#why did he end up looking like Chris Pine?

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Perro Callejero

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hii love! i just read your clingy so u distance yourself fic for the bazillion time and i cried again no surprise🥹 I just wanted to say i love your works so much and would live to request for an angst oneshot with brother bsf chan? basically reader has been pining for chan for a few years but she never got the courage to tell chan cause she thinks she isn’t good enough for chan. Then afterwards basically chan got a girlfriend who hated her and basically influenced chan to stop hanging out with her which he listened to and told the reader which the reader told him that his girlfriend wasn’t loyal but he thought she was sabotaging his relationship and so they ended off on bad terms but turns out a few weeks later he caught his girlfriend cheating and went back to the reader? sorry if it is kinda long but i rlly need a oneshot like this to read when i just need some angst i really live and admire your works so id be elated if you did my request. thank you and lots of love❤️

my first piece since I went on a mini little baby hiatus. and i had a lot of joy writing this. so i hope you enjoy <3!!!

Brothers Bsf Chan x Fem!Reader (angst/fluff)

6.8k words

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You didn’t know when it started. Was it a simple touch? A brush of a hand or an accidental graze of fingers? Or was it one of those lazy Friday nights where Chan would crack jokes to you and his best friend- your older brother Jisung- while you three were watching movies in the house you grew up in. Or did it stem back all the way to those days where you would chase after Chan and Jisung on the playground, down your neighborhood streets- crying out for them to wait for you. Those cries stopped when Chan would reach his hand out to bring you along.

Maybe it was a combination of all of those things, those things you had tried so hard to forget because it could only lead to heartbreak. Falling in love with your brother’s best friend was no easy feat for anyone. Let alone when you were falling for someone like Chan, who was so hard to fall out of love with. Maybe even more so for you since he would always be in your life. Him and Jisung were nearly joined at the hip, which made it even harder to hide your pining for him. You wouldn’t dare love out loud, but it was starting to whisper through the cracks of your resolve.

You were unconditionally in love with everything about Chan. 

That's how it was for years, and how you intended it to be for as long as allowed. You spent countless nights staring at your ceiling, wondering if he could ever see you the way that you saw him. You were sure things were only platonic between the two of you, but you couldn’t help but linger on the memories of certain looks, certain gestures that you couldn’t delude yourself into believing happened between friends. 

Things started to change when Chan began dating someone new. 

Duri. Her name was Duri, and the first time you met her, you knew she was the type to turn heads. She had a smile that could light up a room and a confidence you could only dream of. Standing next to her, you felt small, like a background character in Chan’s life story. A girl who captured Chan’s attention so easily. A girl who wrapped him up in her life so easily that you knew you were to be forgotten. He was smitten and her words flowed like the river of the smoothest molasses. She could easily convince Chan, he didn’t need you. Because she didn’t like you.

You weren’t sure why, but it was obvious. And because she didn’t like you, her feelings towards Jisung weren’t all that different, it seemed. And slowly you felt like Chan was making his way out of your life.

“Ji, why isn’t Chris here?” You loved the way his name sounded when you said it. Not many people around you called him Chris, so it felt special to call him that. He seemed to enjoy it as well, not ever asking you to conform to societal norms.

“He’s probably just busy, Y/N-ie…I’m sure he’ll come back around.” Jisung said one day as you guys sat on the couch, scrolling through movies. It was the first Friday movie Chan had missed. And even if it was the first time he had missed it, you knew it would be a regular occurrence.

In all honesty, at first, you tried to like Duri. She was with Chan, after all, and you thought that maybe you could be friends. That maybe if you could convince yourself to like her then the pain of not being the one that Chan loved would ease.. But the more you saw her, the more you felt her sharp, indirect glances, the way she dismissed you with a smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes. She made you feel invisible, as if you were only tolerated because you were Jisung’s sister. Even if she just barely tolerated the latter.

Over time, you saw the changes in Chan too. He became distant, no longer the easygoing guy who’d spend hours with you and your brother. He was still polite, still kind, but he was pulling away, bit by bit. You told yourself it was just a phase, that he’d come around once things settled down with Duri.

But then, one night, things came to a head.

You, Jisung, and Chan had made plans to meet at your favorite café—just a casual hangout, like old times. But when Chan showed up with his girlfriend by his side, something was off. His smile was forced, his laughs hollow. He barely met your eyes, and when you spoke, and even then  it was like he wasn’t really listening. To the point that Jisung even pointed it out. Every time you spoke, Duri happened to speak at the same time. Every time a question was directed at you, Duri somehow changed the conversation. You felt small and insignificant and made your way home early. You couldn’t stand to sit there and see the man you were so down bad for with his significant other. Duri had sat close to him, her hand always somewhere on his arm or shoulder, marking her territory in the subtlest way, in a way that caused an anger that wasn’t so subtle. 

But even then after leaving you couldn’t shake the ache in your chest. You sat down on a bench outside of a convenience store by your home, trying to sort out your feelings. 

You okay? I’ll be heading home soon. We went out to drink. 

You quickly type out a reply to Jisung, your fingers shaking as you realized just how cold it was. Just as you were about to get up to leave a pale hand reached out to you with a warm drink. 

You looked up to see a guy with dark and prominent eyebrows, and a little birthmark on his nose. 

“You seemed cold. Its…” He looked at the can. “Mocha flavored.” He handed it back out to you and smiled softly. 

“Thank you.” You said with a small bow of your head, and you couldn’t help but smile at the thoughtful gesture. 

“You live in the neighborhood right? Your brother…looks like a squirrel?” The man’s voice was soft and shy, like he thought he was talking too much.

“Oh! You’re our new neighbor? I’m Han Y/N.” You said with a flourished bow.

“Park Sunghoon. Nice to meet you…” He shuffled awkwardly. “Would you like me to wait before I walk home…I don't want to make you uncomfortable.”

“No! No! It’s fine, I'm not uncomfortable. You can walk home with me.” You say quietly. “Maybe it’ll be nice to not feel lonely.”

As you made your way back home with Sunghoon you had a weird feeling in your chest. You thought maybe you were just trying to sort your feelings, but it was more of an intuitive sense. 

Then you got a text from your brother.

I’m coming home. Duri tried to make a move on me and I’m not trying to get into it with Chan while she is here.

You blinked at the text, nodding when your voice registered Sunghoon asking if you were okay.

That was that odd feeling…

You didn’t know if it was selfish to feel happy that Duri was a tool, but you did. You didn’t want Chan to get hurt so you decided to go talk to him. Giving a message on behalf of Jisung, who thought maybe Chan would listen better if it was coming from a girl

“Hey, can I talk to you?” you asked, your voice soft but determined, as you walked up to him outside of his job a few days later.

“Yeah, of course,” he replied, looking a bit surprised. He followed you to a quieter part of the park, away from prying eyes. “Is everything okay? Jisung hasn’t texted me in a couple of days…"

You took a breath, feeling the words tangle on the tip of your tongue. “Chris…I just…I feel like you’re not around as much anymore. I get that you’re with Duri, but…it’s like you’re pulling away from me and Jisung. My brother is too scared to say anything, but he feels just as bad, if not worse than I do.”

He frowned, looking down at the ground. “I’m sorry if it feels that way,” he said finally, but not much emotion in his voice. “But…I need to be there for Duri. She’s… she doesn’t feel comfortable with me hanging out so much with, you know…” He trailed off, not meeting your eyes.

Your heart sank, a cold dread washing over you. “With me, you mean?”

He hesitated, but the silence was all the confirmation you needed. “She…doesn’t get why I’m so close with you. And I don’t want her to feel insecure, so I…I think it’s best if we… keep some distance. Just for now.”

You stared at him, feeling a surge of hurt and anger. “Chris, she’s manipulating you!” you said, the words slipping out before you could stop them. “She’s making you feel guilty for caring about people who were here long before she was. Because she knows those people will pinpoint, that she’s a manipulative cheater!”

He looked at you, a flash of anger in his eyes at the words. “You don’t know her like I do,” he snapped.

You flinched at the venom in his voice. He had never snapped at you and you could feel tears spring to your eyes.

“She tried to make a move on Ji…” You said quietly. “And don’t try and say my brother is a liar, Chris,  because you know he’s not.”

Chan gave a sarcastic chuckle. “She already told me that Y/N. She was drunk. It was nothing more than that.”

“Drunk actions are sober thought Chris!” You shot back.

“Oh, so the first time you ever got drunk and confessed your feelings for me was a sober thought?”

You felt your body freeze and you blinked at Chan with wide eyes. You blacked out the first time you had ever drank and didn’t touch anything since. You never knew you had admitted to liking Chan.

“So it’s true then? You actually love me?” Chan let out a large sigh. “Frankly, it’s not fair for you to accuse her of things that aren’t true just because you put me on a pedestal. Your feelings for me aren’t my responsibility Y/N. This…this just feels like you’re trying to come between us because of some childish jealousy. She’s my girlfriend, and I trust her more than I trust someone who hasn’t been honest to me for years.”

You felt like you’d been slapped. The words cut deeper than anything you’d expected, leaving you struggling for air. “That’s not…that’s not what I’m doing, Chan. I just…I don’t want to see you get hurt.” You tried to say back. “My feelings have nothing to do with this I’m coming to you as a friend-”

“Friends don’t feel that way about each other Y/N! Once you cross that line friendship can’t be used as a label. Do you ever think that Duri might be acting this way because you absolutely suck at hiding your feelings?!” His voice was sharper than ever and you could feel a sad squeeze in your heart. “So deal with the fact that I’m going to put my girlfriend first- regardless of what I feel for you.” There was the slightest hesitation and falter in his face at his last words, but you were too upset to decipher what exactly that meant. “ I’m done with this conversation. I’ll see you later, Y/N.” He said in a soft yet defeated voice, leaving you standing there, heartbroken and speechless.

The next few weeks were met with silence.  Jisung asked what had happened, but you couldn’t bring yourself to tell him. You kept your pain buried, letting it fester in the corners of your mind. Chan had felt terrible for yelling at you, and had come over to apologize with extra snacks for your guys Friday night movie, but to his surprise, it was only Jisung who was there. 

“Where is Y/N?” Chan asked, setting down your favorite candy and chips on the reclining chair you always claimed. He looked around the corner to see if you were in your room. Your door was open and he walked in, looking at the little polaroids littered across your room on various walls and flat surfaces. He looked at your books and plushies with a soft smile. 

“She’s working overtime tonight. Do you want to watch a Marvel or DC movie?” Jisung called from the living room. Chan’s brow furrowed. He knew the company you worked for closed early on Fridays, all employees getting off early. Something he had realized after observing you for so long. 

“Marvel…” Chan called out, closing the door behind himself.

As suspected you weren’t working overtime. 

Rather as time passed, you found comfort in unexpected places. One of those places was the attractive man that one night, your neighbor Sunghoon. Who, much to your surprise, shared your interests and understood your silence without question. He became your confidant, your quiet escape from the heartache Chan had left behind.

“He’s probably over at my house right now with Jisung.” You had mumbled as you cuddled up on his side. Also, much to your surprise, Sunghoon was a great cuddle buddy. What was even better is that he wanted nothing in return, nor were there any ill intentions letting you grow close to him in an emotional and physical way. He had confided in you that a deeper intimacy was something he couldn’t ever see himself liking, which was why he was set on settling down alone, and that he wasn’t much of a physical person to begin with, but with you he found himself not minding the soft physicality much at all. 

“Like we’re twin flames right.” You had joked, that day, holding out your pinky. He had nodded, locking pinkies with yours. 

“You’re right, but I am more than sure he won’t think to come over her-”

The doorbell rang and you sprung up from your position on the couch as Sunghoon made his way to the door. 

“Well speak of the devil…” He mumbled. 

Chan stood at the doorway of Jisung’s new neighbor, delivery food in his hand. He looked at the bag and considered the weight of the bag.

Maybe a couple having date night?

“Hello?” A tall and undeniably attractive man stood at the door. 

Damn…wow uh-

“Oh, hey! I think your delivery was sent to my friend’s house. I just wanted to make sure you knew it was here...” The man looked at Chan with a blank look. 

Are kids these days given supplements or something…why is he so majestic looking…

“Oh, thank you.” He said , bowing and grabbing the food.

Before the door was shut, Chan could’ve sworn he noticed a pair of familiar shoes, but disregarded it, making his way back to Jisung’s.

As more time passed, you found yourself missing Chan rather than getting over him. 

“Is it strange, Sungie?” you asked while you were building a puzzle with him one evening- another Friday. “That I’m absolutely pissed, and heartbroken, but I want nothing more than to see him? And I can’t think of anything other than I miss him?”

Sunghoon thought for a moment and then spoke softly. “No, it’s not strange at all. Rather, it’d be strange if you didn’t. Sometimes, love clings to us hardest when we’re hurting the most. It's like every part of you is aching for the one person who can make it better—even if they’re the one who hurt you. Missing him doesn’t make you weak; it just means he’s still a part of your heart. Sometimes, loving someone means feeling everything all at once—the anger, the heartbreak, and that unstoppable longing. It’s okay to feel it all."

You were at your house, and Sunghoon was over since he had become a regular visitor, after Jisung befriended him and then finally pieced together where you were going every Friday and other odd days of the week when you first heard the news. At first he had assumed you and Sunghoon were a thing until you both quickly shot down that notion by informing Jisung that relationships and love were not Sunghoon’s cup of tea.

But since he now knew that wasn’t the case, and had long since known the truth since your first and last drunk outing he thought you might want to know.

“They broke up. Strange enough, Chan didn’t seem all that upset—I mean, he did seem upset, but you think you’d be more upset when you break up, you know?” Jisung rambled, barely pausing for breath. “Instead, he was, like, really calm, which made no sense to me. I feel like I’d be freaking out, or, like, super sad, or anxious, or angry. How can you just be indifferent to a breakup with someone you thought was going to be the love of your life? It’s like those characters in anime—”

You tuned out Jisung’s voice, the news sinking in like stones in your stomach as you laid your head against Sunghoon’s side as he read the ingredients on an air freshener bottle while he waited for Jisung to finish warming up food. 

Chan and Duri had broken up. Your heart was a tangled mess of relief and pain, of memories you hadn’t let yourself fully process. After all those months, he was free—but what did it mean now? What did any of it mean when he’d already chosen her once?

As Jisung continued his rapid-fire monologue, you watched to the two people who had been a distraction these past few weeks: him and Sunghoon. Sunghoon, in a more practical way since he knew the depths of your doubts and worries, and easily fit into the spot of your platonic soulmate and best friend. It seemed he was more versed on the Chan-sized hole in your heart than even you were, and you were glad you now had him to walk these roads with you.

Eventually Jisung came back to the living room with dinner, and you were soon enough immersed into the activities of the evening. 

You were unaware what was about to go down when the knock at the door came, Jisung springing up to answer it, his laughter echoing down the hall as he let someone in. The air around you shifted, growing thicker, familiar, and before you even turned around, you knew who was standing there. 

You had known him long enough to sense when the man you loved was in the room. His presence filled it quickly enough, his gaze sweeping over the space, lingering a little too long on you and Sunghoon, who seemed to be molded together perfectly, Sunghoon’s arm lazily resting on your leg.

Jisung shot you an awkward glance before mumbling something about getting snacks from the store. He and Sunghoon exchanged a glance, and, with a silent nod Sunghoon got up, and they left, closing the door behind them. You were left alone with Chan in the thick silence that followed, the quiet pressing down around you.

Chan’s expression was tense, guarded, and yet, behind his eyes, you saw a trace of vulnerability. He took a hesitant step toward you, his voice soft. “Y/N…”

You met his gaze, pain simmering just beneath the surface. “What are you doing here?”

He took a deep breath, guilt etched into the lines of his face. “I’m sorry,” he murmured, his voice cracking slightly. “I should have listened to you. I didn’t… I couldn’t see it. I was so focused on Duri that I didn’t see what was right in front of me. She wasn’t loyal. I caught her cheating, and I realized just how wrong I was and how right you and Jisung were.”

His words landed between you, each one a mix of relief and ache that clawed at your heart. But you couldn’t ignore the questions tumbling through your mind—the doubts that held you back from even entertaining the hope you’d once felt. You folded your arms, steadying yourself as you looked away.

“Chan, I don’t even know what to say to you. It’s not just about her or your breakup,” you said, voice low.

The older boy flinched at your words. 

“Chan…” He mumbled. You had rarely ever spoken his name aloud like that before. So rarely he couldn’t even remember the last time you did, and he didn’t even recognize your voice when you said it. “I messed up horribly…didn’t I?”

 “You didn’t just choose her.” You started. “You looked me in the eyes and didn’t believe me. You accused me of saying things because of personal feelings. Then went on to accuse me of lying to you because I never confessed my feelings- even though apparently I did and you just omitted the truth of what I said when I blacked out as if that's not also a form of dishonesty. You thought I was trying to ruin your happiness, like I’d sabotage your relationship out of jealousy. Are you serious, Chan?”

