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Unsolved

Pairing: charles leclerc x podcaster!reader

summary: when charles admits to listening to unsolved, Ferrari take it upon themselves to play matchmaker

a/n: Hope everyone has a good 2025!

a/n2: I made up all of these murders and mysteries. My bad if they’re actually real

scuderiaferrari

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scuderiaferrari: Carlos and Charles took the stage today to answer fans’ questions!

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user1: god do they look good

↳user2: i knnnnnoooowwwww

↳user1: gnawing at the bars of my enclosure right now ngl

user3: loved the little baking lesson that Carlos had going on there at one point

↳user4: god can we get charles to take notes???

↳arthur_leclerc: it wouldn’t help

↳charles_leclerc: stop lying! I can cook

↳arthur_leclerc: you can’t

↳user4: we saw that pasta video…unless you’ve gotten vastly better no you can’t

user5: my big surprise takeaway was that charles also listens to unsolved? He seems like that would be too scary for him tbh

↳user6: listen that man has been in Ferrari for years now

↳user6: listen to the horrors? No no no. He lives with them. He is them

↳user7: alrighty there Mr. Philosophy. Chill

user8: ok but did you see his blush when they asked why he liked unsolved?

↳user9: YES! I think the mans likes the podcaster, not the podcast!

↳user8: can you blame him? They’re hot af

user10: ok but i feel like this is the start of a meet cute? liked by charles_leclerc, yourprivate

↳user10: did??? Did Charles just like my comment???

↳arthur_leclerc: 😆😆😆😆

unsolved

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unsolved: Let’s talk death and disappearances this month — three cases spread across 3 states and 3 decades that have never been solved that starts and ends in Boston! Lisa Miller, …more

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user11: chilling…

user12: ok but why do they match so well…did you just somehow connect these 3 murders?

user13: damn do the fbi need to hire you. liked by the fbi

↳user13: wait what???

maxverstappen1: good stuff 👍🏻

↳user14: what in the earth is this crossover???

↳user15: vroom vroom guys listen to murder mystery podcast??

↳charles_leclerc: NO. NO WE DONT

↳unsolved: shame 😞

↳charles_leclerc: no wait wait wait. I DO! They don’t.

↳pierregasly: 😂😂

↳user16: what in the world…

oscarpiastri: interesting, interesting…

↳charles_leclerc: SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP

↳oscarpiastri: that’s no way to speak to your son…

↳user17: what is going on in the House of Commons???

↳unsolved: that’s what we would like to know as well…

↳charles_leclerc: ABSOLUTELY NOTHING IS HAPPENIGN!!

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scuderiaferrari

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tagged: unsolved

scuderiaferrari: COTA here we come…with a mysterious guest!

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user18: OH MY GOD did they really invite the unsolved podcaster Charles has been not so secretly thirsting over???

↳user19: they did! I bet it’s gonna be a really interesting race…

charles_leclerc: we look forward to seeing you!

↳user20: how long did it take you to type that out and not completely freak??

↳arthur_leclerc: longer than you think possible!

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↳carlossainz55: his face was redder then our cars

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↳pierregasly: I was fielding panicked calls all day. You have no idea

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↳maxverstappen1: I just took his phone and did it for him 😂

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user21: my fingers are crossed. I am sat. Please please please give us a good episode of unsolved with Charles and Carlos. You don’t understand my NEED for this to happen

↳user21: god I’m just imaging something like their prison episode from 2 years ago? Like spooky and creepy to the extreme!

↳user22: sorry but can you explain? I’m new to unsolved and am working backwards!

↳user21: of course! So about 2/2.5 years ago the unsolved crew camped out in a decommissioned prison with a ghost hunter group (I forgot their name sorry!)

↳user21: while the hunters were, you know, searching for ghosts, the unsolved crew were doing an in-depth study on all the creepy and dangerous murders that happened in the prison!

↳user21: it was a really fun crossover episode!

↳user22: oh! That’s so cool! And austion has some pretty haunted places — maybe they’ll do it again here!

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[COTA here I come!] [beautiful!] [The setting for tonight!]

user23 replied I’m so excited!

scuderiaferrari replied glad to see you on the way!

↳unsolved thanks for setting this up!

↳unsolved I’m very excited!

user24 replied oh my god that’s such a pretty photo!

user25 replied go get your man

↳unsolved whaat??

↳user25 oh my god you don’t know??

↳unsolved ???

↳user25 oh this is gonna be funny af

scuderiaferrari replied …you’ll have both our drivers back in one piece right??

↳unsolved of course!

charles_leclerc replied that’s…that’s where we are staying??

↳unsolved yup!

Bluesky

Bluesky

unsolved

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unsolved: only 1 driver was hurt in the making of this video and his name was…Jasper White! Thanks to scuderiaferrari for loaning us their drivers to make this amazing video that took a long look at some of the most haunting deaths in this local Austin landmark! And thanks to the Spirit Sleuths for helping us out last night!

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user26: spooky…

↳user27: it feels unreal that there were so many deaths in one place in such quick succession…

oscarpiastri: glad to see you made it though the night

↳charles_leclerc: of course I did! There was no problems whatsoever

↳unsolved: I’m pretty sure I have a couple of hours of video that show you screaming and clutching at me to prove that wrong…

↳charles_leclerc: you don’t ☺️☺️☺️

↳maxverstappen1: ohhh share?

↳unsolved: that’s no footage I guess

↳pierregasly: shame

↳charles_leclerc: thank you 😊

↳user19: hmmmmm user53??

↳user53: i see it. I see it

arthur_leclerc: ok but how many drivers were screaming???

↳unsolved: all of them!

↳charles_leclerc: no! Just 1 🥹🥹

↳unsolved: sorry just one!

↳carlossainz55: compañero?

↳charles_leclerc: just 1!!!

↳unsolved: sorry 🤗

↳user19: hmmmmm

↳user53: adding it to the folder now

user28: that was such a fun episode!

↳spiritsleuths: just wait for our cut of the night!

↳user28: I’m sitting. I’m sat. I’m ready.

sebastionvettel: never thought I’d see the day after that incident in 2019

↳landonorris: share!

↳oscarpiastri: don’t you mean the inchident

↳maxverstappen1: another inchident??

↳carlossainz55: it was for a love interest

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↳charles_leclerc: this time it won’t be just an inchident

scuderiaferrari

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scuderiaferrari: And that’s our COTA winner Charles Leclerc!

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yourprivate: Where's the trophy? He just comes running over to me

↳charles_leclerc: who are we to fight the alchemy?

user29: man he moves fast

↳charles_leclerc: very fast!

↳charles_leclerc: not letting this chance escape me!

↳user29: oh my god im so jealous right now

↳yourprivate: 🤭🤭🤭

carlossainz55: congrats mate!

↳charles_leclerc: you too!

↳charles_leclerc: for both reasons!!

↳carlossainz55: shush!

↳user30: oh??? user19, user53???

↳user19: …I’m on it

↳user53: I’ll start the coffee

↳user31: COFFEE??!?? ARE YOU GUYS TOGETHER???????

↳user53:WHAT NO? AHAT? SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP

↳user19: I DONT KNOW AHAT YOURE TAKKING ABOU AHAHAHA

↳user32: user19 user53 act normal challenge — failed

pierregasly: thank god. Now stop texting me asking how to ask them out

↳charles_leclerc: stop. talking.

↳yourprivate: awww were you nervous?

↳pierregasly: if nervous includes texting me over 200 times in an hour with different pick up lines and selfies asking how his hair and outfit looked?

↳pierregasly: yes

↳charles_leclerc: im going to run you over 😄

↳scuderiaferrari: you can’t actually say that Charles!

↳charles_leclerc: for legal reasons this was (not) a joke

↳charles_leclerc: 😁😁😁

↳pierregasly: …I don’t like that emoji calmar

↳charles_leclerc: 😁😁😁😁😁😁😁😁😁😁

user33: the way he sprinted over to her…

↳user34: I have NEVER been so jealous as I am right now

↳yourprivate: ehehehehehe

↳user34: ok no need to rub it our faces

↳yourprivate: why wouldn’t I?

↳charles_leclerc: 🥰🥰🥰🥰

↳yourprivate: 😘😘😘😘❤️❤️❤️❤️

↳user34: right in front of my salad???

user35: wow that highway is calling my name tonight…

↳user36: sleepover!

[sorchathered]

Got my sights set on you- Jake Seresin x reader

Pairing- Jake “Hangman” Seresin x reader

Warnings-language, drinking, Jake being a massive flirt

A/N- I don’t have much of a summary for this, just clearing out my wips for you all and found this little gem I wrote last summer! Hope you enjoy!

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If there was one thing you knew about Jake Seresin it was that he was a massive flirt. Men, women, non-binary, didn’t much matter your gender he was a tease and everyone knew it. Lately he’d set his sights on you, and he was relentless. You had to admit you liked the attention, and dropping him down a peg with snappy comments was always entertaining. You enjoyed the banter between the two of you, it had been fun and games until one night you noticed another girl from the bar had seemed to catch his attention, pulling out all the stops for her instead of sitting and chatting you up. It shouldn’t have bothered you, it was just a game right? Neither of you had ever made a move and he had every right to talk to whoever he pleased. Rooster could see through all your bullshit, sidling up next to you as he followed your eyeline to Jake and the brunette that seemed to have him enthralled in conversation.

