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doshiart · 2 months

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F1 AU // GALLAVICH

Ian Gallagher is a racing driver, a young star of the McLaren team. Mickey is just a car technician, who only recently joined the team as a trainee.

/long read backstory below/

Okay, I've thought about this a lot. So.. Shameless US but.. huh? living in UK?

First of all, because Formula 1 is more popular in Europe. Secondly, because I want to alter the story of Mickey's growing up. Make it a story about a little boy persevering towards his dreams. And how a simple childhood passion can grow into a potential job opportunity.

If briefly, below I talk about Mickey's developmental stages, along with his final emigration from Ukraine to the UK.

I'm not going into Ian's backstory here. But I'll mention this in more detail at the very end of the post, if you get to the end. Ha ha. Have fun reading!!

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Mickey was six, just a little boy, when he first saw a F1 race on TV. And he was amazed by how quickly the cars could go and how quickly the mechanics performed at pit stops. (Are these even mechanics? Well, they turn the wheels, dad does the same thing in the garage and considers himself a mechanic).

When the next year he went to school in his first grade, then to all the teachers' questions or questionnaires with their “What do you want to be when you grow up?” he confidently answered as clearly as his childish language could, that he would definitely become a F1 mechanic. Even though he received only gentle smiles in reaction to his naivety of being a kid, the desire took root in his little head.

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As he grew older, he continued to enjoy racing, watching every race weekend he could. And while he was a child this did not cause any particular problems. Mom encouraged him in his interests and every New Year gave him tiny branded cars of the teams he loved. But as he gets older, the more often he hears from dad that he is interested in some stupid things. And he didn't want to hear a word about racing at all. As soon as Mickey mentioned it even once, he was cut off mid-sentence.

These are not real cars.

Real mechanics work in a garage with real cars, not kids' toys for show.

Come down to earth. It’s all somewhere far away and you never even get to one of these races in your life.

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Well, Mickey talks less about racing out loud anymore. Especially after mom's gone.

Tiny model cars disappeared into the closet's darkness.

His dad began to drag him into their garage more often so that he would get used to work and not wander around idle, lost in his stupid dreams. He had to skip live racing broadcasts as a result. It was sort of suicidal acts to turn this on in the garage on a small TV instead of some dumb music channel with hit songs. Mickey had learnt long ago to keep his mouth shut.

Just listen. Bring it. Grab it. Repair simple details. Don't go under the hood. Don't touch this, don't touch that. And especially don't break anything. Blah blah blah.

Jesus, are you even a man? Take your gentle hands away if you're not ready to get dirty.

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Despite everything, Mickey still had a dream. One day, he hopes to watch a real-life race. Hear the noise of wheels flying over the track, the roar of engines, the screams of a supportive crowd. He prefers to never talk about his own desire to work as a car mechanic or engineer in F1.

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Mickey was sixteen when he left after ninth grade for a vocational college to applied mechanics specialty.

Because, well, he had good reasons for leaving school two grades early. At the very least, he was already tired of going to school. He didn't even have any friends there. Yes, he communicated with classmates, but that's not it. It's forced. Just so as not to be an outcast and maintain the status of the Milkovich family by playing dirty tricks at school and bullying others. Did he like it? Absolutely not. These guys were idiots with stupid jokes and always picking on chicks.

They kept asking if he liked any of them and talking about how they looked all the time. Mickey never liked anyone. It wasn't that the girls were ugly, he just didn't find them attractive. But he pushed these thoughts away and ignored them. Left it somewhere near to the tiny race cars in the darkness.

Also, classmates called him into fights on regularly. Not that he was against kicking someone's dumb ass, but that he would prefer better reasons than just trying to prove whose class is above.

Another reason is that, in their family, working with their hands and having a real profession are more valued than going to higher education. Because this is a job for real men. Where will all these managers, lawyers, accountants, stupid psychologists be when their car breaks down? Mechanics will always have work and profit.

As well, Mickey is deeply curious about the workings of the engine and wants to fully understand its mechanisms. He will therefore be able to study this in practice with teachers, rather than with a psychotic bastard who screams at the slightest opportunity.