He winced again, his hand reaching toward you as if he wanted to touch you but was too afraid. “I know, Y/N, and I hate that I did that to you. I was wrong. I know I don’t deserve your forgiveness, but I just… I needed you to know that I truly am am sorry. I didn’t think I had hurt you that badly and it was foolish.”

The hurt that had sat quietly in your heart surged to the surface, and before you could stop yourself, you murmured, “So what? You’re here now because you need a rebound? You want someone to feel close to because she’s gone?”

Chan’s face fell, confusion and hurt flickering across his features. “What? No, Y/N, it’s not like that at all. You’re not some replacement or… or backup. You’ve never been that to me, ever.”

“Then what am I, Chan?” You shook your head, frustration and sorrow mingling together. “Because if I was the first one you come to- not even your best friend-” You said referring to your brother. “Than there has to be reason behind that. Let me guess, you feel something for me?” 

Chan swallowed and you knew his answer when you saw the look in his brown eyes. You let out and exasperated sigh and tried to hold back your tears, but couldn’t so you looked at the ground instead.

“If you really felt this way—if you really cared about me or dare I even say loved me…then why did you pick her? Why now, after you’ve been with her all this time? Am I supposed to believe that just because she’s out of the picture, you’ve suddenly realized what you want?” Your voice was sad and defeated and you let your tears fall. “If so that's really really mean.” You whined sadly.

His eyes widened, and he shook his head emphatically. “No, it’s not because of that. Y/N, I was so stupid. I’ve spent these past few weeks… I didn’t even realize how much I missed you until I lost you. I can’t just go back to how things were, but I know I want you in my life. I don’t want to lose you.”

He paused until you looked up at him, his heart shattering even more at the glossiness behind your sad eyes. “It’s not that Y/N-ie not at all. Sometimes you really just don’t know what you’ve had until you lost it.

But something about his gaze shifted as he glanced back toward the door where Jisung and Sunghoon had left. His mouth pressed into a thin line, his brows drawn together in a dark, unreadable expression. “Guess I’ve already been replaced though, huh?” He said quietly.

You felt your stomach twist at his words, your tears drying almost immediately with the thought of where this was heading. “Replaced? What are you even talking about?”

“Your neighbor,” he said bitterly, albeit soft; the label sharp on his tongue. “You and him. I came here to tell you how much I’ve messed things up, only to see you with him. I guess it didn’t take long for you to move on.”

The accusation in his voice stung, leaving you feeling exposed. You bit back the urge to yell, to let out the anger that had simmered for so long. You knew it brought some validity to his earlier statement, him being jealous of Sunghoon, but God did you sometimes want to smack sense into him.

 “You don’t get to come in here and make assumptions about me, Chan. Sunghoon is my friend. He’s been here because you weren’t. Because you pushed me away. I didn’t have a choice.”

“But you looked happy cuddled with him,” he said, a hint of defensiveness in his tone. “It didn’t seem like you missed me at all.”

You swallowed hard, feeling the tightness in your chest intensify. “Of course, I missed you. But you don’t get to accuse me of moving on. I waited. I wanted… I thought maybe one day you’d see me. But you chose her. You chose someone who didn’t even care about you, and I was the one left behind. So of course I needed comfort.”

He took a shaky breath, eyes softening as he stepped closer. “I chose wrong. I see that now, Y/N. I know I hurt you, and I don’t expect you to just forget that. But I can’t pretend now that I don’t feel something for you.”

You stared at him, searching his face for any hint of sincerity, but doubt gnawed at you. “We just went over this. How am I supposed to know it’s real? How am I supposed to believe that you actually want me, and not just because it’s convenient? If you loved me before than why not say something.”

“Why didn’t you say something!”

“Because unlike you I don’t go around dating people while I have a crush on someone Chan! If it was ‘oh so obvious’ than you should have said something. Or I don’t know, maybe when I blacked out and confessed you could have done something then-”

“I was petrified!” Chan shouted, causing you to take a step back. “How…how am I supposed to respond when my best friend’s little sister tells me she’s been in love with me since we were kids. And that’s its only growing?” He swallowed. “Am I supposed to take that risk and tell her its mutual, but that I don’t want to do anything in case things get messy? Because I don’t want to ruin things? Relationships are complicated Y/N! People fight and argue but romantic ones are so much heartier. Those arguments and fights hold more weight than friendships. I wasn’t…happy…only being your friend but I was content. Even if it meant I wouldn’t get to hold you or kiss you, or see your face in my children’s faces I was okay with that as long as it meant there was no risk in ruining things between us. And that saved me from the risk of getting on uneasy territory with Jisung. So I left it alone. I didn’t tell you. I asked Jisung to forget about it even if that meant he was upset at me for quote ‘rejecting my wonderful and perfect  little sister’ unquote.”

You stood there, lips trembling, not knowing what to say as he lay his heart in front of you.

He reached out, brushing a thumb over your cheek in a tender, hesitant motion. “But now that I know what it’s like to live without you, Y/N,  I can’t go back to that. I can’t. I don’t want anyone else. I just want a chance to make this right.”

The vulnerability in his eyes was almost too much, the raw honesty in his touch searing against your skin. But your heart still trembled with uncertainty, with a fear that ran deep.

“I’m petrified now.”

A tear slipped down his cheek as he nodded, a small chuckle leaving his lips, his thumb gently wiping away a tear that had fallen from your own eyes. “I’ll spend every day proving to you how much I love you, Y/N, so you won’t have a reason to be scared. I don’t want to lose you, not again. I was blind, but I see it now. And if you’ll let me, I’ll do whatever it takes to earn your trust back. To get you to a point where you won’t be able to deny the fact I only want you.”

You held his gaze, your heart wavering between the hope you’d never fully let go of and the fear that he’d break it all over again. And in that quiet moment, with the ache of the past between you, a fragile, cautious feeling began to bloom once more.

You took a steadying breath, bracing yourself as you met Chan’s eyes. “Chan, I don’t know what assumptions you’ve made about Sunghoon, but he’s just my friend. He’s been there because…” You hesitated, the words delicate on your tongue. “Because I needed someone. Not someone to date, or to replace you, but just…someone who understands. He’s helped me pick up the pieces after everything fell apart. And he’s not even interested in relationships like that. We’re just close in a different way.”

Chan blinked, his gaze softening as he listened, brows knitting in a mixture of relief and confusion. “So… you and Sunghoon… you’re really just friends?”

“Yes,” you replied, hoping he could hear the sincerity in your voice. “And he’s not going to change his mind about that. He doesn’t want anything more with anyone. It’s not in him. But he’s been a good friend—my best friend…my soulmate really.” Your voice trailed off quietly. “He’s someone I could talk to when I felt like I’d lost you.”

Chan let out a slow breath, some of the tension leaving his shoulders as he looked away, processing. “I…I feel so stupid. I was so ready to believe you’d moved on, that you’d replaced me. It was like this nightmare I’d imagined every night, that you’d found someone else who actually deserved you. And when I walked in and saw you both…”

His words faltered, and he rubbed a hand over his face, frustration and regret etched deep. “But I know I can’t blame you for being close to him. You had every right to find support after what I put you through. I just…”

“You just didn’t believe me,” you finished for him, the words raw but necessary. “And then you left, and I didn’t know how to fill that space you’d left behind but Sunghoon found a way. But that doesn’t mean he warrants any jealousy from you, Chris. I’m hoping you can learn to love him like you love Jisung. For me?”

He nodded, his eyes filled with regret.A part of you softened at the earnestness in his expression, the vulnerability that showed he understood, at least on some level, of what all of this meant. You sighed, feeling the weight of everything settling over you, but also immensely light.

But Chan seemed like he was struggling for a moment.

“Whats wrong?”

He bit his lip, his gaze darting away for a second before he finally asked, “Was there ever a point when…when you thought you could move on? That maybe you’d fall for someone else?”

The question struck deeper than you’d expected, and for a moment, you just looked at him, letting yourself process the vulnerability etched into his features. Did he truly think he could simply be replaced? That you’d spent years loving him, only to let him go?

“I thought about it,” you admitted, your voice soft but steady. “I thought maybe it would be easier if I could just let go. Even before all of this I thought about it. But no matter how much I tried, it was always you. It’s always been you.”

You felt the familiar sting of tears, and you blinked them away, not wanting him to see just how deeply his words affected you. “For the record, I don’t want to lose you either. But if we’re going to do this, we have to be honest. No more letting other people’s opinions get in the way. No more letting doubts fester between us.”

He nodded, a fierce determination filling his gaze. “No more doubts. I want us to be real, Y/N. Nothing standing in the way, just you and me.”

The weight of his words, the sincerity in his gaze, was almost overwhelming. You felt the warmth of his hand as he reached for yours, his fingers tentative, as if he wasn’t sure you’d accept him.

You took his hand, squeezing it gently, grounding yourself in the quiet assurance of his touch. It wasn’t the grand gesture you’d once dreamed of, but it was real. And somehow, that made it mean even more.

He looked down at your intertwined fingers, his thumb brushing softly over your knuckles. “Thank you for giving me this chance, Y/N. I’ll spend every day showing you that I mean it.”

You offered him a small, tentative smile, one that held a flicker of hope. “And I’ll do my best to believe it. But you have to understand—this is going to take time.”

He nodded, his own smile softening his face. “I’ll wait as long as it takes.”

For a moment, you both stood there, hands entwined, caught in the delicate balance between past hurt and the fragile possibility of something new. The wounds might still be raw, but you could feel them beginning to heal, slowly, with each beat of your hearts in sync.

As you looked into his eyes, you felt something you hadn’t felt in a long time—a cautious, budding belief that maybe, just maybe, this time, things would be different.

A few weeks later, things had settled into a comfortable, tentative new rhythm. The past wasn’t forgotten, but it had softened around the edges, allowing something new to bloom between you and Chan—no, Chris. You’d started calling him that again recently, just between the two of you, and every time he heard it, his eyes lit up, as though it was his own quiet assurance that he had your forgiveness, that he wasn’t just “Chan,” your brother’s best friend, but Chris, the man you were falling for all over again.

You weren’t rushing anything, taking each moment as it came. There were stolen glances, shared laughter, and late-night conversations that stretched until dawn, weaving a new kind of trust between you. He was patient and gentle, letting you set the pace, and every step you took forward felt right. It was healing, a slow rekindling that felt like rediscovering a part of yourself that had been missing.

One Saturday afternoon, you and Chris were sitting on the couch, a movie playing in the background as he leaned closer, his arm resting around your shoulders. Sunghoon and Jisung had left to get snacks- Chris listening to your request and giving Sunghoon a chance, finding out that he genuinely enjoyed the company of your best friend. 

“Its like eternal best friend double dates.” Jisung had joked.

But since your brother and best friend had left, Chan had been looking at you with that soft, adoring expression you’d only dreamed of before, and it made you feel like you were the only person in his world.

“You’re staring,” you whispered, smiling as you felt a blush creep up your cheeks.

“Can you blame me?” he murmured back, his voice warm and low. “I’ve missed so much time, I don’t want to miss a single moment now.”

You felt your heart stutter, a nervous excitement bubbling up as you glanced down at his hand, your fingers lightly tracing patterns on the back of it. The space between you felt electric, and when he gently cupped your face, tilting it towards him, your breath caught. Slowly, as if asking permission, he leaned in.

Your eyes fluttered shut, and then his lips brushed softly against yours, a delicate kiss that felt like everything you’d waited for. His hand cradled your cheek, his thumb brushing gently as if he were afraid you might disappear. You kissed him back, your hand moving to rest against his chest, feeling his heartbeat under your fingertips, strong and steady.

“Chris,” you whispered softly as you pulled back just enough to meet his gaze, his name slipping out naturally, comfortably. The warmth in his eyes told you he’d heard everything you couldn’t put into words—how he was forgiven, how he was here, truly here, and that was all you’d ever wanted.

The tender moment, though, was cut short by a loud gasp and a stumbling sound near the doorway. You whipped around to see Jisung and Sunghoon standing there, both looking wide-eyed and more than a little surprised.

“Oh… I did not mean to see that,” Jisung said, covering his eyes dramatically, though you could see the smirk threatening to break through. “My best friend and my little sister? Wow, I was not prepared!”

Sunghoon, by contrast, grinned openly, the kind of grin that said he’d known this would happen all along. “Took you both long enough,” he teased, making his way over towards you to whack your head affectionately. “I was starting to think I’d have to do something drastic to get you two together.”

You laughed, face warm with embarrassment, but Chris only chuckled, unfazed even by Sunghoon’s physical touch with you, as he slid his arm around your shoulders again. “You two need to learn how to knock,” he said lightly, squeezing you a little closer.

Sunghoon just shrugged, shooting you a mischievous look. “I’m sure Jisung didn’t feel a need to consider having to knock on the door of his own home.”

Jisung laughed, giving Sunghoon a playful nudge. But then turning to Chan with a serious look. “I might still need to have ‘the talk’ with you, Hyung. I know we’ve known each other forever, but this is new territory.”

You rolled your eyes, pretending to scowl at your brother. “Oh, please, Ji. You never said anything before.”

“It’s because you weren’t actually together at the time! But now you are.”

Chris leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to the top of your head, a look of peace and contentment in his eyes. “Yeah, and I’m not going anywhere this time,” he said, looking up at Jisung and Sunghoon, his tone serious yet gentle. “Not ever.”

Jisung nodded, his expression softening as he took in the scene. “Good. Just make sure you’re good to her, alright? Or else I’ll have to do the brotherly duty of fighting you or whatever older brothers are supposed to do…” He mumbled, turning towards Sunghoon for backup.

“Yeah…and I’ll do whatever a best friend does…” He said confused, shrugging as you laughed.

Chris’s grip tightened just slightly around your shoulders. “You don’t have to worry about that,” he said, his voice low and steady. “She’s the most important person in my life.”

Jisung scrunched up his nose, pretending to gag. “Ugh, okay, I was prepared for the brother talk, but I did not sign up for the mushy romance stuff. Can you two not be gross for five seconds?”

Chris laughed, glancing down at you with a sparkle in his eyes. “Fine, I’ll spare you… for now,” he said, giving you a playful nudge and a kiss to your nose

Sunghoon, ever the instigator, leaned back with a grin. “Hey, give them a break, Jisung. They’ve got years of this to catch up on. And honestly, I’m enjoying the show.”

Jisung threw a pillow in Sunghoon’s direction. “Well then maybe you should go find yourself someone if you think it’s cute seeing how my best friend and sister act.” He teased, rolling his eyes but unable to hide the small smile tugging at his lips. “Maybe they’ll have a sister and then you can join our family.”

Sunghoon shuddered and shook his head. “No thank you. But Y/N’s kids will have an Uncle who spoils them.” He said, grabbing the bottle of Soju from the coffee table.

“Hey! I get the title of favorite Uncle automatically.” Jisung whined. “No fair.”

Sunghoon shrugged. “The favorite Uncle has to be from the maternal side.”

“The hypothetical-” He shot a look at you. “Mom in question is my sister!”

“Logic, doesn’t always logic my dear friend.”

As Sunghoon and Jisung went back and forth you laughed, settling into Chris’s embrace, feeling the warmth of home around you. You felt his smile without even looking and it made your heart leap. This, right here, was everything you’d hoped for and more. And as the teasing and laughter filled the room, you knew that no matter what, you were exactly where you were meant to be. With who you were meant to be with.

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[GORGEOUS!]

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: you were in love with f1's beloved honey badger and you had been for almost year. but why in the world had you instead fallen for his teammate? or in which infidelity has laid it's sticky little hands on you.

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: slight angst, infidelity naturally, falling out of love, steamy makeout sesh, suggestive content, pining, sad boy hours for daniel, lando being kind of a sneaky bastard, age-gap between reader and boys (8 years for dan and 2 years for lan), reader born in australia, set in 2020/2021, false or incorrect marine biology lingo and protocols lol, mention of crossiant horner, poor explanation of f1, mentions of insecurity, proof-read...ish

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: daniel ricciardo x marine biologist!female reader, lando norris x marine biologist!female reader

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓: 4k+

𝐀/𝐍: i felt bad for not posting so here's me digging into my reserves! written when i did more song-based fics!! i wish life wasn't so busy 🤧 i have started a few thingsssssss but it's definitely going to be a while before i post them sorry 😣

🏎️ 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 | ⚽️𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

You, honestly, were a normal girl. Mundane as mundane gets. Never once had you imagined of cameras, headlines and the need for a PR specialist in your life.

But it's what you had gotten. That's what Daniel Ricciardo came with.

You had met the Australian on pure accident. It was late 2020 and the season had just come an end. Hamilton was a six-times World Champion and Daniel had his last season with Renault. He hadn't got the result he wanted but he was optimistic about his future with McLaren. So eventually, he headed home to Australia for the Christmas holidays.

