#luckily i haven’t really seen anything like that since i actually have been in the fandom lol

[saras-almanac]

BuckTommyWeekend Day 2: A figure from their past

BuckTommyWeekend Day 2: A figure from their past

Title:  What we have

Fandom:  911 (ABC)

Pairing:  Buck/Tommy

Summary:  Buck had complicated feelings after they run into Abby. Luckily, Tommy is there to comfort him. For the prompt: A figure from their past for @bucktommyweek

Notes: I have a lot of thoughts about Abby and her relationship with Buck (plus just thoughts on her character in general). And this is a part of something much longer I’d written but it was just bits and pieces—the meeting, the aftermath, Tommy talking with Athena or Maddie, this scene—just too much going on and too much to write in a day when my brain was still coming up with the actual idea for this. So this is what I’ve got.  

Tommy hadn’t thought much of this meeting Abby at the time. Apparently she was in town for some meeting or other for one of her stepdaughters and him and Evan had happened to run into her as they were leaving the restaurant they had brunch at.

Evan had gotten a bit quiet but smiled and politely introduced him as “This is Tommy,” before Abby started telling him about her life. It was about three minutes of a quick catch up before Evan and him continued on their way out and honestly, Tommy hadn’t thought it was strange.

But now It’s been over a week since he’d last seen Evan and he was trying not to worry or get caught up in his own head about what this all might mean. He was off today, so maybe Tommy could convince him to meet up for lunch or at least just talk later today.

Thankfully the doorbell rang at that moment, pulling Tommy out of his potential spiral.

He opened the door and there stood Evan, holding two coffees and a bag of food.

“I brought coffee and burritos,” Evan said.

Tommy ushered him in and followed him to the kitchen. “It’s been a minute. But I’m happy to see you.”

“Me too.” Evan set everything on the counter, dropping his duffel on the floor, and then turned to him, basically wrapping himself around Tommy.

“Is everything all right?”” Tommy asked.

“Yes,” Evan said. “I mean, it’s getting there?”

“Would you want to tell me about what you’re thinking about?” Tommy asked, pulling away and gently pushing Evan toward the stool by his counter. “While you eat a little something.”

Evan sat down but made no move toward his food. He sighed. “I told you about Abby. My ex. The one we ran into a couple weeks ago.”

Tommy nodded. “Yeah. I mean, a little.”

“Right, well seeing her sort of threw me off—Not because I’m dating you or freaking out about my bisexuality and stuff,” Evan rushed to reassure him. “It just… I guess it just brought a lot of old feelings, things that trigged some old insecurities. And I wasn’t expecting it. I mean, it’s been years and looking back, it’s not even like we were really together together so I don’t know really what happened.”

“Feelings can be surprising,” Tommy said. “They come back around in the strangest ways sometimes.”

“Yeah,” Evan said. “But I don’t even think about her anymore. I don’t. I’m not like in love with her or want her back or anything--I swear.”

“I didn’t think you did, but thank you for the reassurance,” Tommy said. “Seeing people who used to play a big part in our lives brings up a lot of emotions. And that’s okay.”  

“That’s what Dr. Copeland said too,” Evan said shaking his head. “I called her because it just triggered a lot of feelings, feelings of insecurity that I thought I’d dealt with. But when you come face-to-face with your biggest failure those feelings can come back.”

“You and Abby not working out is not a failure,” Tommy said.

“I know that. Now,” Evan said. “But it’s what happened when I saw her again. It was my first relationship where I did everything right. I followed everyone’s advice, everyone’s ideas, followed Abby’s lead. I did everything I was supposed to. And she left anyway. Which, I don’t have to tell you made me panic and worry about you, about us.”

“Well, I’d argue that we haven’t’ done anything right in the way that other people would have it or do it,” Tommy said, nudging Evan with his shoulder. “But I also can’t’ say that we’ve done nothing right because a look where we are, what we have.”

“That’s what I realized,” Evan admitted. “At least part of it.”

“What’s the other part?” Tommy asked.

“So it’s like this,” Evan said, amping up and already starting to gesture with his hands. “I think I thought so highly of Abby for so long, right? She was this woman who was mature and knew what she wanted and had a whole life and still wanted me; it’s like she made me better or at least want to be a better man. And after she left, I was terrified that she’d taken that part of me with her, the mature Buck, the guy who was dependable and worthy.”

Tommy clenched his jaw because he hated hearing Evan talk about himself in terms of worthiness or usefulness. Granted, it was a bit of the pot calling the kettle black, but Tommy usually operated under a “do as I say, not as I do” policy.

“And seeing her again, seeing her with you just put so much into perspective for me,” Evan said. “I always thought of her as my first real relationship, but seeing her next to you, knowing what we have, how you treat me, it finally dawned on me that we didn’t have a relationship. Or we did, but like not the one I wanted, the one I thought we had.”

Tommy gently moved the coffees out of the way. “And what was that?”

“I thought we had this amazing relationship where we could be ourselves, someone I could share myself with and someone who wanted that too,” Evan said. “But I think I was just a physical presence for her during a hard time in her life. Someone who was there, who helped shoulder some of the weight, and then someone she just left behind because I didn’t matter to her. Not like I wanted to.”

Evan sighed. “And then I just saw her standing next to you and couldn’t help but think about all the things you know about me, the things you like about me, and I realized that she never really knew me at all.”

“It doesn’t sound like she did,” Tommy said gently, carefully. “Because if she had, I doubt she’d have been able to leave.”

“See and that,” Evan said, reaching over to grab Tommy’s hand. “You’d never do that to me. To anyone really. You’d never just take off, knowing you were done with me, without telling me. Yeah, it would crush me to lose you, but you’d still at least tell me. You wouldn’t leave me hanging on, waiting for any words of our future when you had no plans to come back.”

Evan squeezed his hand between both of his. “I just, I love you so much and I feel so lucky to have you in my life that sometimes I panic that I’m not quite good enough for you. And I want to be.”

Tommy reached out, cradling Evan’s cheek in his hand. “You are good enough. You’re more than good enough for me.”

“Even when I’m having a crisis and stupidly keep myself from you for 12 days?” Evan asked.

“Even then,” Tommy assured him, pressing a quick kiss to his forehead.

#i love supportive emotionally mature conversations so that's what we have here #might expand on this more in the future which is likely a thing i'm going to say for each of these since i'm writing them all this weekend #bucktommy #bucktommyweekend #evan buckley #tommy kinard #911 fic #my fic

[missjanjie]

fun fact! i almost joined the drag race tumblr fandom when i was recovering from surgery in 2016 but when i made a post saying sometimes drama isn’t necessary and i like being able to focus on the art of drag, people decided it was reason enough to dog-pile on me and treat me like absolute garbage that i was like damn never fucking mind

#luckily i haven’t really seen anything like that since i actually have been in the fandom lol #but like there was almost a world where i started out as a biadore writer can you imagine

[justjams2003]

Fast Pace- 15

I'd just like to thank @multi-universe21 for the Spanish Translations for these last two chapters.

The last one guys! This is the very last chapter! I can't believe it. I've been putting off posting this all day, because I'm so sad that this is over now :( Keep in mind, my request are always open. And I'll miss all you pookies so much 🫶. Follow if you'll miss me too, or don't. 🫶

Summary: You're a hard-working Chef in Paris and after a freak accident run-in with Carlos Sainz, your life makes a 180. Let's just say with a certain agreement, you get your bills paid and in return stand in as Carlos' girlfriend for the press. But will you be able to handle the pressure and ensure the lines don't blur?

Pairing: Sugar Daddy!Carlos Sainz x Sugar Baby!Reader

Warnings: I've aged up Carlos, he is 33 in this fic. Smut (Actually this time!!), sexual themes, age difference, manipulation, control, slight obsession, the word 'daddy', nudity, i guess Instagram posts?? Angst! Lots of it! Tell me if I missed any

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Part 14

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The cold air hits your face, you don’t remember Paris being this cold. It doesn’t help that the dress you’re being fitted with doesn’t do much for heat. You pull the coat you’d been given closer to your body. It’s luckily big, Dior doesn’t want any paparazzi seeing their opening outfit.

You’re exhausted, it’s two days before fashion week starts. You’ve been pulled into a million places, auditions, fittings, rehearsals and everything in between. The cold air makes you crave a cigarette so badly. Not only that, you miss Carlos more than anything. You haven’t seen him in a month. You call almost every night, but it still isn’t enough. When he’s busy, you’ll play the Ferrari video again. He isn’t himself, but it is close enough.

You can hear someone calling your name but assume that it’s the same people who have been calling you all day. That is of course, until someone grabs you from behind and turns you around to face them.

Your fight or flight kick in before you can even see who it is. Your arms flail and your legs kick in all different directions. Not really caring for the pins stabbing into your side. Where are Otis and Brutis when you truly need them?

“Y/N, Y/N! C'est moi! C’est moi!” You know that voice, you know that accent, you know these strong arms. Your kicking stops, but your screaming doesn’t. “Bérenger! Let go of me, you fucker!” He does, he drops you right as you are. You don’t even turn to him, your bare feet hit the pavement with some speed. Before you can even open the door again, he stops you once more.

He calls you again, but this time you turn to him with fury. “Don’t you remember? I’m a whore, and a slut who sleeps with pedos?” You can see your brother bite the inside of his cheek. “What? You were so opinionated when Jean was disowning me! Now, you have nothing to say?” You scoff at his utter silence, but it doesn’t last long.

“Nothing I say will make you believe me, so I’ll just show you.” He pulls out a phone and shows you an image. “What the fuck is this?” He sighs at you refusing to even look at his phone. “It’s a picture of Carlos at the restaurant where you worked, three months before you actually met.” You trusted him, just as you had trusted Jas and Ilsa and told him everything.

Now you regret it more than anything. You look, and you recognised those booth seats and plates, you’d seen them so many times before. You shrug, “May be, but it could be chalked up to coincidence. What are you even trying to say?” His jaw locks and then he swipes to the right, then again and again and then he hands you the phone telling you to do the same.

“Bérenger, what am I looking at?” He still looks on edge but continues to explain. “I hired a private detective. He found this on Carlos’ cloud.” Now you laugh at him, “That’s not possible. I’ve looked at Carlos’ pictures before, and I’ve never seen these photos before.” You go to leave, thinking he’s just lying to hurt you again.

“His phone, yes! But not his laptop, not his PC, and not his cloud.” It’s true, yes. “What would these photos even mean?” You cross your arms, finally allowing him to speak. “He’s been stalking you, can’t you see? Months before you even met and he has hundreds of photos of you!”

This catches your attention. You sigh, and shake your head, trying to make sense of what he is saying. “Please, Y/N, you’re my sister. All our siblings missed you so much over Christmas. The girls were so excited to see you got engaged and couldn’t believe their ears when I told them what happened.”

This hits you in the stomach. It has to be wrong. He has to be lying. Or else your whole world will truly become crumbling down. More than ever before. “Is, is that all?” He shakes his head repeatedly.

“No, no there’s so much more.” How could there ever possibly be more than stalking? “I have to go, but I have just one day off tomorrow before a hectic week. Here’s my hotel room, we’ll talk.”

Your heart is racing in your ears, you don’t really listen to the people talking to you. You just sit in the makeup chair, trying to keep your stomach from twisting and turning. It has to all be lies, right? He must just be trying to get in your head, to hurt you even more. But, if you truly believed that it's all lies, why would have you agreed to meeting him?

The ringing hits your ear, not panic ringing but your phone. Your hands shake seeing Carlos’ name on your phone. For a fact, you know that if you don’t answer, he is going to worry all day. You don’t want that, he’s your fiancé! But, does he really love you or are his jokes more the truth. Each time he tells you he’s obsessed with you, flies through your mind.

Was he being honest with you? Waiting for you to realise? You turn airplane mode on and the phone goes quiet.

Then there’s also the option of your brother lying. After all, he didn’t defend you that night. He didn’t leave with you when your parents kicked you out. In fact, he made it even worse. He called you and Carlos horrible names and haven’t tried to reach out.

Now you wish Kika was with you on this Dior shoot to help you think all this out.

“You have 10 minutes because 10 minutes is all you gave me.” You both sit down on the balcony of your hotel room. You show him the 10-minute timer on your phone and as soon as the clock starts ticking he begins talking. “I don’t need ten minutes. I can tell you all you need to know now.” You don’t say a word, allowing him to continue.

“Carlos paid us a million euros to disown you.”

He doesn’t even say another word, clearly he can see you spinning. “What?” He nods and then pulls out his phone. Your eyes don’t deceive you. Nothing is truer than the image of your parents sitting on the porch of their new mansion. Bright smiles are on their faces. He swipes to the next photo and you see your siblings being spoiled with lavish gifts.

Now you’re glad that you’re sitting down. Your heart rate has skyrocketed, and you can’t help but look around at everything you now own. The million-euro ring on your finger feels much heavier than ever before. Suddenly you feel exhausted, and a throbbing headache makes itself known. Your throat is dry and your eyes burn with tears.

“No, no, this…this is edited. It must be.” The sun feels too bright and your chest feels too tight. What else is left for you, if you don’t have Carlos? Yes, you have Kika and Alex, but if you lose Carlos you lose them too.

You’ve kicked your friends out of your life. You don’t have your family anymore. He’s it. Carlos is the only real stable person in your life. His family, his friends, they’re the only people you have.

Your brother panics, he pours you a glass of water and you swallow it with one big gulp. What’s even worse than having no one but him, is you realise that that is what he wanted. He wanted himself to be the only one in your life. For you to be isolated and depend on him and only him. He’s used his influence and his money to remove your friends, your family, your job and your person.

“Ilsa? Jasmine? Did he…?” Bérenger nods before you can even finish your sentence. It confirms your thoughts. “There’s more…” he pours you another glass of water. “He planned your meeting. We searched and we couldn’t find a single article of any mob or crazy fans that whole day. We looked in further… and found out that he paid your old boss to make sure you ended up in that ally on that day.”

What?

He's obsessed. He's crazy.

Then the contract enters your mind. NDA. Non-disclosure agreement. Is this why he had you sign it? You thought it was just a safety concern for Ferrari. To make sure they don’t lose any sponsors or something like that. Now you see it’s to protect himself. All just to make sure you don’t say a word. Because if this gets out, he’ll lose everything. He’d be in an even worse position than you.

“Bérenger. You need to leave.” His brows furrow together. “I have photos of that too if you don’t believe me. Recordings, audios, you name it.” You shake your head.

“No, no. I signed an NDA. You aren’t allowed to know any of this. He could sue you into oblivion. He could…” Memories of him saying he’d have people fired. The look in his eye when he would tell you what would happen.

He doesn’t move. “No, no. You’re my sister. He can sue me all he wants.” You shake your head, over and over. Standing up on your wobbly legs. Trying to push his huge body from the seat. “He’ll do worse. Much worse, I’m sure.” His eyes go big at your reaction. “Leave. Now.” He sighs and then takes your phone and puts in his new number.

“If you need me. For anything. Message me, call me.” You can only nod. “Be careful. Don’t let the guards see you looking anything but normal.” Then you realise, they’d likely already told Carlos that Bérenger has visited. “Turn your location off. Don’t use the same road twice. His reach is far. Be careful.”

Your mind is reeling. Should you call him or wait for him to call you? If he does call you, should you lie? Pretend you don’t know anything and then buy a plane ticket with your own money? How would you even get to the airport without the guards? If you leave now, you’ll lose all your modelling jobs. Everything you’d been working hard for. Your dreams, you’d be throwing your dreams down the drain.

The phone rings, and you see his name on your screen. Your hands shake as you answer the phone. You don’t hear anything and can’t even speak. “¿Mi amor?” He asks through the phone, sounding just so innocent. ‘My love’. Are you really his love or just something he owns? Like some watch he’s crazy about.

