you alm-" Brittney sniffled. "All of us have taken you for granted, and I just.. mom was right, you are braver than all of us. The article, what you went through so publicly with Harry and now this."

Sara nodded. "Thank you."

"You don't have to answer this, but mom told us a little bit of what's going on… Justin thought you purposely put out the rumor?" Sara nodded. "Yep."

"He's an ass. I understood why you didn't say anything, but I think we all knew the way Alyssa said you spoke about him at Thanksgiving. You were crazy about him." She nodded. "I still love him, I know how much pain he caused.. but I think of all of the good times you know?" Brittney nodded. After a few more minutes of chatting, they got in their cars and made the half an hour drive to Pittsburgh's best hospital. Sara had on a baseball cap, sunglasses and her mask. While Gibsonia was a small town where everyone respected privacy, Pittsburgh was a whole different realm. She was well known and someone would question seeing her outside of the hospital.

When they entered through the main entrance, Katie walked up to them. "Uncle George and Aunt Willa are here." Of fucking course. They had to come, Sara should have expected it, but still. Why couldn't it be anyone on her moms side? Of course, they were in Philadelphia, no sense in coming over, they didn't have the money as the Wozniak's did. They were also stubborn and refused handouts.

They went to the hospital waiting area where Willa and George were. George was in a suit, and his wife looked ridiculous in a black business dress donned with expensive pearls. "Hello Sara, surprised you made since you don't seem to care about this family."

She wanted to start an argument, but Sara wasn't going to allow it. "Hi Aunt Willa, Uncle George. Thank you so much for coming. Family is really needed at this time." George nodded while Willa scowled, not expecting the cordial response. Since Cathy was up in Mike's hospital room George and Willa went first, the girls hoping that there was no drama In the room since Cathy and Willa didn't get along, especially after Thanksgiving.

Sara was on her phone while passing the time. She should have packed a hospital bag, as she found herself looking for a snack. Deciding to scope out the vending machines, she asked her sisters if they wanted anything. She had never been so grateful that they started accepting debit cards.

She didn't realize while she was vending the snacks, her mask had been pulled down, and that there were two people staring at her. "Excuse me?" Sara looked over and saw two girls who were about her age smiling. "I'm so sorry, but we just noticed you and we are such big fans. This is a once in a lifetime opportunity!" Sara smiled, she really didn't want to reject them, but they asked for a photo. "If I let you take a photo will you not say that I'm in the hospital? I'm visiting a family member and I want to keep their privacy."

They nodded enthusiastically, and she hoped that they were staying true to their word. They took the selfie, and once they walked away she put her mask back up. Heading towards her sisters, she handed out the snacks, and Alyssa said that it was their turn to go up. She took a deep breath and they went on the elevator, this was the first time that she would be seeing her father this way.

Nothing could prepare her for this as she walked into the room. She broke down as she saw her dad lying in the bed, tubes and wires hooked up to him. He looked pale, as if he was already deceased. Sara couldn't register what was happening before her mother wrapped her arms around her. "I should have just called." She sobbed into the older woman's arms. "Oh honey it's not your fault."

"What If dad doesn't wake up? What if he-?"

"Sara Christine, we are not thinking that way. Only positive thoughts." Sara was sure her mom was trying to convince herself more than anyone. Truth be told Mike wasn't living the healthiest of lifestyles. He loved Cigars, worked himself to death, and was constantly under stress. She knew her family didn't want to admit it, but they were all surprised that this didn't happen sooner. She could remember the countless arguments growing up. At one point her mom threatened to leave, but it never happened. When Sara was in high school she asked her mom why she never followed through. All she could say was

"You will understand when you're in love."

And that's what happened with Justin, she did more for him than he ever did for her. Sara broke from her thoughts, now was not the time to think about him. She was sure he never thought about her —-----------------------‐—-------------------------------

"Mom, you need to go home, get some rest. You've been here since dad arrived." Cathy shook her head, she came down to the lobby to get some food. Her daughters wouldn't allow her to go back up. "I need to be here. What if something happens?"

"Then keep your phone up, and if they call we will be up here first thing." Katie reasoned. Sara chimed in. "Mom, you need a bed. If you want, you can stay by me. I'm closer." It was only by a few miles but it gave her mother and them a piece of mind.

They went back and forth for ten minutes before Cathy agreed to stay with Sara for the night. Brittney was going to pack an overnight bag for her. It was around 9pm when they left the hospital. It was pouring rain and visibility was shit. So Sara was driving slow with Cathy. After some silence Cathy broke it. "Thank you for offering your place. I didn't want to go home with all of the kids."