Now you would like to consider yourself a well-versed Australian. Especially considering you were born there. Robert Irwin was the most beloved Australian for years to come and Margot Robbie and Chris Hemsworth were your Aussie reps in America.

Somehow, however, you had never really got F1 or Formula One. That's not to say you hadn't heard of it. Honestly, for the past few years it was difficult to pass Albert Park in the summer of March without it flashing in front of your eyes. But if someone were to ask you anything about it, you would blink blankly and apologise.

Which is exactly what you did in early December. You were out having lunch with your closest friends at a local cafe, catching up on the year in the fresh yet skin-damaging Aussie sun.

You were in midst conversation when a brunette girl politely interrupted you. "Hi, sorry. This is going to sound really weird. I'm doing this on a bet. But do all three of you know that man over there? In the hat?”

You looked over to her table full of people. It seemed like she was with her family and friends. You and your friends zoned on the man in the hat, a guy who was trying to not make it obvious that he was aware of what was going on.

You scrutinised him carefully and unsurprisingly, you didn’t know him. Surprisingly, you did find that he was attractive. The curly hair, the scruff… you wondered whether he was actually Australian because no men in Australia looked like that.

Your two friends nodded while confirming with one another. “It’s Daniel, right? The driver?” One of them asked.

Your other friend hummed in agreement.

The brunette looked over at you. You blinked at her as your face slowly morphed into an apologetic expression. “I’m sorry. I don’t know.”

The brunette, which you expected to be somewhat sad about it, ended up smiling while your friends’ faces dropped.

“Thank you! Oh my god. You have no idea what you’ve just done!” The brunette laughed loudly, capturing the attention of her table. She pointed at the man in the hat, clutching her stomach. “She doesn’t know who you are, Danny. Take that!”

Similarly to your friends, the male’s face dropped. He looked at you and tilted his head.

When Daniel actually saw you for the first time, he was in shock. Not the type of shock of an Aussie not knowing who he was. But rather the shock of being in the presence as someone as beautiful as you.

Your eyes were tantalising and your apologetic expression was cute.

He waved a hand in dismissal. “It’s okay. I’m just an F1 driver.”

You nodded in slow understanding. Maybe you had in fact seen his posters in Albert Park. Honestly, you couldn’t be sure. Life as a marine biologist was busy and all over the place. Recognising celebrities or athletes was kind of the last thing on your mind.

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That day you went home with the expectation of a normal tomorrow. One where you were out at the ocean and exploring the waters you had loved so much.

You wish you could say it came as a shock to see that same curly haired man on the wharf, but given the current temperatures that heavily contrasted your winter, it was reasonable as any other Aussie here.

What you didn’t expect was you passing him to get to your boat and then hearing a voice enter the air. “Hey! Excuse me. Sorry. You’re the girl from yesterday, right?”

You turned to the man, hand over your eyes to protect yourself from the harsh rays and take a closer look at him. Just in case it wasn’t him.

“Uh, yeah? You’re the driver, right?”

Daniel gave a wide smile, extending out his hand. “I’m Daniel. Daniel Ricciardo.”

Oh my. What a smile he had. The type to make you feel happy just by looking at it. You couldn’t even help but smile in response. You reached out to shake his hand, not ready to feel a weird sort of spark between the two of you.

“I... I’m Y/N. Nice to meet you.”

Daniel slowly removed his hand from yours, grabbing any last second he could. He eyed the briefcase and scuba gear in your hands. “You diving?”

You looked at your equipment. “Well, testing. I’m a marine biologist. Although, I guess I’m still diving.”

Daniel pursed his lips. Now he had to get to know you. You were beautiful and a marine biologist. An Aussie dream.

“Oh yeah? What are you testing?” He queried with a raised brow,

“Oh! Uh, currently things like the local fish populations in decline. Their habitat. Whether they’re safe or not. Algae growth. Predators. pH levels. All the fun stuff...” You sheepishly trailed off once you realised you began rambling.

You didn’t know but in that moment Daniel was in awe of you. The twinkle in your eyes that rose once you talked about your work. Like your work was your passion. That’s how he felt about F1.

You watched Daniel nod as if he were actually interested. “Do you mind if I come with? I won’t contaminate anything. Promise.”

You mended your brows together. It wasn’t uncommon for people to ask to join. But the way Daniel said it… like it was something he had to do or he would regret it for the rest of his life, you couldn’t help feel compelled. “Um, yeah. Do you not have to be on the road or something though? ‘Cause your a driver?”

“Oh F1 only goes between March and November. We’re on holiday at the moment. Well sort of.”

“Oh,” you mumbled out cluelessly. Your cheeks burned with a tinge of embarrassment. How had you managed to get through all these years of living and not known about this?

Daniel laughed lightly at the reddening of your cheeks. Just when he though he could find you any cuter. “Don’t worry. I’ll teach you F1. And you can teach me the ocean.”

So the two of you went into your boat. The sun beat down onto you so harshly that for most of it, you had retreated to driving the vessel in the shade as Daniel sat next to you.

It had gone so well that this, whatever it was, became a regular occurrence after you exchanged numbers that day.

You were learning a lot about him and his job. He was actually Italian-Australian. He started this passion with go-karting. You found out F1 wasn’t just racing but it was racing to another extreme. 300 kph. God, getting your car to 100 kph for the open road was thrill enough for you.

That made Daniel wheeze with laughter and promise he would take you for a drive in a sports car to get a taste of the speed he craved for.

Apparently F1 had 10 teams, each with 2 drivers. In each of the teams, the drivers had the same car to drive, cars that were constructed originally by each team. The point of the races were for two championships. The Driver’s World Championship, the title the driver wanted to win, and the Constructors’ Championship, the title everyone from the driver to the team strategist wanted to win. They were calculated by the amount of points received by the drivers in the races.

All the races were settled through a long weekend of sorts. Fridays were for practices to see how the car was on the track as they had different conditions per track. Saturdays were for qualifying. Here, Daniel would push the car to its limits to get the fastest lap time as the drivers were ranked to then get a position for the actual race tomorrow. Sundays were where they raced for points.

All of it was slightly complex, especially with the penalties and rules that they followed. Buy you seemed to get the gist of it.

Daniel had learnt that you had grown up in Australia and like him had to travel a lot for your work. Weirdly, some times his race dates would match up with your travelling. Daniel chose to take that as a sign. You were 8 years younger than him, taking him by a slight surprise. You were 23 and he was 31. But it didn’t seem like it mattered to you. Communication between the two of you was a smooth sail.

Daniel even opened up about his time with Red Bull. A whirl of bad and annoying memories. But when you had said that you would like to see Christian Horner step on to your boat and throw him overboard into a tank of piranhas, only for thirty seconds of course, Daniel had never laughed harder.

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By the billionth time you had hung out, the sun was setting in the evening, providing a refreshing cold breeze to match the heat. Christmas was close soon. And Daniel was aching to ask you out.

He had to go into this next season of driving knowing he had you by his side. Even his own family was pushing him to ask. Especially his sister, Michelle, who had dubbed herself the cupid as she was the very brunette who had technically introduced you two, or so she claimed.

The both of you had finished a dive and were heading to Daniel's car. You were supposed to have dinner with his family on this fine evening.

"You good, Danny?" You looked over to the man. Daniel, for the loud and outgoing person he was, was being rather quiet today. You couldn't really put your finger on why either. You took pride in being able to read people. But it looked like his mind was at some sort of battle.

He gave an idle hum, getting into the driver's seat.

You raised a brow, closing the door on the passenger side shut. Your hand reached out to his thigh, making him break his trance and flicker his eyes towards you.

"Listen, I don't know what it is or what's going on. But I'm all ears if you want," You smiled, patting his thigh. You went to remove your hand but Daniel placed his hand over yours, keeping you there.

Daniel's heart was in his throat. He was not normally a nervous man. He was the epitome of confidence. But you seemed to tear that down, in the nicest way, quite easily.

Daniel absorbed your curious eyes before releasing a shaky breath. "Uh," he awkwardly chuckled, scratching the back of his head. "I'm not normally like this. I can't really explain it... but these past few weeks, I... I haven't felt like this in a really long time. With you I feel free... happy... I guess what I'm trying to say is that I really like you. And even if I'm ancient, I would really like to be with you. You know. Together. If that wasn't clear."

The smile on your face the moment you realised what was going on hadn't stopped growing. You watches his eyes dart around, looking for a signal of anything. A yes. A no.

You looked down at your hands. The warmth of his spread among your one. You turned your hand to intertwine them with his and squeezed his hand, looking back up at him. "I think you took the words right out my mouth. I like you too, Danny. A lot. Even as an 'old ass man.'"

An odd silence settled within the car as Daniel simply stared at you, honey brown eyes hold your own.

"Danny? Are you okay?"

Daniel's eyes turned into crescents while his infamous wide smile sprawled onto your face. "Can I kiss you?"

You stilled in the passenger seat. Your eyes flickered to his lips before meeting his eyes once again. You weren't sure if you could trust your voice at the moment so you gave a curt nod.

Daniel smiled softly at the flustered expression you sported. Instead of leaning his head in like you expected to, he reached over to your seat and lifted you out of it. You released a small yelp before landing onto his lap, straddling his crotch as you faced towards him.

Daniel's fingers played with the slightly dampened tresses that had fallen around your face and pushed them behind your ears. His fingers trailed down to your heated cheeks and to your jaw. Bringing you closer to him, he leaned his head towards you.

Daniel's lips fell into yours. His hands soon fell to your back as your arms snaked his neck. The world... your surroundings were all gone. All you could feel was each other. His fingers sneaking past the hem of your shirt and grazing your bare skin. The action sent a wave of heat within you.

You let out a small muffled moan causing Daniel to adjust himself in his seat. A bulge had formed in his pants, aching at your touch. You released yourself from him for a gasp of air, which fell into further pleasurable gasps as Daniel's swollen lips had found your neck, leaving a trail of small sloppy kisses.

Daniel rested his chin onto your shoulder before pulling back to look at you. He grinned at your dazed expression. "As much as I would like to continue this in such a fitting setting like a car, I would rather our first time in an actual bed."

You let out a small laugh, feeling yourself fluster even further while you gave him a tight hug.

And that's how your relationship had started. Since then, it had been almost a year. In that year, you had gotten impossibly closer. You had visited his races without telling him because you were scared. You were scared of distracting him and scared for him. The first F1 race you went to matched up to your meetings with other marine biologists and techs in Spain. God, you didn't know cars could even go that fast. The occasional toss of a car to the side sent fear coursing through you.

Eventually, Daniel had found out and reassured you that you being there wouldn't harm anything. In fact, the thought of it calmed him down and encouraged him. He had even introduced you to some of the team and whispered in your ear when he pointed to Red Bull's team principal.

"Oh... so that's the man going overboard. That's a shame. You didn't tell me he look like a sea otter. Sea otters are supposed look cute. I'll just pretend he's plant plankton."

Daniel had never laughed harder at something. Just when he thought he couldn't love you more. God, you were a sight to behold. He would never understand how you managed to be who you were.

You had felt the same.

Well, at least that was until when you met his new teammate in McLaren, Lando Norris.

Lando was two years younger than you and what some people called the British Ricciardo. He was constantly smiling and cracking jokes. He was the moodmaker.

The vibe he had was like an annoying little brother of a sort.

But people obviously didn't feel attracted to someone if they truly thought of them like that.

You shouldn't feel this way. It was wrong. You had a boyfriend. A boyfriend who adored you. You had tried to keep yourself occupied with your job to avoid having to attend too many races and meet the McLaren team, in fear of meeting Lando.

But of course, how were you going to refuse to celebrate Lando's 2nd podium of the year in Monaco when Daniel asked?

So here you were. In a club dressed in a cream coloured set: a long sleeved bralette and a long skirt starting from your waist, ending just before your heels with a slit in the middle.

The compliment you had received in your ear from Daniel made you wish you could say you were dressed for him in the first place. But it would be a lie to say that.

You had navigated yourself around the club to drown yourself in some alcohol. You needed a distraction and you felt that being some what drunk and out of it would've helped.

you should take it as a compliment that i got drunk and made fun of the way you talk. you should think about the consequence of your magnetic field being a little too strong. and i got a boyfriend, he's older than us he's in the club doing, i don't know what you're so cool, it makes me hate you so much.

You were out of it for sure. Because sober you did not have the guts you had right now. The guts to not only sit at the same table as Lando but next to him and make fun of his British accent with Carlos.

"No, Carlos. I'm pretty sure he sounded like 'No no no... you ruined my ice cream,'" You laughed lightly as the Spaniard refused to agree with you.

"No he has bit of a weird sound at the 'ruined' part. He sound like those kids in the UK... on the road? What are they again..."

Lando's face burst with amusement. He laughed so hard, he had to prevent his cup from falling out of his hand. "Do you mean..." He gasped for air, "Roadmen?"

Jesus. Carlos Sainz discussing roadmen was the funniest thing that had happened so far.

You weren't sure where Daniel was even. All you knew he was probably talking to some other team member of McLaren. You were rather preoccupied and entranced by the British male next to you.

You couldn't explain it but it was as if there was a magnetic field around him and you, like an element, were simply attracted to him. As if there was no other path to go. He made you laugh differently. Feel differently. He was also a looker. That boyish charm that simply pulled you in. It made you wonder how strong his magnetic field was.

The science of it was simple. You may be a marine biologist but you hadn't flunked physics. The stronger the intensity of a field, the further the magnet, Lando, will be able to attract elements, like you. All you knew was that he was strong enough to inexplicably take you attention away from your own boyfriend.

you're so gorgeous i can't say anything to your face 'cause look at your face. and i'm so furious at you for making me feel this way but what can i say? you're gorgeous.

This attraction you felt to Lando what ridiculous in itself. But you had felt it from when you first met him and you felt it now. Lando was simply gorgeous. His smile was breathtaking. His laugh felt pretty.

And it infuriated you. You wanted to yell at him, tell him to stop. These feelings, this flutter, this tingle... make it all stop, you wanted to say.

But you could never say that to his face. How could you? Those same things came back every time you looked at him.

The smile. The flutter. The tingle.

You wondered whether he had even looked at himself in the mirror. You wondered whether ever had felt insecure about the way he looked and that if he did, you wished he hadn't.

Everything thing about him was simply enticing. A delightful view... from the arms of Daniel.

you should take it as a compliment that i'm talking to everyone here but you. and you should think about the consequence of you touching my hand in a darkened room. if you've got a girlfriend, i'm jealous of her. but if you're single that's honestly worse. 'cause you're so gorgeous it actually hurts.

This feeling... this infatuation was overwhelming for you. You were a taken girl. You had even made it was to the multiple Instagram F1 'WAGs' accounts and were met with the most glorious welcomes by fans.

You needed to get a grip on yourself for Christ's sake. Lando was also taken. Even if he was single, which if you were being honest was an insult to romance itself, you didn't have a chance let alone now. No matter how jealous you were, you had to be realistic. You paled in comparison to the fame Portuguese models that F1 drivers often found themselves with.

Of course, you had to admit they were beautiful. You had no conflict with them. They weren't your classic mean girls. They were impossibly nice and you even found yourself in some interesting conversations. But at the end of the day, you were simply a marine biologist.

So in the darkness of the club, you had managed to isolate yourself from Lando, who had gone with Pierre somewhere, and made the struggling and gruelling effort to talk to anyone else but him. You had conversed with Carlos before he had gone somewhere with his girlfriend. You had settle for Charles as a distraction.

Charles was a pleasure to talk to. As always, he was also so kind and sweet with his words. The type you were sure that when you looked at the, you knew that their mother raised them right.

Daniel had finally found his way to you, mentioning that Zak Brown had just pulled him aside for a talking to. You asked if he was okay, in which he responded with a smile and said: "Now that I'm with you, yes."

You managed to give him a soft and believable smile. Daniel was standing behind you, joining in your conversation with Charles. It wasn't until you were in the midst of a conversation about life in Monaco that you felt a hand on yours.

You smiled gently, expecting it to be Daniel's but instead it was Lando's.

ocean blue eyes looking in mine. i feel like i might sink and drown and die.

Your eyes snapped up to meet Lando's face. His blue eyes bore into yours.

Those goddamn eyes of his would be the end of you. The similarity of them to the oceans you had travelled and the beautiful creatures you had seen was uncanny.

Your heart paced furiously against your chest. He must've been drunk or tipsy to the very least to stumble onto you. There was no way he had purposely wanted you to drown in his eyes.

You sucked in a quiet sharp breath and edged to removed your hand. But as quickly as you had made that decision, the gnawing feeling at your heart had grown more intense and taunted you. Lando's hand hurried to grab yours and place it back where it was.