You go to speak, but your throat fails you. Sobs echo through the hotel room. “Y/N? Are you okay? What’s going on? Talk to me.” Your tears become more, he was so perfect. Too perfect. “What did you do?” Your voice is just above a whisper but you can hear him shift on the other end.

He chuckles, thinking it’s some sort of prank. “What are you talking about? Don’t mess with me now. You didn’t call me back yesterday. I was worried sick.” Each of his words are like knifes into your heart. “Bérenger told me everything.” It’s such a struggle to even speak. “And you believe him?” He doesn’t even ask what Bérenger told you. It just confirms it more to you.

“He showed me the photos, Carlos.” You can hear him curse in Spanish on the other side. “Carlos, I loved you, how could you do this to me?” You pull your legs close to your chest, some sort of protection. It doesn’t stop your heart pounding. “And you still do. You still love me, don’t you mi amor? You told me, I’d never get in trouble with you.”

You scoff at his pleas. “That’s before I found out that you paid my parents to disown me!” He scoffs the same as you had. “You say that as if you loved them because they didn’t love you. Think about it, mi amor, they took the money, didn’t they? If they loved you they would’ve kicked me out there and then. But they didn’t.”

He’s right. Who would be so evil as to give up their own daughter, just like that? Clearly, you never really meant much to them. Why are you caring now? He must sense you coming to this realisation.

“I did it for you. I hate the way they made you feel. Weren’t they so cruel? They would hurt you over and over and I couldn’t stand it. Shouldn’t my love be a good enough reason?”

Another cry courses through you. It’s quiet for quite a bit, just the sound of your crying. You can hear the shuffling before he speaks. “We’re hoping on the plane now. Don’t go anywhere.” This just makes your cries worse. “No, no, please. You can keep everything. The car, the jewels, the clothes anything. Just, please don’t hurt me. Or my family.”

You can hear his footsteps stop. “No, no, mi amor. You know I’d never hurt you. Don’t you?” You don’t say anything, you can’t. You’re shaking and your cries become too much. “Don’t do anything rash. We’ll be there tomorrow.” You throw the phone across the bed, wanting to be as far away as possible from it.

Without even thinking, you throw open the door and face your bodyguards. They don’t even turn to you. “Who are you two loyal to? Me or Carlos?” They don’t say anything, like always. You pluck on Otis’ sleeve, he’s shorter and you’ve him smile…once but once is enough for you to reach out. “If Carlos comes for me, trying to take me, who will you go with?”

You can see him gulp and his face soften. “Carlos will not hurt you.” His words are soft and it’s the first time either of them has spoken of you. You scoff and jump on the balls of your feet.

“Answer the question.” You can see he bites his tongue. “We are paid to protect you, from everyone. But also to report everything you do to Carlos.” It’s Brutis who speaks, you both seem shocked.

“Thank you,” it’s all you say before closing the door. You grab your phone again and call your assistant slash publicist slash just about everything. “Y/N, hello beautiful, what can I do for you?” Her voice is always chirpy but it quickly changes when you ask her what would happen if you didn’t show up to any of your shows.

She chuckles, clearly incredibly nervous by your sudden change of heart. “You’d be blacklisted. Not showing up to Dior? As the opener? Yeah, word will spread and you won’t get another runway job again. Why do you ask?” You can hear her panic about her job. “I signed an NDA.” It’s all you say, you don’t want anyone else’s life being ruined.

You sit back down on the bed. Now you need to think clearly. Why exactly is your brother telling you all this? It can’t be to protect you, because if that was the case then he would’ve done exactly as Carlos said. If he really did care about you, he would’ve tried harder.

Bérenger would’ve told him no, beat Carlos’ ass. But he didn’t, so clearly he doesn’t care too much about you.

So why did he bring this to you? Why else but to hurt you and your relationship. Force a break between you and Carlos. To make sure to ruin your connection with him, so that you’d lose the love of your life. Not only that, but you lose everything. Your new family, the Sainz, your new friends, Alex and Kika, and your career.

You’ve dreamed of tomorrow all your life. To walk down that runway, with all those cameras flashing and people screaming. Your wildest dream was walking for someone like Dior. As a little child, you’d wear your mother’s clothes and put on a little runway show for your siblings. It was one of the few times they’d show some sort of interest.

When you were cooking, you’d always imagine being on a show. Explaining in great detail what you're making and people would love it. People would love you. That’s what you’ve always wanted if you really think about it. To be adored and obsessed over. And that’s what Carlos has given you. He’s given you a world where this is a reality.

You peek behind the curtain and look at all those seats. Then you look at the window outside and see the incredibly long line of people. Much more than the seats put out. An hour. One whole hour before you walk the runway for the very first time. Now just any runway, the Christian Dior runway.

Yes, you spend weeks practising your model walk. You’ve rehearsed this runway three times now. Your outfit is perfect, your hair is perfect, all you’re waiting for now is makeup, jewellery and touch ups. But you can feel your heart in your ears. Yes, you’ve wanted this all your life but now that it’s here, you feel like throwing up.

All those people, watching your every move. They’ll know if you’re breathing too heavily, if you're walking too fast, you’re certain that they can smell fear. And boy are you scared. What if you slip and fall. Then again, Naomi Campbell fell on the runway and that became an iconic moment. But are you as iconic as her? Could you ever live up to her?

What if you sneeze and the whole dress bursts open? What if the dress just falls apart as you walk, leaving you naked for everyone to see? You’d be the laughingstock of the model world. Never again seen on the runway, doomed to forever be remembered as the girl whose dress fell apart. Or the girl who was far too unprofessional for the runway.

“Are you okay?” The makeup artist’s voice snaps you out of your hyperventilation. Your thoughts are torn between two very important things. But really they come together for one big thing, your future. And one question affects both things. Do you still want to be with Carlos? “Yeah, sorry. My mind is just all over the place. Very nervous, my first show.” You shrug and she smiles.

“What usually helps when you're nervous?” His name instantly pops into your mind. “My fiancé. He’s always been my rock.” There hasn’t been a moment since you met him that he hasn’t been there for you. If that’s due to an obsession or love, does it really matter? What really is the difference? What if love isn’t enough for you?

Your parents claimed to love you. Your friends claimed to love you. You claimed to love your job. But all three of those are lost at just the mention of money. Not Carlos. To him, money wasn’t even an object. He didn’t care if you got your new shoes dirty or never wore something his money bought. Because to him, there’s always more money but not more of you.

“Speaking of…” the make-up artist’s eyes glance to one of the side entrances. His hair is always something you notice first. You hope he never loses it, even if he goes completely grey. Then it’s the crinkle in his brow, he’s always so worried. Then the way his eyes scan the room, always looking for you. It’s not that he always wants you by his side, it’s just that he wants you safe.

He’s by your side before you can even blink. His hands fit into yours, and like always you reach for the other. “Mi amor, please let me explain.” He’s down on his knees, opening himself up to vulnerability. So many people here could take a photo at any time. But he doesn’t care, he just thinks about you and keeping you.

“Carlos, I can’t do this.” His eyes go big and he shakes his head. “No, no please mi amor. I love you, I can’t lose you. I know some actions to protect you might have been a bit… unorthodox but it all came out of love.” You chuckle and kiss his forehead. “I know and you’re right. Good riddance, I mean. If they gave me up that easily, for that little amount, then I’m better off without them.”

His face lights up and he gives you his charming smile. “You mean it?” You nod and smile, “What I can’t do, is this show. Ask Ava here, I’ve been hyperventilating this whole time. I’m sure she’s so annoyed with me.” The girl gives an uncomfortable chuckle, likely more worried about her job than yours.

He stands up and rubs your shoulders. “Don’t worry, handle it like you do the paparazzi. Because you handle it better than any celebrity that I’ve ever seen.” He holds back your hair, keeping it out of Ava’s way, still gentle enough not to ruin the style. You laugh, it feels like so long ago now, your first real encounter with fans.

“Will you be watching?” “Of course, imagine it’s just me in the audience. Just you and me.”

“Carlos Sainz Vázquez de Castro Junior, ¡ven aquí ahora mismo o llamaré a tu padre! Quieres decepcionar a papá? Porque si lo haces no podrás venir más a las carreras.” I can’t help but laugh, hearing my wife scold my eldest.

He’s likely run off again trying to find me or Lando or even Charles. It’s nice to hear her speak Spanish. As soon as we found out she was pregnant, she began learning immediately. And she picked it up quick.

“I am shaking in my boots.” Her eyes shine seeing me. Clearly, she’s tired, but still, she is glowing. “Papa!” The little man runs up to me at full speed. His Ferrari shirt is still too big for him at four. But he does insist he’s a big many and doesn’t need the baby sizes. “Are you being naughty? Didn’t I say we must always listen to Mama?”

His wide smile falls, “I’m sorry, papa,” I hate seeing him upset like this. But he does need to know that what she says goes. “You know what they say, happy wife happy life.” Charles comes up behind me, tickling Junior making him cry out in giggles. He then greets Y/N and picks up one of the twins. Also tickling his feet as the other is as always perched on my wife’s hip.

“Aw man, this is why I love the Spanish GP so much,” Charles comments and I can hear my beautiful wife laugh again. “What? To admire my family?” He nods with a smile, “You know it.” I can’t help but shake my head. “Ai, no, get your own.” Charles just rolls his eyes at my shenanigans before he is called away.

I place Junior down, telling him to sit tight. I then bend down and rub her swollen belly. “How are you, mi amor? How is our girl treating you?” She sighs and her fingers find my hair.

“She’s much nicer to me than these two were. But you know how it is when we get to the eight month mark.” I coo and kiss her head. I love seeing her swollen like this. Hands full with our children, in the role I have chosen for her.

“What’s on your mind?” She’s so warm and I just can’t keep anything from her. When she wasn’t pregnant it was hard to say no. Now, it’s basically impossible. “I think I should retire…” Her brows furrow and her bottom lip pops out. It’s no wonder where Junior gets it from. “I have a championship behind my back and this year is looking like another…”

She shrugs and then nods, “You’re his hero, you know? I just don’t want to break that bubble for him.” I sigh, placing my head on her round stomach. The baby kicks my chin and I can’t help but chuckle. “I’m 38, mi amor, my contract ends this year. I don’t want to miss more of my kids growing up.” She holds my face in her hands, this is what I imagine heaven would be like.

“I’ll support you all the way.” I nod and give her a kiss. She pulls Elija, the youngest closer to her. They’re just over a year old. “Look who’s the main breadwinner now.” Elija just babbles on as a reply. This is more than enough for me.

She’s mine, all mine. Three beautiful kids with one on the way. A championship to my name. There is nothing else I could want.

The End.

I just want to quickly add, that this story was written before the Epstein list came out. If the mention of Noami Campbell is too much, please, please tell me so, so that I can delete the mention of her immediately. But like,,,, I'm just a girl and idk what to do 🤷 please tell me what to do😭 Okay, love you bye <3

#Fast Pace #carlos sainz #carlos sainz jr #carlos sainz x you #carlos sainz x reader #carlos sainz smut #sugar daddy!carlos sainz x sugar baby!reader #sugar daddy!carlos sainz #sugar daddy!carlos sainz x reader #formula one #formula 1 #f1 #f 1 x reader

[svajonesblog]

Look at my eyes pt2

Characters: Lee Minho x fem!reader , skz are mentioned

Tw : gang activity, Minho is written as a softie drugs angst knives blood happy ending, swearing a lot of it ,reader gets disowned

A month has passed since the argument Minho hadn’t heard form you,he understood you , HE was the one who picked a fight with you “ I’m sorry that I’m a fuck up “your words played in his head every passing moment he wanted to tell you so bad that he didn’t think that you were a fuck up he was just scared? Worried? Shocked ? He doesn’t know really it was such a weird moment seeing the things in your bag his breath catching in his throat you yelling him yelling you walking away it was all so much to him but thinking about a lot of things Minho realized that you never actually told him your story he just got the important things at least what you made him think the important things were he know your favorite things where you come from ,that you’re an only child ,that music was something you were so passionate about, what your tattoos meant ,he never actually knew anything about your family friends job he actually realized that he never let you explain what made you do what you do, thinking about it it was stupid just because you weren’t ……how do you say it ? Oh yeah !” Wifey material “ it didn’t mean that it was the end of the world

That’s how he found himself at the bar you worked at he hasn’t been here since the day you guys came to celebrate hobie’s that dude who owns the places birthday that’s when he found out that it was actually a fightclub he remembers the way you punched some girls arm after she said something about “missing your shows in the ring “ but he shrugged it off because at the time he thought you worked at the bar area …yeah he finally understood what she meant back then

As he walked it the sound of music and the smell of cigarette and weed and alcohol the tansion of body’s on the dance floor all hit him at once ,he walked to the far back of the bar and opening the door to the other part of the place luckily for him he found hobie right by the door “ yo lee what’s up man haven’t seen you in a while how’s y/n we miss her you know “ he said as he shook hands with him “ I’m actually here to ask you about her you see I found out she’s in a gang and things get heated and we haven’t talked in a month and I want to fix things I was hoping to find her here?” He knew he was rambling but he really just wanted to see you “ so that’s way she hasn’t been seen in a while! come on man you can’t be doing that her ! Poor thing is going through enough already you were the last thing she had!” Ouch talk about rubbing salt on the wound “but I think she’s in her place she got me to deliver some special delivery for some clients if you know what I mean said she gonna be out of the city for a while but I know she probably be back at her place by now she can’t leave ace by himself long “ Minho thanked him and made his way to your place this is going to be awkward but he had to see you he had to make things right

As he punched the code in he felt his steps getting heavier walking to your apartment he could help but cough as the smell of smoke hit him in the face he stood still for a while waiting for you to come check who walked in your place but nothing” is she not home ?” He thought as he walked farther in “Minho I know its you baby you don’t have to stand there “ he heard your voice, you’re laying on the couch a pack of cigarettes by your side you had some shorts and your bra on box’s of take out every your place was a mess you were a mess judging by the bottle of liquor on your coffee table there was broke class everywhere you probably broke all of it out of anger the cup you threw during the fight was still on the floor ace was curled up in the blankets basket sleeping “h-how are you ?” He asked clearly knowing the answer “ like shit?you?” She answered taking another drag for her cigarette “ yeah same” he said sitting on the other end of the sofa “ didn’t look like you were in todays fan meeting “ right you keep up with his life …well this it going to be more horrible then he thought it’s going to be “ sometimes it’s just better to lie you know “ why did he say that “ yeah I’ll know all about that you looked at him the lights were off so he could barely make out your face but he could tell that you’re tired “can I ask why?” He asked getting closer to you “why do I know so much about laying or…” she asked throwing the cigarette away “what made you lie ?” A long sigh was heard from you

“ i didn’t have much in life you know ? My parents are both business owners so I didn’t see them much but they made sure that I was nothing but perfect they controlled my every move since birth I was the perfect little girl yet I was never happy I didn’t want to be tied down to a job to a place to people i didn’t want to be like them I didn’t want to be perfect I wanted to be free I loved boxing yet I was in figure skating I love cars yet I was in horse riding everything I did was something I didn’t love so I lied… my first lie was when I told my dad I’m going to Korea to study business when I actually went to art I was scared he’ll find out but when I got here i couldn’t be more happy “

“Then what happened what got you to this state?”