The only thing Mickey truly wanted to learn at school was English. Not because he loved it. This gave him at least some hope of "breaking abroad for the sake of a good life". Perhaps the main reason for his success was that he had a really great teacher who pushed and encouraged him. Sometimes he would stick around after class and stay just to talk with her. Mickey felt parental care, which he hasn't received lately.

“I believe that you can achieve a lot, Mikhailo. Just believe in yourself.” She told him and he believed her, hugging her a little longer so as not to show his wet eyes.

And well, after leaving school, these words sometimes came to mind during the saddest times, when he returned home after a long day of school combined with an exhausting shift in the family garage. Every time he spoke with his dad, he felt terribly devastated. The dream was literally slipping out from Mickey's hands. A pipe dream, is that what they say? Well, at least he'll try to do something.

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Mickey was twenty when he graduated and by this time he was actively saving money, hiding it in different places. Also, he planned his escape from home, considered the best routes, and looked at what things he should take with him, confused about whether he would ever return home again.

As he approached his twenty-first birthday, he finally decided to do it. With only a spark of hope, he was ready to leave for nowhere. And okay, Mickey was a realist; he was aware that things might not work out at all and that he would have to return back eventually. But he'll do anything, though, to make sure that this doesn't happen, to avoid having to meet his dad's derisive gaze once more as his goal gets mocked.

After all, a dream is a dream, right? He also had skills and language abilities in his pocket. So he's really ready to do anything to attain even the tiniest success.

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To get to UK, Mickey had to go through a long journey of transfers from bus to train, from train to plane. He's terribly tired, but here he is. He stands and watches as the new country greets him with heavy rain.

He first found it difficult to adjust to other people's smiling faces. There were a few times when he didn't feel at home because everyone was so friendly and lovely. And these people were incredibly talkative. He'll have to get used to this if he plans to stay here.

The first difficulties he encountered occurred at the department while filling out a form for migrants.

“Mik.. Mikai.. Mikaelo?”

“Mikhailo.” Mickey interrupted.

The employee's eyes stared blankly at him.

He sighed. “Ugh.. Mickey? Yeah, Mickey.”

“Okay, Mickey. Here you are.”

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Mickey got a job as a mechanic for a small business fairly quickly thanks to his abilities. He was so easily and warmly accepted into the friendly team. Here he first felt respect while working. Mickey got assistance from the job department in extending his visa to stay in the country. His job also provided him with a tiny apartment, deducted from his paycheck.

After a while, feeling a little more self-assured, Mickey started saving money for qualifying courses that would help him in the future.

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Mickey was almost twenty-four when he successfully obtained all the qualifications that were necessary for the job, as well as to be sure of himself and his knowledge. During this time two full racing seasons had passed. He attended only one race at Silverstone. This was his almost full year in the UK. His skin broke out in goosebumps when he saw the track in person. It wasn't quite what he expected. Mickey literally stood in one place and once in a while cars would drive by. On TV they show a larger overview, but still. He was excited. In this grand prix, a new young racer from the McLaren team took third place for the first time. His name seems to be Ian, and he likes to take risks on the track, driving the car while presenting a strong sense of confidence. And his hair perfectly matches with the team's car.

He missed the second race due to a qualifying exam. But he's not upset. Mickey is closer than ever to his dream. If everything works out, he'll see even more racing. If not, well, then he'll continue to work repairing regular cars. Perhaps he'll be able to attend grand prix events in other countries during his holidays?

But now it's the middle of the season and he's standing in the lobby of the McLaren Technology Center. He's trembling a little and his wild eyes are scanning everything in the immediate area.

Mickey can't believe the reality of what's happening. No he didn't become a mechanic. But.. it's still impressive. He was interviewed and tested to become a temporary vehicle technician for the team as an intern. He was told something about a possible career advancement and access to other things once he completed more qualifications, but he's not sure he heard everything correctly.

Later they tested him on team tests on the track. He's surprised that he was able to concentrate on his speed and did everything exactly as needed.

He actually became… exactly the one who changes the wheels and does minor repairs. He joined the technical team and will also work on pit stops during the races. And well, okay, if everything that's happening isn't a dream, he's really happy. Extremely happy. Of course, the longer he studied, the more he wanted to do engineering and development. But that's the tiny step, right? This is already more than anything he could have imagined. He saw the race in real life from the stands, and now he got the opportunity to see everything from the staff. He'll interact directly with the racing car. He might even hear how the team interacts with racers. Unbelievable.