Your eyes shook with awe and lingered with a dangerous thrill. You could feel his fingers rub the back of your hand gently before intertwining them.

You looked blankly at the table in front of you while Lando had joined in the conversation so casually, like nothing was even going on. You had to thank your stars that the club was able to be as dark as it was.

A lot of the noise around you had turned into white noise and blurs of sound. Charles must've complimented you as you had managed to capture some mention of fish and coral reefs from your boyfriend.

you make me so happy it turns back to sad. there's nothing i hate more than what i can't have and you are so gorgeous, it makes me so mad. you make me so happy it turns back to sad. there's nothing i hate more than what i can't have and guess i'll just stumble on home to my cats alone unless, you wanna come along?

It was Daniel kissing your cheek fondly and Lando's hand grazing your knee under the table that had brought you back to reality.

The happiness and adrenaline you felt was wrong. You knew with every crevice and fibre of your body that this had to stop. This attraction and sickly sweet infatuation with Lando. God, he just made you so fuzzy. You could barely think straight.

You were stuck in between two men who had their touch on you. It wasn't right. As much as you liked Lando, he angered your entire being. He had simply waltzed into your life. He was playing along with your feelings.

Lando's damning eyes averted to you when he felt your hand slip away from him forcefully.

You hoped the guilt in your eyes shone as much as they could in this darkness.

You were going to have to break up with a man who would give you everything. You would have to leave all of... this... and get away from here.

You needed everything to return to normal. You had no idea how exactly you were going to explain a sudden return home without inflicting any suspicion.

All you knew now was that you had to make a lengthy apology to a man you had not realised you had fallen out of love with.

You supposed that was love.

Love was a bittersweet feeling. It was beautiful and fluttering but brought a lot of tragedy and strife along with it.

That was love: simply gorgeous.

© 𝐌𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐘𝐒𝐂𝐇𝐔𝐌𝐀𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐑

[thisisa-stateofgrace]

random au prompts / inspos for kingdon and the entire pitt crew

— this will be a growing list

bridgerton!au - mel is presented to society but also wants to be a doctor. her dad is robby who was recently widowed. she is looking for a man who can accept her dreams etc. frank is probably an apprentice or something but not part of the landed gentry. i can lowkey also see javadi-mateo as something like theloise

princess diaries!au / inspired - mel and her “me l? a princess? shut up” and she meets frank who is prob 99th in line to the thrown… (yes the chris pine one)

Youve got mail!au - set in the turn of the millenium where frank and mel meet in a chatroom about… gravel propbably or road safety. One has a doctor radio show while the other is a doctor on a tv show and their always pitted against each other??? Or maybe they’re vying for the same fellowship i don’t know right now im groggy

Wedding Season!AU - cliché but i want a javadi an going to indian weddings and she implores the help of a random stranger mateo to be her date / boyfriend not sure how but yeah

Set It Up! AU - frank and mel as personal assistants to crazy bosses and they fall in love or something

When Harry Met Sally!AU - i mean “When you realize you want to spend the rest of your life with somebody, you want the rest of your life to start as soon as possible.” DEFINITELY - like a time where they did rotations. Remained friends. Mel probably got another fellowship etc somewhere else and they meet again and becca is more or less independent and thriving in the facility and mel is now available for things and shiz and a gesture of love

27 dresses / wedding planner!AU - mel is a wedding planner. Frank… going to marry Abby but Mel was from his past or something.

speak now by taylor swift - frank and mel are med school buddies, abby is the art girl (inspired by the youre a good man frank langdon) — mel taking courage to speak now and not hold her peace!!!

miss americana and the heartbreak prince by taylor swift - mel as the miss americana im so hooked by the line “voted most likely to run away with you” probably something where frank is a bad boy bec why not

governess!au - mel is the new governess to single dad, frank langdon. that’s it that’s the fic.

mastermind by taylor swift - garcia x santos - self-explanatory “i’m a mastermind and now, you’re mine.”

holy ground by taylor swift - collins x robby (good breakup feels)

bff au #2 - you belong with me > yes i want kingdon to freaking talk using paper and markers and their neigbors

a walk to remember!au - frank langdon, school popular kid and bad boy, meets mel king, the quiet girl into something and that is it hahaha just make it happen pls im sorry hahaha “she had her miracle. it was you.”

the hating game!au - enemies to lovers from diff backgrounds vying for the promotion

music man / swingtime! au - more of the context that frank langdon is a con man faced with a good-hearted lady and yes he tries to abandon his old ways

parks & rec au - (coincidentally there is a song by mouserat called the pitt) - sunflower painting scene. mel tries her hand in online dating and matches with some people… surprisingly matches with a co-worker (i don’t know maybe jesse but jesse is good or maybe ahmad??? We can think about this later) but apparently she just matched with pne of his accounts (ala tom). she ends up deciding to just be open to dating especially those who will come her way, bec she wants them in person and that’s frabk who is her coworker and they both like the sunflower painting and they eat in front of it okbye

pushing daisies au. - yes for some reason: frank langdon has a tendency to resurrect people with one touch. but if he touches them again… they drop dead… forever. mel as his d**eased ex whom he hasnt seen in a while but is still the love of his life and he touches her but they cant touch again or else she’s gonna be real dead

Castle au (somewhat) - mel, a nypd detective has to solve a murder patterned from the works crime novelist, frank langdon. the man’s egotistical (but with right) and she may or may not be a fan.

[sparklyskies0]

crawling back to you, c.s

( in which ) Despite the love chris has for you, he’s perfectly fine with not taking action and making you his to end both of your suffering.

disclaimers: mutual pining, smut (unprotected p in v), kissing, miscommunication, slow burn, NOT EDITED! :)) 2,256 words

You swear you can feel him before you even see him. It's like your body recognizes his presence before your brain does─before your eyes lock onto his across the room.

Chris is leaning against the wall, head tipped back, the silver chain around his neck catching the dim glow of the LED lights. His hoodie is slipping off his shoulder slightly. He looks good─too good.

And you hate it, it's killing you.

You hate the way your stomach clenches when he exhales a slow drag from the joint between his fingers. Hate the way he only half-smiles when his eyes land on you, like he's been waiting, like he already knew you'd show up.

You shouldn't be here.

But you are.

And he's looking at you like that.

The party is loud, voices blending with bass-heavy music, but it all feels muted, like the world has shrunk to the space between you and him. You take a sip from your drink, something cold and sharp that does nothing to steady your nerves, and when you look up again, he's already moving.

Chris doesn't touch you when he stops beside you, but he's close enough that you can feel the warmth radiating off of him.

"You came," he murmurs, voice low, just for you.

You dont know what to say to that, so you shrug.

"so did you."

Chris huffs out something that might've been a laugh if it didn't sound so bitter.

"I always do."

It's the truth, and its sit heavy in your chest. Chris is always there─always lingering just outside of reach, close enough to make you feel like you could have him if you really wanted, but far enough that you know better than to try.

You don't ask why he never says anything. You don't ask why he lets you have him in every way except the one that matters. You already know the answer.

Because he's too scared of what happens if he actually asks the question neither of you are brave enough to say out loud.

Do i wanna know?

"wanna get out of here?" he asks instead.

And you do. You always do

His apartment is quiet when you get there, the only sound is the low hum of the city outside. You shouldn't be here either. But here you are, following him inside, watching as he shrugs off his hoodie, runs a hand through his hair like he's trying to shake off whatever this is.

Like he doesn't know it never goes away.

But you want this, you want him and you've made that abundantly clear. He has too, in his own way. But yet again, you don't ask questions of why you can get close but never close enough.

You swallow hard, your throat dry despite the drinks, despite the haze of everything unspoken between you.

Chris watches you, jaw tight, fingers twitching at his side. Like he wants to touch you. Like he wants to do something about it.

But he wont.

You step closer, heart hammering, and press your palms to his chest, feeling the warmth of his skin through his shirt. His breath catches, but he doesn't move, doesn't push you away.

"You gonna keep pretending this isnt real?' you ask, voice barely above a whisper.

Chris swallows hard, his hands ghosting over your hips, like hes debating whether to grab you, whether to pull you in or let you go.

"You already know the answer," he murmurs.

His lips are so close, a breath away, and when he finally, finally presses his mouth to yours, it's not sweet, not gentle─its desperate. Like he's been holding back for too long. Like he's giving in just this once, even though you both know it won't fix anything.

His hand slips under your shirt, fingertips burning against your skin, you arch into him, gasping when he nips at your bottom lip. Its messy, its reckless, its everything you both pretend you don't want.

But you do.

You always do.

And it's never enough.

Chris kisses you like he's trying to memorize the way you taste. Like if he kisses you hard enough, long enough, he'll finally stop wanting you the way he does.

(It won't work. it never does.)

His hands slip beneath your shirt, fingers skating over your ribs, warm and familiar. He knows your body like a map, but only in stolen moments like this─only when the weight of not having you becomes unbearable.

You press closer, chest to chest, tilting your head to deepen the kiss, but chris is the one who slows it down. One hand curls around your jaw, thumb brushing the corner of your mouth like hes savoring you, like he knows this will end the same way it always does.

A sigh. A goodbye.

A space between you that neither of you have the guts to close.

"Chris," you breathe, and its not a question, not an accusation─its a plea. One he hears loud and clear.

His forehead drops to yours, chest rising and falling against yours in sync, and you think for a second─just one─that maybe this time, he'll say something. Maybe this time, he won't just let you leave.

But then he exhales, slow and shaky. His fingers brush over your sides before pulling away completely, and just like that, its over.

You blink at him, still caught in haze of it all, lips still tingling from his, body still buzzing with heat and he just looks at you.

Like hes sorry. Like he hates himself for this.

But also like he's okay with it.

You let out a sharp breath, shaking your head as you step back, arms crossing over your chest in a weak attempt to shield yourself from the cold rush of reality.

" this is getting old, chris."

He flinches like the words sting, but he doesnt argue. He never does.

Instead, he just nods, dragging a hand down his face before looking at you with something that might be regret.

Might be love.

"I know."

And the worst part?

So do you.

You should leave. You should walk out of his apartment and out of his cycle, let the door shut behind you and pretend like you don't know exactly how this will go.

But you don't.

Instead, you stand there, arms crossed, waiting for him to say something, anything─but Chris just stares at you, jaw tight, hands flexing at his sides like he wants to reach for you and doesn't trust himself not to.

His eyes never leave you. He looks at you like you're the only thing keeping him standing, like if he doesn't do something right now, he's going to lose his mind.

And maybe that's why you do it.

Why you grab the front of his hoodie, fisting the fabric and yanking him toward you. Why you crash your mouth against his like you need to feel him now, before he disappears again.

Chris stumbles back slightly but recovers fast, his hands landing on your waist, gripping like he's scared you'll pull away. Like he's still trying to figure out if he's allowed to have you.

You part your lips, exhaling against his mouth, and that's all it takes─Chris breaks.

A low groan rumbles from his chest as he tilts his head, deepening the kiss, his tongue sliding against yours in a way that makes your knees weak. His fingers tighten on your hips, pulling you flush against him, and─fuck─he's hard, pressed up against your stomach like he's been waiting for this longer than he'd ever admit.

You don't even realize you're backing up until your shoulders hit the wall, and Chris is on you, caging you in, his hands everywhere─your waist, your back, your face. He kisses you like he's starving, like he's been dying of thirst and you're the only thing that can save him.

His teeth scrape against your bottom lip, and you whimper, tilting your head back. That sound─it does something to him.

Chris's breath is ragged as he dips his head, mouth latching onto your neck, sucking just hard enough to make your stomach flip. His hands slip beneath your shirt, fingertips dragging up your sides, warm and rough, leaving goosebumps in their wake.

"Fuck," he mutters against your skin. "You don't─" he exhales sharply, shaking his head. "You don't get it."

You tilt your head, gasping when his tongue swipes over the mark he just made. "Get what?"

Chris pulls back just enough to look at you, his eyes dark, pupils blown.

"How bad i want you."

Something in your chest tightens─because you do get it. You've always gotten it.

And you're tired of pretending like you don't want him just as bad.

Your hands slip under his hoodie, dragging up his stomach, nails scratching lightly against his skin, and Chris shudders, his breath hitching.

"Then show me," you whisper.

Something snaps.

Chris surges forward, kissing you so hard your head knocks against the wall, but you don't care. His hands are on you, desperate and unrelenting, as he tugs your shirt up, over your head, tossing it somewhere behind him. His hoodie follows, hitting the floor with a soft thud.

Your fingers trail down his stomach, grazing the waistband of his jeans, and Chris exhales a sharp fuck, his head dropping to your shoulder.

"Don't tease," he rasps. "Not tonight."

You nod, slipping your hand past the waistband, palming him through his boxers. He groans, hips jerking into your touch, and the sound alone sends heat pooling between your legs.

Chris suddenly grips your thighs, lifting you effortlessly, and you yelp, wrapping your legs around his waist as he carries you toward the nearest surface─his bedroom.

The second your back hits the mattress, he's on you again, kissing down your body, his hands rough and greedy as they tug at your jeans, dragging them down. You help, kicking them off and then its just him and you, bare skin against bare skin, all warmth and need and desperation.

Chris pauses for a second, hovering over you, his chest heaving. His eyes search yours, something unspoken lingering between you.

You nod, reaching up to cup his jaw, "im yours, Chris."

And thats all he needs.

He kisses you slow this time─deep, consuming, like he wants to take his time memorizing the way you feel beneath him. His hands roam, learning every inch of you, before he finally gives you what you both need.

And when he pushes into you, stretching you open, filling you completely─

you let out a strong moan. A gasp.

Your back arching off of the bed. Chris grips your hips, he bottoms out inside of you , groaning softly.

"Fuckk.."

He thrusts into you like hes trying to carve himself into your bones. Like if he presses hard enough, you'll never be able to forget the way he feels.

His forehead drops against yours, breaths tangled, his lips brushing yours with every sharp thrust. Your nails dig into his back, dragging down the smooth skin, desperate to ground yourself because its too much─but at the same time, not enough. "oh my godd─chris.."

"Fuck," chris mutters, voice ragged. "You feel─" He groans, finger gripping your waist so tight you know you'll feel it tomorrow. "You feel so fucking good."

Your body arches again into him, heat coiling low in your stomach. "chris─"

"i got you, baby." the words slip out, quiet and unintentional, and chris freezes for half a second─like he wasnt supposed to say that.

But you dont let him pull away.

Your hands cup his jaw, forcing him to look at you, and the moment your eyes lock, something shifts.

Its not just about the desperation anymore. Not just about the frustration, the push and pull, the months─years─of unspoken tension.

its about this.

Chris and you.

Together, for the first time without hesitation, without pretending like this isn't exactly where you both belong.

His pace slows, hips rolling against yours with an intensity that has your breath catching in your throat. Its deep, slow, devastating─and suddenly, you feel the weight of it, the way he's holding you like you might disappear, the way he presses his lips to your temples like he's scared to say what he's thinking.

You pull him closer, wrapping your legs around him tighter.

"Chris.." you breathe, titing your chin up to kiss him. He groans into your mouth, his grip on your waist tightening as he picks up the pace again, thrusts growing rougher, more desperate.

He's losing himself inside of you. The slick feel of your tight pussy clenching around him and pulling him in.

"i know," he whispers against your lips, voice wrecked. "I know, baby."

Your stomach tightens, pleasure twisting dangerously low,, and you can feel it building, seconds away from─

Chris's fingers find your clit, rubbing slow, deliberate circles, and─

Everything shatters.

Your head tips back, his name falling from your lips in a broken, needy whimper, and chris follows right after, his stuttering, his grip on you bruising as he cums with a low, drawn─out groan.

You both stay still, neither of you moving. Chris stays pressed against you, his forehead buried in your shoulder, breath still ragged. Your fingers find his hair, nails scraping against his scalp, and you feel him shudder.

And when he finally lifts his head, looking at you like you hung the fucking stars.

Your'e not sure if you want to say anything,

Not sure if you wanna know what happens next.

ᥫ᭡ Authors Note

this is so long lmfao

chris saying what he said abt being

in love def inspired this so 👅🤘🏾

xoxo paris

[admirationandromantics]

Going overboard, 1: Memento Mori

Okay, so first the prologue, and now the first chapter. As I've said before, not all chapters include a Josh-interactions because of accuracy to the game, so you'll just have to live with it. If you haven't read the Prologue, go to my profile, then the masterlist, Josh Washington. You'll find it there. Get ready for tomorrow!

Chapter 1: Memento Mori

After what happened up on the mountain last year, Josh didn’t stay in touch. At first we all tried to talk to him, help him, but we gave up one after another. He talked with Sam a lot. I think she did the most she could until he cut contact. I didn’t want to put too much on him, and we all were in grief as well, so it probably was the best solution. 