“I forgot my cousin had me on ig I made a post with pictures in the school he told everyone my parents were so angry that’s when I got disowned I was living off their money so you could imagine the damage at that time living was getting more expensive by the day I needed money that’s when I met hobie he gave me a chance and I took it it’s messed up really how much richer people will pay to see you get beaten up or beat someone up I got my fair share of losses but I made so much money then I started dj-ing at partys then car racing the the drugs even tho I don’t do that often only when I need very quick money “

The look on your face while remembering what happened to you broke him you looked so distraught “I was 18 Minho I didn’t have anyone I needed the money I lost myself in the world it was too late I had dreams I wanted to be an idol I wanted to be happy but it was too light the day I saw you at the park the look on your face reminded me of myself lost stressed scared tired and alone you’re so tough yet so easy to love I love mini I never meant to hurt you I’m just ashamed I know that what I do is not okey but I love it I promise I’ll try to be better “

By the time you were done he was crying he never imagined you to been through all of that ! You just never opened up to him or anyone you helped everyone around you he could tell that there is a young soul inside of you ,come to think about it. You never actually complained about anything you just handle everything at yourself you took care of him and the boys and your cat and people around you yet never actually did something nice for you He felt bad like really bad how could he say such horrific things to you not knowing what you’ve been through it was just the heat of the moment, “ I’m so sorry jagi I didn’t mean what I never was involved with such things before it scared me. I didn’t mean for us to fight not finding you home then you had blood all over you the bag then you were confessing what you do I was just scared for you for me for us but mostly you I’m sorry that you went through all of that and I’m sorry for what I said “ by the time he stopped talking he was fully sobbing,she looked at him in shock. yeah he was such a soft boy around her, but he never actually cried this hard. Sometimes he will tear up and Vulnerable but never actually broke down “ oh baby. Come here lay down” he laid down his head on your lap .” I know that you didn’t “ she said, “I expect the reaction from you I mean I said it before you’re an idol and me I’m ….well Me! I didn’t expect you to be happy about it or something I just didn’t expect you to yell that’s it I was mad from a fight that I had that day . It’s OK now Love I forgive you. I hope you forgive me too” she said as she played with his hair, “there is nothing for me to forgive you, for I was never mad in the first place I was just scared

You sat in comfortable silence for a good while ,you eventually got up realizing the state of your apartment, you start to clean up while he helped you cracking jokes, and catching up on the past month him laughing at you after he turned on the light and you screamed like mad man telling him that you haven’t turned on the lights in two weeks you guys got in the bath after that with the occasional make out session here and there, after that you guys got into bed and laid down and silence again his head on your chest as you reached out to get a cigarettes from your bedside table his hand grabbed yours looking up at you with pleading eyes after , sighing you put it back on top of him laughing at the little voice of satisfaction he let out

“can you promise me something?” he asked he looked up again with the same eyes “anything my love” came the answer “can you promise me that you will be safe that won’t be a day where I will have to hear about you in jail or dead that you will keep safe and will always come back to me in the end of the day “ looking in your eyes trying to search for an answer “min, look at my eyes I promise you this road matches my soul I will never do something to hurt you. I love you and I will keep you safe, and I promise you I will do better. I will never leave you what I do will never stand between us. You’re everything I have left I told you you’re everything to me I’ll protect you with my life if I have I promise you nothing will pull us apart not today not tomorrow and not forever “ even in the dark room your your eyes did say everything staring at them felt like staring at the warm room. He felt loved taking care of safe That’s all he could ask for. 

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Bonus Part :

A week later:

“Hyung you said y/n noona invited us here ?” Asked Felix as he and the rest of the boys followed Minho to the front seats by the ring “ yeah she has a fight tonight so you losers better cheer for her just like she does for you “ he said taking a seat “SHES THE ONE FIGHTING?” His friends yelled in shock “alright everyone the bets has been settled the grand reward coming out to be the grand total of 65,737,250.00 ₩ ( 50k$) we have the crowd’s favorite y/n on one end on the other side we have min-jun!!!the first one to knock the other down wins may the strongest win!” As the ball rings Minho stands up and comes closer yelling at you to”come on babe knock the moutherfuckers teeth in !” As the boys sat by still in shock by what their seeing it didn’t take you long before knocking him to the ground and walking off as a winner getting your money handed to you decided you’ll count it later your baby is waiting for you “ y/n that was awesome!” Yelled a very excited Han “yeah! I knew you were some kind of final boss “ joined in Felix “ thanks boys “ you said hugging all of them “you were amazing dear “said Minho as you reached out for him “ thank you handsome “ the night went by smoothly with the guys asking you questions about your life surprisingly they took it well because at the end of the day “it’s your life and you seem like the responsible type so whatever “ as Chan said it

As you walked the boys back to their car holding hands since he wanted to stay back you wished them good night and a safe ride Where as you watched them drive off you heard Minho started to whine to get your attention “there is my baby boy “ you said bring him closer “ y/nnnn you promised to take me somewhere “ he sounded like child by now “of course baby I made reservations at that one restaurant you like up the hills and if you want we can go for a la-“

“Late night drive and you pass the speed limit while we blast music in an empty roads ?then come back to your place at 4am and crash wake up at 12pm and have hot spicy ramen? Fuck yes I do “

Looking at your eyes god your eyes they said everything the look of adoration in them was enough to make him melt

Lee Minho learned that eyes speak louder than he thought a person can be brought up as the worst human to ever live but ones you get to know them one look in their eyes is enough to know many things

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[elles-home]

anyway something i’ve recently been thinking a lot about is one piece’s message of “children should not bear the sins of their fathers”. and you might think i’m about to talk about ace but i’m actually gonna talk about orochi

he was the person ace could have become if people knew ace was the son of the pirate king, and hunted and attacked and tortured for merely existing. luckily, ace’s identity was kept a secret and he found people that loved him at a young age, before he became radicalized. he just felt unwanted and so damn angry all the time, then he met his brothers and found a reason to live and keep going (sorry i said i won’t but i’m talking about ace anyway)

and then we see orochi. taking away all his sins aside, when he didn’t commit atrocities one after the other in his ambition to be shogun (and destroy wano), he was Just Some Guy. his clan had fallen from grace, he didn’t even have influence, and as far as we can tell, he was really just trying to live a normal life.

but the people, en masse, took it upon themselves to hunt this guy since he was a child, hunt his entire family line too, for the crimes committed by a power hungry man two generations ago. he bore the sins of his (grand)father. he didn’t have to. he was born innocent, just like ace was.

and i think that’s cool, that one piece shows us we really, really shouldn’t hold babies accountable for things that happened before they were even born. and then show us what could happen when they do (in such subtle ways too, you would never think this was a parallel to ace — at least i haven’t seen people talk about it).

of course i am not saying he should be forgiven or anything. but he’s such an interesting character. and the parallels are quite astounding.

#one piece #elle rewatches wano arc #portgas d ace #kurozumi orochi

[all-about-the-fairytale]

Him pt.II

It has been several days since he insisted to drive me home on his motorcycle and since the longing kiss on my cheek and the left behind sweatshirt.

Even though I went to the hospital the next day, I didn’t run into him or any of them. Because when I arrived Rose, a nurse and dear friend of me told me.

“They left Y/N, they picked him up and left. Against doctors’ orders.” she shrugged her shoulders and turned around.

I really wanted to return his sweatshirt after washing it last night, so I stored it in my locker but decided to take it home again because, the chances of him showing up there was probably higher.

 He never had asked for my number but he for sure knows where I live and work.

But still I’ve haven’t heard a word or neither I have seen him.

When I got back to work the next day for my night shift, his friend we treated the day before discharged himself and no trace was left, he was just here.

 It has been a busy couple of days. Work has been up my ass, because two nurses are sick with the cold, so I’m stressed and exhausted to the max. Also, my anxiety is rising because just as I got off work, my car broke down not even one house away from mine  - just my luck.

I frustrated closed the door of car as I looked through my phone for a auto shop. Luckily there was one not far and still in the same town Teller-Morrow Automotive Repairs, so I called.

“Teller-Morrow Automotive Repairs, Gemma speaking how can I help you?” a woman answered the phone.

 “Hi, I- um I need help with my car. It just broke down and won’t start anymore. Could you help me out, please?” I bite my lips as I got closed to your front door.

“Sure, sweetheart. I’ll send two of my guys down. Can you tell me where exactly you are?” she asked.

“It actually happened down the road where I live, like two or three houses down the road. So, I could wait at my front porch for them. Is that alright?” I really did not want to wait outside while its getting late.

“Oh that’s alright. What’s your adress honey?” I heard noises in the background. Probably tiping on her keyboard.

“Yes, it’s 3630 Hillview Street, not far from St. Thomas Hospital. I’m Y/N” I  told her as Iopened my front door.

“They should be with you shortly Y/N. Don’t worry about anything sweetheart.” with that she hung up.

I took a quick shower, changes into something more comfortable and were now sitting outside at your front porch. Wrapped in a big cozy blanket, a tea and book on my lap - waiting for the tow truck.

I didn’t even finish a chapter in my book when I heard a car arriving and stopping at my house. Two guys walked up towards my in their greyish uniform.

“Excuse me Miss, are you the one calling TM about your car? Miss- um Y/N?” he looked down on a piece of paper assuming your address and name on it. The woman, Gemma, musted have gave it to them. 

“That be me. My car is just over there. I’ll go grab my keys and come with you guys.” I pointed to the direction as I got up and went inside to get my keys and a jacket.

“We will take your car to the shop, and when you pick it up you can settle everything with Gemma, she’s the one you were on the phone with and will handle your paperwork.” the big guy said as the other one checked out my car and got it hooked to the truck.

“Thank you...-” I started and just then realized the guys never introduced themself.

“Ope or Opie, whatever is fine. We will give you call when the car is ready” he said with a smile as he got into the driver seat. Two days later you picked it up already without any trouble.

 This was eleven days ago.

Eleven days.

And also still no word from him.

No knock on my door asking for his sweatshirt back or stopping at my work. Nothing.

 I was and still am working the night shift ever since the next day.

Patients in and out of the ER, the rush and adrenaline to save each and every single one of them. I really did love your job even the hard days.

He got pushed back into the back of my head but not forgotten but as more days go by less I thought about him.

Today must have been one of the hardest days of your career. It started as a normal night shift with a quick handover, ask question about what has and hasn’t been done and go over the medication charts. Check on the post- operation patients and on their family too.

Its was a slow night for once and I was welcoming it by updating charts, getting smaller orders by the doctors as like draw blood, setting up the room equipment suitable for sleeping or necessary update the family members about the progress.

 It was 2:08am when the phone rang to inform the ER that the incoming patients was a family of five, who had just been in a car crash, hanging on for their life and needed treatment immediately or even surgery. Paging all the surgeons on call, prepping the trauma rooms its was instantly over with the quit night.

I don’t know how the night went by or how I made it but because after eleven days my mental health was getting the best of me, and I was just so tired by the end of the shift. And by loosing 4/5 of that family did not make it better. It was the worst ever.

They called me in to tell me the news and they tell you to stay strong but seeing the fragile 10 weeks old baby just loosing mom, dad and their siblings was horrible. She’s an orphan. On car crash killed her whole family and now she got no one. I needed a moment to myself, and I cried. Literally cried in the nurse lounge for a good five minutes, only then to be brave enough to face the doctors again telling me “Y/N, the people from CPS will be here as soon as possible but it could take a couple days. We know this is a huge responsibility but as you are off for the next days. Could you take her in and take care of her, please?”

Saying I was shocked but by now I knew how this city and system worked. And I don’t want anything to happen to this baby by some weird as women out there.

So here I am.

Sitting in my car at the parking lot of the grocery store to scared to turn the car back on after putting her back in the cars eat, that made it out intact after the impact on their previous crash, in my backseat. After they have told me to take her in for some nights, I grabbed my stuff and with the help of the security I got everything safely into my car. My mind was running wild and even though she is just supposed to be staying with me for a couple of days it’s confusing.

We made it home and because she was still sleeping, I let her stay in the baby carrier and set her down on the kitchen counter to have my eyes on her while I prep myself some dinner, put the groceries away and stock the baby formular and whatsoever away in my kitchen. In the corner, neatly folded and freshly washed as his sweatshirt.

Holy shit, there is an actual baby sleeping in my kitchen. My house, needing my help for the next days.

“Fuck” I whispered to myself.

Don’t get me wrong, I love kids and babies and probably have my own if the serious relationship has had happen a long time ago, but it was never in the picture with focusing on high school, focusing on college and getting my nursing degree. All my life has been around building a stable life, career and be independent. Never realizing how much I wanted children in my life.

But I life in this very small city now, where you probably met all the guys and rather stay single.

After having dinner/breakfast, which contained only a quick veggie sandwich and water and coffee, she woke up crying.

“Hey girlie, you awake little O?” I unbuckled her and took her in my arms. “Are you hungry?” I asked, knowing she doesn’t understand me but kept spiting out her pacifier. I made her a bottle and set down on my couch, feeding and watching her. She was watching me back and I must look like a crazy lady to her. Hair in a messy bun, sticking out in every direction, glasses and exhausted. After a couple minutes she wrapped her hand around my finger, and I was stroking her cheek. “Did you have a good nap? I bet you did, and you did so good for me, I am auntie Y/N for a couple of days until we settle everything for you. I bet this must be crazy confusing. And I am talking to a baby.” I giggled to myself made her grin at me. “Oh, you this I am funny aren’t you. Huh?”

When she finished her whole bottle, I changed her diaper and put her in the pajamas, I found in the baby bag. We went back to the living room, and I decided to put on some calming music and bounced her in my arms, hoping to get her back to sleep again. We even danced for a while until she finally put her head down on my shoulder and fell asleep.

The made-up safety around her in my bed made her look even smaller, where I put her down. Now she’s laying right in the center of my king size bed with about six pillows around so she would fall out. I left the small light on and door halfway open in case she wakes up again.

I was still in my scrubs, un-showered with a glass of wine in one hand (I know but give me a break I worked the night shift) and a book in the other, glasses high on my nose when the quit street outside started to rumble. You could hear it in the distance, the rattling of a motorcycle. For the first time in nearly two weeks, perfect timing. The motorcycle got closer and louder, and I thought, any minute now there would be crying down my hallway, leading to the bedroom where she’s asleep.

The noise stopped outside the house and not long after the was a someone knocking on my door. And I knew exactly who it was.

When I opened the door a little, he shyly smiled at me “Hey Y/N”

For a moment you just stared at him, opened the door a little wider “Hi Juice”

He shifted for one leg to the other, hands deep in his leather kutte and focused on your face.

“You’re here for your sweatshirt aren’t ya? I’ll go get it, hold on” I was about to turn towards the kitchen, when he stopped me. “Actually, I wanted to see if you want to chill, ma- maybe hang out tonight? But you probably need to work so I ju-“

“You’re rambling Juice” I teased him. “Yeah- Yeah I probably am” he finally looked up again at you, eyes full of hope.

“Do you want to come inside now? Have a coffee, I just got of work and will maybe fall asleep by minute if I keep standing. Have a seat and coffee Juice”

Him and I are sitting in my living room now. “You went MIA the last couple of days. Not that I’ve noticed or anything since the last time and I also have been working at night in the hospital. Which reminds me how is your friend?”

“He’s okay, thanks.” He took a rather large sip of his coffee. “We and the rest had some busy days at work you know, the club, TM and stuff.” He tried to explain to me, shifting in his seat.

I was about to speak when the crying of a baby shrilled from the bedroom out to the living room. He looked over at me with big eyes and I tried to read into them. Shock, fear and confusion. I got up and quickly went to my bedroom and pick her up. “Hey, shh, shh. You’re okay, please go back to sleep little O” I tried to suet her by lightly bouncing her up and down and running a hand over her back, her head on my shoulder. I turned around and saw him watching us in the middle of my bedroom. Me and a baby and I thought he was gonna walk away for a second. But instead, he just watched us. She calmed down after a couple minutes and by the way her head was turned on my shoulder, the two of them must be watching each other. “I didn’t know you had a baby; I should probably go before your husband comes home.” I turned “She’s not mine Juice and I am not married either”

“Did you kidnap that baby?” he asked. “Wh- what? No, god no. Jesus Christ juice. I did not fucking kidnap her. I could be babysitting you know?! Fucking hell.” I probably said a little to loud and she started wailing again. Your hand still going up and down her back “Who’s baby is that, if she’s not yours Y/N?”