“So Vixen, when you gonna admit to yourself that this little thing you’ve got going with Hangman is more than a schoolgirl crush?” You glared up at him and opened your mouth to snap at him but it died in your throat when you saw the sympathetic look on his face, you hated that he could see how transparent you were. “It was just a crush, really, I thought I just enjoyed the back and forth but… shit rooster what am I supposed to do here? It’s Hangman we’re talking about, he doesn’t do relationships, and in the end I’ll just get hurt so what’s the point?” You cradled your head in your hands against the bar top as Bradley patted your shoulder. “Kid I hate to be the one to burst your doom bubble but if you gave that man the time of day he wouldn’t know what to do with himself. I've seen him when he’s just looking for a hook up and that’s not what this is with you. He may be chatting that girl up but he won’t take her home, in fact I don’t think he’s taken anyone home in months, most of the time he just moons over you. I bet if you walked over there right now and told him to take you home he’d be putty in your hands, you wield more power than you know honey.”

You rolled your eyes at him, there was no way in hell he was into you like that, but as rooster passed you a shot of tequila you glanced back at Jake and he was looking right at you. Fuck it, you were going for it. Tossing back the shot you squared your shoulders and swayed your hips as you walked towards him, he wasn’t paying a bit of attention to the girl talking his ear off anymore, eyes completely focused on you. “Hey Vix, haven’t seen you all night-“ he said as you pressed yourself between him and the brunette, shock crossing his features as you waved her off.

“Uh we were talking!”

“And now you’re not, see how that works?”

You hit her with an icy glare and blessedly little miss tag chaser seemed to take the hint, off to lick her wounds with god knows who. That wasn’t your business or your problem. Right now you need to keep the momentum going and get your man.

“So a little birdie told me that I should shoot my shot, how about it, Seresin? You talk a big game, wanna take me home?” For once in your life Jake Seresin was at a loss for words, mouth opening and closing like a fish, completely in shock.

“Uh-I- yeah-yeah absolutely. Sweet Jesus darlin’ please don’t fuck with me, I don’t know if my heart can take it.” The cocksure grin is back, but you can tell he’s still unsure, so you slide even closer and press your lips to his. It starts out completely innocent, just reassurance that you are actually into him, but you quickly remember who you’re dealing with and Jake Seresin certainly isn’t all talk, sliding one hand into your hair and the other into the back pocket of your jeans, running his tongue along your lips as you give him entrance, letting him make out with you right here in the middle of the bar, where all your coworkers can see.

You can hear whoops and whistles from your friends and it breaks you both apart, taking in deep breaths between your giggles. “Still up for taking me home?” You whisper as you smooth your hands through his golden hair, and where you expect more sexual innuendo and banter you’re left with something more. He smiles down at you and kisses your nose, the look he’s giving is melting you from the inside out, maybe Rooster was right; maybe this wasn’t just fun and games. “I can definitely take you home sugar, but I don’t want just a hook up from you, I’m thinking tomorrow you let me take you on a real date, you deserve to be treated to all the bells and whistles baby girl.” If you gave him the chance he’d wife you up on the spot if he was honest, but he’d give you some time before he told you all the ideas he had for the future.

You looked a little shell shocked at that, sure he’d been flirty but he’d never once made you think he was interested in more than a night or two.

“I can see the wheels turning in that pretty head y/n, don’t overthink it baby, just let me show you how good I can be.”

And he was, in fact, very good.

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[kisses4reid]

scare | ·˚ ༘ spencer reid ,, (part 4)

synopsis - you’re in a relationship with some one else and have a pregnancy scare, both your own reaction and spencer’s makes you realise that you’re not happy.

part synopsis - you return to work, and a sudden revelation changes everything.

genre - bau!reader x spencer, friends to lovers, r was with someone else, douchebag bf trope, pregnancy scare, angst & fluff, comfort, reader is female with female anatomy and feminine

warnings - pregnancy is the main theme, blood, menstrual cycle, crying, inaccuracies because i have never been pregnant/ever thought i could be pregnant, uneducated reference to abortion: 'stick something up there',

w/c - 2.1k

a/n - last part. im sorry for the long wait and the subpar writing, i lost motiviation for this series and wasnt as into the story as i was before. BUT! i kept going for you guys. thank you <3 if anyone catches my hamilton reference youre my best friend

You hadn’t shown up to work for the week, taking the precious sick leave you had been hoarding and spending it all on arguing and throwing things into cardboard boxes. Not your stuff, but Lloyd's. And Spencer had spent those days pulling at his hair, tapping his fingers on his desk, and watching the automatic glass doors of the bullpen open just to find somebody else.

To everyone else’s knowledge, you simply had a bad stomach bug, but to Spencer it was much more. His stress was just a ticking time bomb waiting to detonate if one more person asks him how you were. Because he didn’t know. Not only were you physically absent from Spencer’s life, but virtually as well. No texts, calls, online likes or tags. It made him think the of the worst possibilities.

That’s where he was now, sat at his desk, finger tapping, leg bouncing, eyes darting from glass doors to blank phone, before he grabbed his phone and started to Hotchner’s office. His steps echoed in the early morning office sepace, patting his sweaty hands down his pants. But he didn’t make it very far before he heard Garcia’s familiar squeal, and your own genuine giggle.

Six days had been the longest you went without seeing Spencer, let alone your entire group, since you got the job. But you couldn’t put such a burden on these people, especially not the one who had seen you break down in his own apartment. To you, this was something you needed to figure out slowly and alone. Alone. Thank god, you were single now.

“I’m glad you’re feeling better, just a flu?” Garcia asked, slipping one of her arms into yours and walking you to your desk.

“Stomach bug.” You smiled, patting her hand and sitting down at your desk. You looked at all of your trinkets and photos, happy to see that you never actually put a couple photo on your desk, and happy to see a photo of your team all together instead.

Spencer spun on his heel and widened his eyes, a breath escaping him in relief.

“Y/n.”

You looked up and stared at the man, the bags under his eyes deepened and the creases between his brows appearing like scars.

“Spence, hey.” You smiled as Garcia took his hurried steps as her queue to leave.

“How are you-“

“He’s gone. Sorry you cut you off.” Your hands started fidgeting, you looked askance. Spencer’s eyes betrayed him in his shock, thankfully his lips didn’t betray him in his happiness.

“Oh. That’s great.” Spencer nodded and had to shake the sudden urge to grab your hands and squeeze them. He could feel the possibilities in his fingertips by the second, but he couldn’t lose sight of the bigger issue here. “Are you gonna work a case with us? Are you feeling… better?” He asked with full care in his warm brown eyes.

“Yeah, I’m better. I mean, I’m not great yet but I’m better. Still thinking about things.”

He nodded, but before he could ask anything more, the rest of the team emerged from the elevators.

“Eden Lim, missing for 9 hours after her mother left the front door open to let in fresh air. Power outage in the neighbourhood took out all the air conditionings. Neighbours are either elderly couples or other families.” JJ handed out manila folders and picked up the remote to the Tv screen, showing a photo of a sweet little girl with her mother in a slightly professional set up. Aaron nodded and started, “Wheels up in thirty, JJ organise a meeting with their sheriff and investigators.”

On the plane, you were surprised to say the least. You found out you were pregnant by a sudden sickness, and now, you felt fine. Even though you didn’t get plane sick often, you expected at least a little nausea or maybe a headache. But honestly? You felt fine. Maybe you were a superwoman, one of the rare lucky mothers that don’t get sick often.

That’s what starts to distract you, the thought of the future. You didn’t know anything about pregnancy, let alone parenting. The last time you babysat was for Emily’s cat. Your hands started sweating and you bit the inside of your lip to attempt a suppression of nerves, but you obviously weren’t slick enough.

Hotch sends a glance your way, “You okay, Y/n?”

You smile softly, “Yeah, just the plane is kinda waking up my stomach.”

He nodded, seemingly accepting of that answer, and you gave yourself a mental fist bump.

You try to refocus on the case, but another factor is making this specific one harder.

Eden.

The top name on your baby name list since you were 16, the one you sort of planned to use without much second thought. The one who belongs to a missing child.

A young man who had just lost his son stole Eden, took her to his house, and treated her well. He was a father who had suffered loss, and took from someone else in the same way so that he wasn’t alone in his feelings.

Something about that felt slightly relatable. If Lloyd knew how you were feeling, maybe he would understand the weight on your shoulders.

You walked with Spencer to your desk, the aura around you both feeling like it was going back to normal, just with another layer on top. The secret kept between you two, a bigger one than any of the others. You flicked your small, dark green scarf over your shoulder, the difference in temperature from the case hitting you harder than usual.

Spencer slipped his satchel over his shoulder and sent you a smile. You felt a spin in your stomach because of the sight, and looked down to hide your face discreetly. You heard a small clear of the throat and then Spencer’s voice,

“Hey, can I ask you something?”

“Of course.”

“Every time the victims name was mentioned, you sniffled, you rubbed your arm, or took a harder breath. Why is that?”

You widened your eyes, nearly laughing at the question. You had no idea Spencer was paying that much attention to you. Honestly, you thought he was going out of his way to avoid you to lower the chances of the team getting suspicious.

“Oh, it’s just uh. Eden has been on my baby name list since I was a teenager.”

Spencer’s shoulders tensed slightly, and his mouth opened as he nodded. His heart broke a little more. And he realised this was the first time you two were having a conversation since the night you stayed at his apartment. Not only was it making it real for you, it was making it real for him. Although, he had already vowed to himself that he would help you out with anything you needed, he doubted his mental capacity to take care of a baby made from the women he loves and a man he despises.