Sam and I had regular coffees. It helped us both. We shared stories about them, and she told me about everything which happened that night. The prank wasn’t about me, nor Josh. Not even Beth, but she still had to suffer the consequences. Poor Beth, and poor Hannah. We all knew she had a thing for Mike, but setting her up like that was not okay. I now despised them all, Jessica, Emily, Mike, Matt, Ashley. Matt was such a sweet guy, I couldn’t imagine him standing there with a camera, recording everything. For me though, Ashley hurt the most. I loved her, I truly did, but I cut contact quickly after I got to know about the evening. She sent me a bunch of texts, begging me to talk to her. She was sorry, she was drunk, caught up in the moment, and everyone was doing it so she felt like she had to. She never knew that the aftermath would be as bloody as it did. I still didn’t text her back. 

A month before the anniversary of their disappearance, Sam got a video message from Josh. He invited her up to the cabin again, stating that this would be a way to honour their memory, and relive the experience, but with a good ending. There would be booze, partying and just making new memories. Based on the video, it seemed like he asked everyone in the old group. Everyone except me. I felt hurt. Betrayed in a way. I was one of the few he talked to, cried to. Our relationship didn’t evolve after the event, but I was still there for him, trying to comfort him. Sam told me that I should come with her, but I declined. If he didn’t want me there, it was okay. She couldn’t understand why, but she kept being insistent, urging me to give it a chance. I didn’t have to be there the whole time, and if I wanted to, I could leave the very next day since the bus went through the area once every day. 

It would be good to talk to Josh, maybe even if he didn’t want to. I was selfish, I knew that, but I had to see him. I wanted to see how he was doing, how he was feeling. This also made me think of Chris. He would probably be there, and I hadn’t kept in touch with him either. I felt bad, but at the same time, we weren’t that close. I knew that he still hung out with Ashley sometimes, and maybe that made me a bit afraid. Maybe she would try to contact me through him? Maybe I wasn’t just selfish. Ashley also needed to talk. Talk to me, clear the air. I would let her. I finally agreed to come with Sam up to the cabin. 

***

The bus is empty, except for Sam and I of course. She didn’t pack much, and I didn’t either. I figured that I wouldn’t stay long. I just needed to talk to people, get some weights off my shoulders. The radio is playing, and no surprise, it’s about Beth and Hannah. I hold my composure, trying not to cry. The trip is long, and I end up sleeping on her shoulder for a good amount of it. Sam is watching something on her phone, but I don’t peek. I simply look out the window. There is an eerie feeling to these mountains. I felt the same last year, but this time it feels stronger. The black trees are covered in snow, untouched by animals. 

Finally we reach our stop. The sign says “Blackwood Pines” and hadn’t it been for last year's events, I would still love the name. Being here for the first time felt magical, straight out of Narnia, joining a winter wonderland of mystery. Now, I feel nervous. The air isn’t as fresh, the ground not as hard and the snow was too white. Instead of smelling winter, I smell something musk, like a dead animal or rotten meat. I look over at Sam, and I think she notices too. 

We start walking in silence, through the gate and up the trail. As we walk, she stops. 

“Did you hear that?”

“Hear what?” I whisper, getting anxious. Maybe it’s a wild animal, a wolf or a bear. 

“Hello!?” Sam shouts, and my eyes widen. Why would she do that, what if the animal looks at us as a threat now. I look around, expecting something to pop out, but it’s silent. 

“Sorry, I probably just thought I heard something,” she says, continuing walking. She notices my tenseness. 

“Are you okay?”

“No, absolutely not” I state, looking around again. 

“Hey I get it, this is weird, but we’re doing this for Josh right,” she starts, taking my hand, stopping me. 

“I hate to say it, but you need to relax. Nothing bad is going to happen, and people are just being friendly”

“I know, I know. I just can’t shake off this feeling that there’s something here”

“It’s because of last year. We’re all still thinking about it, so we know how you’re feeling”

I look up at her. She’s right, I’m not alone in this, and we’ve both been there for each other the whole year. 

“Yeah, thanks for the talk. It’s just… well, weird”

“It is, but I think this is good for you. This trip could be a way for you to let go, get some closure. They both would’ve wanted that for you” she says, before pulling me into a hug. I breathe, and some of the tension lifts. Thank God I still have Sam. When we pull away she looks at me, smiling. I smile back, before looking behind her. My mouth opens, eyes widen and my breath hitches. I grab her hand, holding hard. 

“S-Sam, c-c-careful. Stand s-s-till,” I whisper. She holds her breath while searching my face for answers. 

“Boo!” I shout, punching her with both my hands. She screeches, jumps and I feel her pulse in her hand. 

“Got you” I laugh, while she’s still trying to compose herself. 

“Fucking asshole” she says. I can’t stop laughing. 

“You know, you’re going to ‘wolf wolf’ me.”

“I can live with that” I continue laughing, before starting to walk again, her following after. 

“I’m joking, that was out of line, sorry” I say after a while. 

“At least you got to see my ‘frozen’ face”

“Yeah that’s why I laughed” 

We reach the gate, and a piece of paper is pinned on the lock. 

“The gate’s busted, climb over -Chris” 

“I guess we have to climb,” I state, looking at the gate. There are big spikes on the top of the gate, so I look over at the side. It’s a stone wall. 

“Right up my alley” Sam says enthusiastically. Of course it is. 

“I’ll give you a lift first if you take my bag” she says, already taking off her bag. 

“Fine, just don’t throw me over with those strong climber-arms of yours” I reply, taking her bag and making my way to the wall. She puts out her hands and I grab somewhere safe on the wall. She helps me get up, and I jump down the other side, looking up, waiting for her. 

“Gosh, the stones are cold” she complains, finally getting to the top. 

“Should’ve worn gloves” I smile, showing off my red-covered hands in a theatrical manner. She laughs before hopping down. I give her backpack back, and we continue up. 

When we finally arrive at the cable car station, the place seems empty. I see a couple of cars in the parking lot, but don’t want to check who they belong to. One of them must be Josh’s. I walk up to the bench, noticing a backpack and a ringing phone. My curiosity is immense, but I don’t touch it. Sam notices who’s bag it is. 

“Hey Chris!” she yells, looking around for him. 

“Hey guys” he answers, and we both turn around. He seems older, more harsh than the year before, but I don’t comment on it. 

“How are you ladies?”

“Well, as you can expect” Sam answers, still smiling. I smile as well, keeping the mood light. I don’t notice how much I’ve missed him before seeing him now. Something in me breaks a little. 

“Oh, so, I found something kind of amazing”

“What?”

“I’m not gonna tell you got to see for yourself” he smiles, grabbing his backpack and leading us around the house. We get to the other side where we’re met with a shooting range. Barrels and bottles stacked for hitting, as well as bags hanging from the trees. 

“Ta-da! Pretty rad right?” Chris exclaims, loving this a bit too much. Sam forces a smile, guns are not a source of happiness for a pacifist. 

“A gun range on the bottom of a ski lodge” I comment. “How… nordic?”

Chris picks up a gun before looking at me. 

“Well, have you met Josh’s dad?”

“Yeah”

“Then we shouldn’t be surprised” he says before turning and aiming the gun. I hold my breath, not comfortable with this funny clumsy guy holding a death-weapon. He shoots the bags and one of the cans. I’m kind of impressed. 

“Nice shootin Tex” Sam teases, not impressed. I guess it would take something better than shooting to impress her. She fakes an annoyed look before turning my way. 

“Wanna try?”

“You know what, sure. It’s been a while” I say before taking the gun from him, taking off my backpack and laying it beside me. 

“You’ve done this before?”

“Josh has taken me shooting several times, not hunting though, luckily” I smile, remembering how close we felt the first time he showed me how to use it. 

“I bet that’s not the only thing you two have done” he comments, a smirk on his lips. 

“Haha, funny guy” I tease back. Sam holds her laughter. I shoot a couple of bags, stopping when a squirrel jumps on one of the barrels. 

“I guess that’s our sign to start going to the lodge,” I say, leaving the gun and grabbing my bag. 

“Jeez, I wish Josh would take me shooting,” Chris says, and I smile. 

The cable car is coming, and Sam makes her way over there. I use the opportunity to grab ahold of him. 

“Hey Chris, about this year-” I start, but he holds a finger up, signalling for me to stop. 

“I get it, if I were in your shoes I would’ve done the same”

“Really?”

“Yeah, it’s weird being back, but I’ve been wanting to clear up everything. We should keep in contact, even though you don’t want to talk to Ashley, I understand”

“When did you become such an understanding gentleman,” I tease, punching his arm and start walking. He lifts his arms in the air. 

“Haven’t I always been?” And I laugh at him. 

We all get in the cable car, and it starts moving up. Chris starts talking about how he and Josh met, and I pay close attention. I’ve only heard this story from Josh, and I love getting the different story-perspectives. 

***

We arrive at the top, I stand and try to open the door. It will not open. 

“Uh, guys, I can’t get the door open.” Chris tries, but can’t manage either. His response is to smack the window. 

“Ahh, what the hell!” I hear someone say. Jessica. I compose myself. 

“Jess! Over here, open the door!” Chris shouts. I see her through the window, and I bite my lips from having to look put together. Don’t look like a bitch, don’t look like a bitch, don’t look like you have anything against this piece of scum. I keep chanting in my head. 

She opens the door, and we all thank her. As we walk out, Chris starts whining. 

“Oh my god. I thought we were goners. Another ten minutes in there and I would’ve chewed off my own leg.”

“Aw, sick Chris,” Sam comments. 

“Look, I’ve got a lot of meat on my bones. This is all muscle down there.”

Sam rolls her eyes. “Yeah riiiiiight”

“Keep telling yourself that Chris,” I add, clapping him on the shoulder as I walk past him. He lowers his voice to a whisper. 

“Well, we all know who’s bone you want to jump…”

I turn around, mouth agape and eyes threatening. He immediately puts his hands up in defence, walking backwards two paces. 

“Just jokes, just jokes” says, voice cracking. 

“Dickhead”

“Notice how I’m not going to make another joke about that,” he answers. I quickly make a snowball and throw it at him, hitting his chest. Sam places herself between us, arms tense as if waiting for someone to attack. 

Chris uses this opportunity to snatch whatever Jess is holding. 

“Well, well, well… What do we have here?”

“Chris” Sam starts. He opens it, a surprised look on his face. 

“My goodness! Seems like someone has a crush on our good friend and dear class president Michael Munroe.” Shit. That’s not good. 

“Chris,” I threaten. 

“And what kind of sizzling erotica might our Jessica be capable of imagining, I wonder…”

Before he’s able to see more, Jess quickly snatches the item back. 

“If you must know-” she starts.

“Mike and I are together now.” We all look at each other. 

“Drama,” Chris answers. 

“No, pretty cut clean actually. Em’s out, I’m in,” she explains. I look over at Sam. She doesn’t know what to say. Luckily, Chris breaks the awkwardness. 

“Well, we should keep going” 

“You go, I’ll be waiting here for a bit”

“Waiting for Mike?”

“Just go”

We oblige, walking further and leaving her behind. The trail is quite big and visible. It’s comfortable to walk on. As we turn a corner, I see the cabin. The cabin where Josh is, where Ashley is probably waiting. The cabin which was the last place two of our best friends were seen alive one year ago.

[inchesinbetweenus]

Daybreak (series) - One Year Ago

pairing: josh washington x fem!reader

warnings: mention of head trauma, mentions and descriptions of death serial killers, gore, anxiety, panic, and fire.

word count: approx. 3.5k

genre: thriller romance

summary: What if Josh wasn't the psycho? What if a real serial killer was hiding on the mountain? Would your favorite group of teens survive two real threats?

You've been friends with Chris since you were young, and when Josh came along, the three of you were inseparable. You've been invited to Blackwood Pines, the Washingtons' lodge, for the weekend. Expecting a good time to enjoy winter break and quality time with your friends, never would you have imagined it'd end with a police investigation.

One year later, Josh invites you all back up on the anniversary of his sisters' disappearances. You agree, but only because you want to be there for Josh. Otherwise, you'd never step foot in that place again. The Washington boy insists that it's safe now, but your gut tells you differently.

Will you make it to the end? Or will you be one of those the group tells the police about with tears in their eyes?

A tiny butterfly flapping its wings today may lead to a devastating hurricane weeks from now. The smallest decision can dramatically change the future. Psychology wasn’t your first pick that semester; something easier seemed more fitting for a first-year. Not something quite so introspective. There were positives, though. For example, Joshua Washington, one of your best friends, was in that class. Hence why, you were currently seated at a large granite kitchen island in the Blackwood Pines Lodge, a ski lodge on a mountain owned by the Washingtons. Technically, you were supposed to have a weekend getaway to celebrate the new year, but your grade was beginning to slip lower than you’d like. 

“No wayyy,” The male voice whined, a voice you knew too well. “Homework? Seriously, [Name], that’s so lame.” 

You looked up at the teasing blond. Your eyes rolled as Chris walked up to your kitchen spot. His boots tracked in snow, his hair and jacket wet from the melting ice. He grabbed a handful of chips from a bowl you had set out for a snack.  Josh walked in behind him. His brown hair was tucked under a white knitted beanie, his ears peeking out and slightly red. Playfully shoving Chris’s shoulder,  Josh came to your rescue. 

“Give her a break,” The older boy chuckled. “Our professor has been up her ass about turning in this assignment before Monday.”

“Which is tomorrow.” You popped a chip into your mouth, “I don’t have any other time to do it.”

Chris sighed in solidarity, “Major bummer, dude.” 

“Tell me about it.” You flipped the page of your textbook, but at least the worst of it was done.

Josh came up behind you, hands gripping your shoulders in an attempt to massage the tense muscles. 

“But she’ll finish by the time pizza gets here, right?” 

Your head rolled back slightly as Josh rubbed your shoulders, a sigh releasing. You tried to ignore the way your skin pricked under his touch. The warmth of his hands, along with their methodical movements, completely melted away the built-up stress. This wasn’t the first time, so he knew exactly how to help. 

“Oh definitely.” Your hand pointed to the document on your laptop: “I’m almost done with the essay questions.”

“Those were easy, you’ve got this.” With a final pat, Josh pulled his hands away from your shoulders. “I had it done in a night.”

“This stuff is totally your thing, of course you did.”

Chris laughed at the two of you. You had been pining over each other for years. The blonde is often caught between the two of you, hearing confessions from each party. Never to each other, of course. You both valued your friendship more than indulging in any “childish crush” (Chris knew it was much more than that). 

He couldn’t recall exactly when it started, but he was sure Josh fell first. 

If he had to guess, it was probably at the beginning of high school. The three of you had met in third grade. You were Chris’s neighbor, and he introduced you to Josh when the older male came to a playdate. Since then, you three have been inseparable. A friendship not many find. Even in high school, when you drifted into different social circles, you still found time for each other. You all worked together very well, contrasting each other yet fitting together perfectly. It seemed a miracle, and Chris couldn’t be happier with his best friends, except when they remained painfully stubborn about their feelings for each other. Chris loved playing matchmaker, but you both refused to humor the idea. 

It was moments like this, the two of you teetering on the edge of romantic affection, that Chris wanted to burst with all the secrets of feelings he had been entrusted with. He knew better than that. You’d both hate him forever, and it wouldn’t be as satisfying as if you two found each other yourselves. So here he found himself again, stuck between you two. A knowing smile grew on his face.

Between the massage, the gentle hum of the refrigerator, and the lack of proper sleep last night, you could practically fall asleep. Alas, you had an assignment to complete. Opening your eyes,  you caught the smug look on Chris’s face and had to suppress an eye-roll. Your fingers fidgeted with your pen. Your own grin growing on your face.

“So where’s this firewood you two went out to go get?” You raised an eyebrow at the two empty-handed boys. 

Chris’s smirk was wiped straight off his face, and Josh hung his shoulders dejectedly. Both let out an embarrassed chuckle.

“We couldn’t find the axe.” Chris admitted. 

To add to their embarrassment, you snorted. You were trying to stifle a laugh; it failed terribly. It was now your turn to be shoved by Josh.

“I’d like to see you try and look for that thing.” 

“I probably could, knowing you two.” 

Chris shook his head. “An animal probably ran off with it.” 

You turned towards Chris with a perplexed expression. A slight glance to your side showed Josh doing the same thing. 

“Or an axe murderer!” He continued, now with the tone of someone telling a ghost story.

“There isn’t anyone else on the mountain, Chris.” You corrected, wanting to shove any idea of there being a threat out the window. 

“Actually-” Josh began.

Your head whipped towards the brunette. “What? Your dad said we were the only ones here.” 

“Hey, hey, let me finish.” Josh chuckled at your paranoia, “There was this guy who told my parents not to build this place. It’s on indigenous land, 'belongs to nature' or whatever he said.” Josh shook his head, “A nutjob.”

An unsure silence hung in the air. You and Chris shared an unsettled expression.