“She’s an orphan and lost her family today in the car crash on highway 5. She was the only one who made it our alive without a scratch. Her brothers, mom and dad died. Can you imagine that 4/5 people lost their life and she if totally unharmed. CPS will pick her up in a couple days and because I am off work for at least a whole week, they thought getting her out of the hospital and make her stay with me is easier.” When I turned I had tears in my eyes because I was hurting for her loosing everybody just like I did when I was a little girl.

She calmed down and was nearly fast asleep again, so I put her down on my bed and signaled him to follow me. I walked straight into the kitchen and held onto the counter, while trying to keep the tears in. I heard his shoes on the tiles, gosh why was he standing so close?

“I’m so sorry” he whispered. “You don’t need to feel sorry. I-” my grip on the counter was so strong my knuckles turned white. “I’m sorry” my gaze still down.

A sob left my lips and that’s when he pulled me into his chest and let me cry. I don’t even know for how long I was crying. Crying for her and her family, how hard her life will be and even for myself. He stroked my head, trying to calm me down.

“I’m ju- just so ex- exhausted and tired an-and caring for h-er until she gets picked up is hard. That will be hard again, building a bond and then letting go. F- fuck” my hand held onto his shirt, and he let me cry until I had nothing left in me.

He tilled my head back up by my chin and look into my eyes.

“I will stay the night and help you” “No Juice, you don’t need to do that” “You can’t make me chance my mind Y/N. You take a shower, and we will go to bed, and I watch out for the two of you” he was offering, I knew that and by the time it sinks in I knew I wanted him to stay. “Okay” I whispered.

He kissed my forehead, took my hand and led me down the hallway again to my bedroom. I took a quick shower, trying not to think about the guy sitting on my bed watching over the baby sound asleep. I didn’t bother to dry my hair, only doing my facial night routine, I stepped back in my bedroom. He didn’t notice because she must have woken up when I was in the shower and they were staring at each other, it gave me the chance to make her a bottle again.

I walked around my bed and got under the covers; I felt him staring at me the whole time. Once I’m settled, I turned to the side, and both looked at me. “Hi little O” I smiled at her.

“What’s her name, you keep calling her O” he asked. “It’s Oakley James”

Oakley happily took the bottle and once again held onto my finger, her eyes getting heavier. When she’s done, he offered to burp her which took me by surprise “Are you sure?” “Yeah, here giver her to me” I watched them, and I must admit he rather looks cute with a baby in his arms but who doesn’t. He laid her back down and she turned to me giving me a grin. “Don’t worry you sleep, and I will stay until you wake up again. I promise I’ll be here, now rest Y/N”

I could barely keep my eyes open, so I stopped fighting it and finally let myself rest after those crazy ass days.

His sweatshirt is still in my kitchen.

But he is here, with me, with Oakley in my bed. He didn’t run, he stayed. He stayed the entire time I was asleep; like he promised. He wasn’t in my bedroom but instead on my couch, reading my book with Oakley dozing on his bare chest. And I could help but stare from the doorway because I liked it, a lot. More than I should because my heart was beating so fast it scared the shit out of me.

#juice ortiz x reader #juice ortiz x y/n #juice ortiz x you #juice ortiz imagine #sons of anarchy #samcro #juice ortiz shot #jax teller imagine #jax teller fanfiction #sons of anarchy imagine

[thepeachyouhadtopick]

ANYTHING BUT ORDINARY | Chapter Twenty-Three

Ell announces her comeback gig, and puts Johnny, Chris and Dimitry through their paces at some rugby training.

Thanks for all your kind feedback on the last chapter! I hope this one is ok, it's taken me a while to get it to a point I've been happy to publish it. Obviously I *had* to include the rugby skit in here while the gang are in London. I've also linked the song included in the chapter below, as always it's a real song but in this AU it's written by Ell; all credit goes to the original writers and I'm not claiming it as my own. I'm really enjoying developing Johnny and Ell as a couple and the next few chapters will see some big events take place for their relationship so stay tuned. Also just a little note - I'm aware that in the actual skit, the rugby team they train with is the London Irish. I prefer rugby league over rugby union so I changed the team for a local rugby league team instead :'D

Content warnings for this chapter: smut (male receiving oral, sex, cum swallowing), alcohol

Taglist: @lizey-thornberry @babybammargera @zolofts (let me know if you want to be added to the taglist!)

‘hey everyone! <3 thnx for all the nice messages about me joining the Jackass cast! u won’t see me on the series that’s on right now but we think s2 will begin airing in feb 2001 so u can see me then! it’s been another fun few weeks shooting stunts and hanging with my fav people. i’m so lucky to have met this gang thanks to my best friend steve-o. if u haven’t seen the show yet i know ur gonna love them all as much as i do! we’re shooting a few bits in london this week. it’s v strange to be back here but part of me has rly missed it. on that note… i’m posting today because i have some more exciting news! since i’m in town all week i decided to play a little one-off gig! it’s at dublin castle in camden THIS FRIDAY NIGHT and the only way u can get tickets is to be there on the night. it’s first come, first served and the capacity is only 200 - it’s a lot smaller than the last venue i played for u all, but i just wanted to do a special intimate show so i can try out my new music. u might love it, u might hate it, i just know i'm so proud of what i've been working on recently so i rly hope u do love it. fingers crossed i will be back to do a bigger show in the near future! doors will open at 7:30 and i will be playing 8:30 - 10pm. i am so excited to play all of my new songs for u and i hope u are going to like them all! see u friday night. i love u all! <3’ Ell could hardly sit still at the group’s dinner the night before after confirming her gig at the Dublin Castle pub in Camden. Luckily, the venue had had a cancellation on the Friday so the landlord Alo was more than happy to give Ell the slot. She’d been so giddy she could barely eat her meal - that was until Steve-O told her to take a breath and eat otherwise he’d eat it for her.

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#hi new followers if u didn't know i write a johnny knoxville fic u should read it!! #johnny knoxville #pj clapp #johnny knoxville fic #mtv jackass #jackass #johnny knoxville / original female character #steve-o #johnny knoxville fluff #jackass fic

[agentnatesewell]

hey there! generally speaking I'd come off anon for this but it's been a while since I've properly been on tumblr and I'm too lazy to recover my login info lol. but anyway, I just wanted to say that I really enjoy your blog and it's always a pleasure to read your thoughts and theories about N, as a fellow N mancer! hence why I'm sending you this ask, I haven't seen anyone bring this up yet so I'd love to know your thoughts!

but to get to the actual point of the ask, I've been replaying the N route in book 3 and exploring different choices and picked up on something interesting, I think. 👀 so when you're on the "no one learnt about the supernatural" branch, if you're sober when you come back to the warehouse, you can kiss N. and it really piqued my attention because the text describes the kiss as tasting metallic, which I feel was definitely an intentional choice of words. especially because from what I've noticed, Mishka generally doesn't often include descriptions of how the detective's LI "tastes" when describing kiss scenes and usually the descriptions focus on other sensations and emotions. in addition to this, the other aspect that really made me go hmm here is also the fact that if you ask N what they've been doing while waiting for the detective to come back, they ofc deflect the question and turn on the charm/suaveness and say something along the lines of "even a vampire has to have secrets".

so both of these little things combined really makes me wonder wtf they were doing?? now of course I'm not trying to jump to any nefarious or malicious conclusions or anything like that lol. but it's still definitely something to think about. like idk I wonder if they were drinking blood or doing something with blood?? it could be nothing ofc but I just can't seem to let go of the description of the metallic tasting kiss, it's been on my mind since I read that scene and it definitely feels like a very purposeful hint for something, I just don't know what. now I feel mildly unsettled lol, who knows what N route, X tier related angst Mishka has in store for us!! but idk maybe I'm also just focusing on it too much and overthinking stuff haha.

Hello friend!! If you ever do log in, please drop me a message! Thank you so much for being so lovely and nice! So happy you like the blog - crying about N is seriously one of my favorite things to do.

Going to put my answer being a cut since it’s long + spoilers

It’s so cool that upon replaying and trying the routes, that there are all of these pieces that really start coming together to create this multifaceted story. I’ve only done the Verda dinner with N, Tina dinner with A, and Verda/Tina with F (so, will be a similar scene to what you got! Curious how it’ll go with F). Luckily, a friend had sent me some screenshots of your detective comes home drunk so I do have some context!

I like where you’re going with this, I do the same thing - look at anything for a clue to what their tier x power is. And definitely see where you’re going here!

It seems to me that the detective caught N post-meal (and maybe slipping a bit, blood tastes differently to them, like something pleasant vs the more metallic taste the detective tasted). And N’s kiss was described in the beginning of the book but you’re so right, the way the kisses taste isn’t necessarily a feature of the scene. So, I think you’re also right that it’s deliberate - that usually N tastes like nectar but in this scene, they taste metallic.

With N’s whole … discomfort of being seen/known as a vampire, their wish for humanity and to be seen as human, I can see how maybe they’d not want to being up that their dinner was actually what is necessary to sustain them - their half ration of blood (they were hungry!). Now, we did have the breakfast scene but I’ve never noticed how N drank their blood (tell me where I’m missing it though! Just haven’t seen it!) … F is made to put it in a glass, A in the wine glass, M out of the pouch, but N? Idk!

And I think it pulled into their whole conversation about being a mystery and having their secrets (if you got that in your version!) … something they’re just not ready to fully commit to and share with the detective YET. Which is a parallel to speaking with Verda and Tina about it at dinner time. Since they were asked, and they were willing to answer the really uncomfortable questions to help the detective and their friend.

All such good thoughts!! Thank you so much for sharing them with me! It was really fun to think about. Let me know or you have anymore things to discuss! Hope you’re having a great day!

#thank you for the ask! #anon ask #i am going to have to play a few times and get this option because i am curious! #n is just so much more mysterious as the books go on #twc #n sewell #mar rambles #long post

[solalunar-eclipse]

I am thinking incredibly hard about ancient secrets! Shadow and him pretending to be an organic person who breathes and is harmed by fire and can’t contort his body in ways that would absolutely be painful for anyone else. I haven’t read pt 3 of shrodinger’s hedgehog in a while before writing this so please forgive me if I mention stuff that’s noncanon lmao- I remember that he was raised like a normal person so maybe all the stuff I’m gonna mention is habit by now. I dunno.

He’s gotta run actlikeanormalperson.Exe like constantly. Except when he’s alone in the woods. Mental checklist.

- when’s the last time I blinked?

- am I breathing?

- how long have I just been standing here unmoving for?

- am I touching something commonly considered harmful?

- what are normal human joint limits like again

- have I been seen ‘eating’ recently or am i gonna have to worry about people thinking I have an eating disorder

First of all, I just wanted to briefly say how utterly delighted I am that even one person has Ancient Secrets on the brain at all. I’m so happy you’re enjoying it!!

As for Shadow, he absolutely does have to pretend about a lot of that stuff…which is an extremely helpful but unintentional (on his part) bonus of living alone in the woods in a cave! (Also, you haven’t mentioned anything non-canon at all—actually, I didn’t want to infodump too much about Shadow’s schematics in the fic because I was worried it would bore some people, but I’m totally going to take the chance to do it now :] )

By the way, I love the title “actlikeanormalperson.exe”, it’s just perfect both for Boom and Shadow XD I’ve actually only previously considered two out of these six, the others I hadn’t thought of (I was focusing more on “how can I make his body mimic an organic one as closely as possible” than what the differences were, so hopefully my answers will be good enough!)

-I didn’t even think about him blinking, but you’re so right! He does do it in the show, and it looks very natural, so I’m torn 50/50 between “he has an actual program for that” and “when he was little he saw Luna blinking and then practiced it in the mirror for days”, haha.

-as for breathing, that actually is something he does naturally, but not for the reasons organic creatures do! He circulates air to keep his electronics from overheating, because while the Ancients were very technologically advanced, they weren’t perfect (see Sonic’s mech for an excellent example). Luna wanted him to be able to live a life as close to organic as possible, so she tried to find reasons to give him various “living” behaviors. This does mean that she gave him coding for things like hyperventilating when having a panic attack too, though, even if she hoped he’d never have to use it.

-oh he would ABSOLUTELY forget to move sometimes. I feel like he probably learned to do this one while he was fighting Lyric in the defense forces, because people would give him weird looks when he just sat there not doing anything and going over battle plans in his head. Once again, I totally didn’t consider this, but honestly it’s such a good idea!!

-“touching something commonly considered harmful” is a tough one, because he’s had enough self-sacrificial moments that have impacted him to the point where he actively puts himself between harmful things like fire or poison and organic people. If asked about it he’d probably just brush it off and say something like “well, that seems like a you problem” prior to his friendship arc. The thing is, he acts like many people’s interpretations of game!Shadow where he does things that make his Ultimate status obvious but then treats them as things he’s obligated to do.

-luckily for him, he doesn’t have to think of joint limits very often, since most of his interactions with other people have involved fighting (which isn’t designed for people who can rotate their arms and legs 360 degrees, haha). It’s not really something he does much because he hasn’t seen organic people model that kind of behavior—although he did do it a couple of times when he was young and startled Luna, so he has a bit of a “hey maybe I shouldn’t reach over and backwards to pick something up from the counter behind me” reminder in the back of his head XD

-and as for food, eating it actually does give him energy! It isn’t needed to power his body, per se, since the crystal inside him can run indefinitely so long as it isn’t damaged, but he can absorb the Chaos energy from it and it’ll give him a little boost. He can work just fine without food, but he works even better with it. Of course, he doesn’t care what other people think (or he didn’t, rather), and he couldn’t be bothered with food, so he’s eaten very infrequently prior to spending time with his friends. Now, though, he usually gets an average of about one meal every 1-2 days, but his friends don’t know that he eats so little. If they did, they’d probably be trying to get him to eat more often.

#shadow the hedgehog #sonic boom #sonic boom: ancient secrets #ask #thank you again for sending this! #it’s always so much fun to be able to chat about various ideas #(also here’s a fun fact: #luna’s name was inspired by the post noting that ‘maria’ is a term for the dark plains of the moon #so make of that what you will ;] )

[sanddusted-wisteria]

Latet Enim Veritas [Part 2/3]

Truth is indeed hidden...

F!Builder/Grace; fluff and angst

Warnings: Spoilers for Act 3. Major character death(?), mentions of animal death

Summary: Wisteria and Grace are still talking, even a hundred miles apart.

But is it easier or harder to hide the truth in letters?

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A/N: So uh…turns out the brainrot don't stop, and here I am again with Wis and Grace! Once again, I have no idea how this happened, but it's hereeeee

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Hey Wis,

What’s up? Sorry it took me so long to write. Had a lot to do once I got back to Atara. My professors were really interested to hear about all the relic discoveries we made in Sandrock. Gotta say, the entire field’s real pumped up about what we found. We got experts writing articles left and right about em. I’ve been making talks everywhere too. So many great questions! I’m pooped. But I think I’m back on my Atara schedule now. Feels weird after getting used to the Sandrock pace of life.

But anyway, that’s pretty much it for me. Just gotta keep going with my studies. How’ve you been? How’s Sandrock doing? Heard the Portia tunnel was just built. I can’t wait to see it when I get back!

Grace

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Hey Grace!