Sara smiled. "I figured. I love those rascals, but wow seven kids is a hassle. Thanksgiving was a nightmare."

Cathy sighed. "I'm sorry for leaving you out of things. For thinking that because you're single you're a babysitter."

Sara reached over and grabbed her moms hand. Squeezing it, she said. "Let's not dwell on the past. Let's just focus on dad."

Cathy nodded. The pulled up outside the family home where Brittney ran outside. Handing over the bag. "The kids know you're here." Sara looked and saw the little faces peeking through her old bedroom window. "Charlie wants to come with you. He's begging Katie."

As much as she wanted to see them. "Let's have mom have her peace. I'll see them tomorrow. I'll stop by." Brittney nodded before running back, already soaked from the downpour.

Sara turned on the radio on the way back to her home. "Sara, be careful, you need to focus in this weather."

She rolled her eyes. "Mom I've been driving for ten years. I drove through the blizzard, remember?"

"I could still kill you for that. I don't understand why you felt like you needed to go into the city for that concert."

"First of all it was Panic at the Disco, second the weather wasn't like that when I left. Third, there were no hotels at that time of day. Sara turned the radio to an old station and it was at the end of "It's now or ever by Elvis Presley. Coincidentally it was her dad's favorite artist. "Remember for his 60th we went to Graceland?" Cathy smiled.

Sara turned down her street, seeing  the familiar cul de sac that her house was on in the distance. It looked like there was a figure in her driveway but she couldn't see.

It's now or never Come hold me tight Kiss me my darling Be mine tonight Tomorrow will be too late It's now or never My love won't wait.

Sara looked over to see her mom crying. "Oh mom. It will be alright, dad will be okay." She reached in her middle console for a tissue, taking her eyes off the side street as she was preparing to turn into her driveway

It's now or never My love won't wait

"SARA WATCH OUT!" Cathy screamed as Sara slammed on her brakes. Right infront of the lights of the car was a male figure, the same one she saw in the distance. She squinted trying to see him and she gasped, her mouth opened and frozen in shock

Standing in front of her headlights was the last person she thought she would see.

Tall, thin, and soaked

It was Justin.

MY LOVE WON'T WAIT

A/N: Reunited at last btw. The last scene was inspired by this scene https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WH5AOrKAHhE  Just a beautiful scene with the music. Enjoy everyone! and thank you for reading!

[fahye]

hi i don't know if you remember but i sent you a very long ask you were kind enough to answer tentatively asking if lord hawthorn was going to show up more in later books? anyways i have just read the synopsis of book 3 and i am bouncing off the walls i am so excited!! also i must tell you how much i loved a restless truth. i am trying very hard not to reread so soon but with this news i will probably lose the battle

don't fight it. rereads are ALWAYS a good idea. sometimes I look at my teetering TBR full of exciting, friend-authored, worthy books, and then I shrug and read a pratchett or a heyer or captive prince or a kj charles or a fanfic for the tenth time instead, and I NEVER regret it. the heart & loins want what they want. time filled with sincere enjoyment is never wasted. etc.

and now that's dealt with:

I'M SO GLAD THE SYNOPSIS IS OUT THERE. I could only stand so much coyly dancing around how central hawthorn is to book 3 and how much I am 100% rock-solid 24 carat certain that you are all going to lose your everloving shits at the romance, the sex scenes, and certain plot points. I had the time of my damn life writing book 3 and I can't wait for you all to roll around in it with me.

[phanfictioncatalogue]

Fics Including Kath and Nigel (2) Masterlist

part one

2018 (ao3) - outphan

Summary: Dan has a chat with Kath, about his relationship and future with Phil.

a matched set (ao3) - cityofphanchester

Summary: “Mum,” he says, and his voice sounds like a balloon about to burst from happiness. “Mum, would you do me a favor.”

(a mother's view of the christmas adventure)

And, Like Putting On Glasses, I Saw the World in Perfect Clarity (ao3) - cactuslester

Summary: Dan thinks this trip to the Isle of Man will be like all the other trips to visit the Lesters. Little does he know, Phil has a 3 carat surprise for him.

Becoming a Lester (ao3) - scifi

Summary: it’s december 2009 and after dinner, phil tells kath about the nature of his relationship with dan

Better Than Planned (ao3) - TwistedRocketPower

Summary: Dan and Kathryn take a walk and have a talk.

Brave (ao3) - TortiTabby

Summary: A vacation on the Isle ends up being the worst and best place to be at the start of the end of the world.

catching up (ao3) - neopold

Summary: Phil's very tired and Dan talks to Kath on the phone.