You both started walking to the elevator, always the last two in the office before Hotch, and you subconsciously stayed close to him. A pang hit your lower stomach that you pushed down.

“How are you doing, physically and mentally?” Spencer pushed the button with the down arrow, and looked down at you. His hair was slightly ruffled, his tie askew, but his eyes were how they always were when they looked at you, full. Full of care, of adoration, of worry, of knowing. Full of… something that could ruin both of you if he made the wrong decisions.

You took a breath and had to tear your gaze off of his, “Well, like I said, I broke up with Lloyd. He didn’t want to be a father, and when I told him I didn’t know what to do with the… baby, he said… he said… he told me to ‘stick something up there’ if I couldn’t afford another way.”

Spencer felt a rush of rage wash over him, his cheeks reddening and his hands fidgeting harder by the second. How could he?

“Basically, the opposite of how you reacted,” you laughed but it didn’t last long.

“Y/n… why haven’t you told me about him before? I didn’t even know you had been talking to guys until you were already dating one of them. If you told me about him I could’ve… I don’t know.”

“Open my eyes?” You smile sadly, and nod. “If I told you about him, and about how he acted… it was kind of like complaining about a sapling to an oak tree. Complaining about a page to a library. Complaining about a dickhead to…” You shook your head, “I felt embarrassed. And, I want you to think highly of me. But I guess after all of this, I can’t really help it anymore.”

Spencer stopped you in front of the elevator and took your hands, he looked at you with concern, and a bit of anger.

“Y/n I don’t hate you, or think any lesser of you just because you’re… pregnant, or because you were with a bad guy. I think that, while it’s true I think Lloyd is a terrible guy and I don’t see a lot of logic in staying with him, it was your own decision. I’ll always respect that.” He glanced down to his hand holding yours and let go of it.

Your eyes widened, panic shot across your face.

“Y/n?” The elevator doors opened.

“I need to go to the bathroom.” You turned and ran to the toilet, hearing Spencer’s steps behind yours a moment later. He called your name, asked you if you felt sick, and it made him feel guilty for making you stress in a time like this.

He hadn’t fully processed that you weren’t just his best friend, his love, but his pregnant best friend.

You pushed on the ladies bathroom door hard and darted for a toilet stall. There is no way I’m peeing my pants in front of Spencer Reid.

You closed the stall, and soon heard Spencer enter the bathroom with no hesitation to the fact it was a women’s room. “Do you need to hold your hair up?”

And even though the offer played with your heart, you quickly denied him, “No, Spencer, I’m not sick. I just needed to…”

You wiped, and suddenly you felt dizzy. Red.

Red?

“Blood…” you whispered to yourself. "Oh my... god."

“Blood!? Y/n, should you go to the hospital?” He stood closer to the door as his heart rate picked up.

You stood up, pulled up your pants and opened the door. Spencer nearly fell into you.

You screwed your eyebrows together in confusion, and all at once a million feelings hit you. Hatred, sadness, depression, heart break, hope, denial, acceptance… relief. You looked down, unable to look at Spencer as your heart quickened, and covered your mouth with your shaking hand.

“Spencer, I’m on my period.”

His big eyes searched yours, looking down and over your face and body and it was like watching him piece a puzzle together. “You’re not…”

You shook your head, and a wave of relief hit you all at once, tears hitting you like a tsunami, your arms wrapping around Spencer’s shoulders like unforgiving ropes. He stilled for a moment, before reciprocating the tight embrace, a breath of air leaving him in the contact. He squeezed his eyes shut and gripping at your work shirt causing wrinkles to appear between his fingers. His large palm warmed your back in soothing strokes before they laid tightly around your ribcage. Honestly, hugging you was a big thing he had been thinking about in your absense - they were always genuine.

You let go and smiled at Spencer widely, the first one you gave him genuinely in too long a time. Spencer placed a hand on your cheek and wiped a tear gently, smiling back at you.

“Oh, Spencer, I’m so… sorry.”

He stopped in his tracks and widened his eyes, “Why?”

“I made you worry for so long-“

“Hey, a false positive is not your fault. You had a less than 1 percent chance of getting one so it’s no wonder it didn’t cross your mind. My mind, as well.” His heart swelled as you two looked into each others eyes. Happy, relieved, suddenly aware of how close you two were to each other.

Spencer dropped his hand, and looked down with a cough. “I’m happy for you, Y/n.”

You nodded with a shy smile, and turned to look back at the toilet, “Well, I’m gonna… you know… take care of this and then… do you wanna get a drink? I need to... I need somewhere that's not my apartment to think about this.”

He blushed slightly, realising where he was, and picked up his satchel, “Yes, of course. Do you want to go to mine? We can pick up drinks on the way?”

"That would be amazing, thank you Spence." "Anything for you."

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[sweetflanfiction]

Asymetrical Symphony - Part 15

Universe: Arcane (LOL)

Pairing: Viktor x reader

Summary: You had been on the rooftop with Jayce and the Herald and somehow you were sent to a place where things can be different with your help

Disclaimers and Warnings: If you want me to tag you on the chapters let me know! Also leave a comment with your thoughts :D Not finished, not proofread. English isn't my 1st language. All I know about LOL is from google and all I know about Arcane is taken from the show, so inacuracies will be plenty. I have a sort of idea on how to I'm gonna go with magic and runes, so bear with me. The reader will be written as GN (going by they/them) to get everyone involved, but if you see any discrepancies let me know.

A.N: I've made some cute headers for the thing!!! What do you guys think??

Part 1 • Part 2 • Part 3 • Part 4 • Part 5 • Part 6 • Part 7 • Part 8 • Part 9 • Part 10 • Part 11 • Part 12 • Part 13 • Part 14

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It was fascinating how quickly he realized that, for hextech to go astray, one of them had to die. There was no doubt in his mind that if his tech had been deviated to another path, one of its creators had to disappear.

“That’s a complicated question to answer.” looked back at him, smiling sadly. “If it helps us keep the tech away from her, I need to know.” “It’s not that I don’t want to tell you…It’s just that complicated… The answer is both, neither, and I don’t know.”

He leaned back in his chair and ran a hand over his hair, frustration written on his handsome features. 

“Maybe… if we could try the rune in a safe environment…” Viktor made his way back towards you, placing his tray on the table you had placed yours on, and sat down. “...we can figure out what it is.”

The taller man gently placed a plate on the piano bench next to your thigh. It contained two of the same creamy strawberry pastries he had given you before. You looked at him and smiled as he mentioned them to you with a tilt of his head.

Jayce immediately grabbed the mug with coffee and took a swig. Viktor, however, had a mug filled with something that was topped with heavy cream and what looked like chocolate powder. If it tasted like it looked, it must just be a sugary bomb to his palate. He grabbed a spoon and took a small piece of cream, bringing it to his mouth, closing his eyes as the sweetness hit his tongue.

It was strange watching him bring any food to his lips since his counterpart almost had to be force-fed. It was even stranger when he actually made a little approval sound of whatever he was eating.

“Councilor Tallis.” A familiar voice came from the entrance, and the clicking of heels followed it.

Jayce immediately looked back at Mel’s approach, straightening up and pushing a hand through his hair, trying to comb it back in place.

The beautiful woman walked towards the piano, the golden lines on her skin shimmering and reflecting light. You had to admit, Mel Medarda was perfection. Add that to her cunning and her smarts, and it shouldn't surprise anyone that she became a sorceress herself. 

“Ah, the troupe is all here.” She said, jokingly, her smile not reaching her eyes but seemingly honest nonetheless. She looked at you and extended a hand. “I don’t believe we have been formally introduced. Mel Medarda, Head Councilor.”

You got up from your seat at the piano and shook her hand, wanting to add “universe hopper” at the end but deciding not to.

“That was quite the first impression.” She kept smiling at you, placing a hand on Jayce’s shoulder, and the inventor smiled up at her.  “Not my usual MO, but unfortunately it couldn't be helped.” You answered, smiling back at her, sitting back down. “I look forward to speaking with you in the future. I do need to steal Councilor Tallis away for a moment. Governing body business and all that.” She rolled her eyes as she squeezed Jayce’s shoulders, and the man stood up.

If you had to hazard a guess, the 'governing body business' involved Jayce recounting what had happened in the lab with her mother and Salo on their little impromptu inspection.

“No need for stealing council Medarda,” Viktor said, not looking up at her from his sugary delight. “We gladly offer him over…”

Jayce looked back at his partner with an unamused expression.

“We’ll finish this later.” He looked at Viktor and then back at you.

As they both walked away, you resumed your playing, your fingers drifting over the keys spontaneously. You saw Viktor’s head snap up as he scooped the last drop of cream into his mug, leaving only a beige-looking liquid in it. 

“I take it you don’t know how to play.” You looked back at the keys, gently swaying with the melody. “I write numbers on a blackboard, and I tinker with things that more often than not explode in my face. Much like writing music, playing music escapes me.” He pointed the spoon to the keys. “Wanna try?”

You suggestively raised your eyebrows and tilted your head to the keys, enticing the poor scientist. Sliding over to one side of the bench, you patted the space, taking the small pink pastry and eating it in one bite. He looked confused at first, but his curiosity got the better of him. The need to know things and try things were always qualities that didn't seem to waver in any iteration of Viktor—the passion for learning never ceasing or decreasing.