Through the noise in his ears, Mickey hears someone standing beside him talking in a muffled voice.

“Hey! You're a new technician, right?”

The guy had already taken off his helmet when Mickey turned around. He softly smiles while stroking his fiery red hair.

Mickey stared at him. When he was brought to the track, he thought that some tester was sitting in the car, but not their young star.

“Yeah. Hope so…” He twitched his lip and scratched nose. “You're Ian, right?”

Of course this is Ian, what a stupid question. It's too embarrassing.

The redhead smile became even larger.

“Yeah…”

And just as he was about to add something else, one of the staff called Ian to go back and he hurriedly turned to Mickey and said quickly, “Oh, uh, see ya later then, gotta go.”

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I'm glad I finally wrote and drew this. This idea has literally taken over my head so much that I don't have the energy to write Ian's backstory in the same way. Once again I am convinced that writing is hard work. And I want to say again about my love for writers. YOU ARE INCREDIBLE. For my brain, drawing is easier than writing. But it was fun!

!!!AND!!! THE MOST IMPORTANT THING! If someone suddenly wants to write a big multi-chap slowburn fic or little drabble or do anything, I'll be happy so much with absolutely anything!!

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Let's talk about Ian now. I was actually going to write a backstory for him too. Maybe at least some minor notes, but I'm not quite sure how best to connect his bipolar with racing. Usually because racers drive go-karts from childhood, get into the junior league and generally build a racing career for years. Maybe he had a breakdown somewhere between seasons and it was quickly noticed?? I don’t know… And I think about how the team constantly checks him, which at times upsets him and forces him to prove to everyone that he is fine and able to drive the car.

Most likely, in this AU, Gallaghers are either rich, or Ian has a sponsor, if you know what I mean… From this fact, a whole lot can change in story. And the second thing seems more likely to me.

I was thinking about how Ian joined the McLaren team at the age of 21, and by the time he first met Mickey he was 22. He had been stable for a long time on medication.

So I'm also considering the possibility that somewhere between his 17-19 years he disappeared from the radar and came back when he found a sponsor who could pay for everything he needed and help him get into the F1 league. At first it was the weakest team, until his potential was noticed and he was offered to move to another team. This fact with the sponsor will probably put a lot of spokes in the wheels (ha).

Racer's body is undergoing an enormous physical strain, so they spend a lot of time in the gym. And Ian really enjoys working out with his team.

Another interesting fact: racers have a super-strong neck to be able to cope with gravitational forces during the race. Therefore, special attention is paid to neck in training. (It seems from the moment I found out this my little fixation began…)

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I think there's a lot of pining here or something. They seem to be nearby, but due to different job responsibilities, at completely distinct levels. And I really want to read something like this with so slow burning.

So, I guess you can consider this as a big prompt for writing, if it inspires you.

Thanks for reading! <3

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nwjws · 6 months

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indebted to you - PSH 🎐

; PAIRING - sunghoon x gn!reader

; SYNOPSIS - every house at hogwarts has a student that doesn’t fit in. ravenclaw, known for intelligence and wit, had park sunghoon, who was neither. everyone’s always wondered how he ended up in the house, but when you follow him into the whomping willow one night during your patrols, you might just find out why.

; TAGS - one shot, hogwarts au, fluff, angst, healing each other, ravenclaw!sunghoon, ravenclaw!reader, book smart!r, street smart!sh, oblivious reader ; WARNINGS - reader gets injured and hurt pretty badly, not proofread and literally no planning whatsoever i winged this entire fic, just me and the voices

; WC - 5.1k

; AUTHOR'S CORNER! - this was requested! the req was pretty vague so i had a lot of freedom and it ended up longer than i planned LOL

every house has an odd one out.

a gryffindor that’s too scared and cowardly; a slytherin that gives up easily; a hufflepuff that would sell out anyone in a heartbeat.

in ravenclaw, you had park sunghoon.