“..But he doesn’t live here, right?” Chris asked, his voice wavering for just a second.

“If he does, nobody’s found him. My parents had rangers sweep the mountain and they couldn’t find any evidence of him currently living here.” Josh shrugged before leaning back against the cabinet behind him. His arms crossed as he rested there. “I seriously doubt it. It’s brutal out there.”

You found some comfort in his words, but a bit of paranoia couldn’t help but creep in. Like a scary story, someone told you as a kid that still hangs over you as an adult. One that still keeps you wary of your open closet door at night.

A shiver ran up your spine as you turned back to your laptop. Chris shook off the goosebumps, pricking the back of his neck. Before he could say anything, there was a knock on the door beside you three. 

“Hey! Let us in; we’ve got the pizza.” Beth’s voice yelled from the other side. She had gone with Mike, Emily, and Jessica to get the pizza. The three could’ve figured it out independently, but Beth didn’t want to risk them getting lost.  

“Hurry, I’m freezing my tits off out here.” Emily added from behind him.

Josh laughed at the comment as he pushed off the counter he was leaning on. 

“Finished with that assignment, [Name]?” A fleck of teasing in his words.

“Yes, actually.” You typed in the last few words of your completely bullshit attempt at the assignment. It would work, but it was definitely the bare minimum. Your usual in that class. 

“Good timing.” Josh grinned at you as he opened the door for the group.

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You squinted your eyes as you peered out the kitchen window. You tried your best to see Beth as she took out the trash, but the snow and the window’s glare made it difficult to see at night. Seeing her successfully dump the garbage, you focused back on the dishes. Hannah worked behind you, collecting more trash left around the room.

“Thanks for doing the dishes, [Name].” Hannah smiled at you. 

You turned to return the smile at the younger girl. Hannah and Beth were like little sisters to you. They were close with their brother, so naturally, they were close to you. They loved having an older girl to talk to whenever you came over. Josh’s family truly felt like part of your own. Another reason you couldn’t bring yourself to admit your feelings. You couldn’t risk losing them all.

“Of course, Han.” You dried a dish. “The others didn’t seem like much help.”

The rest of the group had gone upstairs, suspiciously all together. You were slightly confused by their giggles as you had watched them all ascend the stairs earlier, but you brushed it off as just teenage antics. It’s not like they would do any real harm. 

Hannah laughed at your comment, “They’re our guests, [Name]. I wouldn’t ask them to do that.”

“You’re too nice. They left such a mess in the kitchen. Should’ve made one of the guys take out the trash.” A grin spread across your face as you eyed Hannah reading a note on her laptop, “Like Mike⁓.”

Hannah’s face burned red at the mention of her little crush. You couldn’t help but giggle at her. She glanced down at her note before looking up at you. Her face was scrunched in an expression of confusion. You had turned back to the dishes, the warm water running down your hands. 

“Do you know something?” Hannah asked, a fleck of hope in her voice.

“I’m just teasing you, Hannah.” Your hands squeezed the blue dish soap out of the sponge. “I will say though, Mike doesn’t seem to happy with Emily.” You looked at Hannah over your shoulder. “Maybe he’s waiting for someone to come save him from being a lapdog his whole life.”

You felt bad for Hannah. She often beat herself up over her crush on Mike. Believing she wasn’t good enough or pretty enough for him. You knew it was the opposite, but she was too determined to pursue him. Sometimes, you would give into her delusions; hope kept people going. That was one of the few things you learned from your Psychology class. It wasn’t all bad.

“Maybe…” Hannah looked up at you with a bright smile, a look of excitement in her eyes. “[Name] can I borrow some of your makeup?”

The random question caused you to raise an eyebrow at the teen. “Sure, it’s in the guest bedroom next to Josh’s- but why?” 

Hannah had run up the stairs the second she heard you say yes. “Thank you, [Name]! You’re the best!” Her hurried escape left you even more confused. 

A sigh fell from your lips as you returned to finish the last dishes. The crackling of the fire filled the room as Hannah had turned off the music on her laptop. The rushing water of the faucet and the gentle scrubbing of the dishes were ironically peaceful from how it had been ten minutes prior. Beth’s entry into the lodge broke the quiet. She kicked the snow off her boots before stepping onto the hardwood. She took more care than most of them did. Her coat was hung next to the door, and Beth walked towards you in the kitchen. 

“Where’s Hannah?” She asked, noticing her twin’s absence.

You could only offer her a shrug, “Ran upstairs asking for my makeup. I don’t know what got into her.”

Beth shook her head with a sigh. She loved her sister, but she could be painfully naive sometimes. Beth often worried for her, knowing others would take advantage of her. 

“Does anyone ever know what she does?”

You laughed, knowing she was right. “At least she’s already smarter about drinking than her brother. Josh is wasted.” Your elbow pointed toward Chris and Josh, sleeping on the sofas. The twins had moved him to a comfier place to sleep than the kitchen counter. How he managed to crash there, nobody knew. 

“Everyone is smarter than Josh about drinking.” Beth made the jab at her brother. If he was awake, he would’ve retorted with something about Beth’s friend choices or music taste. But he wasn’t, so she enjoyed the silence that followed her insult. 

“Touché.”

Beth walked over to the sofas where the older boys slept. She chuckled at Josh’s sleeping face. Her hands reached out towards the fire, letting it warm her up. She turned around, catching a glance at Chris’s face. It was covered in drawings and squiggles. Another soft laugh left her lips as she got a closer look. 

“Who did that to Chris?” She asked you as you exited the kitchen. You had finished with the dishes and decided it would be good to help Beth get Josh and Chris in order. They still had their shoes on as they lay on the furniture. 

“Oh, that?” You rolled your eyes, but a smile pulled at your lips. “Emily and Jessica found a marker and couldn’t resist.” You had watched the group torment the sleeping blonde while you were preoccupied trying to keep Josh from falling off his chair. It was moments of childish pranks like those that you were glad you hadn’t aged out of yet. 

Beth laughed at the image of Emily and Jessica drunkenly drawing on Chris’s face. 

“Hope it’s not permanent.”

“I think it is.” You winced Beth, following suit. 

You moved over to the sofa, where Josh was currently asleep on. The warmth of the fire hummed against your skin even at this distance. Eyebrows scrunching as you saw Josh’s snow boots touching the leather sofa.

“Of course his boots are still on,” You thought, cringing at the mud drying on the leather.

Your hands carefully lifted Josh’s feet, giving you space to sit at the edge of the furniture. Resting his feet on your lap, you began carefully untieing his snow boots. The male squirmed under your touch, mumbling something incoherent. You and Beth shared a chuckle.

“They’re so gone.” She shook her head.

Beth pushed herself off the floor. The faint blue glow of Hannah’s laptop caught her eye. The music was turned off, but she had left it on? Beth stepped around the discarded beer bottles and cans on the floor. She made a mental note to pick those up later. Before Beth reached the laptop, she caught a glimpse of something moving outside. She could’ve sworn it was a person, but reason wanted to say otherwise.

“Hey, did you see that? Dad said it would just be us this weekend… Josh?”

“He’s out cold.” You rolled your eyes at how dead asleep he was. You tried poking at his side, a spot he was always ticklish. Nothing. “What’d you see, Beth?” 

The brunette shook her head, “It was probably nothing.”

As she got closer to Hannah’s laptop, Beth realized there was a note resting on it.

“What’s this?” She said to herself, reaching for the paper. It was blank on one side, but on the other was a message.

‘Hannah, 

You look so damn hot in that shirt… bet you’re even hotter out of it. 

Come to the guest room at 2:00 am ;)

Mike’

Beth shook her head as she read it. It was obviously not Mike’s handwriting, and Hannah should’ve known that. 

“You said Hannah ran upstairs for your makeup earlier?”

You looked up, slipping Josh’s other boot off his foot. Your head tilted at her question.

“Yeah, why?”

Beth let out a sigh, “Oh my god. What’d our naive sister get into now?”

“What do you mean?” You tapped Josh’s shins as you finished removing his boots. He snuggled into the sofa. Pushing his legs off your lap, you stood. You waited for Beth’s response, but unfortunately, she wouldn’t be the one to tell you what happened.

Someone ran past the kitchen window you had previously been watching Beth out of. The blur of the person made it difficult for you to see from a distance, but Beth knew precisely who it was.

“Hannah?” The teen exclaimed after seeing her sister running into the woods alone. She turned to you for a moment as she grabbed her jacket. “[Name], wake up Josh!” Beth’s voice raised in alarm. 

Footsteps down the stairs rang loudly around the once quiet room as the rest of the group came running down the stairs. Sam was leading the group with a concerned look on her face. 

“Where’d she go?” Sam asked Beth, concern weaved in every word.

“She’s outside! What’s going on?” Beth ran past them all outside, shoving past Matt. “Where’s she going?” 

You had been trying to shake Josh awake but to no avail. He was out cold. Unfortunately, he was the one who knew the woods the best. Looks like you were going to be the “adult” in this situation. Fuck. Anxiety and adrenaline were already pricking at your skin. 

“Come on, Josh. You need to wake up this time.” A sigh escaped your mouth as you realized it was pointless. Everyone is now outside.

“It was just a prank, Han.” You heard Emily yell out. This time, the eye-roll could not be suppressed. Of course. They’d pulled one of their stupid jokes. But Hannah wasn’t laughing this time. None of us were. She was often the one being pranked as she was so trusting. This time, it seemed the prank went too far. 

You searched around the room for your boots. The silence was no longer peaceful but eerie. You quickly tied them on, wishing you could be physically faster than you were. Your fingers burned as the fabric of the thick laces scratched against your skin. Ashley rushed into the room, looking for you. 

“[Name]! Beth ran after Hannah. Sam’s going to look but we don’t want her to get lost.”

You sharply inhaled. You already knew Beth would try to go after her sister. Beth was always protective of her twin and vice versa. They were inseparable. 

“I’ll go. I know the woods better than any of you guys. If we don’t come back in ten minutes, call the police.” Your hands grabbed your jacket, slipping it on as you rushed towards the doors. 

The teens all stood, looking in the direction the girls ran. 

“Where’d they go?” You asked, looking at the different openings into the woods. 

“Hannah ran in that direction, and Beth followed. She’s calling after her, so you might be able to find them,” Sam responded quickly, providing helpful information. 

“Okay, I’ll try to find them. If we’re not back in ten minutes you need to call the police.” 

Sam nodded, the others remaining silent. The consequences of their actions become very sobering. 

You kept walking in the direction they pointed, “Please try to wake Josh and Chris. They’ll know better where Hannah could’ve gone.”

Ashley and Matt pushed back into the lodge, tasking themselves with waking the older boys. The rest of the group was growing anxious, but you paid no mind to them now. Hannah and Beth were your priorities. 

“Beth! Hannah! Where are you guys?” You yelled as you got further into the woods.

It was dark and windy. The once serenely quiet snowy forest grew into something sinister. The shadows of the trees seemed to grow pointed. Your footsteps and the harsh wind drowned out the silence. Even with your boots and jacket, you were cold. You couldn’t imagine how Hannah felt without them. Your lungs burned as you ran. The harsh air, also low in oxygen, made this harder than you had thought. But you had to find them. You had to.

Further down the path, you had spotted Beth’s footprints in the show. The snow was fresh and powdery, which meant it was starting to blow away in the wind. You were running behind, running out of time. You blinked away the snow that blew into your eyes. Soon, you came across a fork in the road. The wind had blown away the footsteps; you couldn’t tell which ones were Beth’s and what was just the texture of the snow. 

“Fuck, fuck, fuck-” Your breath fogged as you spoke, the cloud blowing away in the wind. This damn wind. You cursed whatever controlled the weather before picking the path on the left. Some remnants of footprints remained on that path, so you stuck with it.

“Beth! Hannah!” You screamed out for the twins, praying you’d hear them call back. You never did. No matter how many times you screamed and cried for the girls. Their response never came. What you did find was a herd of elk. They startled you as you ran down the path. Falling back, you let out a gasp. You spooked them, so they backed off. You continued to run through, but the woods got thicker and darker. You pulled your phone out of one of the jacket’s pockets. With your fingers freezing from the cold, you found it difficult to type your passcode. 

“Come on- come on!” You pleaded through gritted teeth. Eventually, you were able to get the flashlight on. It lit up the dense foliage, allowing you a better look at the forest. The white snow made the light extra bright, almost blinding. You squinted at first as your eyes got used to the light.

“Hannah!” You paused, waiting for a response. Nothing. “Beth!” Silence.

Your heart pounded so loud you doubted you’d hear them even if they called back.  You pressed on, running along the path even further. You didn’t want to veer from it too far in hopes of not getting lost. The cold pierced through your jeans, chilling you to the bone. You ran on, unaware of the danger ahead. A rock came hurtling from the trees, making a nauseating crack sound against the back of your head. Your vision went white as you stumbled to the floor. You gasped for air as your body paused. Your face pressed into the snow, and your head felt warm and heavy. You lay there, hearing something in the woods beside you. You glanced around, but your vision was hazy. You saw the orange glow of a fire and an earsplitting screech. Whatever made the sound in the bushes had run off further down the path. There was a person beside you now; you could hear him. 

“Fucking kids.” He mumbled, placing a hand on your back. “She’s still breathing, she’ll make it.”

You found fighting off the sleep that wanted to overtake your body harder. Your eyelids grew heavy, and the snow felt almost warm. Your mind seemed to lull you to sleep, admitting it might be safe to rest here.  The world faded to black. Sam’s scream ripped through the void. 

“[Name]!”

And then nothing.

[sturn1olo-ffics]

- I WANNA HATE YOU SO BAD -

- Chris Sturniolo x Fem Reader

- Warnings: making out, angst, pining? (if you squint), swearing, use of y/n, Chris and y/n high key hate each other; NOT PROOFREAD

- About: Y/n had always been close friends with Matt and Nick, but she always had a hatred towards Chris. That is, until everything changes one night while sleeping over at the triplets’ house.

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(Y/N’s POV):

“Hey y/n! Me, Nick, and Chris were gonna go to Top Golf later today, wanna come with?” Matt called me.

“Uh- yeah sure. What time?” I was hesitant with my answer because I know how competitive Chris gets when it comes to golf and it pisses me off.

“Probably about 5:00, I’ll text you when we’re on the way to your house… don’t worry, if Chris starts getting competitive I’ll make him leave.” He could sense the uncomfortableness in my voice.

“Alright, sounds good. Bye Matt.” I replied before ending the call after he said goodbye.

I was closest to Matt out of all three boys. We just clicked more than I did with anyone else.

I cleaned up the house and got caught up on some homework before finally deciding to get dressed.

4:30.

“Hey, we’re on the way” Matt texted.

I grabbed my stuff and turned out all the lights before heading out the door when they finally arrived.

“Y/n! What’s up??” Nick asked enthusiastically.

“Hey Nick!” I said, climbing into the backseat.

I never acknowledged Chris. It was a rare occasion that one of us actually cared to say hey to each other. I don’t even have a reason why I hate Chris so much, he just pissed me off and I never knew why. Apparently that was the same for Chris, though. Because he hated me just as much, if not more.

We got to Top Golf and started our game.

To my surprise, Chris wasn’t even being competitive tonight, which was unlike him. He was still being loud as ever, though.

“Chris would you shut the fuck up for 2 seconds so I can think-” I snapped, trying to come up with a response to my mom, who was asking when I would be flying back home next.

“Oh please y/n, like you could think anyway with your smooth brain” he rolled his eyes.

“Chris you’re the dumbest fucking person I know-” I started before I was cut off.

“Hey! Would you two stop? Chris shut the fuck up and y/n just worry about texting your mom.” Matt silenced both of us.

The rest of the night went pretty normal, Matt and I laughing over stupid things, Nick telling stories from the mall trip he and Madi had earlier, and Chris and I bickering ever so often.

Matt and I usually just hung out alone. Mainly because we were best friends, but also to prevent me and Chris from butting heads. But sometimes we wanted to do group things, so we had to deal with it.

On the way back to the boys’ house, Matt had asked if I wanted to spend the night.

Of course I said yes, we always had sleepovers and they were so much fun.

We got to their house and I changed into shorts and a t-shirt that I had left there a while back.

“I’m tired as fuck and I’m going to bed, no one disturb me please.” Nick said, walking up the stairs and into his room.

Me, Matt, and Chris sat on the couch on our phones.

“I’ll be back in a little bit, I’m gonna go shower.” Matt said, getting up and walking towards his bathroom.

I hated being alone with Chris. Even though I knew I hated him, there was always some unbreakable tension between us when we were alone.

A couple minutes passed by of us being on our phones in dead silence when Chris spoke up.

“I’m going to bed.” He groaned, getting up and walking towards the set of stairs that went down to his bedroom.

“Okay?” I replied with a sassy tone.

“Fuck are you always mad at me for anyway?” He turned around, walking back toward me.