It’s so good to hear from you! I’m still building (obviously). And yeah, the tunnel’s done, FINALLY. Had to deal with a nasty giant worm in there, but we got it. We started taking on some other projects too, now that the whole bandit situation’s wrapped up. We’re getting a school now! An old house just became available, so we’re building it on top of that. And with the road to Portia, we’re gonna try planting some more trees! Don’t think I’ve ever seen Zeke or Trudy so excited. And then a Geegler showed up one day from the canyon! He was the same guy that was trying to use a train to take over Sandrock all that time ago and broke the bridge. Name’s Larry. Seems like he’s good now…although he’s taken over your job at the saloon. Hope you don’t mind…

Oh yeah, and we got a new commissioner too. SOMEhow, it so happened to be Yan’s twin brother. Oh, and Yan apparently has a twin brother. Luckily he’s a lot more…like an actual human being than Yan was. Well, maybe. Man’s got skin like he’s twenty and says he’s more than twice my age… But at least he’s running a fair and tight ship. My guard’s not down yet, though.

How’d the meeting with your boss go? Never a fun thing to have a 1-on-1 with the boss. Trust me, I know. Hope it went okay. Hope you can come back soon.

Wis

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Wis,

The meeting wasn’t as bad as I thought, honestly! The board of directors weren’t super thrilled with the rules violations, but the results speak for themselves, don’t they? Couple of them even commended my quick critical decision making! They let me off scot-free. Not even a warning or anything.

I just submitted my capstone yesterday. Just a final note to the whole Sandrock adventure. It felt really weird stamping it and packing it in the envelope and handing it in. Still feels weird. Thought I’d be throwing a huge celebration when I was done with this project, with drinks and everything. But all I wanted was to go to bed. So that’s what I did.

Slept like a log, even though it was pretty noisy upstairs. Sounded like they were throwing a parade or something up there with all the stomping and the music. Kinda feels nice to have a noisy neighbor every once in a while, I guess. Makes it feel a little less lonely. Especially since I haven’t seen you guys in so long. I really, really hope I can visit soon.

Grace

P.S.: Managed to hear some rumors that that new commissioner of yours is legit. Apparently his death certificate was forged?? Yan must’ve paid someone a pretty penny to get rid of him…or maybe not, since, y’know, he’s still alive.

P.P.S: Ha ha, now a Geegler’s taken over my job, huh? Well, as long as he can cook a proper omelet, I guess I can’t really complain. Maybe he can teach me some stuff when I get back. Wonder what Geeglers normally eat.

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Grace,

I still miss you. We all do over here. The saloon doesn’t feel the same without you around. But don’t worry! We’re not going anywhere. The whole bandit situation proved that. Once you’re back, we can have that big celebration you planned.

How’s the archeology work and stuff? Not sure if the field’s cooled down by now and moved on to the next big thing. Hard to say from over here. It’s been like 2 months and Qi still won’t shut up about the spaceships. Not that I mind. Don’t think I’ve ever seen him so enthused about anything. And this time it doesn’t involve any property damage, so that’s a net positive!

Sandrock’s mostly still the same old. Only real difference is that Haru left pretty recently, though. He’s off to study chemistry in Atara. It’s great that he finally has the chance to chase his dreams. He told me to wish you well.

In other news, we planted a bunch of trees, but a sandstorm took them out. But we’re not giving up. There’s an Old World lab of some kind that’s supposed to have some different algae that we can try to make biocrust with. We’re going to explore it in a bit. Hopefully I can take some notes and pictures for you while I’m down there.

Be sure to get enough sleep, okay? Work’s important, but you can’t do it if you’re sleep-deprived.

Wis

P.S.: Wei’s proving himself…but my hackles aren’t down yet.

P.P.S.: Larry’s actually a pretty decent chef! Shame he can’t really partake in the fruits of his labor, though. Geeglers mostly eat algae. Apparently those algae machines we’ve been remaking are their “meal machines.” Fang’s been testing what human foods he’s able to eat. But even so, there is only ever ONE Grace Sand Omelet.

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It was warm.

Warm air, warm food, warm lights.

Warm heart.

Owen raised his glass and said something. Grace couldn’t hear exactly what it was, but his smile and his voice were warm.

One by one, everyone around the table raised their glass. Heidi. Logan. Andy. Haru. Qi (begrudgingly).

And last of all, right by her side, Wis.

They all drank and laughed and went back to chatting amongst themselves.

Except Wis. She simply put her glass down and turned to Grace, all the warmth of the room reflected in her eyes. She lifted a gentle hand to Grace’s cheek and leaned in.

It was so very warm.

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Grace woke up slowly. Pleasantly. A nice change of pace from forced wake-ups and diligently-set alarms.

She curled tighter into her blankets, trying to hold the warmth in her stomach inside just a little longer. She stole a glance at Wis’s last letter on her nightstand.

I still miss you.

Her chest ached as the warmth faded. She sighed. Well, that was that.

She got up, washed up, and changed, then sat down at her desk to pen her reply.

Wis,

I miss you too. Last night I

She froze. What the hell? Why would she write that down?! “Last night I dreamed that you kissed me”? “Last night I realized I missed you more than anything”? “Last night I figured my chances of seeing you again are even slimmer now”? Well, she could salvage it with something more innocuous…

I miss you too. Last night I dreamed I was back in Sandrock and we were holding that party I was talking about. Don’t remember all the details, but I knew I was really happy.

Heh, funny you mentioned Qi. We’ve been getting his reports on the regular nowadays to assess the area as time goes on. And they are LONG. Like “I don’t even know how he’s typing all this through the telegraph” long. Poor telegrapher’s gotta work in shifts to get the whole thing down. And then we’ve got a committee that simplifies what he gives us. And then another committee goes in and simplifies THAT before it gets to my bosses.

But anyway, it looks like the gist of it is that the region’s pretty non-hazardous now. Y’know, since the pest removal and all the broken relics were so effective. Unfortunately…that means I probably won’t get another assignment for the Sandrock region anytime soon. Unless one of you guys starts wrecking the whole place again, I dunno. (Please do not do that.)

Kinda sucks, but at least we can still keep in touch this way. Maybe that’s why I dreamt about you guys last night. Hope you get the tree problem sorted. You guys always find a way.

Grace

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Grace,

Huh. Strange coincidence. I dreamed about you being back too. We were just hanging out at the bar like usual. Think I ordered my usual? Can’t remember. The kitchen wasn’t on fire, so I guess it was a good day!

And yeah, we did get the tree problem sorted…hopefully. We did end up finding some new algae machines in there, so we’re trying those out. Fingers crossed. Didn’t get any notes for you, though. Sorry. There were some leftover Geeglers in there, and they were not friendly. Apparently Larry’s no longer the boss. Ah well. Guess we have something to do when you get back. And you WILL be back some day. I know it. I’ll be waiting. :)

Wis

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Wis opened up her mailbox and shuffled through the usual junk mail.

Nothing from Grace.

She sighed. “3 weeks…”

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Hey Wis,

Sorry it’s been so long since I last wrote. I’ve just been sooo busy lately. Wish I could give you more details, but…you know. I’ve hardly had any energy left after I come home at night. I just take a quick shower and collapse into bed.

But anyways, how’ve you been? I’m sure there’s plenty of exciting new things going on in Sandrock. Fill me in!

Grace

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Grace,

You doing okay? You don’t need to tell me all the details, but still. Letters are still kinda slow even with express postage, but if you’re ever having a bad day/week/whatever, you can talk to me.

Not sure if you have any friends over in Atara, but maybe you should take some time off and hang out with them. Take a walk. Go to a nice restaurant. Just get your head away from work for a bit, y’know? Then you can come back at it with fresh eyes.

You’re strong, I know, but don’t forget to take care of yourself.

Wis

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Wis,

It kinda slipped my mind when we were at the station, but I wanted to give you the photo I included with this letter. It’s me with my old partner, Cookie. We were still in training then. He was such a good boy. Did a lot of early missions with me.

But…on one mission…I lost him. I’ll spare you the details, but it hit me hard. Still does, really.

Ever since then, I’ve kinda kept people at an arm’s length. Part of the job, I guess. I interviewed a bunch of new archeologist recruits the other day, and they all came in with such high hopes in their eyes… I just dunno how to tell them what it’s really like here. I have some friends, not a whole lot outside the archeology field. We hang out sometimes and it’s fun, but I still feel the struggle to connect sometimes. You’re the first person in a good long while to really get to know me.

Sorry for unloading all of that onto you so suddenly. I’m fine, though. Really. Although…a little PTO isn’t a bad idea.

Grace

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Grace,

I’m so sorry about Cookie… I’m sure he was every bit as good as he looks. Since you’re giving this to me, I figured I should return the favor. Hopefully it won’t get lost in the mail…

And I understand. Making real, true friends is hard. I never really made any good friends at the Builder’s Academy either. Though one of them ended up saving my skin when my old workshop closed down. So even distant friends can be important. Can’t imagine what it’s like in your shoes.

If nothing else, at least, you have me. And again, if you’re ever feeling pressed, you can talk to me. Always.

Wis

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Grace laid on her bed, staring at the photo in her hand in the dim lamplight.

It was Wis sitting on the ground outside her front door, cradling a grumpy-looking Banjo in her lap with a grin on her face, while Nemo jumped up excitedly next to her.

A faint smile rose on Grace’s lips. It’d been so long since she’d last seen Wis. Well, outside her dreams, that is.

Her eyes grew heavy. Another long day. She’d get up to tuck this somewhere safe…right after…she gave her eyes…a quick rest…

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Sunsets were always better in the desert. Not only was the sky more colorful, but the beautiful reds and oranges of the sands made it all pop that much more.

Grace breathed in a deep lungful of fresh, crisp air, letting it out as a content sigh. This was her favorite time of day.

She waved goodbye to Owen and set out towards the train station. For home.

She glanced over to the distant mountain range as she crossed the tracks. The sun was just starting to sink behind the tallest peak. Beautiful.

But not as beautiful as…

An excited barking got her attention. She looked back down again to see Nemo running up to her.

“Hi, Nemo!” she giggled as he yipped and ran circles around her legs. “Is Wisty not playing with you? Aw, she’s no fun…”

“Just give me a second…” came a groan from the workshop yard. “Don’t steal my doggy, Grace…”

“Too late!” Grace chimed, leaning down to give Nemo a well-deserved scratch. “He’s mine now.”

“Well, doggone it,” Wis said, finally popping up from whatever machine she was working at. “My girlfriend dognapped my dog. I can’t believe it. I’m really in the doghouse now. Ohhh nooo.”

Grace couldn’t help but laugh at the stupid look on Wis’s face as she made her way out to her and Nemo.

“Well, even if Nemo’s yours…” Wis murmured as she drew closer. “You’re still mine.”

Grace felt the gentlest peck on her cheek.

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Grace,

Everything okay? It’s been a while since I heard from you. Work’s probably been super busy for you. Just give me a quick check up reply when you next get the chance. No biggie.

Wis

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Grace,

Hey, not sure you saw my last letter… Sorry about this if you did. I’m just a bit antsier about getting a reply since your last letter. Hope you’re still okay.

Wis

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Grace,

It’s been about a month now… I’m getting kind of worried now. I know field work is dangerous, so not getting anything from you has me wondering if you’re still alive… You don’t need to send an essay, just…a sign? Just a “hi”? Even a blank piece of paper in an envelope? Anything so I can at least make sure you’re still around.

Wis

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Hey Wis,

I’m really sorry about the wait. I’m still alive and kicking, don’t you worry. Work’s just been exhausting still. I can’t really make the time to sit down and write. We’ve been looking into a whole slew of relics around the Alliance lately. Lots of data crunching. I’m still doing fine, I promise. Just reading your words is so comforting to me. But what’s new with you? I’m sure at this point, I probably won’t even be able to recognize Sandrock if I saw it! You guys are just so involved! Still a TBD on a return date…

Grace

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You know, Grace…

Somehow I feel like it’s easier for me to tell when you’re being dishonest when it’s through writing. Dunno why. Maybe it’s because I can read it over again as much as I need to and take all the time I need to craft an answer.

You don’t need to sugarcoat things for me, okay? You never did back then. Why start now? I don’t know if it’s because you don’t want me to worry or you don’t want to talk about it, but I want to hear it. Whatever it is.

I hope that I’m not your only source of comfort right now, but if I am…then let me be that. I’ll be here for you as much as I can. I promise.

Wis

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Grace sat at her desk, a blank sheet of paper in front of her, reading Wis’s letter over and over and over again. Wis wasn’t here. She was a hundred miles away.

So why could Grace feel her eyes boring straight into her head?

She stared at the blank page on the table. It almost felt like it was mocking her. Or maybe that was the sleep deprivation talking.

Grace groaned. She’d finally carved out a good hour to write back to Wis, and here she was with nothing to say. Why oh why did Wis always have to hit her hardest when Grace was weakest?

She really is good at this, a distant part of Grace’s mind hummed.

Grace put her head on the desk, cushioning it with her arms. She stared at the small desk clock nearby as her designated writing hour slowly tick, tick, ticked away…until it was over. And she had nothing to show for it.

She let out a sigh and got up, rubbing her eyes. Time for a shower. She felt filthy. Maybe she could handle this tomorrow…

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Grace watched out the window as the train pulled to a stop. Good ol’ Sandrock. Same as ever, it seemed. Somehow, though, there was a different kind of energy to the place. Alive. Crackling with potential. She let the soaring feeling in her heart take hold. She could do that now. Let loose how she really felt. At that thought, she felt her pulse start to race. How she really felt…

As soon as the door opened, she bolted out and across the tracks. Fresh Pines was still lively as ever, machines churning away and generator humming. And of course, there was Wisteria, busy as ever. She was tending to the garden patch next to her front door, her back to Grace as she overturned the dirt. Looked like she had some new seeds coming in.

Grace felt her pulse thudding in her ears. She swallowed and put on a playful smile. “Hey.”

Wis looked up from her gardening, staring blankly at Grace over her shoulder.

Grace snorted. “Missed me, Wisty?”

Wis only continued to stare. Grace’s smile fell. She should’ve laughed or smiled or…something.

“I’m sorry, do I know you?”

Grace’s stomach dropped. “Huh? Um…oh, are you doing a bit…? Heh heh, good one…” she laughed with a shaky smile.

Wis still didn’t react. “Who are you?”

“I’m–I–it’s…me. It’s Grace.” Icy fear ran through her veins.

Wis’s eyes bore into Grace’s. Why did they look so dull…?

“…Liar.”

She turned back to her digging.

Grace suddenly felt nauseous. She reached out for her, only to see her hands were trembling.

“Wis…Wisteria…I promise, it’s me. It’s really me! N-no more secrets this time, I’m done with—!” She let out a startled yelp. Just as she had gotten close enough to place a hand on Wis’s shoulder, she’d gotten too close to the front door. In the glass of the windowpane, her reflection stared back at her.

Or at least, what was left of it.

A blank face, framed with her blonde hair.

Liar.

A horrid stench filled Grace’s nostrils. She lurched as the nausea got worse. She knew that smell from anywhere. It was a corpse. But where?

Grace tore her eyes away from the glass and looked around. It wasn’t long before she found the source.

Right under Wis’s shovel.

A partially unearthed body.

With Grace’s face.

Decaying and decrepit.

Liar. Liar.

She suddenly heard sniffling. Her eyes darted up to Wis. She was shaking with quiet sobs, head against one arm leaning against the wall of the house, her other hand clutching her chest.

Grace felt her heart wrench. She tried to reach for Wis again. “Wisty…Wisty, no…I-I’m here, it’s okay, I—” Her throat suddenly closed up. As if something was choking her. She grabbed at her neck, trying desperately to free it. But it was in vain. Nothing was there.