he was everything ravenclaw was not. wit? nope, he was pretty slow. intelligence? honestly, he had about as much knowledge as a first year muggleborn (and he’s lived in the wizarding world his whole life). good grades? god, you don’t know how he managed to make it to 5th year when he was barely scraping by with As (acceptables) in his tests. even being best friends with arguably one of the smartest ravenclaws in your year, jake sim, he still fell short of others.

of course, that undoubtedly led to him being cast out, often sneered at and made fun of by others. how could he be a ravenclaw if he was so stupid?

you didn’t agree with them when they’d call him names, and took the mickey out of the poor boy. there‘s a particular memory you have - in which he entered the common room all battered up and bruised, with jake at his side.

you’d been horrified to see him in such a state, and hurried to help him by healing his wounds. jake had thanked you profusely, but sunghoon had fallen fast asleep on the couch.

you scoffed at the other five students in the room that just stared either in shock or amusement. ravenclaws were never really known for their empathy.

that’s why you weren’t surprised when your patrol partner derided him when you two spotted the oddity slipping out of the castle.

“can’t even hide himself,” he scoffed. “is there anything good he can do?”

“i’m sure there is,” you frown at the other prefect. “there’s got to be a reason the sorting hat put him with us.”

“maybe the sorting hat made a mistake.”

“the hat never makes mistakes.”

“park is a sure evidence that it does. maybe the old thing’s getting rusty in its game.”

you rolled your eyes and walked ahead, dismissing the guy and telling him you’d do the rest of the rounds on your own.

peering out a window, you watched sunghoon casually walk down the steps, towards the whomping willow, you realised. you left the castle and followed him down too, to warn him against visiting the violent tree.

when you got closer, you paused when sunghoon backed away as the tree came to life, and its branches started whipping in his direction. he reached into the book bag slung over his shoulder.

you hid behind a tree and watched curiously as he pulled out a little toy mouse and what looked to be a controller. where did he get that? sunghoon switched it on and placed it on the ground, before using his joystick controller to move the mouse around.

the mouse rolled on its wheels, and escaped the branches, rolling under them and to the base of the trunk. you gasp when the willow’s branches stop lashing out and wonder how he did that.

sunghoon turns sharply when he hears you, and looks around, his stare lingering on the spot you had just been standing in. he reluctantly continues into the gaping entrance at the roots of the tree.

you stay in your spot for a moment longer, wondering if it was really smart of you to follow sunghoon into the tree, infamous for its violent tendencies to destroy anything within its range.

but it’s your duty as a prefect to make sure sunghoon is safe, especially having caught him on his escapade during one of your own patrols. if you left him there and he was found dead or injured in the morning, you would be at fault.

gathering your resolve, you decide to push forward.

nearing the tree, it comes back to life and starts to try attacking you. you have to run back and sit for a moment, wondering how to get through the branches. it’s not like you had your own little mouse and joystick - and besides, if you did, you wouldn’t even know what to do with it. you had no idea exactly what sunghoon did with his tools to calm down the tree.

you curse yourself for not finding out a way to calm down whomping willow trees, but can you really blame yourself? that stuff was NEWT level, only taught in sixth year. you were only in fifth.

you decide to suck it up and watch as the tree swishes around and around, waiting for the branches to leave an opening to the entrance.

when the opportunity comes, you quickly spring into action and sprint towards the open space, praying the tree doesn’t sense you in time.

that was a silly hope. of course it detected you, hell - it might have even purposely left the space open just so you’d come nearer. either way, it swung its arms at you and pushed you to the side causing you to fall and roll on your side. pain shot through your side, so much so you were pretty sure you broke a rib or two. you never knew how strong the tree was.

laying on the ground and waiting the pain out would have been preferable, if there wasn’t a tree trying to whack you to death. so despite the throbbing pain, you forced yourself to get roll onto your stomach (god, maybe you broke three ribs) and got onto your knees.

you scrambled on the ground and ducked your head when another branch came flying by, and crawled (or at least, something like it) towards the hole sunghoon entered through.

as you lowered into the entrance, another branch struck at you, slashing through your uniform and into the skin of your back. a shriek ripped through your throat, and you slipped on the loose gravel of the entrance, sliding down into the tree.