He sat next to you, adjusting his leg and leaning his cane on the side of the piano. Viktor cleaned his palms on his pant legs and cleared his throat. You heard the barista groan.

“Oh Gods. Not the scientist at the piano...” he mumbled loud enough for both of you to hear. “I do believe our friend Loriel is not happy about this turn of events…” Viktor announced just as loudly as the bartender, and Loriel took a very deep breath. “He is going to love what comes next then.” You added turning back to the ivories.  “Maybe the Academy's cafe isn’t exactly the best place for piano lessons.” Viktor whispered, turning his back to the bar, some doubts in his voice. “Then they shouldn’t have placed the piano in the cafe.” “Why is the piano in here anyway?”

Viktor looked back at Loriel, who shrugged and mouthed something to the tune of 'to torment me.' You laughed, and Viktor followed with a snicker. He straightened up, as best as he could, squared his shoulders, and placed his hands on the keys. You mimicked his stance and realized that all of your right side was touching all of his left. From shoulder to knee, and yet there were no feelings of panic bubbling in your stomach.

“Why are we so stiff?” You whispered to him, moving your head slightly to look at him. “Is this not how professional piano players play?” “Not unless they want to look like a douchebag.” You shook your shoulders a bit and relaxed; he did the same. “May I?” You pointed to his hand, asking permission to touch and move them. He nodded, and you placed his two index fingers on two specific keys. “Now you do this.”

(Chopstick piano)

You placed your own index fingers on the ivories, slightly away from his, and moved them in sync, both fingers reflecting what the other was doing. The melody was simple and repetitive, and the movements were pretty mechanical. Easy to learn.

Viktor caught on quickly, the movements coming out slowly and clumsily at first but becoming familiar with every try.

“Please play something else!” Loriel half shouted exasperatedly, and you looked back at him, about to give him an angry look but noticing he was half joking.

“Remember when I told you magic is just like music?” You whispered to him, and he nodded, excitedly looking at you. His golden eyes were bright and joyful. “Yes, once you’ve played a note the first time, the next time it becomes easier.” “And what we did in the closet.” You looked down onto your side of the keys, missing the red tint that appeared on his cheeks. 

Nudging his knee gently, you made a gesture for him to start playing his little tune. At some point, you started to add another melody, a rhythmic thumping that intertwined with the simple notes he was playing. You heard rather than saw Viktor's little gasp of excitement.

“Thank goodness.” You heard Loriel say. “Now keep moving along the playlist.”

When you ended the music, he followed your lead and stopped his actions but did not take his fingers from the keys. 

“You know what? Let’s switch it up.” You slid from your side of the bench and nudged his shoulders to the side where you sat, him clumsily going and readjusting his leg.

You sat where he had been before and showed him the repetitious keystrokes you had added previously to his beginner lesson. His long fingers easily managed to touch the keys as you started to tap your foot on a steady tempo. Slowly but surely, the scientist managed to accompany your foot-tapping with his playing.

Letting him go over the chords a couple of times, you jumped in. First doing the same simple two-finger melody and then jumping to a more complicated part, completely changing the melody.

You felt Viktor slowly swinging to the melody, his shoulder bumping into yours as he enjoyed the music. You followed his movements, and the two of you went on playing. He would stop whenever you played a more complicated part, a little laugh coming out of him,

With a final pressing of the keys, the song ended, and you smiled triumphantly at the scientist beside you. He looked down at you; it was noticeable that his cheeks were becoming a pretty shade of red, while his eyes looked at his fingers and then shifted back to you.

Even though you had noticed how you had been closed before, now it dawned on you just how close you two were. You could see the brown flecks in his eyes, the small scar he had on his forehead from the goggles digging into his skin, and his pulse quickly beating on his neck.

You felt a small touch on your little finger and glanced at it, surprised at the sudden contact. His hands had moved, and he was brushing your pinky with his, slowly as if not to scare you. You felt your heart quicken and turned back to face him, eyes wide.

“Should I have asked?” He mumbled slowly, tilting his head down, his brown hair falling from behind his ear. “About?” you let out in a breathy whisper, doing the best you could to keep your eyes from wandering around his face.

He moved his finger to interlock with yours, the corners of his lips tilting up.

 “It’s fine…” And it was. There was no panic or anxiety. There were no urgent or nightmarish visions of hexangels.

Gently he pulled your little fingers towards his hand, adding your ring finger to the weave of hands. You managed to breathe and blink, your eyes unfocusing on his face, waiting for anything to happen. When it didn't, you went back to those golden pools of his.

Viktor looked at you waiting for a protest, but you said nothing. No constructs, no golden enemies. In a moment of boldness, you moved your hand under his and turned your palm up, him giving you the space you needed to do it. When you were comfortable, you slotted your fingers in his. You didn’t squeeze or grab his hand, just letting the weight of him become familiar. 

Much like in your universe, his hands were long and bony, with callouses from using every tool at his disposal. They had a tepid warmth to it, the playing of the piano letting the blood flow to his extremities. 

“My hands are always cold.” He noted, scratching the back of his neck, and you looked at his long fingers on yours. “Should wear some gloves.” You joked, nudging him and squeezing his hand tentatively. “I like this better.” He raised an eyebrow smugly, and you snorted, looking away in fake annoyance. You felt his hand squeeze back and looked back at him. The expression on his face was far from embarrassed; if anything, he knew exactly what he was doing, a loopy side smile plastered on his face. You shook your head, a smile on your own face. “You’re a sneaky one…” “Heh…I do hail from the Undercity." He joked, and you laughed out loud, placing your forehead on his shoulder, feeling him laugh too.

“Viktor!!!” A smooth, hurried voice came from the corridor, and a bouncy Sky Young walked into the cafeteria.  “Miss Young!” He half-shouted back, making his assistant's head snap to him.

He moved your still intertwined hands away from the keys and in between both your bodies. He gave you one last squeeze before letting go.

“Oh…I have been looking for you.”  “I have been here for the last two hours,” he said, stretching in front of you, reaching for his cane. “Sorry. Jayce is with Councillor Medarda, and the door is locked, and Councillor Salo took my key from me and…” She looked at you, her exasperated ramble coming to a halt. “Oh. Hello. Sky Young, a pleasure to meet you!”  “Hello.” You told the younger woman, smiling, and answered with your name. “I thought you two knew each other…” Viktor said, getting up carefully and moving to stand next to his assistant. “I said I’ve seen her around…I never said we had been introduced.” You quickly retorted. “Also, do I need to reschedule the appointment for this morning?” “Ye—” she started, but Viktor interrupted. “No need; we can do it now.” “But their name is on the morning slot.” Young noted, grabbing a small planner. “It’s not their fault we had an inspection on their fault. If anything, the council should be the one to schedule their appointments.” He said with finality and turned around. “Come now, you two. Time to get to work.”

You and Young stared at each other and both shrugged, smiling at each other.

“Thank you, Loriel.” You shouted and waved back at the barista as you walked away from the cafe. “You’re welcome! Come back any time... Seriously!”

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“So, you can now combine runes?” Viktor asked, sitting at his table at the lab, writing furiously in his little notebook. “And I’m also starting to…not need to push them out…like…physically.”

The scientist looked at you. You've been sitting here for 40 minutes; 20 of those had been Viktor trying to shoo Sky out of the room.

“Example,” he prompted, and you nodded.

You faced him, the big front doors behind you. You cleared your throat and drew the known string of runes in front of you. Waiting for a second, with your hands by your side, you blinked, and the runes disappeared. The door behind you whooshed open.

“That’s new.” Viktor’s eyebrows shot up. “Can you reverse it?” “I can close the door, but not lock it.”

His eyebrows furrowed and his jaw clenched. He started to go back through the notebook, getting to the pages where you were both annotating the runes and suffixes.

You walked towards him and leaned into his table, looking at the notebook. You had feared that after the little moment at the piano, the rest of the evening would be awkward, but no. He hadn’t mentioned it, but he wasn’t tiptoeing around you. It was just good old Viktor.

“You’ve never shown me this rune.” He pointed to the mend rune with his pencil and looked up at you. “Technically, you've seen it. But I can show you again. May I?” 

You pointed to his purple-colored pencil, and he gave it to you with a doubtful expression. With a bit of force, you snapped the pencil in two, and he groaned.

“Please do not break my writing utensils. I really don’t want to explain to the council why I need to buy more colored pencils…It’s already a hassle as it is.” He swiveled the stool to turn to the table where you placed the pencil. “They apparently don’t understand the concept of color coding.”

You snorted while drawing the rune. The small tendrils that came out of it searched the pencil for where it was broken and joined it, making it whole again. The only trace of something happening was the shimmering blue vein where it was snapped.

“Fascinating…” He grabbed the pencil and inspected it from every angle. “Have you tried this with a bone?”

Blinking slowly at him, you squinted your eyes and furrowed your eyebrows, the doubt he had previously now written on your face. 

“What?” “A bone.” He shook his arm to demonstrate.  “You want to break some for me to try?” You retorted sarcastically, but the thoughtful look on his face made you shake your head. “No…I have not tried it in a bone. I haven't encountered a broken bone to try it on, and you will not provide me with some.” “Oh no…not mine.” He made a few swirls with the pencil on the notebook, finding out it worked just like before.  “Whose bones are you gonna break, stick bug? You’re all length and sharp corners…” 

You crossed your arms, raised one eyebrow, and leaned into the table with your hip, your face bearing a mask of doubt. His expression shifted to unamused, his lip pinched and his eyebrows knotted. 