Liar. Liar. Liar.

Tears squeezed out of Grace’s eyes as she flailed about uselessly. She wanted Wisty’s tears to stop. She wanted to hold her until everything was okay. She wanted to spill everything that she kept sealed inside her for so, so long. She wanted her to know everything. She wanted to feel safe. She wanted to feel known. She wanted—

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BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP

Grace jolted awake with a startled gasp. Her head was pounding. She slammed her hand down on her alarm clock.

Better. But not by much.

She reached a tentative hand up to her neck. Nothing was there.

She stared blankly at a spot on her blanket, trying to slow her breathing down. Swallowing, her eyes found the blank sheet of paper still on her desk, Wis’s letter sitting next to it.

She threw the blankets off and yanked out her desk chair. Her grip on the pen was tight enough to make her knuckles turn white. She forced the tip to the page. A spot of ink pooled under where it met the paper. She willed her hand to move.

Wisteria,

Her heart was pounding. What should she say? What was the best thing she could say? What could get her the info she needed in this scenario? How could she talk her way out of this? What did her handbook say? Remember your training, remember what they told you—

…

What do I really want to say…?

…

Wisteria,

I love you

There was a sharp knock at the door. A message slid under the crack.

Briefing at 1100

Grace’s mouth twisted into a grimace. The next mission. What a day to get all the details finally sorted. She flicked open her lighter to dispose of the message. As the slip burned to ashes, her mind wandered to the other paper sitting so innocently on her desk. She sighed. It was 1030. She’d have to finish it later.

After the last remnants of the paper were flicked away, Grace tucked the unfinished letter away between some books.

As she plodded to the briefing room along the barren hallways of HQ, she tried to push down the growing unease in her gut.

She couldn’t.

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Mission objectives: Investigate increasingly suspicious activity in the Northern Eufaula region. Duvosian involvement suspected. Capture or eliminate any Duvosian spies or military entities. Oversee restabilization in the aftermath.

Risk: Potentially life-threatening.

Start date: Tomorrow, 1200 hours. Move to Northern Eufaula base. Await further orders.

Grace was back to staring at the page on her desk, uneasier than ever.

I love you.

She wanted to say it. She really, truly did. She wanted Wis to know. Even if she didn’t love her back. But now…

I love you.

Now she was dumping this new mission onto her, too. Her life was on the line. Whatever she wrote here could be her last words to her.

I love you.

Did she want her last words to be that big of a bombshell? Throw Wis into perpetual uncertainty while the mission happened? Not even sure if Grace was alive or dead?

I love you.

Make the grief even worse…?

Grace took a deep breath. The last thing she needed on a dangerous mission was knowing that Wis was worried for her. But either way, Wis would be worried. There was no way for Grace to reach her from out there. She couldn’t control that.

But she could control something else. So she was going to make a gambit. Gamble on Wis’s worry overtaking her reason for the briefest moment. Her eyes would gloss over the finer details. And Grace could veil the truth that she desperately wanted to share.

She tossed the old letter and got a fresh sheet.

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Wisteria,

I’ve got my next assignment.

Let it be known that it’s a big one. Life’s on the line.

Orders are orders, though.

Very soon, I’ll be heading out.

Even if everything goes according to plan, it’s dicey.

You might be wondering if I can ever get back to Sandrock now.

Once this is over, I’ll do my best to get there. I’m not 100% confident, though.

Until then.

Grace

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Grace.

Even when you tell me your deepest secrets, you still talk in riddles.

I love you too, alright?

Maybe it’s not my place to pry, and I know I can’t get all the details, but I still just…don’t understand you sometimes. You told me that you wanted a deeper connection that you couldn’t get on the job. That  kind of connection is made when you’re vulnerable with each other. You see each other at your weakest and your worst and you choose to keep pushing forward, side by side. In spite of everything. In spite of each other.

I’ve felt that with you sometimes. We’ve come so close to really being at the level you really wish for. When you talked to me about Cookie, I felt it. And so did you, I wager. But even so…you still want to keep a part of you sealed away.

Are you scared? Are you scared of me? Are you scared of yourself? I don’t know what else could be holding you back as much as you have.

I’m sorry if I’m being overbearing. Part of it’s because I’m worried. You’re the most capable and competent person I’ve ever met. But you’re still human, at the end of the day.

The other part of it is because I can see that this is something you want. More than archeology, more than the awards. More than anything.

You want to be you.

Really, truly you.

And I love you.

The real, true you.

Even the parts I have yet to see or learn about.

I have no idea if this’ll make it to you. You’ve probably already been out there for a while by the time I got your letter. But I wanted to get that off my chest. And to let you know that I’m still waiting for you here. All of us are (yes, even Qi. He’s just a dingus about it).

Stay safe. Please. I believe in you, even if you don’t.

And when you come back to Sandrock, we can talk. For real.

Love,

Wisteria

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Wis opened up her mailbox. Only one thing in there today. She took it out, looking at the envelope to see…her own handwriting? And it was addressed to Grace…

Her heart froze.

Clutching the letter tightly, she ran off to find Jasmine. Fresh Pines was the last stop on the mail route, so she should be heading back to Construction Junction…

“Jazz! Hey, Jazz!” Wis called as she spotted Jasmine skipping after Macchiato, who probably caught wind of someone cooking something good. She stopped in her tracks and beamed up at Wis.

“Hey, Miss Wis! What’s up?”

“Jazz, do you know what happened to this letter?” Wis held out the letter in her hands, trying not to clench too hard and wrinkle it.

“Oh…” Jasmine hummed with a finger on her chin. “Yeah, the Atara Post Office said that there wasn’t anyone named Grace at that address. So they put the big ‘Return to Sender’ stamp on it.”

Wis suddenly felt a little dizzy. “Oh. I see…”

“But that doesn’t make any sense!” Jasmine exclaimed. “Miss Grace was real! We really knew her!”

“Yeah, w-we did…”

“Maybe she just changed her address? Forgot to tell all of us, though. Ma’s getting a little worried.”

“Mm-hmm…”

“But I’m sure she’ll tell us real soon, Miss Wis!” she shouted, loud enough to give Wis a jolt. “She’s still got our addresses, so she’ll probably write soon!”

Wis let out a chuckle. “You’re right. I hope so. Thanks, Jazz.”

“You’re welcome! See ya!” Jasmine replied, before running off to catch up with Macchiato.

Standing alone in the square, Wis sighed and looked down at the unsent letter. She remembered the night she wrote it, frustrated and exhausted. She’d tossed out at least 10 different versions before this one. Some were too angry. Others too self-pitying. Others too long-winded. Even now, she had doubts if this was really what she wanted to say.

Regardless, though, there was one sentiment she knew to be entirely true, no matter how she shouted or spat or sobbed it.

I love you too.

She sighed again and headed back home. She tucked the letter away on her desk under a large stack of other papers.

Then she headed out to start her workday. But all the while, her mind stirred, always coming back to one question:

Was it better or worse that it never reached her?

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Atara Times

Northern Eufaula Espionage Plans Foiled! Duvos Spies Captured!

Some time ago, the Northern Eufaula Development Plan jumped into full swing, but not without its share of complications. In an incredible twist of events, an investigation by the Alliance Council uncovered that some of the problems were in fact part of a deliberate campaign of disruption.

Who is this dastardly foe? Well, let's ask one simple question. If the Northern Development Plan is to fail, who is to gain? None other than the Duvos Empire!

How did this happen? In order to counter the Duvos activities, Alliance Central Intelligence carried out Operation Weeding. This operation quickly and efficiently identified and eliminated the Duvos infiltration, and effectively restored order to the Northern Development Plan once again. Currently, the plan as already initiated three settlements across the Northern Eufaula, next to the Duvos border.

Unfortunately, three Alliance operatives' lives were lost in the process. The youngest of them was a young woman in her twenties. She had achieved outstanding military achievements throughout her career and had made a lasting impact on the safety of the Free Cities. We shall never know the names of these brave heroes, but we, all of us, owe them our safety.

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There was a knock at the door.

Wis didn’t move.

The knocking came back.

“Wisty?” It was Heidi. “Everythin’...well, I don’t suppose anythin’s alright…”

Wis stared at a knot in the wood floor.

“I’m comin’ in, okay? Got some fresh grub from the Blue Moon…”

The door creaked open. Sunlight spilled in.

Wis pulled the blankets over her head.

“Wisty…”

…

“I, um… I asked Trudy if she could get any info, but the Alliance ain’t talkin’… as we’d expect from military types, I guess…”

…

“Uh, technically speakin’…there could’ve been a lot of twenty-somethin’ ladies out there. I don’t wanna jump to conclusions either way, of course, but still…”

…

“I’m still holdin’ out hope. But…I know it’s hard. I know how much you cared about her.”

A tear slipped out of Wis’s eye.

“…I still got your back, Wisty. No matter what.”

Wis choked on a sob. More and more tears flooded out of her eyes. She felt Heidi hug her from outside the blanket, whispering soothing words.

There in the dark, she shook. Left to choke on words that would never be heard. Left to cling to hope that she didn’t hold.

Left to feel a love too late to be received.

A/N: Thanks for reading! There'll be one last part after this.

And icymi, I posted a quick status update on Builder, Researcher, Rooftop, if you've been following that! (psst...it has some sneak peeks of act 2)

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[lukeevangelista]

five minutes - peyton krebs

sweet blue eyed boy. i’m sorry to do this

warning; few cuss words, a little angst, mentions of cheating; not edited per usual

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peyton. peyton krebs. the boy you had been in love with for the last year and half. the boy you finally gave a chance to while he was in vegas, him trying everything in his power to get you to go on a date with him. the day you finally agree, you thought you were going to have to sedate him, he was that excited. you two had been friends for a bit, you being friends with some of the younger wives and girlfriends.

and then it all happened. peyton had been traded to buffalo. he asked you to go with him, you obviously saying yes, which ended up being your first mistake.

peyton had cheated on you. him and some of his teammates were out after a good win against one of the better teams in the league and he cheated on you with some girl he had met at the bar, him not coming home until that next morning smelling of cheap perfume and lipstick stains of a red shade that you wouldn’t be caught dead wearing.

and why he thought it would be smart walking in like that when he knew you were home, you’ll never know.

that night, it all ended. you ended it with him, not giving him a chance to explain anything. he ended up going and staying at dylans’ that night. you told him not to come back for a couple of days so it would give you time to clear out the things you had, a couple of the buffalo girls willing to help you, but you shutting them down immediately. word had passed on quick to everyone about peytons’ mistake, but you didn’t want any help from anyone that had anything to do with him.

you didn’t want him to know anything and you knew the moment you continued letting people in from his life, word would get back to him.

that was until you received a text from peyton. he had a couple of things he had found of yours that he knew you would have wanted.

peyton krebs: hey. i know i’m the last person you want to hear from, but your mom sent some stuff to us in the mail and i figured you’d want it. i’m assuming you haven’t told her yet. but anyways, lmk if you want it and where you want to meet or whatever.

y/n: no i didn’t tell her because she’d ask why and i don’t what her to think bad of you, despite what you did. she loves you too much for that. but sure, bring them over. ill drop a pin for my addy.

he sent back a thumbs up, you locking your phone and throwing it on the couch.

now you might be asking, why wasn’t his number blocked if you were that upset? well.. honestly you thought it was, that was until you thought back to the night you got drunk and drunk dialed him, but luckily for you, he didn’t answer and he never reached out, which definitely helped you in the healing aspect. you knew this because you had went to call your roommate that next morning and saw the drunk dial. you prayed you didn’t leave a stupid voicemail, but knowing you, you probably did but hopefully, you’d never find out.

it had been a couple of days since peyton had reached out, you unsure of when he was actually going to pop by. luckily for you both, you had been home when he stopped by.

“hey, sorry for showing up unannounced.”

“that never stopped you before so what’s different now?” you muttered, him shrugging his shoulders at you.

“how have you been?”

“pey, lets not play the small talk game.” you gave him a tired look, “i’m really not in the mood.” you said as you held out your hand for the stuff he was holding as he took a seat on your couch. for a moment, everything felt normal in the silence that had taken over your rented home.

“i’m not playing any games, i was being genuine.” he commented back, “you look good.”

“i look like shit.” you lightly laughed as you looked down at the old old navy sweatshirt and the black leggings you had on, paired with some classic fuzzy socks.

“you don’t.” he whispered, “i promise, i’ve seen you at your worst.”

‘yeah my worst was because of you.’ you thought to yourself, but didn’t dare say that out loud. you two fell into a comfortable silence, which was odd with all things considering, as you opened the gift that your mom had sent you. it was just something small, but it meant well as it was something that reminded her of you and peyton.

but unfortunately for her, there was no you and peyton anymore.

“i opened it,” he commented, “i didn’t realize who it was from until after.”


“it’s fine peyton.” you sighed as you placed the small painting on the counter, throwing away the trash, “it’s not that big of a deal anyways. it was just her thinking of us- me.” you corrected yourself as your cheeks had a slight red tinge to them.

“i know.” he stated as he scrolled on his phone, staying put on the couch; almost like he didn’t want to leave.

“don’t you have another girl’s house you can go to?” you asked, annoyance lacing your tone as you cocked your head at him.

he rolled his eyes as he tucked his phone in his pocket, seeing you standing in front of him with your arms crossed before sucking in a deep breathe, admitting the words he had been wanting to say since he got to your place.

“i just miss you. i miss what we used to be.”

“you can’t just waltz in here and say that peyton. that’s not fair to me. you hurt me,” you hissed, “bad. i was broken because of you. i’ve finally put the pieces back together and you’re not going to ruin this for me.” finally, you had gotten it off your chest. you never had a chance to really speak your peace with the whole situation as you had cut communication between you two almost immediately after you found out.

“i know and i am so sorry. i really am.” he sighed as he looked up at you from the couch, “i never wanted this to end up like this. i really thought we were meant to last.” he said as his blue eyes met yours.

“i did too until you decided to lay in another girls bed, krebs.”

“you don’t realize how much i regret that to this day, y/n.” he whispered, “i’ll never not regret it because it..” he sighed.

“it what peyton?”

“it made me lose you.”

“why did you do it?” you asked, tears welling up in your eyes, “i never got closure, krebs. i want answers.” you kept on before a sob left your lips, “was i just not good enough for you?”

“what- no baby- y/n.” he said, correcting himself as he stood up, “don’t you dare ever say that again. you were everything and more. it was a mistake.” he whispered, “a stupid stupid mistake. i never deserved you and i still don’t.” he went to put his hands on your arms, him hesitating. you gave him a small nod, showing it was okay. he placed his hands on your shoulders before pulling you into his chest as sobs racked your body, “god, i’m so sorry. you don’t know how much i wish i could take it back. i wish i would have came home to you that night. you were everything to me, and still are. that will never change.” he whispered as he placed a light kiss to your forehead, “that’ll never change.”

“i think you should leave.” you sniffled as you pulled away from him.

“is there any way we can talk this out? or at least hear my side of everything?” he asked, “i really don’t think it’s what you thought it was.” he stated. you pondered on the idea for a couple of minutes, causing him to utter out one more word, “please?”

“i don’t know.” you started, “i don’t think it’s a good idea.”

“all i ask for is five minutes and then if you want me to leave you alone for good, i’ll do it.”

“five minutes krebs,” you pointed your finger at him, “that’s all you got and then you’re out.”