Christmas at the Lester's (ao3) - troyiesivanie

Summary: Kath finally convinces Phil he should bring Dan up for Christmas, and it ends up being the best Christmas of his life.

december 10th: welcome, love (ao3) - angelmichelangelo

Summary: coming out isn't easy, but it's a little less shit when you're surrounded with family

december 18th: mama's boy (ao3) - angelmichelangelo

Summary: when phil said kath had put up that shout poster in his bedroom when he came home for christmas :3

no matter how old phil gets, he's still babied by his mum

even while the dust moves (ao3) - cityofphanchester

Summary: Nothing bad is supposed to happen when he’s with the Lesters. (Or, the day after Phil's birthday brings darkness, and Kath makes tea. Set 2019.)

family - phillestatos

Summary: When Dan met Phil, she never thought an eighteen-year-old boy could change his son’s life in that way and how he could become family to her. Or, a reflexion of Dan and Phil’s relationship through the years in Phil’s mum point of view. Too floof.

falling away (generations) (ao3) - CapriciousCrab

Summary: Nigel watches Phil's video and has a moment of realization

familiar perspectives (ao3) - cityofphanchester

Summary: Kath twinkles in Dan’s direction, and he knows she’s been watching his hands move across the puzzle. “Is he, now? Shame you’re stuck with him, then.”

(scenes from the isle, oct ‘21.)

Happy Birthday My Love (ao3) - phansuniteinluv

Summary: It's Phil's 33rd birthday!!! Laughter, fun, and a birthday proposal that Dan has been planning for ages!

he's his mother's son after all (ao3) - watergator

Summary: dan visits phil's family on mother's day whilst feeling depressed

house full of noise and laughter (ao3) - dizzy

Summary: Dan finds himself home alone at Kath on a late December morning.

House Hunters (ao3) - citizen101erased

Summary: Kath and Nigel go down to London to help Phil and Dan find a house to buy.

just me, her, and the moon (ao3) - orphan_account

Summary: He's been thinking a long time about coming out, about how he just needs to be alone with his mum and then he can just finally say it. But now, he could really do it. He could really tell his mum he's gay.

Lester Family Hospitality (ao3) - yikesola

Summary: The morning’s misty rain has turned into a genuine Manchester autumn downpour. As Kath walks past a novelty shop, she spots a young man facing the brick wall of the building. His arm is bent against the wall, and he’s leaning his forehead against his arm, and the poor thing is shaking with what Kath fears might be sobs.

An au fic about hot meals and serendipity.

Long Live (all the walls we crashed through) (ao3) - orphan_account

Summary: “Phil, dear?” Dan asks that night, when he’s climbing into bed next to his boyfriend. Phil makes a small noise to show he’s awake, and Dan prepares himself.

“Do you think you’ll ever propose?”

Silence.

The three seconds before Phil answers feel like an eternity to Dan, his whole world shifting, threatening to fall apart.

“When the time is right, I guess,” Phil murmurs, the tiredness clear in the way his voice sounds gravelly and deep.

When the time is right?

God, Dan thinks, it’s good that he loves Phil so much.

Or: a very special Christmas, featuring The Lesters and several boxes.

Love Isn’t Like That - adorkablephil

Summary: The Lester family is obviously too good to be true.

make this feel like home (ao3) - happy_endings15

Summary: It's senior year. There's two boys. And only one scholarship that will get them out of this tiny Pennsylvania town. But when the universe forces them together, Dan finds a mystery in Phil that just might force him to confront the most deeply buried parts of himself, whether he's ready or not.

Featuring high school theater shenanigans, college app stress, plenty of mutual pining, and DOG CONTENT!!!

midnight cereal (ao3) - watergator

Summary: kath wakes in the night to find dan in her kitchen

Missing you (ao3) - roman

Summary: Phil watched as the Skype call went through and Dan's beautiful, pixelated face showed up on his laptop. His smile was wide and he looked really happy, Phil missed seeing this side of Dan; he just missed Dan in general.

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Phil is in Florida, Dan is not. Phil misses him

More Converts Than Reason (ao3) - iihappydaysii

Summary: Dan and Phil go to visit the Lesters for Mother's Day and each have a talk with one of Phil's parents.

safe place (ao3) - orphan_account

Summary: when dan has an argument with his dad, the only place he wants to be is in the north, in phil's arms

The Christmas Fic || 2017 (ao3) - Yiffandquiff (paradisobound)

Summary: How Christmas 2017 should have went

The Isle (ao3) - orphan_account

Summary: For Phil's 32nd birthday they go up to the Isle of Man once again. It's slowly becoming their favorite place on earth.