“First of all…stick bug?” He spat the word out comically, and you laughed, nodding. “Second of all, some bones can be easily broken by applying pressure in certain key points. No need for brute strength.”

“Yeah? And how many bones have you broken, Mr. Applied Pressure… you joked, shifting to sit on the table. “Several, actually…” “Yours don’t count…”

Viktor opened his mouth to argue but closed it with a humph, turning away from you. You snorted at his spoiled expression.

“How many have you broken? all talk, I bet..." He mumbled, turning the stool fully towards the table. “Several, actually... and not mine either.”

You thought of those last few hours on your timeline, grunting and fighting. Violet had given you some sort of lesson on what she called ‘blocking with your face’ that somehow involved not just that but also punching, kicking, and general shit talk. 

You missed Vi. The one that chuckled when you talked back to her. The Vi that had looked at you weirdly when you asked her to punch you because you needed to know how it felt and not be scared of it. The undercity fighter, who looked impressed when you managed to punch her after dodging a blow.

“The music schools where you come from are very competitive…” Viktor’s voice snapped you back to the lab. He frowned when he looked at you, his expression shifting from annoyance to concern. “Are you alright?” “Yes… Sorry…” You cleared your throat. “If we find someone with a broken bone and willing, we’ll try it on them.” “I guess we can do that…” He flipped the book back to the page where he had taken notes. “You should use that rune to lock the door.” “The lock is not broken, though.”  “True…but I think we may need to go in a more…symbolic route. The pencil, after you mended it, reverted to its original form. In if core, that’s what the mend rune does when spoken.” “So I'd be reverting the unlocked door back to its original state." You mused, and he nodded. He patted your knee and pointed to the door, encouraging you to try it.

Still sitting on the desk, you spoke the runes: wind, coda, mend, unlock. In a second the door drifted closed, the door locking with a click. 

You looked at Viktor, who had a winning smile on his face.

“This stick bug seems to be pretty good at this magic thing.” He swiveled his stool back around to turn to write his findings.

With a swish of your finger, his little wheeled bench rolled back away from its original location, while he made a squeaky surprised sound with his throat.

“That is not fair.” He said, pushing the stool back with his feet. "I thought you hailed from the Undercity." You joked, getting up from your sitting place and going behind him to gently push back to the table. "Yes, I do." He said proudly.

You squeezed his shoulders and turned to walk away, unlocking the door with a flick of your finger.

“Where are you going?” He inquired, turning to watch you walk away. “Mother is expecting me.” You walked backward, looking at him and smiling. “Some sort of dinner celebration, event…I don’t know…I just know that I am now obliged to be there, but here…”

With another flick of the wrist, the ceiling above his head became filled with little shimmering stars.

“To keep you company…” You finished with a wink and walked out the door.

You didn’t hear the happy sigh Viktor gave as he looked up at the soft, shimmering lights. And you didn’t see him placing his notebook on the table, walking to the couch, and just staring contently at the little starlight you manifested in the ceiling while gently stroking his palm, remembering how it felt against yours.

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The smile on your face as you made your way to the elevator was cut short when the thing pinged open.

Rictus stood, eyebrow raised, staring at you from inside the empty elevator.

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[musicfeedsmysoul12]

Don’t remember but if so: report ever story like we should when tags are there for ‘reach’.

That isn’t how it works so we need to do it.

I know a lot of people probably would go: oh no we can’t do that because it’s rude/cruel/wrong but it isn’t. So many people are trying to ignore rules and do what they want because they’re allowed to do so on other platforms. TikTok lets people tag for reach but Tumblr and AO3 don’t. I have reported so many stories for using multiple tags like that and I’ll keep doing it.

If you need to ignore all the rules to get your story read: learn to be a better writer. If you’re worried about not everyone seeing your story, let me tell you you’ll piss off more people when they see you tagged for reach then not. If someone is searching for a specific tag and they come across yours thinking it will have it, and it doesn’t, you just made someone upset.

If you do the ‘coming soon’ thing and piss people off, you’re at fault for having no one read your stuff.

I am really sick of how fandom etiquette has gone downhill over the years and that’s not even discussing how I actually don’t feel motivated a lot to write because of it. This is just my frustration as a reader.

So lately I've been finding stories on AO3 with a title and a summary but once I click on it all it says is: chapter coming soon.

Which... I don't even know what to think, I'm so confused. What is the point? I am baffled. Can someone explain this to me? What is the logic behind this?

[araybiaaa]

sofia valdez is not amused by rafe cameron; not when she’s heard enough stories from her friends to know that he’s dangerous. what starts off as disdain towards him, in solidarity with her friends, slowly turns into her falling for the boy she promised to stay away from.

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pairing: rafe cameron x sofia

tags: enemies to lovers, pining, drinking, mentions of drugs.

notes: after what feels like an eternity i’ve finally updated this story lol. i revamped this chapter so much but i think i’m happy with how it turned out! this one is super long, so be aware!

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“Country Club!” Rafe smirks in amusement when he hears the familiar proclamation of Barry’s sing-songy greeting.

He wades his way through the crowd of people, feeling Nicole vehemently lug on his hand as she followed in tow behind him. He peers at her over his shoulder, seeing the upturned furrow of her nose as she clutched her purse securely against her chest. Rafe shakes his head, rolling his eyes at her pompous attitude.

“Rafe, are you sure it’s safe over here?” She whispers, releasing his hand so that she’s able to anchor herself against his arm instead.

When Barry invited him to his party, Rafe had every intention of attending the party alone, but as soon as Nicole learned that he was going out tonight she was adamant on accompanying him even when he told her that the party’s location was behind held on the other side of the island in The Cut. He was reluctant on bringing her, but she promised to keep thoughts and behavior in tact.

“Relax. Nothing’s gonna happen to you,”

Nicole seemed unconvinced at his attempted reassurance, pursing her lips in a deeper frown when a group of guys greeted Rafe in passing. “Ugh! How do you even know these people?” And when she sees Barry suddenly approaching them, she nearly cowers behind Rafe as she tightened her grip.

“Rafe Cameron!” Barry proffered his hand out to greet him in a dapped embrace. Rafe retracts himself from around Nicole’s vice grip so that he’s able to return the gesture. “Took you long enough, the party already started without you!”

Rafe chuckles, casually wandering his eyes around at the partygoers. Everyone here was either inebriated or on the precipice of it. Unlike the parties on figure eight that were lavish and were often thrown at mansions and had hundreds of occupants in attendance; this one was more lowkey which Rafe favored.

He liked that he had separated worlds with separate friends.

Sometimes, it was admittedly easier being around Barry than his other friends. Though years of friendship bonded them as more as brothers than friends, Rafe can admit that he’s found himself preferring Barry’s company as of late as opposed to Topper and Kelce’s. He knows that at least with Barry, he’ll get a night free of pogue-bashing and will actually get to enjoy himself rather than listen to another one of Topper’s drunken spiels.

“You and your lady friend go grab a cup and catch up! You can’t be the only sober motherfuckers here,” Barry insisted; clasping a hand on Rafe’s back before he’s sauntering away to talk to a group of his friends. Knowing that a few cups of beer would definitely be needed with a night with Nicole especially with how she’s acting, Rafe retreated to the keg.

“You want some?” He offers as he pulled the lever down and filled his cup with the frothy liquid until it’s pooled at the rim. She shakes her head in decline, tucking her arms across her chest as she looked around warily at her surroundings. “No one’s going to steal anything from you, Nicole. You’ve gotta lighten up.”

“You don’t know that!”

Rafe rolls his eyes, already past the point of exasperation at her prudish behavior. He’s looking around the party again, absentminded in the gesture, when he sees her. He feels his breath catch in his throat at the sight of her and he averts his eyes over to Nicole, desperately hoping that she hadn’t noticed his unabashed gawking.

He hasn’t seen her since the beach incident. He’d stopped by the club a few times to see if she would be there so he could apologize on behalf of his friends again. But she was either adamantly avoiding him or hadn’t returned to work recently, because every time he asked one of her coworkers for her whereabouts they’d say that she wasn’t there that day.

(And now that he thinks about it — they probably told him that because they were cautious of him; probably thinking he was stalking her or something. Upon this realization, he feels his cheeks pinken and warm in chagrin.)

He hides his blush behind his cup, taking another sip of his beer. His eyes never avert away from her even as she approached Barry. It shouldn’t come as a surprise to him that they know each other but it does. Barry’s a good friend, but he was a bit rough hewn which was completely antithetical of Sofia’s quiet and more reserved personality.

But then Rafe remembered that she’s also friends with JJ Maybank who’s just as intrepid (probably more so) than Barry, so his initial surprise is dissuaded almost immediately. However, unlike JJ, there’s a certain familiarity that he notices between Sofia and Barry that has his curiosity piqued.

When she approaches him, Barry’s mouth stretched in a mirthful smile while hers mimicked a shy one. When he pulls her in for a hug, Rafe notices how long the embrace lasts and how Barry’s hand rests on the small of her back; comfortable in its perch. He turns his head and whispers something into her ear and whatever he says must be hilarious because he could hear Sofia’s laughter ricochet all the way through the kitchen to where he stood.