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[maple-leifarts]

INFINITE PARADISE - Chapter 1

A DSMP AU fic I had the idea for not that long ago actually! Hope you enjoy :D (warning pretty long lmao)

“Goooood morning New London! Thanks for tuning into Destrympia News—your one and only news station personalized for your region!” The annoyingly cheerful automated dialogue blared in the blonde’s face, almost startling him off of the steel ladder he climbed down. Tommy sneered at the cyborg announcer’s face in the fully colored hologram before him as it continued to spew about how wonderful a day it was, like it did every day. “Can’t you believe the great day we all have ahead of us? Our futures are guaranteed to be enjoyable, special, and unique thanks to our sponsor—and our planet’s loving caretaker—The Syndicate!!”

“If only you knew how bad it really is,” Tommy grumbled furiously. He reached the bottom of the steps and took off into the dank, dark sewers on his hoverboard—inconspicuous enough to fool anyone into thinking he was your everyday teen. But, truly, he was more than that. In both good and bad ways. He barreled out into into the streets, the morning light blinding him, and zoomed up past the buildings into the Skyway.

The bright lilac sky blanketed the skyscrapers of New London, each one miles high, shiny and black, and laced with their own glowing neon colors. Despite being 6 in the morning, the city was bustling with activity—people walked along the streets, shops opened, the Skyway was packed with other flying vehicles, and—as Tommy discovered from the news report—a festival was being set up on the other side of the city. “Make sure to stop by the Harvest Festival today! It will be open to the public at 7 and will have lots of activities for everyone—roller coasters, fun competitive games, sideshows, and fireworks tonight at 6! Thank goodness the festival is this week too, since the average temperature will be taking a huge drop as the autumn season begins-“

Luckily briefly interrupting the weather report, Tommy received a short text on his watch—“New place is in the festival”. He grinned, happy to hear the news. “I was hoping for an excuse to check it out.” He took a right and began his way downtown.

Tommy tuned out the news and watched his surroundings as he flew, memorizing the buildings and streets he passed. Having no clue how long he would have to stay in New London, it was best to get to know the city from head to toe and especially mark all possible escape routes in case he was forced to run away from anything or anyone. Which, unfortunately, was often.

Tom was stuck in his trance of staring at all the roads below him until the news report momentarily snapped him back to reality. “As of last night, 5 mutants escaped from the Syndicate HQ and are on the loose. No trace of them has been seen since around 1 last night, so they could be anywhere. The Syndicate has not submitted any photos of them, so keep a lookout for anyone that seems out of the ordinary!”

The blonde hummed and nodded knowingly. “If they’re smart, they’d be far from HQ by now,” he muttered to himself.

”And on that note, we have some related news—“

Tommy groaned. “Here we go again.”

”It’s coming up on the 2 year anniversary since mutants Tom Simons and Ranboo Beloved mysteriously disappeared from the HQ. We still have no idea if they escaped together, or if it was just a coincidence that they escaped at the same time, but all we know is that they haven’t been seen since.” Tommy rolled his eyes. There were two things wrong about all of that. One, he didn’t “mysteriously” disappear; the escape was plenty obvious. And two, he had been spotted lots of times. Apparently the Syndicate liked to keep quiet about it, and/or were embarrassed they hadn’t caught him. And just to clarify, he had never met Ranboo.

Two images now appeared in the hologram, the first being the “Ranboo” guy. He looked about 17 in the image and had fuzzy light brown hair in a short wolf cut that somewhat covered his piercing grey eyes. A strange metal mask hid the bottom half of his face and many tubes filled with a glowing orange liquid came out of the side and bottom of the mask and connected to something on the back of his head and to a metal plate/control panel sort of thing on his chest. He wore a plain black tanktop and stared at the camera with a mildly annoyed look on his face.

The second image was Tom, 16 at the time, blurred as he ran away from the camera looking furious. Unlike Ranboo, Tom in the picture wore extremely bright colors on black, to the point where it almost looked ridiculous. However, it didn’t distract from his electric blue eyes, which were blindingly bright and shone like headlights. The result of messing with a tube of Element X5, the element that fueled the entire planet when mixed with neon, when he was younger.

“Remember, if you see any of these individuals, don’t hesitate to tell your nearest Syndicate scout immediately!” the android in the hologram finished.

Tommy hastily gave his current outfit a once-over—a mahogany sleeveless jacket with a dark green t-shirt under, a black belt, dark brown cargo pants, even darker brown boots, a red-brown over the shoulder bag, light brown sleeves with diamonds cut out at the elbows, black fingerless gloves, a mahogany forearm guard on his left arm, a light maroon hooded cape, and to top it off, a faded green bandana wrapped around his eyes to hide the glowing blue. Nothing like the outfit the world constantly saw him in on the news and posters. One might call it a loss of identity, but he called it street smarts.

He finally looked up to realize he nearly missed the exit to the festival. He swerved and floated down to the entrance, which seemed to have opened a bit early. A good number of people already wandered through the food stands, played the games, watched the sideshows, and rode the coasters. It was quite overwhelming of the senses and full of distractions—bright flashing lights, screams and cheers, aromas of fried food, and much more. And the festival took up 8 acres. Tom looked at his recent text and sighed. “This is gonna take a while.”

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[lovecolibri]

SaL anon here friend, wishing you a Happy New Year 🎉🎆🍾!! Hope things are going well so far and you're not too drenched in ice or snow or cold (my brother is in NM and he's freezing his ass off apparently). For reasons that definitely include the upcoming season's proximity, I'm going to try to get more into 911 LS this year. I've decided that while we've got excellent taste in ships, we've done poorly in focusing on shows where those ships can thrive, meaning they have a showrunner who can

tell a compelling story, writers who can bring that story to life, and a promo team that can get the audience excited. Let's take just promo for example. LS just came out with its 2nd or 3rd trailer and it's still 3 week's away!! Even if they are also doing smaller emergencies, the frog storm looked a hell of a lot of more exciting than the blimp "emergency". And from what I've seen of the stills, it will feature a lot of Tarlos, and I haven't seen much in the way of guest stars. Contrast that with RNM. We all remember the seasonal promo posters that looked like an elementary school project and the 5 sec episode previews they abandoned during S4 (this isn't even considering the episode synopsis where if a particular character was mentioned my excitement level flatlined). Then there's the Malex if it all, remember we got so excited when a still of them was promoted on Twitter for 4x02 since it had literally never been done before?? Sad days. And as for OG lately we've gotten confusing/inaccurate episode synopsis, previews of scenes that were made to look intense and turned out to be "meh", stills released right before the episode and then 50 scenes released the day it premieres. Its a mess. And I guess I can't complain that those things didn't feature Buddie since there wasn't anything in the season for them to feature.  I don't think we have to rehash the baffling and horrible writing choices of both RNM and OG's showrunners those are well documented. So that leaves the individual writing of each show, where RNM abandoned logic and 911 abandoned emotion in order to force scenes that did no one any favors. Anyway this got longer than intended and ultimately saltier, I was trying to say Happy New Year and it turned into this. So again happy New year!! Maybe with time and GA input KR will come up with a plotline that doesn't make me hear nails on a chalkboard when it's mentioned.

Hi my friend and Happy New Year to you as well, even though this is now a few days late. (I wanted to finish the book I started yesterday, a sequel to a romcom I very much enjoyed and one of the only actual books I’ve managed to read recently, but it ended up being kind of awful and torpedoed my whole day and sucked the serotonin right out of me instead of giving me MORE like it was supposed to 😒😒😒 hate this for me. So I put this off a little longer so I didn’t end up being TOO salty or going off on a fully unrelated tangent). Luckily I’m back home where it’s chilly (for me) but nothing too wet or miserable and I got to enjoy some sweatpants for a few days before I have to go back to my cold office and uncomfortable work clothes.

You’re so right, we DO have excellent taste in ships but whooo boy WHAT is the deal with being shafted by shows? (And now books too apparently because my life is a joke, hell bent on not allowing me to thrive with the things I find joy in.) I have been soooo jealous of not just the promo coming out so early, but also official stills coming from set during filming! OG couldn’t even get stills for for some episodes until a few hours before airing! To say nothing of the incorrect synopsis/previews, and 700 clips released on episode day messes. Plus LS got new cast photos this year while OG has still been using stuff from s1-2!  I’m not gonna lie, I haven’t been paying much if any attention to news about LS so all I know is the Tarlos stuff sounds really exciting and the only guest stars I remember is for some FBI/DEA something or other operation that (of course) Owen is for some reason involved in helping with. Color me unsurprised. But knowing that’s how LS has been pretty much from the jump, it’s easier to just grit my teeth through the Owen centricity and sometimes it’s at least entertaining 🤷🏻‍♀️ The frog thing sounds interesting but definitely feels like a “hook” that’s going to end up being almost nothing and quickly resolved but if we’re lucky we’ll at least get some jokes out of it about TK taking one home and Carlos getting a panicked look about it. Also, the LS emergencies have never had quite the resonance or the tie in with the main plots that OG had so them cutting back after the ice storm (which really was excessive at 4 episodes and by cutting down on the weird Owen centricity could have been done in 2 *maybe* 2.5 or 3 episodes tops, revolving around the group as a whole more) isn’t probably going to change the format of regular episodes much from previous seasons. But with the wedding coming up, the possibility of Carlos getting injured, and Ronan being a tease and really excited for multiple episodes, I feel like the Tarlos stuff is going to be really good!

I’m cackling because taking shots at the RNM promo department will never NOT be funny. I mean, honestly WTF was their deal with promo posters?! *insert “is this a promo poster for ANTS” gif here* At least they were somewhat more honest by always seaming to make Alex the smallest and furthest away and never near Michael which is....mostly what we got after s1 so 🤷🏻‍♀️🤷🏻‍♀️🤷🏻‍♀️. Not that OG 911 is much better since there’s a fan that does massively impressive posters for episodes that completely outshine anything the official team does.

ANYWAY, I’m with you down in the salt mine and surrounded by wasted potential so lets hope this year we can finally get some more fulfilling stories/storylines, and that our beloved OG wee-woos can get back on track. The only good thing about them having a longer hiatus is they have the chance to take the reaction to the finale, especially Buck’s mess of a storyline, and 6a as a whole into consideration and maybe make some changes. Honestly if they completely dropped Buck’s storyline and it never came up ever again I wouldn’t even care and would actually prefer that at this point. Remember when he got meaty storylines that involved the other main characters and was the focus for a few episodes and then arcs finished and new ones started and we got several things going on for multiple characters at once? *cracked voice* yeah.... Well, here’s to hoping! 🍾🥂 *clink*

#my sweet nonnie friends #sleeping at last anon #911 #911 lone star #roswell nm #roswell nm my behated #*through gritted teeth* #it's going to be a good year

[lucy90712]

Jorge Martin- Hide it

These past few weeks have been horrific as I've been so sick to the point that when I can barely keep any food down which has made me very weak and feeling even more ill. It has been truly awful and I'm still not feeling any better even after being ill for over two weeks but the only plus is that Jorge has been great at taking care of me and I've probably seen more of him in the last few weeks than I had in the few months before that. After feeling the way I've done for so long I have kind of figured out what is wrong with me but I'm too scared to actually do anything to confirm it at least until Jorge is back as he's been away at a race this weekend. In fact all I've been thinking about while he was away was what is going to happen if my suspicions are right.

I was quickly brought out of my thoughts when the front door opened and Jorge came in running straight over to check on me like he has been doing every time he has to leave the house. This time I wasn't quite so happy to see him as it meant I had to face reality and just do the test I've been dreading doing. Without saying any words I got up and dragged him to the bathroom where I had the test ready and luckily he instantly understood what I was worried about so he hugged me, whispered that everything would be ok in my ear and left the bathroom to allow me to do the test. I did the test and put it on the counter before going over to Jorge and cuddling with him to hopefully calm my nerves about all of this.

Jorge and I have talked about having kids before but never seriously as we both have other things we want to focus on like our careers so knowing I could be pregnant is scary because I don't know how Jorge will react. I would like to think that Jorge wouldn't leave me if I was pregnant but I can't help but worry about it. Also the thought of having to deal with being pregnant and the fans and media is quite nerve wracking as even though Jorge and I have been together a few years I still see hate comments about us being together so I can only imagine how people would be if I was pregnant. The timer I had set went off before I knew it making me jump but I was too scared to go and look so Jorge went and grabbed the test. He came back with a huge smile on his face and I wasn't sure if that meant that I was or wasn't pregnant but I soon got my answers when he handed me the test and it had two lines on it.

"We're going to have our own little family love isn't this so exciting" he said shocking me that he was actually excited and glad because I was also looking forward to taking this next step in our relationship

"Yeah it is but are you sure this is what you want because you don't have to lie to me" I said wanting to be sure he really wanted this like I did

"Of course it is I've been thinking about starting our own family for a while now but I just haven't brought it up because I wasn't sure if you were ready but we can do this and we don't have to tell anyone until you want to" he assured me which made me feel a lot better about everything

We sat and talked for a bit longer about how we would deal with all of this and it was decided that we would tell our close family right away but everyone else we didn't want to tell just yet as the more people that knew the more likely it was to get leaked. Neither of us wanted to tell the media and fans until we absolutely had to because we wanted this to be private between us for as long as possible and Jorge was in agreement that we didn't need any negative attention right at the start of this. One other thing we agreed on was that I would go to every race with him as I mostly work from home so it wouldn't be too hard for me to still get work done and Jorge wanted me to be with him so that he could take care of me and not miss any exciting moments. I was more than happy to go to all the races as it means we get to spend more time together and I get to watch Jorge race which I always love doing.

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Since finding out that I was pregnant I have been to 2 races with Jorge and this weekend there is another one, so far we have done well at hiding the pregnancy but these last few weeks that we have been at home my morning sickness that is never just in the mornings has gotten a lot worse. Before I has been able to kind of control it and no one seems to have noticed when I run off to Jorge's motorhome in the middle of sessions but I don't think I can hide it anymore as the sickness has just been sneaking up on me whenever it feels like it in these last few weeks which make it a lot more obvious. Hence why I'm a little nervous as the only people that know are mine and Jorge's immediate family and I'm worried how people will react as I don't want anyone to treat me any different or for anything to be said to the media.

Luckily for us this race is only a few hours drive away so we didn't need to fly which is great as I don't know if I would survive a flight feeling this sick and driving means we can stop whenever we need to. As much as driving isn't fun either it was so much better than flying as I was able to sleep for a little while which killed a lot of time and for the rest of it Jorge kept a hand on my knee checking in every so often to make sure I was ok and making sure I drank enough water. I used to love going on drives with Jorge whether it be to races or just for fun like we did over lockdown but now its like hell having to get in a moving vehicle for more than like 10 minutes.

Despite everything Jorge did the drive still felt like forever even though it was just a few hours but eventually we arrived at the track and a sudden wave of nausea came over me just as Jorge parked the car so instead of greeting the team like we would usually do I ran straight to his motorhome and into the bathroom. Typically on my way I saw a few team members who tried to say hi but I simply ran past them without saying anything because I couldn't without throwing up all over them which I didn't think anyone would appreciate. It wasn't long before Jorge came into the bathroom and sat behind me rubbing my back and holding my hair back while whispering some comforting words which is his way of trying to help which is very sweet although it doesn't make much of a difference.

Once I felt better we stayed in the motorhome for a bit so that I could make sure I was alright before we went to go and say hello to the team and hope that none of them would bring up my earlier antics. However right away I could tell that people were looking at me funny and the team members I saw asked if I was ok so I had to lie and say I was just a bit ill which is somewhat true but not in the sense I was trying to portray it. If things couldn't get any worse I started to feel pretty awful again just as the team boss came in and started a conversation with everyone which meant I wasn't able to leave without making it incredibly obvious. To make it through what felt like the longest conversation in the world I grabbed Jorge's hand and squeezed it so that he knew how I was feeling which meant he applied a bit of pressure to the back of my hand in the pressure pint that is supposed to help relieve nausea and has worked for me on occasion. Luckily this worked well and we stayed with the team for a bit longer before making up an excuse to leave and head back to the motorhome where I just laid on the bed for the rest of the day.