“what are you doing here?”

you cracked an eye open painfully and stared up at sunghoon from where you were sitting on the ground, scrapped, injured, and grumpy.

“oh, nothing. just thought i’d get my ass whooped by my lovely friend, the whomping willow. nothing special, just your average sunday night, you know?”

he huffed amusedly and pulled you up by the wrist. you hissed at the pain, which had him faltering.

“are you okay? sorry, that’s a stupid question.”

“i’m perfectly dandy!”

“here, can you move onto the chair?” he asked, pulling a wooden and splintered chair closer to you. you stood up and sat on it, albeit wincing at every movement.

you pulled out your wand and pointed it at yourself, cleaning your body of all the dirt and grime. sunghoon stared at you contemplatively, concerned lacing his features as he tried to figure out what to do.

“not to disturb you from appreciating my face or anything, i know i’m drop dead gorgeous and all. however, i would really appreciate it if i got some help over here.”

sunghoon flushed red and rushed to your side, kneeling as he pointed his own wand at your ribs.

“i don’t think i need to tell you that this is gonna hurt.”

“what are you doing?” you ask curiously.

he ignores you, speaking an unfamiliar incantation.

then followed: the longest, most agonising 15 seconds of your life.

the air was pushed out of your lungs, and your insides screamed as you felt your bones rearranging themselves. you thrashed as you begged for it to stop, for the pain to go away, or to just die right then and there, if only so the torture would stop.

as if the world was listening, it did stop. as abruptly as it started, it ended. hesitantly, you opened your eyes, to see sunghoon still kneeling in front of you, sweat rolling down his face, searching your face for any signs of further discomfort.

“are you okay?”

you blinked, staring into his eyes. there was a light in them - from where, you don’t know. there was barely any light in the room, the only source being the moon from outside the window.

“what… just happened,” you asked, almost forgetting to reply.

“i performed a spell the sped up the regeneration of your bones.”

you blinked again.

“…so, i’m okay?”

“i’m asking you that.”

“right.” you stood up and felt your torso with your hands, twisting your middle to test for any pain. “yeah, i think my ribs are fixed.”

“probably not fully,” he corrected, rubbing his nape awkwardly. “i haven’t mastered the spell just yet, so your bones may feel a bit stiff in the morning. just don’t do that again.”

“okay, wait. i have so many questions right now.”

sunghoon looked like he expected it, inhaling a breath and sitting on the dusty bed. “a question for a question, ‘kay? ask away.”

“where do i even start?” you sighed. you realised you still had scratches, and the slit on your back. you worked quickly to heal them, while sunghoon went over to help you with your back injury, seeing as you were struggling to reach it.

“how about, what’s your skin care routine, sunghoon?” he joked.

“and they say you don’t have a smart mouth,” you scoff, but laugh anyway.

“they also say i have pretty good skin.”

“i get it, your skin is clearer than any blue sky,” you roll your eyes, sighing in relief as sunghoon casts a (much more soothing) healing spell on your back. “okay, what are you doing here?”

“i was enjoying my peace and quiet, at least until you came.”

“you come to the whomping willow often?”

“i guess so,” he shrugs. “sometimes, when i can’t stand going back to the ravenclaw dorms, i go here.”

“oh.”

“your turn. what are you doing here?”

“to ask for your skin care,” you blurt out. sunghoon barks a beautiful laugh. “i saw you when i was on patrol and followed you when i saw you were going to the whomping willow. i wanted to tell you it was dangerous, and stupid.”

“and yet, you’re the one who’s hurt and injured.”

“theres a reason students are forbidden from coming here,” you say.

“yeah, so why didn’t you just call a teacher? you didn’t have to follow me all the way here, and you knew how dangerous it was.”

you stared at your lap. you didn’t think of just calling a professor, but now that seemed like the more logical thing to do.

“you must have been doing this a long time then, if you knew how to get past the tree safely.”

“about a year and a half,” he confirms. “do you remember that day i came back all messed up?”

“you remember that?” you ask, looking at him with wide eyes.

“how could i not? everyone looked at me like i deserved it, but you were the only person who did anything,” he furrowed his eyebrows.

“i thought you were beat up by other kids.”