“You just piss me off.” It was all I could think of. Like I said, I don’t really know why I even hate him.

Sometimes I look and him and think that maybe it’s my way of suppressing my real feelings because I’m scared of what could happen. But I hated admitting that, so I just went along with the fact that he pissed me off.

“Oh I piss you off?” He said, almost teasingly while continuing walking toward me. I was taken aback.

“Yeah, the fuck?” It was so obvious I was annoyed and wanted to be left alone.

“Is it because you have to look at me every day?” He teased, sitting down next to me.

“Look at what? Your ugly ass face?” I replied, desperately trying to turn the conversation into a normal one we’d have.

“Oh come on y/n. You know you love me.” He said in a low voice, placing his hand on my thigh.

“What the hell are you on about Chris-” I began before he cut me off.

“Wouldn’t it be a shame if I kissed you right now…” he smirked, tracing my jaw with his fingers.

My heart fluttered. Why? Why the fuck was this dumbass making me nervous?

“Christopher I swear to Go-” he continued interrupting me.

“Say my full name again.” He leaned in and whispered in my ear.

Where the hell was this confidence he had coming from?

“What? Christopher?” I questioned.

His eyes flickered between my eyes and my lips, which were parted already due to pure shock.

Next thing I know, he leaned in, moving his hand that rested on my thigh to my waist and the other cupping my cheek.

He placed his lips on mine, and before I could speak, our lips started moving in sync.

I practically melted into the kiss, which made Chris giggled when he pulled back before deepening the kiss.

His grip on my waist grew tighter as he guided me to straddle him on the couch.

He pulled away from my lips and began trailing sloppy kisses down my jaw and onto my neck, which definitely left marks.

I let out a small whine as he bit the skin on my neck.

“I wanna hate you so bad.” I stated, breathlessly.

“I know you do.” He pulled away from my neck, smirking.

We heard a door open, signaling Matt could walk in here at any moment, so I hopped off of Chris and he got up, walking toward his room.

“Surprised y’all didn’t kill each other in here.” Matt joked as he walked in the room.

“Yeah I’m leaving for a reason. I cannot be in her presence for too long.” Chris continued walking before turning around and winking at me without Matt noticing.

“Should’ve known nothing changed.” Matt looked down at the ground and laughed before asking if I was ready to go to bed.

I, of course, always shared a room with Matt at sleepovers because he was my best friend.

I got up and me and Matt made our way to bed.

All I can say is thank GOD I was wearing a hoodie which covered the hickies on my neck.

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A/N: I know I said this was gonna be multiple parts on the poll, but I changed my idea a little bit and it ended up just being one. If y’all want a second part, you can always send in a request with an idea for it and I’ll totally write one, but otherwise this is it. Sorry to all the Matt girls. I know, me writing so many Chris fics is killing me too, but y’all wanted them first on the poll 💔

[yeahspider]

let the light in

Ve’s note - soft fic about chan going back home to australia . this is so fluffy and warm . he is just so lovely and writing about him makes me happy(im drunk as usual so this is sparsely proofread my bad) no warnings sfw !! enjoy <3

the sun was setting as you were finishing up your closing tasks at your parent's record store. picking up a record from the bin you blew gently on it, watching as dust flew off and into the air. this place could use a good dusting you thought to yourself. the clock hit five signifying the end of your shift. at 5:01 the bell above the door chimed alerting you that someone entered.

“we’re closed sorry” you quickly said without looking at who entered. you were tired and ready to eat. you went to grab your purse and head out but stopped seeing the person standing in the doorway. it felt like your heart jumped out of your chest when you made eye contact with Chris.

“I know I'm sorry I was just hoping you’d make an exception for an old friend,” he said with a shy smile. a smile that made your heart swell even if it's been years since you’ve seen it in person. the setting sun illuminated his body. hair in its naturally curly state, teeth on full display. he looked like the young boy who you once loved. the same boy who chased his dream but broke your heart in the process. you could never blame him though. it’s not like you ever confessed. too scared of rejection and unwilling to hold him back from his potential.

“of course, I always have time for you its been so long,” you say to him as you usher him to a chair. your mind still catching up to the fact that he was actually in front of you. tentatively you reached out and brushed his hand, discreetly checking to see if he was real. this was a moment you’ve only dreamed of. chris was still all smiles as you sat across from him.

“i’m sorry i never came to see you sooner. i always meant to but i just chickened out everytime.” he admitted with a blush rising to his cheeks . you wanted to cup his face to feel the blood rush under his skin..

“Why would you chicken out am I that scary,” you say jokingly.

“well i used to have a massive crush on you that i never really got over and i didn’t want it to be weird between us. didn’t want to ruin the familiarity.” he said as a blush ran up his neck. familiarity ? what does that even mean ? and what did he mean he had feeling sfor you? that your pining wasnt singular, but shared. your mind races as seconds drag on after his confession. you cant seem to find the words to decribe what you feel right now. are you relieved? scared? happy? nothing feels quite right.

"I'm sorry i didn't mean to make you uncomfortable. let's just forget about it. how have you been?" Chris said trying to save the moment. You could see the embarrassment tinted on his ears.

"wait- you didnt make me uncomfortable i was just shocked. i ..." you hesiated to admit you felt the same way. but he waited for you . your chris . ever so patient. ever so understanding.

"i've had a crush pn you for years." you finally admit. feeling a weight lift off your chest, the pressure in your ears lessening. "ever since you first picked me up from that party years ago. youve always been there for me, even when you were thousands of miles away you checked up on me. so the feelings only grew overtime."

"Are you serious? You've had feelings for me this whole time? I thought you just viewed me as some foolishly ambitious boy. I never thought you would want someone like me." he says, with a look between sadness and relief on his face. you guys have been dancing around each other for years. two idiots in love.

"you were never a fool to me channie. I believed in you wholeheartedly and still do. i always knew you would make your dreams happen."

"let me take you out somewhere. we should reconnenct i want to relearn everything about you, if youll let me." chris said. nothing but smiles and dimples.

of course you agreed. you let him learn everything as long as you could do the same

[kenshimybeloved]

Hi!! Here’s a probably-too-long analysis of Kenshi and Johnny’s first scene together that’s probably just part 1 of a series where I over analyze every scene of these two!

In previous scenes, it’s made clear that Johnny is disappointed with the current trajectory of his life- his career is going downhill, he’s losing money, his wife is leaving him, and we see him drinking despite it being implied multiple times throughout the game that Johnny has had some kind of issue with alcohol/possibly substances of some kind. The nail in the coffin for his marriage is an argument not over just Johnnys spending in general, but the fact that he spent $3M on a sword that he refuses to get rid of. It’s not super clear initially why it is he feels so strongly about this particular sword- sure he doesn’t wanna get rid of anything Chris lists, but the sword seems to strike a nerve when she suggests reselling it. Why is it he’s so fascinated with its deep history? Are we to assume Johnny is a history nerd in this timeline? That’s what it seems to imply when you’re first playing this part of the game, but as it goes on we learn this is all Liu Kangs doing. Liu Kang admits to using Sento as a means to introduce Johnny and Kenshi to each other (this is confirmed through a fight intro with him and Kenshi), but since he also does his best not to interfere too much with free will, he leaves the meeting up to them.

[side note: I find it interesting that it’s confirmed Liu Kang had Johnny buy Sento so that Kenshi would eventually come looking for it, considering that Liu Kang also likely new this would be the demise of Johnnys marriage. Him meeting Kenshi this way was more important than his literal wife. Not that the marriage wouldn’t likely end eventually anyways- just interesting that he felt the need to speed up the process]

Immediately we see he’s extremely disappointed in them for fighting, but what honestly did he expect? And I don’t mean that sarcastically- legitimately, why would he expect anything different? To Kenshi, Sento is the key to freeing and leading his family out of the Yakuzas grasp- nothing else matters to him at this point. To Johnny, Sento is a prized possession- one so important he let it get in the way of his marriage. He very clearly isn’t ready to let go of his old life (as evident through him attempting to pitch movie ideas to uninterested producers and flirt with a wife who’s been emotionally detached for quite some time), and he’s not letting go of Sento either. Sento means far too much to the both of them for either of them to let it go without a fight. However, while normally this would cause a significant rift in the relationship between the two people fighting over an object, this time the object seems to be the very thing forcing them together. But more on that later when I eventually analyze the scenes of them at the Wu Shi Academy! Lastly, I’d like to point out that even this early on in their relationship, Johnny is very clearly infatuated with Kenshi as a person. I mean imagine spending $3M on a sword because you find the history of one of the first families in Japan incredibly fascinating, just so that one day a supposed member of that presumably dead family breaks into your home demanding the sword. But Kenshi is cold, closed off, and (seemingly) completely uninterested in Johnny. And to me, this is what really reels Johnny in. Kenshi being Taira clan was already enough to get Johnny hooked- but add onto that that Kenshi doesn’t give a flying fuck about him? That just leaves room for gay pining baby!

[cal-daisies-and-briars]

Bittersweet that this one’s coming to an end🥲requesting max for ⚡️⚡️⚡️

Is there another 911 couple that you would like to write for? I want to read more Henren fics and I’d love your spin on their relationship (like a magical realism AU? Canon divergent? Pre-relationship angst?). Since they’re an established couple (and wlw) they don’t get the pining and dramatic feels that buddie and madney get in canon.

If you’re interested I can refine an idea more and request it through your form??

Hey! I am happy to write for any of the canon couples, and Buddie. There are other non-canon ships I'd consider. So definitely feel free to request!

And let's see if I have 1k left in this chapter...

(the answer is no)

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When Eddie gets home from work, there are two extra people in his house. Not an unwelcome sight, but an unexpected one. 

He finds them all in the kitchen. Chris is at the table, eating a snack. Buck is pacing around the room, talking to Bobby and Hen. The former of whom is holding Brooke. All three adults are wearing their formal uniforms. 

“Hey,” Eddie says warily. “What’s up?” 

“We’re waiting to see if Buck gets a captain job,” Chris says. 

Eddie’s eyes nearly bug out of his head. “What? A captain’s… The 114?”

Buck nods. He looks a little pale. 

“We had to rush him across town for an interview this morning,” Hen smiles.

“And why did no one tell me?” Eddie asks, looking pointedly at his husband. 

“You were working! They were telling me what to do!” Buck defends himself. 

“Oh, great start at being a captain,” Chris says. “Blame everyone else.”

Bobby and Hen laugh. Buck frowns at him.

“This is… I mean, wow,” Eddie grins. “This is amazing. Not only is Bowman gone but you’re replacing him? Poetry, really.”

“If I get the placement,” Buck cautions. “And pass the exam.”

But of course he will. He will. It’s Buck. He’s wanted this for years. Worked so hard to be the best he can be. To be ready for this. And he is. Eddie knows he is. 

“You will,” Eddie says. “I’ve got a good feeling.”  

“Me too,” Hen smiles.

Bobby’s smile is a bit more reticent. “They said the decision would be tonight. We’re just waiting for the call.”

Eddie grins. He pulls his phone from his pocket. 

“What are you doing?” Buck asks. 

“Telling Chim and Ravi to come over and bring our sisters,” Eddie says. “Should tell Athena and Karen, too. Whichever way this goes, we’re celebrating.”

“What?” Buck argues. “We can’t celebrate something ahead of time. That’ll jinx it!” 

Jinxes. Oh, Buck. 

Eddie shrugs. “We’re celebrating that you did it, that you’re on the radar, and that Bowman is out.”

“Amen to that,” Hen says. 

Buck exhales, relenting. 

“Alright,” he gives in. “But now if I don’t get it, I get to blame you.”

Eddie rolls his eyes. Buck’s going to get it.

🗲🗲🗲

The premature celebration does make him feel better. He won’t lie. Mostly because he’s just spending time with the people who are family to him, eating food and drinking beer and feeling silly. 

It’s in the middle of a really happy moment when the call comes in. 

Athena, Maddie, and Karen are pouring wine for themselves in the kitchen, chatting about one of Athena’s work stories that Buck isn’t listening well enough to follow. 

Bobby and Chim are showing Jee and Mara some old card trick they both know. Buck has seen it before. They both learned it in the fire academy, decades and states apart, and think it’s more fascinating than it is. The girls are entranced. 

Eddie and Hen are currently dealing with Chris and Denny both asking to try a beer. The argument being that they’re almost sixteen, which makes their parents squirm. 

“Absolutely not,” Eddie says. “No. You can’t even vote.”

Buck forgets Eddie never partied in high school. 

For his own part, Buck is playing mediator in an argument between Ravi and Adriana about what kind of dog to get. 

“I just think it has to be a classic dog,” Adriana says. “Lab or something.”

“No! It’s gotta be something scary. You take walks at night. Something mean looking,” Ravi argues.

“I’m with Adriana,” Buck says. “Something scary sounds harder to train.”

“Thank you!” Adriana says. 

As she speaks, Buck’s cell rings. He checks the caller ID.

“IT’S THEM!” He announces loudly. “This is the call!”

Everyone falls silent - except for Jee and Mara’s giggling - and waits. 

Buck answers the phone.

“This is Evan Buckley,” he says. Not his usual greeting. But he wants to sound professional. 

“Hello, Firefighter Buckley. We have some good news…” 

Buck hardly hears the rest. 

[realchemistry]

"Masks" - A few things about tonight's episode and what's ahead

~9-1-1 spoilers ahead~

Let me get this out of the way first: Eddie sucking on that ring pop... I never understood the "don't ask me the color of anything" and "babygirl" concepts more than I did then. Also: both Buck and Eddie having the same Christmas picture of them with Chris and abuela? I'm fine. The ending montage with Eddie being alone looking at his pic from Halloween with Chris... no, I'm really, I'm okay.

The BuckandEddie of it all:

It's interesting that they kept pairing Eddie up with other members of the team during calls but Eddie was all over Buck still. Like... they are partners, and they continue to be like at the pumpkin call (LUBE? PLEASE, I AM BEGGING), but Eddie was with Buck at the hospital (both for Buck and Denny) and at Buck's loft and at the station too.

Buck and Eddie are always entangled in each other's business but this season's been like a whole other level. The framing, the dialogue, everything about them is pointed as fuck and it's no coincidence (the lube, I can't get over it!!!), of that I'm sure.

This episode, which had a lot of Buck and T, had a ton of Eddie in between them which allowed us to see their dynamic and it was a sight. We had Eddie in the hospital room, by Buck's bedside, asking the doctor questions, while T was on the other side of the door, observing. Eddie was there to tend to Buck's boils and reassure him it'd be fine and even bet and shake on it to try and keep Buck from spiraling while T was just... there. Eddie was apparently distracted on his phone, sucking on a freaking ring lollipop (looking at Buck like that!!!!!) but he was actually well in tune with Buck and what he was doing and Buck protested his boyfriend's claims that he had been picking on his boils but he didn't argue with Eddie about it at all.

So yeah, Buck has a boyfriend that could fit right in, being a firefighter and getting more into the 118's business and sharing time with Buck and his BFF in the whole wide world. This episode showed in part how T didn't fit exactly right (why were they not sleeping on the bed, I'm so confused...), how Buck realized that and sent him a message that he wanted him to. And I think they will make it past the next episode, actually, because I have a feeling that if tptb are going where we all think/want them to go with Eddie, they might want to establish that on its own.

And they would also want to do what Oliver said and take it slow on the Buddie front, and I know it's been slow enough, but Oliver and Ryan have alluded to wanting the story to develop naturally and to not have them be bi/gay and into each other because of the message that could send. I have a feeling that means reaching Buddie after both have time to go through self-realizations away from each other and having Buck be in a relationship actually serves that scenario better. At least for a little while, then they can let the pining begin.

Some other things:

The thing about this show that I both adore and dislike is that I know every main is gonna be okay (there was only ever one exception to this) and they're not going to kill one of their children either. So I simply couldn't get into the mindset of feeling sad over Denny dying because I knew he wasn't going to.

I love that we got more HenRen and I wish next time Karen and Eddie share a scene, it'll be a less tragic one. I love Denny so much, the actor is so good and such a cutie, I'm glad he got to shine. It's also funny that once you get old enough in the show, you're fair game to be in harm's way. Rite of passage.

Chim was so scary and cute and great as well. I just think Kenny's so good at everything and the show sometimes failed to properly take advantage of his skills so I'm glad they're finally getting to showcase his range fully and all at once.

Peter was also having the time of his life being a carefree version of Bobby, and I'm here for it.

Josh's whole costume being Eddie's mustache. Plus Buck also having one. Ryan, the man that you are.

Maddie, once again, going for the kitty ears.

The teacher... I know her pain.

About the next episode ~more spoilers~:

They really are having an "Eddie Begins" type of emergency on an episode called "Confessions" which will focus on Eddie. I'm sure it's gonna be just fine. I'm sure nothing major will happen with my favorite character in the world, Eddie Díaz. I'm sure.