The one where Dan should have packed more tissues (ao3) - counting2fifteen, itsmyusualphannie (itsmyusualweeb)

Summary: Dan wants to ask Phil to marry him, but he wants Kath and Nigel's permission first.

turn my head with talk of summertime (ao3) - orphan_account

Summary: there's a lot of sides to Phil that Dan hasn't seen yet, and maybe summer Phil is the one he's really looking forward to

Weight on my Shoulders (ao3) - ByTheFire

Summary: When Phil starts getting some unexpected gifts from his dad he starts to worry if he knows something he is not ready to share. Thankfully Dan is there to make it all a bit less scary. All Phil can hope is his dad doesn't want to change who he truly is.

What We Are to Each Other (ao3) - orphan_account

Summary: So maybe they both suck at communication. Maybe Dan needs to talk to Phil about what they are to each other. And maybe Phil needs to sit his parents down and tell them that big, slightly scary thing about himself. But maybe it'll all work itself out, one way or another.

wrecking ball (ao3) - bloodyscarab

Summary: you gotta wanna break the hearts

of all those pretty porcelain dolls

[lovelyhan]

hi! <3 i'm tomo, i've been meaning to message for awhile but i tend to forget things and put them off + i was confused navigating through tumblr gfkghfdk. i hope you don't find this long message weird! I just finally sat down and worked through my shyness. that being said, i just wanted to tell you that your fic "meet cute of the century" on ao3 was what triggered me to be a carat! i binged your genshin fics at a point and then saw you post for SEVENTEEN. I heard of them and their songs but not enough to stan. More like a casual listener and i only knew S.coups from his alpha leader rep. Because you impressed me so much with your genshin i decided to give it a go too. The fact that I know 0 of Wonwoo or SVT but you manage to make me curious is so damn impressive. So i searched up wonwoo and svt and spiralled from there. I meant to leave praise and a comment bc literally, shit was going down hill and that fic and svt? it made life a lil easier knowing theres this pocket of space i could giggle, watch 13 men cause chaos, find the chillest fandom, and enjoy their fics. But my dumbass rushed and spiralled since reading, i had a hyperfixation that didn't bookmark your fic so i was trying to remember the fic. Luckily i began to use tumblr, get familiar with tags, find more fics and THEN SAW MEET CUTE OF THE CENTURY IN ONE OF THE TOP POSTS. So here I am, months since reading your fic, its embarrassing ik, and i just wanted to let you know that your writing is responsible for my brainrot and stanning svt <3 i thought i was done with my kpop era and stanning but nope! thank you so muchhh, kai! I hope you're having the bestest day. I hope you didn't find this weird TT^TT this is why i become shy, cause im concious that my excitement is weird. I'm working on remembering things more, sitting down and taking time to appreciate works instead of rushing into a rabbit hole lol. If it does weird you, feel free to ignore! I just thought you should know you turned someone into a carat <3

now i'm sorry i'm just replying to this bc i haven't checked my inbox since october but this is so 😭⁉️ it's not weird at ALL and i do think i see you around on ao3 leaving kudos on my fics, so it's nice to know you found me here too! can relate to accidentally falling into the svt rabbit hole bc if soulmates were real, they'd be mine 😞

thank you for telling me all this 🥹 i appreciate you so much 🤍

[svtminghaolove]

Are we getting anything from the pregnancy series soon or is it too early? 🫶🏻

Hellooo <3

Yes! You are actually getting dad seventeen soon, or well in a few posts (:

Currently I plan to write the following order (for svt):

His reaction to you interacting with carats (it will be shorter parts thou)

The Wedding (will probably be long but idk)

The honeymoon (Will be short, bascially a recap of what happened)

Starting your married life

And then I'm starting to write the pregnancy series! SO excited for daddy (😏) seventeen, love writing wholesome shit <3

Of course I'm also writing for ateez now so it may take a bit longer for me to write it but yeah, It's getting closer! (:

[angstyaches]

i have a request!

remember ages ago, when i sent you those beach prompts, one of them was about felix being much stronger than he seems, casually picking up a sofa in one hand etc? and then elliot’s brain short circuiting? with shayne being a little shit about it? if you’re still interested, i would LOVE to read this🍄

I'm sorry this came out so short! I had a burst of energy to write it, and this is what happened. Thank you for always being so patient with me 🖤

Word Count: 700+

CW: tearfulness, flustered Elliott, banter.