“nope. that was the first time i tried to get into the whomping willow. i just hated the idea of going back to the common room, but i didn’t have a way of getting past the tree’s angry arms just yet. jake found me beat up and bleeding on the ground, and brought me back up to the castle.”

“he didn’t bring you to the infirmary? otherwise you would have been perfectly fine when you came back.”

“i asked him not to. even the nurse hates me,” he confessed quietly. your heart ached, and you hated everyone else at that very moment.

how could people hate sunghoon so much for suffering in school? he, who was healing you right now in the dark room of the whomping willow tree. how did he even know that spell earlier?

“can i ask how you knew that spell earlier? i didn’t recognise it.”

sunghoon chuckled. “okay, but that’s two questions. you owe me two answers.” you’d forgotten you were playing some sort of game.

“fine.”

“sometimes, i like to read up on books from other nations. i used to do it only because i’d been searching for a spell to freeze a large body of water for ice skating - i like to do that too - but it turned into a genuine interest.”

“reading up on foreign spells? huh,” you thought out loud. “that’s actually really cool. i’d never thought of it. where was the one you put on my bones earlier from?”

“south asia. i practiced almost all of the spells i came across, but it’s not like i had anything to test them on. i wasn’t going to break some poor animal’s ribs just to see if i could fix it.”

“ah, so i was your lab rat, huh?”

“i guess,” he shrugged. “maybe if i had more practice, i’d have actually been able to fix them entirely.”

“don’t worry about it,” you reassure him. “honestly, the fact you could even perform the spell so well without much practice is amazing. thank you, by the way. i’d probably be at the infirmary instead by now, slowly healing with a stupid magic hot pack the nurse always gives.”

sunghoon laughed at that. “the nurses always give those out. pretty useless, huh?”

“if you ask me, i think they’re just lazy at their job.”

you turn to look at the boy appreciatively, but instead you’re captured in a trance.

the way the moon illuminated his features made him look ethereal; you were jealous. how could someone make a person this beautiful, only to put them through torment from others? it didn’t make sense. it wasn’t fair.

sunghoon squeezed your hand, and only then did you realise he’d been holding it. was he holding your hand the whole time?

“let’s go back to the castle. i don’t think you’d want to spend the rest of the night in the whomping willow.”

“you’re right. but what about you? are you sure you want to go back?”

“i’m feeling better about going up, now that i’ve talked to you.”

“glad i served two purposes by being hurt tonight,” you jokingly saluted. you two shared a laugh before starting back up the path to the castle, being careful not to get caught being out after-hours.

when you two reached the top of the spiral staircase to your house's common room, you approached the eagle knocker on the door.

"when is ninety-nine more than a hundred?" the knocker asked.

you paused for a moment to think, looking to sunghoon for help. he only shrugged at you.

"on a microwave," you realised. "press ninety-nine, and it'll go for a minute and thirty-nine seconds. press one hundred, and the microwave will only work for a minute."

the door swung open after a moment, allowing you and sunghoon to enter.

"i can never answer those riddles."

you looked at him confusedly. "really?"

"really. i've given up trying to answer them since first year," he chuckled quietly to himself.

"but you have to answer them to get into the common room and dorms. how do you usually get back in, then?"

he smiled at you, flashing his fanged tooth. "that's your third question. i usually always come back with jake or sometimes jungwon, and they'll answer it for me. if i'm not with them, well, i'll just wait until they come."

"on the times they don't?"

"then i go to the whomping willow," he looks ahead. "tonight was one of those times, actually. it was the main reason i went out. jake's sick and he's been in bed all day. jungwon is out probably picking a fight with some other smarty-pants."

"oh. that sucks," is your intelligent reply.