And it only takes a moment for the realization that they were flirting to dawn upon him. He feels a tightening pulling in his jaw and the skin between his eyebrows furrowed deeply as he narrowed his gaze. It was ridiculous for him to be harboring these feelings of jealousy over someone that wasn’t his (or didn’t even like him) but he couldn’t help the feeling of envy that arose the longer he stared at them.

His mind began to concoct torturous thoughts that did absolutely nothing to subside his jealousy — wondering how they met, why Barry didn’t tell him about her and why his hand hasn’t moved away from her back yet.

“I uh, I have to go talk to Barry about something. I’ll be right back,”

Nicole’s eyes widen in bewilderment as she gives him a perplexed look. “You’re leaving me here alone?” She asks incredulously, almost offended at the prospect.

Rafe sighs, rubbing a hand over his forehead in contemplation. He didn’t want to walk over there with Nicole especially after everything that happened at the beach, but he knows he’ll never hear the end of her nagging if he left her side for even the slightest second.

“Okay, fine. But just don’t say anything when we get over there. Alright?” He didn’t want her taunting Sofia about Ruthie’s rude behavior.

“Okay, jeez.” She murmurs, rolling her eyes as she huffed a petulant pout before trailing behind him in tow. Rafe squeezes his way through the crowd of people, beelining his way over to where Barry and Sofia stood.

They’re still deeply engaged in their conversation; too distracted — with him still leaned down talking in her ear and her eyes crinkling in mirth as her heartfelt laughter filled throughout the room — to notice Rafe’s sudden approach. He substitutes his glower in exchange for a genial smile as he clasped a hand over Barry’s shoulder.

Both Barry and Sofia are retracted from their conversation at Rafe’s sudden interjection. He blinks a look of surprise, but greets Rafe with the same amicability as before, unmoored by the interruption. “Wassup?” His hand abandons it perch on Sofia’s back but he still remains in close proximity of her to where he’s nearly shielding her from his view.

And Rafe wonders if it was intentional.

His eyes wander over Barry’s shoulder, peering down at Sofia. He’s surprised to see that she was already looking at him too with raised brows and an indiscernible expression marring her features. “I uh—” Shit. Rafe paused, inwardly muttering a chastising curse when he realized that he hadn’t fully thought of something to say on his way over here.

He was just so focused on interrupting their moment of intimacy that he didn’t think of a excuse for his interruption. Luckily, it’s Nicole who’s breaking the barrier of the awkward silence as she directed her question to Barry, “Where’s the bathroom?”

Barry looked questioningly over at Rafe before nudging his chin outwardly. “It’s through there. First door on the right,” Nicole murmurs a halfhearted thanks to him, before disappearing down the hallway.

When she’s gone, Barry shakes his head and emanates an amused chuckle. He shakes a finger at Rafe, proclaiming, “You’re my dog, so I can get a pass when I say this, but you’ve gotta get better taste in women. That dick of yours is gonna get you in trouble one of these days,” Barry’s attention averts at the sound of someone beckoning him from across the room. He alerts, narrowing his gaze on the person as recognition settles in.

He turns back to Sofia, “I gotta go handle somethin’ real quick. You cool standin’ here with Rafe til I come back?”

She looks at him warily, but nods at Barry. “I’ll be okay.” And Rafe doesn’t know if he should be offended at the insinuation that she wouldn’t be safe around him. It seemed as if the rumors about him and his past history of violence had caused her to be apprehensive of being alone with him.

After Barry’s left to tend to one of his customers, Rafe averts his attention back on Sofia who stood there hugging her arms around herself as she avoided his gaze. “I uh, I know that I said it before but I really am sorry about what happened,” Her eyes slowly meet his gaze; staring at him with profound intensity like she’s assessing him to determine if there’s any sincerity behind his apology.

After a moment, she shrugs, lowering her eyes as she looked away from him again. “It wasn’t your fault.”

Rafe nods, feeling grateful that he was at least absolved from that. “So, uh, how do you know Barry?” He attempted to appear causal in his inquiry, hoping that she didn’t decipher his ulterior motive behind the question.

She gives him a guarded look, “How do you know him?” She redirects, seemingly avoiding answering the question. “He doesn’t really seem like someone you’d be friends with,”

Rafe shrugged, “Maybe you don’t know me like you think you do,”

Their conversation is interrupted as two guys, stumbling in their inebriated stupor, make their way over to where they’re standing. One of the guys inadvertently loses his footing and nearly collides directly into Sofia. But she manages to evade out of his pathway, gasping softly when she collides against Rafe’s chest instead. He reacts almost instinctively, resting a hand on her waist to steady her.

“Shit. Are you okay?” Sofia nods, her eyes briefly hold his gaze as he stared down at her in concern. Her hand’s pressed against his chest, anchoring herself in place. And he hopes that she doesn’t feel how his heartbeat quickens at her touch — at how much just being in her proximity was affecting him.

At the realization of how close they were standing to each other, Sofia immediately recoils from the embrace as she takes a few steps away from him accruing to the space between them again. He doesn’t even have the opportunity to dwell over his disappointment because Nicole’s suddenly announcing her return. “This party is so lame. Why don’t we go to Topper’s at least he has a pool and coke,”

“Jesus, Nicole!” Rafe reproaches, grabbing ahold of her hand as he tugs her offside, keeping them sequestered from any eavesdropping. “If you didn’t want to be here you didn’t have to come. You’ve been complaining since we got here!”

She gives him a pointed look as she tugs her hand free from his grasp so that she’s able to perch them akimbo instead. “Excuse me for wanting to spend time with my boyfriend but you’ve done nothing but ignore me the entire night—”

Rafe careens, bewildered. “Boyfriend?” He wasn’t exactly certain how she came to this very false assumption about their relationship and the extremities of it; especially when he informed her beforehand that it would be strictly for both of their sexual gratifications and nothing more. But it seemed as if she concocted some idea about this being more than what he intended for it to be.

She furrowed a narrowed look like she’s unsure why he’s the one that confused. She nods, watching as Rafe suspired wryly, running a hand over his face. “Look, we hang out and we have sex but we aren’t dating. I told you what this was before we even started sleeping together.”

He’s trying to assuage his rejection as nicely as he can, cautious to not inadvertently say the wrong thing so that she doesn’t get offended and cause a scene but it appears as if his efforts are futile because he can see her expression altering at his words.

She scoffs in disbelief, shaking her head. “Are you fucking serious right now?”

“You’re a nice girl and you’re fun to hang out with,” When you aren’t being possessive and needy for my attention. “But—”

“Nice and fun to hang out with?!” She reiterates, chuckling in incredulous disbelief at his apparent trivialization. “We’ve been seeing each other for months! So you’re telling me that it was all meaningless sex to you is that it?” He wants to say yes, because she deserves the truth especially after this misconstrued situation but he knows that her reaction would be anything but civil if he were to do so.

So he doesn’t verbally respond, only rubs a hand over his neck as he lowered his eyes away from her unflinched gaze.

“Wow. You’re a fucking asshole.” He parts his mouth to offer a sheepish apology, but her hands are shoving at his chest as she continued her verbal onslaught towards him.

The commotion of everything caught the other partygoers attention. Their gazes thwart from their own conversations onto them, their interests piqued at the sudden entertainment. “You know what? Lose my number and don’t ever call me again!” She says, brushing past him with a nudge of her shoulder.

…

When he turns back around, Sofia’s looking at him with an amused expression lilting across her face. “Wow,” Rafe sighs, wiping off a bit of drink that inadvertently spilled onto his pants in the midst of Nicole’s collision. “Barry’s right, you do have interesting taste in women.”

He gives her a pointed look, admittedly annoyed at the fact that she keeps using Barry’s name in such a familiar context. “Wow, for a second there it almost sounds like you actually care about me and my interests,”

“Don’t flatter yourself.” She avers, tucking her arms against her chest.

He sighs in defeat realizing that the brief moment that they shared earlier where she didn’t seem to despise his presence was merely fleeting and that her disdain for him had made an abrupt return. He didn’t understand her. She wouldn’t even give him the opportunity of salvaging his reputation that his sister tarnished.

He’s gotten accustomed to being the island’s social pariah — he’s heard all of the gossiping whispers and seen the judgmental stares, but none of that compared to withdrawn feeling of rejection that he carries knowing how she feels about him.

“Yo, Sof!” Barry’s voice pierces through the silence that lingered between them. He saunters over to where they’re standing, lugging his arm around Sofia’s shoulder again. “You want some?” He asks, outwardly proffering his cup of beer towards her in a questioning gesture.

Sofia shakes her head, declining his offer as she gently pushed the cup away. “I have to work tomorrow, I can’t show up babysitting a hangover.”

Barry laughs boisterously as he brings his cup up to his parted lips and takes a large swig of the drink. “I forgot how much of a lightweight you are,” He teases, much to her flushing chagrin as she rolls her eyes and playfully nudged at his shoulder.

Having grown tired of being an evidential third wheel to their playful banter, Rafe announces his leave.

“What? Nah. Bro, you just got here!” Barry accents, removing his arm from around Sofia so that he’s able to approach Rafe. “Look, there’s a whole party full of other women to help you get over…ah,” He snaps his fingers as he squeezes his eyes shut, trying (and failing) to remember Nicole’s name.

“Nicole,”

“Nicole!” Barry exclaims, nodding his head as he clasped a hand on Rafe’s shoulder. “Go mingle and find someone else to help you forget about that stuck up bitch.”