[roseglazedlens]

⦑ close wounded ⦒✶.*

pairing(s): chris redfield x b.s.s.a gn!reader synopsis: you suffered a gunshot wound on the field. your captain checks in on you, concern lingering on his face. content: angst, mutual pining, shirtless reader (body parts not mentioned), mentions of medical treatment, blood, gun wounds, death, trauma. « 1.3 k words┇masterlist┇reblogs appreicated <3 »

When you were a wee lad, you wanted to do something cool.

Serve the country despite disapproval from all ends. You didn’t learn the real cost until you join B.S.A.A. The memory of your dead friends stalked you, ostracising you from the peace you desperately desired till this day.

There was no room for grief. No room for emotions to weaken you. Yet why does your heart dance when it was just you and your captain staking out at the rest site? Why do you read the newspaper on your off days, skimming through the ‘R’ names on the obituary, praying his name is not listed?

You’re in no position to worry about others, every day your training was more gruesome than the previous. The fields were worse – not only physically abuse, but the mental torture that paints a vivid image of corpses, died in countless methods too gruesome to explain, making you imagine what yours would look like when you die.

Your weakness was how you ended up right here. Face drained of colour from the loss of blood, lips bled from holding back your screams, wrists gripped so tight your nerves protrude. Your thoughts drifted into a middle point where you’re in tune with your subconscious.

“Hang in there. Worst part’s over.” The medic retrieved the bullet that was submerged in your flesh, proceeded to clean the wound fast. They ran out of anaesthetic long ago. She needed to operate quick, you lost too much blood.

It hurt like hell.

But you’ll live. For better or worse. After everything you had witnessed. For a second, you envied the soldiers next to you who died a quick death, while you are bound by the curse of living. You relieved when the medic started wrapping you with a bandage.

Your ears sharpened at the sound of Chris’s boots hitting the floor on the other side of the curtains of the makeshift operation room, a very distinct pace you recognise everywhere to be your captain.

“Are they okay?” Chris moved the curtain aside and walk in, just to walk out the same way immediately with eyes averted before the medic could respond.

You looked at yourself, the throbbing pain on your belly led you to forget that your shirt was off, as requested by the medic for easier access to your wound. Your cheeks flushed slightly, putting your shirt back on as fast as your wound allowed you. With a long list of injured soldiers, the medic left promptly, finding the next injury to tend.

“Captain. You can come in now.” You uttered.

You watched the mud coated boots lift under the curtains, paused a beat, before entering with apprehension.

“How are you feeling?” Chris straightened up after seeing you clothed. Relieved.

“Better. Still stings though.”

You commented, keeping your sentence short in attempts to not aggravate him further. Chris was already plenty upset when you ran into the open field to save a lost child from the onslaught of bullets.

“You’re lucky you got way with one bullet wound.” Chris scoffed.

“She needs our help.” You affirmed, despite how much you liked Chris, you did what you needed to. “If I don’t make a difference, who will?”

Chris let out a deep groan. His eyebrows furrowed, exhausted. Years of baggage resting underneath those bloodshot hazel eyes. You wondered if he had a moment to rest since you guys retreated into the safehouse hours ago.

“I won’t let my team die. Not under my watch.”

The word held weight in his breath – filled with pain, sorrow, and remorse. Your hands, as if possessed by the Plaga of your own undeniable desire, outstretched an arm to place your hand on his. Chris’s gloves was all scratched up, but you can feel his exposed fingers from the glove, rugged with a sensation of safety.

You can’t find the words to say – to be fair, there was nothing you could say to him at this moment. Chris had been through so much, and you had only seen a fraction of the nightmare he had witnessed.

“You’re right. I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be. I know you can take care of yourself.” Chris nodded, the ghost of a grin loomed over the corner of his lips as he placed a tender hand on the crown of your head, ruffled messily at your hair.

Chris rarely smiled. This is the closest you’ll get. You watched as his irises captured the colours of his surroundings, reflected the speckled dust of debris and shimmer radiantly. Only Chris could make the dirt and blood on a war field looked so spectacular.

You wanted to tell him how beautiful his eyes are, you want them to look at you forever.

And maybe it’ll feel like this world isn’t fucked up for once. That you two can just be two normal people. Maybe then you’d have a chance in love.

You expect Chris to brush it off, nod respectfully as he does to any other soldier, politely excusing himself. Only that he doesn’t. Drooped eyelids accentuating his long, thick lashes, eyes plastered on yours, expression softened.

Was it you… or was it him that stared first? Suddenly, the details are a blur.

Chris’s hand no longer laid on your head, but on your chin, a finger brushed the corner of your lip where the adhesive strip on your cheeks stuck. His blistered thumb thawed the coldness away on your cheek, melting away your barriers.

“God. Be careful. Please.” Chris whispered, almost pleading. You thought you were fooling yourself, Chris’s voice sounded… tender… loving even. “Who will take care of you when I’m gone?”

You mustered the strength to stop, but your body moved on your own. Chris’s words summoned a force so powerful it sent the butterflies straight down your spine, fluttering in your stomach. It ignited something you never thought you will have, almost forbidden and despite your body’s resistance, you found yourself inching closer and closer.

Chris didn’t respond, but his lidded eyes darted around your face, observing every trivial mark on your face, like this was the first time his eyes ever laid on yours.

“May I..?” You nodded promptly.

Chris leaned in before you could finish your second nod, no hesitation in his movements. Chris already knew your answer just from your looks. You wanted it too. You wanted it just as long as he did.

You fluttered your eyes closed.

A gentle warmth spreads from his lips to yours with just a brush, both of his hands cupping your face now. You pulled Chris closer, flushed against his bulletproof vest. It was stained with the blood of enemy and reeked pungently with decay of the undead, but you sensed a faint of warmth through it. A faint of hope, after all that you two had been through together.

It felt just right. You know it.

His chest rising and falling against yours, a breathy groan released from the depths of Chris’s throat as his grip on you tightened like Chris didn’t want to let you go.

Chris slowly parted his lips with yours, leaving you disappointed. Not satiated yet with the taste of him. The feelings come pouring out from inside of you, and the need to be with him transcended your fear.

“I have something to tell you, captain.” You said, a quiet whisper, your gazes inseparable. You wanted to tell him, pour all out all these emotions you can no longer hold together.

“I already know, my love.”

And he sealed your love for each other with a tender kiss, an imprint of much more to come.

thanks for reading! come check out my other works. ––yours truly, rose.

[bearsinpotatosacks]

Rewatching star trek beyond so liveblogging it

God this film feels like coming home. Let me be a pharmacy assistant on the Enterprise please my life would be fixed

So does Bones just steal from people's lockers? Also they have lockers?

Oh LoRDy

I wish I could’ve been into star trek when this came out

Someone medicate Bones, man's so stressed out honestly

This film really makes me want star trek 4, make it a motion picture, getting the band back together thing

Love the way we see yorktown as massive and impressive then zoom in on the spaceport to make it seem lived in

Sulu's daughter has a toy enterprise

Fuck, prime Spock’s dead

The parts where they show prime spock really make me want a crossover between tos and aos, and it hurts that I'll never see it, guess i'll have to live in fanfic

Love the practical effects of this film

Also is Jim’s outfit in this scene, grey with yellow shoulders, the formalwear? If so I like it

Lovr Uhura's communications panel

Chris Pine's reactions, the cinematography, the set design, the sounds, fuck I love this film

Gonna start saying "i can't engage the warp drive" when i stall a car

Would love to see the borg in aos

Love the character consistency of Bones not carrying a phaser but spock is

Love Bones' portable scanner, i would watch a fake documentary about star trek tech

Does anyone wonder what happened to all the personal belongings that were destroyed on the Enterprise?

Jaylah’s coming soon 😆

There she is!

How many languages does she speak? English, her own and whatever those people she beat up were speaking?

Notice how Bones is still cut on the forehead while he's helping out Spock

Also why does Jaylah know about Krall’s plan? Is that why he shoots people down, try to find the Abornath then kill them to be immortal?

Just realised that Jaylah’s tech was probably from her ship before she got to Altamid, that's why she knows how to use it, her stick, her traps, the parts she got for the franklin (as well as other ships), makes me want to know what her people were like

How long has Jaylah been there?

Love how Bones is ready to throw hands

Bones dancing to achy breaky heart when?

Also Jaylah isn't introduced to Spock and bones, they just get beamed aboard and then spock collapses

Oo Krall’s looking more human

"You gave your girlfriend a tracking device?" Spock’s face 🤣

I really want to know about Jaylah’s family

This film literally proves that my "Jaylah is actually really fucking traumatised and definitely has (c) ptsd" agenda is canon

Also Scotty has his grandma's china hc

Love how Jim respects his crew

Also jim kirk is so Maverick/tom cruise coded it's insane. Bikes, dead dad, cocky attitude, shipped with someone who’s "ice cold"

Uhura has got to be traumatised after seeing a crewmate literally eaten in front of her

Jim Cruise is here! Tom Kirk!

After getting into top gun, the star trek navy inspired titles are funny to me, at least in aos by how quick they get them and how young they all are

Not sure why Jaylah’s fighting gives me kill bill vibes

Also jaylah has blue blood!

Love how sulu gets the dramatic line "they're going to destroy yorktown"

How long did it take to get the ship ready to fly? I mean, it's been at least a day and a night, the day they arrived, nighttime then they all got rescued and brought back together the next day just wondered how long it all took to happen

Also seatbelts!

Sulu would’ve won top gun

"I acknowledge and respect your concerns" Someone's been to therapy

"How do we get them to stop talking" is spoken so shatner

Just realised why certain jobs are the colours, yellow: anything running the ship (captain, pilot etc), red: anything about how the ship runs (engineering, communications, security), blue: science and medical

I love how the end of this film is similar to battleships where they use an old ship to defeat an alien ship

The picture of the original crew! He took it with him! I need a crossover now! I love how they used a more brassy theme there, makes it sound more original, more nostalgic

They had the chance to do futuristic dress but they just look like dudes from 2016

If they could just do an animated series for the aos crew...

Also the og theme at the end 🥲

[lover-of-mine]

Lady Whistledown here. I'm laughing that stuck, but I will take it. Literally, no one important just ended up there. The readers' digest version for those who didn't see the original goes like this.

In the beginning, it was all fun, and games and delusions of grandeur were written till E6, really.

That's when the Buck Tommy kind of flat lined, and what was shown was meh. Then they were desperately praying there would be on on screen pledge of commitment to shut us up before the season ended. Never happened. Pretty much all of the speculation came from paying for Lous Cameos. They built stories around them. Heavily used his cameo wearing the medal when he said they were "thriving." We all know they literally had one scene after that. Then Lou had to shut down his account, and now they were in a drought.

So they moved along into speculation territory for weeks until Oliver's live. Before then, we received their ire. We were bullies and harassing Lou ext. In the live, he basically grimaced and ignored the Buck Tommy question and smiled and blushed at Buddie. Have to remember with, in the same time frame, we had Ryan basically say so you know Buck and Eddie during an interview non 911 related, but also the old Lou interview started circulating again. The one where he basically says they called me last minute to kiss one of them and that he was basically called in to work out Bucks kinks as a starter relationship.

Clearly, this caused panic in the BT PR room!!

But it was weird because after Oliver's recent life, that's when they turned on him. Because now they had to confront why he had never posted about Tommy, followed Lou and only posted Eddie. I have seen that happen in other fandoms, but it's usually by main characters. Not a random side character. So my point is if Oliver continues as is, BTS starts popping up no Lou, Ryan, and Oliver promo. They are turning on Oliver if he doesn't promote BT. They already did and that was just the first trial by fire.

Since then, though, like any good conspiracy type behavior, it's like they forgot they were mad and never mentioned Oliver's expressions during it. Or the fact he seems to not care about the pairing.

They are back in delusional land. Some delusions include.... It's good Chris will be gone because it provides space for Buck to detach from Eddie, and we get more Tommy. Tommy will be more main character LI and involved with the team. Huge chance Tommy finally comes clean to Buck he was into Eddie before, and Buck being so loving invites Eddie to join them. Eddie secretly pines for Tommy. Tommy taking over father roles for both Eddie and Buck because clearly they need his help. Also sexual fantasies clearly written by straight people.

But mark my words... If it keeps going with no sign of Lou, Tommy, or Oliver acknowledging BT, it will because of us and Oliver. If that happens, I will, of course, message you.

And if people really want to know I am happy to always report back the gossip...

But if that was long winded as hell and you skipped to the bottom.. Yes, they turned on Oliver (behind closed doors) because his live was the first chance since the cameos to get anything. And he said let them eat cake....

Hello, my love 🩷🩷🩷

Wait wait wait wait you're telling me that after the hospital kiss when there were harassing everyone about how bt is now endgame, they were panicking about the way the relationship was portrayed? And that they realize the relationship was not defined on screen? Are you fucking with me? This is........ Okay, but seriously, do they realize how cameo works or do they think Lou was just saying those things because he felt like it? When you pay for those videos, you send him a message that prompts him. He was saying what they paid him to say. I'm...... I'm glad to know they are also unhappy with the way the relationship has been treated, I feel vindicated.

Also the way they also agree Tommy looked more interested in Eddie and are creating their own delusions on top of Eddie pining for Tommy? I don't even want to think about Tommy being a better parent, that one just makes me want to pick a fight. Interesting to know they are having the three-way fantasies in private while completely turning on Eddie out here.

Honestly, the chaos that will happen once filming starts is not something I'm looking forward to, because there won't be the level of content they want and that will 10000000% make them more feral. Especially considering the way Oliver is on our side, and even with bt on the making the promotion of s7 leaned HEAVILY on Oliver and Ryan together. And it worked. So it will probably happen again. And given how small Tommy's role was in the back half of the season, him not being around all that much is the more plausible scenario. And well, publicly turning on Oliver is not gonna get the reaction they think it will, so that's gonna be interesting for sure.

Please come back any time there's an update you feel is worth sharing, I'm loving having the inside view kapakapalapakpas

[theflyindutchwoman]

Why do you think Tim kept his breakup with Ashely a “secret” from Lucy? Like why didn’t he want to tell her?

My guess is that, at first, he probably didn't want to talk about it. At all. Tim is already not the type of person to easily open up on the best of days, and this wasn't a good day. So I can see why he would not want to have this conversation, especially while he was at the hospital. There was no way to escape which put him in an extremely vulnerable position. Besides, he most likely needed time to process the break-up too. He was just waking up from a major surgery, still feeling the effects of the anesthesia, when Ashley decided to call it quits, and Lucy showed up a few hours later. It was too fresh. He needed some time for himself, to lick his wounds so to speak. On top of that, he was also having a moment with Lucy : it was the closest they got to normal since Vegas. I can understand the instinct to stay on safer topics and the desire to linger in that moment. Talking about the break-up could have made things awkward again, forced them to acknowledge the elephant in the room and honestly, I doubt he was ready for that.

As for later, once he was back at work… Well, the fact that they were at the station couldn't have helped… it's hardly the most private place. It's one thing to talk about personal matters in the shop : there's still a sense of privacy - despite the cameras. But at the station : decidedly not. Which brings us to the other issue : the first time he saw Lucy at work, she was laughing with Chris. Judging from the way he greeted them, it's clear that he shut down. This encounter just brought back so many things to the surface that he didn't want to deal with. Hence the extra grumpiness. There was a moment later in the episode, when he confronted Lucy in the bullpen : it looked like she was getting through to him. But he chickened out. And we come to the crux of the matter. Telling Lucy meant coming to terms with his feelings for her. He could no longer hide behind his "I'm with Ashley so I can't have feelings for Lucy" any longer. He was pining and was trying to hold on to his denial as long as possible. And there might have been a bit of fear in the mix. Because what if he tells her and that changes everything? Or what if he tells her and it doesn't change anything?

It is extremely telling that in the end, he did fess up, but only once Lucy admitted feeling like she had overstepped his boundaries. The scavenger hunt was her way of trying to reach out and cheer him up, despite not knowing why he was upset, and I think that a part of him actually enjoyed this little game between them. As the senior officer, he could have just ordered her to give him back his radio otherwise. But the second she became unsure, he told her about the break-up and promptly reassured her that she didn't overstep anything, that he was touched by her attention - and intention… And that's the irony : all this time, he didn't want to talk about it, only for him to practically treat it as an afterthought. In that moment, he was more focused on making sure Lucy knew how much he appreciated her gesture. I'll always be curious as to what he was going to say before Chris' interruption by the way. But in any case, his defeated posture when he saw Lucy leave with her boyfriend makes me believe that this was precisely why he was keeping it a secret.

And lastly, in terms of storytelling, it was a way to showcase how Tim and Lucy's dynamic was still a bit off-balance. They were tiptoeing around the other, and while they had made headway at the hospital, things were still awkward between them. At least, that's how I interpreted it :)