"i always said that a password like the gryffindors would have been easier than riddles," he huffs.

ever since that night at the whomping willow, you and sunghoon were considerably. more acquainted and friendly with each other.

smiles shared across crowded hallways and sitting with the other in the ravenclaw common room became normal. sometimes, when you waited for your friends in the great hall for breakfast, sunghoon would strike up a conversation with you, and you'd happily converse with him (and jake).

neither of you had told your friends about the incident. or at least, you didn't. if sunghoon told jake, or any of his other friends (who the school called 'enhypen'), they didn't show any signs of knowing what went down between you two.

that didn't stop your own friends from raising an eyebrow when you said a quick hi to the taller boy, though. the same could be said for sunghoon's friends. there were countless times jake had (very obviously) pushed you two together with a grin on his face and a glint in his eyes. you and sunghoon just rolled your eyes and shared a secret smile - one that had your heart beating a little faster, unable to hold his gaze for a second longer.

that was weird, you thought one day. sunghoon had discreetly levitated some small chocolates to you in class, before you started feeling warmer and found it harder to focus on the lesson. maybe you were getting a fever.

on another note, your newfound friendship with ravenclaw's outcast meant that you often asked about what book he was reading and from where. sometimes you two would even study it together in the library.

"hey, i wanna practice a new spell i found," he greets you as he enters the common room (with jungwon).

"good day to you too," you reply. "do you need to break my ribs and test this 'new spell' on me?"

"if you're offering," he grins.

"i don't know what you're doing, y/n," jungwon starts. "but somehow, this guy's gotten better at comebacks."

"i guess your sarcasm is rubbing off on me."

"i do have that effect on people," you shrug nonchalantly, but let a smile pull at your lips.

the new spell definitely did not need any broken ribs. if anything, it would protect you from them next time.

sunghoon had cast a shield charm on you - one like an invisible bubble around your figure. nothing could get within a two meter range of you, the bubble following you around wherever you walked.

"this is pretty cool," you wow in amazement. you walk closer to the boy, only for him to be forcefully pushed back before you can even touch him. "no wonder charms is the only subject you're acing."

"well, that's why i have you and jake tutoring me on everything else."

"i should ask you where you even get the books for these spells. the international selection in the library isn't exactly that big."

"jake's parents work around the globe, and send me them."

"jake's really got your back, huh?"

"yup. that's four questions, by the way."

"oh, c'mon!" you roll your eyes and groan. sunghoon throws his head back in laughter. "just ask me your damn questions."

"hmm," he said thoughtfully. "why are you nice to me?"

you looked at him meaningfully. "i'm not nice to you, sunghoon. i just have enough human decency to treat you with the respect you have the right to."

he stared at you for a moment with an unreadable expression.

after a moment, he cast off the shield spell, and walked closer to you. he hesitantly wrapped his arms around you, making sure you were okay with it. you hugged him first, and felt him envelope you in an embrace after.

his warmth seeped into your clothes, which you welcomed wholly considering the cold february air. you could feel his heart beating fast - or is it yours?

with your chin sitting on his shoulder, you could see the great lake which had frozen from the winter temperature behind him, and remembered something he told you.

"you were looking for a spell to freeze large bodies of water."

"that's not a question," he mumbles against your shoulder.

"no, it's not."

"like i said, i wanted to go ice skating. it's fun, and i feel free when i do it. but you can't really go skating much at school when there's no ice rink."

"so you wanted to freeze the great lake? isn't there already some spell for that?"

"well, yeah. but that spell freezes it for a pretty long time, and i don't think the merpeople would appreciate their home being frozen for half the year."

"or that the school would allow it," you remind him.

"yeah, that too," he chuckled, his laugh reverberating through you. he finally let go and turned to the lake. "i wanted to find a temporary freezing spell - a few hours at most."

you hummed and stared into the cloudy sunset with him. you missed the warmth of his body, oddly enough.

"could i borrow the book you got this spell from?" you asked him. "that's not a question, by the way."

he smiled. "no, it's not."

maybe you really should go see the nurse. you don't think whatever magical hot pack she'll give you would help with your fever, though.

lately, you noticed that your pulse seemed to increase every so often. when that happened, you felt a bit more nervous - picking at your skin, bouncing your leg, etc. you were struggling to focus in some of your classes too, and you really needed to pick up your weight for your upcoming OWLs.

"stop biting your lip," sunghoon tells you one time.

"i'm not biting my lip. i don't do that," you look at him confusedly.

"you were just doing it. you've been doing it often," he tells you.

"you noticed?" you asked, surprised. his demeanour turned bashful.

"i guess so. here, i got you lip balm."

sunghoon reached into his bag and pulled out a small chapstick.