He couldn’t tell him that the one person that he wanted to give his time and attention to, couldn’t care less about him. Rafe was jealous of Barry’s fortunate luck of being with someone like Sofia but he also felt guilt ridden for having these traitorous feelings. Barry was a good friend who’s seen and helped him get through some of the most darkest times in his life. What kind of friend was he to repay that kind of support by crushing on his girlfriend in return?

Barry was right about one thing though; he did need to forget about Nicole (and Sofia) and what better way to do that than self indulge in liquor and women to help distract him from his troubling thoughts?

…

When Barry invited her to his party, the last person she expected to see in attendance was kook king Rafe Cameron. Another thing she was completely unaware of? The fact that he and Barry were friends. Sofia’s brain couldn’t comprehend the reality of it even as she watched them interact. Barry despised kooks and everything they stood for and Rafe was the island’s biggest kook — with a father like Ward Cameron and them living in one of the biggest houses on the island to prove it.

It’s about twelve thirty when she decides to call it in for the night. She looks around the room, searching for Barry so she could bid her farewells before she left but he’d disappeared with a group of friends fifteen minutes ago and hadn’t returned since. She didn’t have time to go around to search for him, so she decided to send him a goodbye text instead.

As she’s walking from the front porch to the driveway, she could see Rafe slouched out in one of the chairs on the lawn. His eyes are glossy and as she approached closer to him, she could smell the strong stench of beer wafting off of him.

“Are you okay?” He looked visibly drunk — his head’s lolling to the side, barely able to remain upright and his expression’s languid.

He blinks, guffawing softly at her apropos. “I’m fine. But it’s not like you actually care anyway, right?” He rebuttals, a bit defensive in his response.

Sofia tucks her phone into her back pocket as she sighs, ignoring his abrasive tone. “Are you waiting on someone to pick you up? Or do you need a ride?” Her eyes lowered to his feet where she could see his car keys in the grass next to an empty red solo cup. “I can take you,” She offered, immediately intervening just in case he was thinking about driving himself home.

Rafe shakes his head, waving a dismissive hand at her. “I told you that I’m fine.”

She reaches forward and snatches his keys, tucking them inside her front pocket. “You’re drunk.” She says, perching her hands akimbo as she stared down at him.

“I’m not an idiot, Sofia,” He beseeches, fixing his blurry gaze on her. “Contrary to what you think about me I’m not stupid enough to drink and drive.”

While it relieves her to hear him reassure her of this, it still doesn’t dissuade the discomfort of leaving him alone in this drunken state. “Okay, good. But I’m still keeping your keys so since you don’t have a way home, I’ll take you.”

“I don’t need—I can walk by myself, you know.” He mutters, though contradicting himself a moment later when he inadvertently stumbles when he stands to his feet and has to rest a hand on her forearm to anchor himself.

Sofia wraps an arm around his waist, holding onto him securely as she schlepped him towards her car. The height difference between the two of them along his loss of cognition has Rafe leaning most of his body weight on her, to where she’s pressed up against his chest. He barred his arm around her shoulder, sluggish in his gait as she lead them forward.

Opening the passenger’s door, Rafe slides his arm off of her and murmurs a soft thanks as he brushes past her to climb inside. Her car is much smaller than he is so he has to maneuver around a bit to get comfortable, but despite his efforts his knees still end up being pressed against the dashboard.

“Here, put your address in.” She says, extending her phone outwardly towards him once she’s perched in the driver’s seat.

She turns the keys over as the ignition spurs on. She secures her seatbelt in place, setting the car in reverse as she pulls out of the driveway and descends down the street.

“Do you need water or anything?” She offers, peering over at him as he leaned his head against her window while his hand rubbed at his throbbing temples.

“Careful there Sofia, you’re starting to sound like you actually care about my well-being,” He remarks sarcastically, shifting his position in the seat with a soft grunt as he spreads his legs wider for room.

“You’re in my car. I don’t want you to throw up or pass out or anything,”

Rafe rolls his eyes, scoffing. “I’m fine. I know how to handle my liquor,” He murmurs, fluttering his eyes close as he mindlessly tapped his fingers against his thigh.

Sofia ends the conversation there, leaning forward to turn on the radio to drown out the car’s silence. She thinks he’s fallen asleep and that she’d have a peaceful drive for the rest of the way, but it’s not even five minutes later that he’s blinking his eyes open and turning his head to look at her.

“What?” She questions, suddenly feeling her face flush at the way he’s watching her. She averts her attention away from the road and peers over at him with a raised brow.

“Why do you hate me? I know you’re friends with my sister and she’s said some shit about me but that’s how she feels and it’s understandable. But why do you hate me?”

Sofia looks back at the road, biting on her lip as she tightened her grip around the wheel. She didn’t feel like this was the most appropriate time to talk about this especially while he was drunk, but if he wanted a truthful answer then she wouldn’t hesitate to give him one.

“I don’t hate you, Rafe. I don’t trust you. I might not know you like the rest of them do, but I know my friends and I know that the way they and other people on the island talk about you isn’t for no reason.”

His jaw clenched as he looks away, staring vacantly out of the window. “If you don’t trust me then you shouldn’t have given me a ride home. I don’t want to ruin your reputation by having you be seen with me,” He laments through offense that’s underlined with sarcasm.

“I told you, I couldn’t leave you sitting there.”

Rafe shakes his head at her rebuttal, falling silent for the remainder of the car ride as he kept his attention thwarted on the windows and scenery that they passed by.

When the gps announces their arrival and they pull into the driveway of his mansion, Rafe unlatches his seatbelt and mutters another halfhearted thanks before he’s making his haste exit. She unclicks her seatbelt, just to accompany him to the house to make sure he doesn’t accidentally keel over but he rejects her offer, assuring her that he’d make it inside unscathed. “Are you sure? Because you could barely walk by yourself the first time.”

“I’m good.” He asserts, giving her an indescribable look as he closes the door before walking off. Even with his reassurance, she remains sitting there waiting until he’s entered inside of the house before finally driving off.

…

“Dude, it is a Christmas movie!”

“No, it’s a movie set around Christmas time,” Pope rebuttals.

They all lounged around listening to Pope and John B’s debate on the validity of Die Hard’s categorization for the past ten minutes with Pope regarding the technicalities of why it wasn’t and John B arguing against it. Sofia was listening halfheartedly, laughing every so often at JJ’s interfering commentary though she mostly kept her attention on the strokes of her pencil as she drew in her sketchbook.

“There’s a distinct difference between the two. Christmas isn’t central to the movie’s plot; the heist is.” Pope accents, earning collective groans from both John B and JJ. “If it were more focused on that then maybe—”

“Well, if you’re using that argument that’s like saying Home Alone isn’t a Christmas movie either then,” Sarah ripostes, leaning against John B’s chest as he instinctively wrapped his arm around her shoulder.

“What? No, that’s two different—” Pope’s rebuff falls halfheartedly off of his lips, forgotten in the void. At his abrupt silence, Sofia looks up from her sketchbook to see what was the cause of everyone’s sudden alert attention. Looking around, she gauges her friends’ reaction, seeing all of them wearing the same narrowed and defensive expressions.

“What the hell are you doin’ here?” She hears JJ inquire as he clambered to his feet, maneuvering his way out of Kiara’s embrace.

Turning around in her chair, Sofia’s surprised to see that it’s Rafe standing there. He looks undaunted by JJ’s combative tone and disregards the wayward looks that the rest of the pogues give him. Instead, his eyes focus on Sofia as he looks down at her.

“I need my car keys,”

JJ’s face furrows in a confused expression. “What the fuck are you talking about, Cameron?”

Rafe rolls his eyes, “Nothing that you need to worry about. I’m not talking to you, I’m talking to Sofia,”

JJ scoffs, moving from where he stood so that he was now standing in front of Sofia, blocking her from Rafe’s view. “Last time I remember you two talking, one of your friends threw a drink on her. So, nah, there isn’t about to be anymore talking going on between the two of you again.”

Sofia closed her sketchbook and stood to her feet, resting a hand on JJ’s arm. “It’s fine, JJ.” She attempts to placate, wanting to intervene before the situation had the opportunity to turn hostile. But both Rafe and JJ’s combative personalities made it challenging to assuage.

Rafe chuckles wryly, “You actually think that I’d hurt her?”

“Oh, please!” JJ scoffs, “Don’t act like you haven’t done anythin’ like it before you fuckin’ psycho!”

“J,” Kiara laments, reaching a hand out for his as she gave Rafe a wary look. “Look, just get what you need to get from her and leave all of us alone. Don’t come by here again.” She avers, gently tugging at JJ’s hand so that he’s seated next to her again instead of posted defensively in front of Sofia.

Sofia looks over at Rafe, gesturing a hand towards her car. “They’re in my purse,”

His jaw clenches as he nods, his footsteps recede as he follows Sofia from the house’s porch out to the front yard where her car was parked. She tugs the driver’s door open and grabs her purse, scouring around inside until she finds his keys that she’d kept tucked in there.

She extends the keys towards Rafe, biting on her bottom lip as she lowered her eyes. She doesn’t know why, but she suddenly felt sorry for the way her friends bombarded him like that. It was confusing; because she knows her friends were only protecting her from him (which greatly she appreciated) but there was still a part of her couldn’t help but feel guilt ridden at their verbal attack on him.