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Throughout this weekend I have really struggled to hide the fact that I'm feeling so sick to the point that multiple team members have asked if I'm alright and every time I have to lie which is really hard as I can see in their faces they don't believe what I'm saying but they don't want to question me. Jorge has told me that I can just stay in the motorhome while he's on track but I like to be in the garage to support him and can't bare the thought of not watching him when I'm at the track so I've been suffering through. Each day has been so long that I can't believe it's only Saturday and I still have two more days of this before we can go home for a few days before doing it all again.

This morning I was feeling so awful that I had to stay in bed during fp3 but I managed to watch the action on my laptop so I could see how Jorge was doing but all I really wanted was to be in the garage. When it got to the lunch break I was determined to get up and watch the rest of the action for the day so I made myself get up and head to the hospitality to meet Jorge and the team for lunch. The second I walked in he was surprised to see me but ran over to give me a hug and check I was doing ok before pulling out a chair for me next to him which is something he always used to do even before I was pregnant but since we found out he had been extra caring and done everything he can for me. We caught up for a few minutes before I started to smell the food that was being made which to start with didn't bother me but when the smell started to change it started making me feel really sick. I tried to just ignore the smell but it got stronger and stronger which meant that my sickness got worse to the point that I had to run off and to the nearest bathroom.

Once I had run off it wasn't long before Jorge came in doing all the usual things he does to help me as well as giving me some water to help me rehydrate and hopefully settle my stomach a little although that never works. The next thing that crossed my mind was how we were probably going to have to finally tell the team our news because let's be honest they were not going to believe whatever lie we can come up with to explain me running out the room for absolutely no reason. I could tell Jorge was thinking the same as he looked at me with that look that means we have something we need to figure out and if anytime was the time for the look it was now.

"I assume you know what I'm thinking" he said

"Yeah I think we finally need to tell them at this point it's more work to hide it than it would be just to tell them" I said

"I know you wanted to keep things secret but if we make sure everyone knows that this is not to get out it will be fine I promise" Jorge reassured me

With that he helped me up and we went back to the entire team who of course asked questions making sure I was ok and checking if I needed anything. Everyone was really sweet and like always and concerned in making sure there wasn't anything  they could do to help because even though I'm not part of the team they are always very caring towards me and anyone else that visits at a race. As much as I know they would all be so excited I was way too nervous to say the words so I left it up to Jorge who was a lot more direct than I expected as he just told the team that I was pregnant and that was it. This took them by surprise so I jumped in and explained how far along I was and that this was the reason I had been so ill at all of the last races which is when they started to understand what was going on and everyone got up to congratulate us. Once everyone had congratulated us Jorge explained that we wanted this kept a secret for as long as possible which they all understood and they agreed that nothing would be mentioned where anyone else could hear which was all the reassurance I needed to finally feel a bit more comfortable being at races.

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Since Jorge and I told the team about the pregnancy life got a lot easier for a while as they were able to help us hide things and they were able to offer support when I was feeling extra sick which had been a blessing as when Jorge isn't around someone has always been there to get me anything I need. Everyone has also very strictly stuck to the rule of not mentioning anything where it could be heard so the only time I'm asked about how I'm doing or whatever else is in the back of the garage where no cameras are allowed or in the hospitality when no one else is around. The only problem we have now is that my bump is getting a lot bigger making it much harder to hide without looking like I'm purposely trying to hide something. At the last few races I have been wearing Jorge's hoodies which work fine but it's starting to get warmer and it's uncomfortable to have them on as I get too hot but I can't take them off or else the bump will be on full display.

It is getting to the point that there are rumours going around and I have seen a few articles about it as well which makes races a little more stressful as I'm always trying to avoid cameras as not to get caught at an angle that makes me look incredibly pregnant. I have found myself checking both mine and Jorge's tagged photos on Instagram to make sure no one has got a picture of me where you can see my bump as it is big enough that it can't be hidden from all angles. Jorge has also told me that he has been asked about it a few times in interviews which to me just means that people know but seeing as we haven't said anything they can't confirm it. The main reason we have kept it a secret is because we wanted to have as much privacy as possible as we usually keep our relationship pretty private so we wanted the same during the pregnancy. Now however I just want to get the announcement over with so that I can enjoy being at races without having to hide myself away and can wear anything other than Jorge's clothes.

As usual I was woken up early because of the uncomfortableness of sleeping while pregnant especially without my pregnancy pillow that I have at home but is too big to bring to races with us. I have gotten so used to waking up early that I used my extra time before Jorge woke up to do some work on my laptop and get pretty much everything I needed to done before the alarm started going off which I thought was pretty good going. When Jorge woke up he rolled over put my laptop aside before smothering me in kisses while putting his arms around me to hold me as close to him as physically possible. We cuddled for a few more minutes before the alarm went off again telling us that we really needed to get up so Jorge got up and ran round pulling me up from my position which was a great help as otherwise I would have spent a good 10 minutes trying to get myself up. Once he had helped me up I opened the curtains to see that it was already incredibly sunny and warm outside which made the thought of having to wear a hoodie even worse. In that moment I decided that I was ready to just tell the world that we were expecting.

"Jorge can we just announce it I don't think I can bare to wear a hoodie in this weather plus people are already suspicious" I said

"If you are ready and you are sure you want to then of course we can but how are we going to do it?" He asked

"I was thinking that we wouldn't do anything just turn up and let the media do it for us until later then we can put out posts" I said

"I like that idea but we should probably tell all the other riders first so they don't find out with everyone else or they may be mad at me" he laughed

I agreed with him and we planned to take a picture to send to the group chat with all the riders in but first I got ready putting on a more fitted outfit that really showed off my bump and made me realise just how big it has gotten over the last few months but especially the last few weeks. When doing my hair I saw myself in the full length mirror and just took a minute to stare and admire the bump which I haven't done enough of so far because I'm always trying to hide it but now I want to take the time to admire what my body is doing. It wasn't long before Jorge joined me and put his arms around me and onto my bump whispering so many compliments in my ear to make me feel good as he knows that I have been a little insecure at times over how quickly my body has changed. After a while of just staring at each other through the mirror I grabbed Jorge's phone and gave it to him to take a picture of us which I thought he would do just in front of the mirror but no he dragged me to the big window in the room and setting his phone up and took a load of pictures that turned out really nice. He gave me the final say on which picture we sent so I picked the one and together we pressed the send button meaning there was no going back.

In a matter of minutes Jorge's phone was blowing up with messages from all the boys and so was mine with messages from some of the riders wives and girlfriends that I've got to know well over time. Everyone seemed really excited and happy for us which was a relief as I was a little worried about what everyone would think even though deep down I know that there is no reason for them not to support us I just couldn't help but worry. Reading all the messages really put a smile on my face and made me a little less nervous about having to walk through the paddock with the bump on full display for the first time but that being said I was still so scared about what the reaction from fans and everyone else would be. As much as I really wanted to finally announce things I still can't get past the thought of people being judgemental and saying we are too young or any other thing they can find to judge us for.

Before I knew it the drive to the circuit was over and the time had come for everyone to know about mine and Jorge's little secret that isn't so little anymore. Just as I was bracing myself to get out the car Jorge grabbed my hand and gave me some words of encouragement and told me that it doesn't matter what anyone else thinks because we are super excited and thats all that matters which made me feel a little better. With that he got out and ran round the car to open my door and help me get out as I'm at the stage of pregnancy where moving is hard because the bump gets in the way. His hand grabbed mine and we walked towards the entrance to the paddock where a few people congratulated us even the security guard that checked our passes which made me smile. Once in the paddock of course photographers scrambled to take pictures of us which I expected but it surprised me just how many pictures were taken and how many people followed us through the paddock trying to ask questions.

Along the way to hospitality we ignored all the questions and only stopped to talk to some of the other guys on the grid who we saw along the way who were all so nice and some of the other who have kids gave us some advice which was really useful as the both of us are quite clueless as to what things will be like and have been winging it so far. It took a long time to make it to hospitality like a ridiculously long time but when we eventually got there the team were greeted us and made us follow them through to the big conference room in the building which I thought was weird as I don't think I've ever been in that room but I followed them anyway. Everything made so much more sense when the doors opened and the team had set up a mini baby shower for us which was so sweet of them and almost made me cry because of the hormones but I held it together and just thanked them all instead.

Not a whole lot of work was done for a few hours as the entire team and some of the other riders on the grid were there but it was well worth it as both Jorge and I enjoyed it a lot as we got to finally talk openly about the thing we have been so excited about for these last few months. Everyone was so nice as well and offered to help us in any way possible now and once the baby arrives which was nice of them as I think we are going to need all the help we can get especially during race weekends. The team had also brought us a few things like onesies and other baby clothes some of which were just normal baby clothes and the others had the team logo and things on them which were so cute. Looking at them made it really sink in that in just a few short months the baby would be here and wearing those clothes which was both an exciting and scary thought.

The rest of the day was brilliant and I enjoyed every second of it to the point that I completely for got about what the media would be saying but when we got back to the hotel in remembered straight away so grabbed my phone to check. To my surprise everything I saw on social media and elsewhere was really positive which was a huge relief as it meant that people didn't think we had made a mistake or were judging us on our decision. However it was time for me and Jorge to put out our own posts which we did by picking old pictures we had and writing simple captions then simply clicking the post button. Once that was done I put my phone down and just got in bed to cuddle with Jorge not worrying about what other people were saying as I had all I needed to be happy in this bed with me. In bed is where Jorge and I stayed for the rest of the evening until we both fell asleep with my head on his chest and his arms around me and his hand resting on my bump just like he does every night.

#jorge Martin x reader #jorge martin fluff #motogp imagines #motogp one shots #motogp fluff

[somanyfandomsblog]

high school reunion, part three:

harry’s group chat with his friends:

“Don’t say anything.” Harry said hurriedly.

“Harry you can’t just avoid her.” Ephie said, rolling her eyes. “Plus she just saw me.” Harry turned and saw Cho, his ex girlfriend, walking over to them.

“Hey you guys!” Cho said with a huge smile. “I’m at your table!” Harry groaned internally. “I think they tried to do old friend groups together.” She said, sitting down next to Ephie.

“Hey Cho.” Hermione said, smiling. “It’s so good to see you, how’ve you been?” Cho smiled and shrugged.

“I’ve been Ok! Just graduated and started my first official big kid job… so that’s a bit scary. How are you guys! It’s been so long.” Everyone was making small talk with her and Harry was just nodding along. Truthfully, he wasn’t listening… and maybe he was looking around to see if he could find Draco. He didn’t have a crush on him like all his friends were saying… but he was crazy attracted him. Draco was kind of the reason he knew he liked boys. Harry looked around and he saw two heads of bright blonde hair, one being long and belonging to Luna Lovegood and the other, much shorter, being Draco. Followed by them were a group of people dressed as waiters who he didn’t recognize.

“There’s your lover.” Ron said quietly, so only Harry could hear. Harry kicked him under the table and rolled his eyes.

“Screw you. Don’t say anything Ron, I mean it.” Harry said seriously.

“I would never.” Ron said, but his tone and the look on his face did not ease Harry’s worries.

“I’m going to go over and say hi to Theo and Hannah!” Ron said, standing up. “H wanna walk with me?” Harry nodded, thankful to get away from Cho, and followed him. “Are you really just not gonna say anything to Cho at all tonight?” Ron asked when they were far enough from the table.

“There’s nothing to say. It’s awkward. I haven’t seen her since I broke up with her 5 and a half years ago… so… what am I supposed to say?” Harry said, shrugging.

“I dunno. ‘Hi’ would be a nice start.” Ron said as they approached Hannah and Theo’s table. “Theo! Han! How the hell are you guys?” Ron said as their two old friends stood up and hugged them both.

“Ron, Harry!” Hannah said smiling wide. “Oh my god, it’s so good to see you! I think the last time was… no… not your wedding was it?” Hannah said to Ron. Ron widened his eyes.

“Damn… I think it must’ve been. That’s crazy, we need to have a night out some time, like the old days.” Theo and Hannah nodded. Ron and Hermione had gotten married a little over a year ago.

“How you been Harry? I heard you started working at your dad’s firm!” Theo said, Harry nodded and smiled.

“Yeah! Just this past summer actually, I might be graduating early. It’s been really nice, I like it a lot. What about you, Theo? You like traveled all over the place by the looks of your instagram.” Theo laughed and shrugged.

“Yeah, well, my guy loves traveling. Luckily I can take pictures anywhere! We’re staying put for now though. We just adopted a little boy.” Theo said, smiling wide.

“No fucking way!” Harry said excitedly. It was crazy to him that people his age were getting married and having babies… like on purpose. “That’s amazing, Theo!” Harry pulled him into a tight hug and let Theo tell him all about his new son.

“How are you guys doing tonight?” A tall, pretty woman asked them.

“Hey!” Theo said kindly. “Doing good. You’re Pansy, right?” She nodded with a smile. “Love this place! It’s so cool and the food is always amazing!”

“That’s great to hear! Thanks! I can’t take credit for the food though, that’s all Draco.” She said, gesturing to the beautiful man next to her. He was smiling shyly with an adorable blush. So much for avoiding him.

“Draco, it’s great to see you, man!” Theo said, pulling him into a hug. Draco seemed surprised by this, but hugged him back before quickly pulling away.

“You too. I’m glad you enjoy the food, have you been here before?”

“Yeah! Me and Marcus come here all the time!” Theo responded, Draco nodded with a smile.

“Hey, Draco.” Ron said, shaking his hand. “I don’t think we really talked much in school but I’m Ron.” Ron was sweet for introducing himself, but he was pretty sure that everyone knew who he was. Harry’s friends were joking about Harry being the most popular guy in their school, and maybe that was true, but everyone knew who Ron was too. Draco shook his hand quickly and smiled.

“Who doesn’t know you?” Draco said jokingly. “I think that our class had the first team in about 20 years to win the championship.” Ron raised his eyebrows, clearly not expecting Draco to have that knowledge. “Our whole little town knew all of you guys.” Draco’s eyes flitted to Harry’s for just a moment.

“I’m Harry.” He said, holding his hand out. Draco’s face turned a light pink again and he smiled, grabbing Harry’s hand to shake it.

“Yeah, I think everyone knew you.” Draco said still holding onto his hand. Harry smiled, a step away from a smirk and shrugged.

“Still nice to introduce myself, Draco.” They were still holding onto each other’s hands… and for a moment or two they just looked at each other, until someone cleared their throat. They quickly pulled their hands away and smiled awkwardly.

“Uh right. Well, I’m going to uh… go make the rounds!” Draco said, grabbing Pansy and practically running away. Great.

“That was… so painful to watch.” Hannah said, causing Theo and Ron to laugh.

“What was?” Harry said, thankful that he didn’t blush easily.

“The awkward flirting that just went on.” Theo said through his laughter. “Still got a thing for him then, huh?” Which just made Ron laugh even harder.

“I’m getting a drink. Screw you guys.” And Harry walked up to the bar and sat down, while he waiting for the bartender to get his order.

“What’ll ya have?” Asked a very handsome man.

“Whiskey neat. Please.” Harry said, sounding a bit desperate. The bartender laughed and nodded.

“Not too found of a high school reunion then, huh?” He asked, as he was making Harry’s drink. He finished pouring and slid the cup to Harry. Harry chuckled.

“Just made a bit of a fool of myself in front of… well, it’s not important.” He said, pulling out three dollars and placing it in the tip jar. “Thanks for the drink.” He said, walking back over to the table, really wanting the night to be over before he embarrassed himself again.

part two

part four

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