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“Elli? Shayne?”

Shayne rested his textbook against his legs and turned his head, relieved to have a distraction.

Felix stood in the doorway to the sitting room, one hand held in his other as his fingers worked around the empty space on his pinky. His wide eyes were glistening, and each blink seemed to be a fight against an onslaught of tears.

“Has... Has either of you seen my mum’s ring?”

“No, boo, I haven’t,” Elliott said as Shayne shook his head.

“Shoot,” Felix whimpered. He was visibly shaking, and although he'd never have admitted it, Shayne's heart went out to him. If he had been given something of his mother's, and it'd gone missing, he'd have been a wreck. “I was so certain that I took it off in here, but I don’t see it.”

“Well,” Elliott said, glancing towards the opposite end of the room and then back at Felix, “let’s not panic. Where did you last –?”

“Y-you don’t suppose it was stolen?”

Elliott let out a light snort. “No, I don’t think anybody broke into the house, ignoring all of Ryan and Nancy’s historical artifacts and valuables, just to steal a 9-carat gold engagement ring from the 60s, and then –”

He cut himself off when he noticed Felix turning a miserable scowl in his direction, and Shayne had to agree that shutting up was the right call.

“Unless I’m rather mistaken, I left it right here.” Felix pressed a fingertip against the arm of the sofa that Elliott was currently sitting on, which sat at an angle opposite the armchair Shayne preferred to use. “Perhaps it fell, and rolled underneath.”

“Maybe,” Elliott said, leaning forward like he always did right before pushing himself up from the sofa, more like an old man with creaky bones than an immortal vampire. Shayne hadn’t gotten around to teasing him about it yet – material like that deserved to be used at the right time, in the right place – but he was always secretly amused by it.

“No, no, no.” Felix raised a steady hand, and Elliott paused, still halfway to the edge of the sofa cushion.

Felix’s eyes were closed now, his forehead uncreased, his lips pursed as he breathed; he looked, for all the world, like he was meditating. His eyes suddenly snapped open, and he turned a burning-amber gaze on Elliott.

“Remain seated, darling.”

Felix stooped swiftly to his haunches, hooking his hands under the base of the sofa.

Shayne raised an eyebrow. He had expected to see or hear evidence of strain, but Felix remained silent as he lifted the sofa up. He spent a few seconds adjusting his grip as it tried to tip onto its side where Elliott was sitting. Once it was stable, Felix kept it raised with just one hand, as easily as though it were a sheet draped across his palm.

“Ah-ha!” Felix whooped.

He broke into a gentle little hum as he reached for the ring, and took the time to slip it onto his finger while the sofa was still balanced on his other palm.

Instead of feeling impressed that Felix – who was almost as slight a thing as him – was this strong, all Shayne could think about was how this was probably the weirdest sight he’d seen in his life. He had a burning desire for Charlie to be there with him, witnessing the phenomenon and reassuring him that he wasn’t hallucinating.

He ventured a glance upwards, towards Elliott, whose head was about six inches away from brushing the ceiling.

The older vampire had his lips pressed together, holding his breath to the point where his cheeks were starting to puff up. Fucking hell, he was practically sulking. Shayne’s younger self would have barely believed his eyes.

“Ah – sorry about that, darling.” Felix’s voice didn’t even waver. He took hold of the base with both hands again. He dropped into a squat and smoothly lowered the sofa to the carpet. When he stood, he brushed his hands dramatically on the thighs of his jeans, and checked on his ring again.

Elliott, meanwhile, sank further back into the sofa cushions. He crossed one leg over his knee, then changed his mind and switched to crossing the opposite leg over the other knee. His gaze was pinned on the floor, his lips slightly parted.

Jesus fucking Christ.

“I’m going to give it a wee polish,” Felix decided, smiling at the band on his finger. He leaned over to kiss Elliott on the cheek before turning and walking out of the sitting room. Elliott raised an arm, as though meaning to embrace the smaller vampire, even though he’d already vanished from view by that point.

Shayne cleared his throat, his pulse pounding with adrenaline. He leaned out slightly over his knees. “Need help picking your jaw up from the floor, or have you got it?”

In a single motion, Elliott slapped both hands onto both knees, uncrossed his leg, and stamped his foot onto the floor. He shoved himself upright from the sofa, eyes blazing with something that Shayne doubted was purely anger.

“Just fu… Fuck off, Shayne," Elliott growled, bursting into a swarm of bats and exiting through the window in a whirl of darkness.