“Thanks again,” He turns away, beginning to walk back over towards the truck where she could see Topper in the driver’s seat drumming his fingers in a staccato against the wheel as he waited for him.

“Hey, Rafe?” Rafe pauses mid-gait at the sound of her beckon. He turns around, looking at her with a raised a brow. Sofia falters, swallowing down the concern and apology she was about to extend to him for JJ’s behavior. She shakes her head, waving a dismissive hand. “Nothing,” She laments, watching as the furrow deepened in his expression. She feels herself flushing underneath his unflinched scrutiny and has to hurriedly turn away from him and walk away to avoid his smothering gaze.

“What was that all about?” Sarah asks once Sofia returns to her seated position on the chair.

“Nothing,” She shrugs, “He just got really drunk the other day at a party so I gave him a ride home. But I forgot to give him his keys back.”

“Shit. He didn’t try or say anything did he?” Kiara questions, her face reflects that same worn look of concern that Sarah has upon learning that Sofia had been alone with Rafe. She shakes her reassuringly, easing their worries.

Their playful bickering resumes once they’ve all calmed down after Rafe’s departure. Sofia picks up her sketching pencil, attempting to continue her drawing.

But she found her mind wandering waywardly about something else —

about someone else.

Shit.

[bugtransport]

GENUINELY ONE OF THE HARDEST GOON FIGHTS I'VE EVER SEEN WHAT DID THEY PUT IN THIS

[theoldkyokodied]

One wedding and three funerals

Background paintings under the cut

[gods-perfect-idiots]

something something blood-soaked hands cradling your face something something

anyway here's the post btw

[ardentpoop]

you know.

[jils-things]

MY JOB IS DONE HERE GOODNIGHT EVERYONE IM SLEEPING

[thegreatyin]

How did you manage to handle not one, but FOUR separate accounts in fl? I recently made the account for my HD little guy but having to do the tutorial again just seems miserable

there's... weirdly several answers to that question, actually??

a HUGE part of it is due to the way FL is structured. the 10-minute action timer is a core part of the game on a fundamental level, and the fact that i can very easily run out of stuff to do on one character and thus have an excuse to quickly and easily swap to another is just... convenient? satisfying? i'm not entirely sure how to explain it. the fact that i can make progress even while i am fundamentally simultaneously Not Making Progress is like pure dopamine for my freak insane awful little brain. there's just something really pleasing about spending all of my actions pursuing The Goal Of The Day™ on one account before casually swapping to another and doing the same without feeling like i'm wasting time or acting to the first account's explicit detriment. the downtime helps! the recharge time helps! the structure really really works!!

i'm technically only actively playing three, maybe two accounts minimum. the only reason the fourth (the one that'll be my future BaL playthrough) currently exists at all is so i can get his earlygame completely out of the way now and not have to waste time running through it all later, when what i actually want to do is play the ambition i've made myself wait a full year to play. and also getting free goodies as seasonal stuff happens,, something something surprise tools to help us later. the only two accounts i'd say i'm really "actively playing" at the moment are caeru and lark- and of the two, lark takes the most priority, since his ambition is the one i'm currently pursuing in earnest. for a couple months now- despite being My Main FL Character- the scoundrel has actually been pretty inactive on a gameplay front outside of the occasional progression in TLC and discordance content. purely by virtue of having Very little left to do outside of Very long-term grinds and vanities. they're in their "now what?" "now you can start playing the game" era. they've graduated to previous protagonist background cameo in a sequel anime series. they're like the yin FLPC equivalent of red at the top of mount silver. they're Literally just vibing rn. i only keep posting about them regardless because i'm insane and i will never ever ever ever ever let that bat go. but yeah, big TLDR, outside of doing the bare minimum to keep making waves/notability up every week, i'm not actually spending that much time on accounts i'm not currently actively interested in playing. and that accounts for way more gaming spoons than you might think.

i have a virtually lifelong history of playing MMOs, especially and specifically world of warcraft. i was born in the endless grind for useless video game pixel vanities and/or bragging rights. molded by it. you all have merely adapted to doing the same piece of content a pointlessly excessive amount of times for literally no reason besides whimsy and folly. me? i've done my time. i've served my sentence. i've spent weeks doing the original burning crusade netherwing dailies. i've devoted days to running praetorium over and over and over again, back-to-back, nonstop, long before square enix cut it in half and made it NOT take at minimum an hour and a half per run. i've perfected my silverwastes + auric basin goldfarming strategies. i've (almost) crafted dragonwrath tarecgosa's rest. i've killed the sha of anger so many times its dying scream of agony is embedded into the very fabric of my being. ""only"" doing making your name content four times over? that is nothing to me. it means nothing to me. it is so infinitesimal i can do the persuasive seduction quests in my sleep. it's not a matter of handling misery, or having the capacity, or even sighing as i remember the brass embassy raid segment of the watchful questline seriously i don't know why i keep forgetting that exists or what even is my problem with it i just am so consistently mildly inconvenienced by it and its highly specific resource requirements and it is the worst thing ever. maybe i'm just so used to the scoundrel's near-infinite money and troves of disposable items that i've completely forgotten what being poor is like. despite having done that step 3 fucking times now. ahem. anyway. i have transcended the feeble mortal bindings of my resistant-to-grinding flesh and ascended to a higher plane of enlightenment, they may call me insane but they will be the ones left laughing when they see what that "insanity" has wrought, i've usurped them, i've usurped them all-

hacks and coughs and awkwardly clears my throat. i mean. uh. um. Ahem.

the empress' court artistry + tales of the university nerfs helped too.

[lunarharp]

"Found out" set in kind of a made-up chapter where the girls are in trouble, or something.

[fountainpenguin]

Things that happened in Martyn & Cleo Double Life canon:

Cleo hoping to find her soulmate and start a life with them

Cleo dumping Martyn without giving him a chance to explain his side of the story, but hearing him out when he comes to her later

Martyn watching Cleo through his spyglass and telling the audience she seems safe and happy even though he thinks it's weird she's outside at night

Martyn, after he's had time to consider how he wants to play this, spinning a story about trying to be a provider for her and Cleo explaining that she wanted him, not things

Cleo not being remotely impressed by the "I was providing" sob story, lol

Martyn calling Cleo selfish for choosing to be with Scott because she's supposed to be HIS soulmate and he wants a partner

Cleo willing to forgive Martyn if he meets them halfway

Martyn refusing to meet them halfway because he doesn't think he did anything wrong

Martyn screaming about how Cleo's building bridges with Scott but "When will she think about mending our bridges???"

Martyn explaining to Cleo that he doesn't understand why his Session 1 actions bothered them

Martyn centering his character arc and roleplay on trying to win Cleo back without actually apologizing

Cleo giving Martyn a flower and stating that if he loses it, she'll be real cross with him

Cleo chasing Martyn out of her yard because he tried to put an HOA sign on her base and she wanted to make it clear that she wasn't associated with them and their hate for his base (even though she does think his heart base is strange)

Martyn attacking Cleo after she said attacking is a form of affection to her

Cleo setting boundaries with Martyn and explaining what he can do to get her back

Cleo sighing when Scar set her up on a date with Martyn, but taking the chance to talk to him instead of walking out

Cleo genuinely wanting Martyn in her alliance

Martyn and Cleo giggling constantly when they chat

Scar asking if Martyn wanted him to play a romantic music disc for him and Cleo (and Martyn getting excited and saying yes)

Martyn offering to take Cleo's armor and weapons to the deep dark so he can enchant them and bring them back while she stays safe

Cleo gifting Martyn diamonds, expecting nothing in return but not wanting him to die from lack of a good sword

Martyn and Cleo forming a secret alliance that allows Cleo to live with Scott while being on good terms with Martyn

Martyn expressing frustration that Cleo wants to keep this alliance secret because he wants them to be public allies; Cleo softly shushes him when people approach and might overhear

Martyn telling Cleo that she's putting out a lot of mixed signals because she keeps reeling him in and then pushing him away, claiming he is very confused about where he stands with her

Martyn teasing Cleo by punching her off a cliff and accidentally killing her and feeling so bad about it that he apologizes profusely despite roleplaying as someone who refused to apologize for Session 1

Martyn and Cleo immediately threatening Bdubs together when he said hi to them while they were hanging out, sdkfj

Martyn genuinely apologizing to Pearl for dumping her after Session 1

Martyn hiding under Cleo's bed while she defends him from an enderman attack

Cleo offering to let Martyn move into her house after Etho and Joel grief his base; Martyn saying he might take her up on that

Cleo and Martyn agreeing to move out and base together at Box

Cleo trusting Martyn with the location and resources of her red life base

Martyn rushing to Cleo's aid in the deep dark and trying to turn everyone against him instead

Cleo responding to Martyn's panicked shouts for her to eat by opening her inventory to get food (and drowning because she forgot she was in water)

Cleo hanging back and letting Martyn attack Scott while she does nothing to stop him from doing so, implying as much as she likes Scott, she won't kill Martyn (and herself) for him (and/or she trusted Scott to handle himself even though he ran away while Martyn was shooting at him)

Things that did not happen:

Cleo unwilling to forgive Martyn or consider being his friend and partner

Martyn and Cleo hating each other

Thank you for coming to my TED Talk

[fantasticalleigh]

🖤🖤🖤🖤Another one for The Education of a Lady 🖤🖤🖤🖤

used this Pin as a reference

[mars-ipan]

god i cannot wait to be off these steroids…