"for me?" he surprised you again. sunghoon nods. "your lips have gotten uneven and red from all that biting. this should help."

"...thanks," you say, taking the item from his hand.

you don't miss the way his breath hitches when your skin brushes against his. or the way you, both go quiet, unable to make conversation for once.

"so!" you clear your throat, looking in another direction. looking at sunghoon definitely wasn't going to help with your fever right now, or whatever it is you had.

"you still have three questions for me."

"i do," he huffs with a lilt in his tone. "white or dark chocolate?"

you consider him. you didn't understand this little game he was playing - wasn't it supposed to be meaningful questions? one that let you learn more about the other? sunghoon was always unpredictable - you could never guess what he was going to do next. he wasn't just a book you could read and learn from.

a laugh escapes you. "milk chocolate."

something you could read up on however, was the symptoms you were feeling. unfortunately, none of the medicinal books you read had answers that suited you.

you found yourself spending late nights at the ravenclaw library, scouring the shelves for an answer. did you have a new disease, or something?

"y/n?" you jumped when you heard jake's voice call out from below.

climbing down the ladder, you glare at him. "you scared me. what are you doing here? it's like two in the morning."

"it's almost three, actually." you wanted to laugh as he pushed up his glasses. "and anyway, i was going to ask you that question first."

you set down the books in your arms and start flipping through them.

"i was looking for something - a disease, maybe."

"oh? why's that?"

"i've not been feeling well, lately."

"i know a fair lot about medicine and sicknesses," he tells you. "shoot."

"well, i guess my temperature's been fluctuating. sometimes, it would get hotter, at random points in the day. i start to feel ditzy, like my mind goes haywire. i feel anxious when it happens, and it's a little harder to concentrate in class."

"uh huh..." he says thoughtfully. "do you ever feel that in history of magic?"

you look at him with wide eyes, nodding eagerly. "i always feel it during that class!"

"okay, i wanna ask you a question," he faces you. you scrunch your nose.

"you're just like sunghoon. always talking about that stupid question game."

jake just smirked at you. "nevermind, i already got my answer."

"what?"

"i think... the disease you're looking for, is feelings."

"feelings?"

"feelings for sunghoon. i think you like him a lot. you feel all that during history - a class you share with him," he thinks out loud. "i was going to ask if you think about sunghoon often, but you literally mentioned him just now, before i even brought him up."

jake made his way over to you and tapped two fingers to your chest, right above your heart.

"i'm not an expert, but i think this is an easily diagnosable case of love."

you gaped at him, slowly taking your seat.

"i like sunghoon?"

"how long have you been feeling this?"

"maybe a few months, now."

"wow," jake whistled. "i think you should tell him"

"i think that's stupid."

"well, not every ravenclaw can be smart," he shrugged. you glared at him.

"what are you doing here anyway? i don't suppose you're also looking for a diagnosis of love. if anything, i'd diagnose you with nosy."

jake laughed at that. "nah, i was actually looking for you. it's getting kinda boring seeing you and sunghoon pine over each other. thought i'd finally do something about it."

you threw a book at him, which he dodged. unfortunately, he didn't anticipate the second.

"ow!"

"like i said - nosy."

"i do have a pretty good nose - one you'll break if you throw another book at me."

"ugh, you and your friend are so full of yourselves," you scoff. you begin to walk out the library, refusing to see the grin on jake's face.

the sound of his laughter was cut off by the slam of the library doors behind you.

"bring your skates," you shout excitedly to sunghoon as soon as you run into the common room.

he looks at you in bewilderment from the couch, where he'd been playing wizarding chess with jungwon and jake.

"it's the middle of march, the ice has melted. where the hell am i going to skate?"

"just bring it," you smile.

you drag sunghoon down to the great lake by his wrist, both of you guys holding onto ice skates. the sun shines, sparkling in the water of the great lake.

you stop by the lake and fix your skates on. sunghoon follows suit.

"i still don't get what's happening."

"i found a way we can skate even when there's no more ice."

"really?" he gasps, a mix of surprise and excitement on his face. "you found a spell? from where?"

"actually... i didn't find one," you admit meekly. "i made one."

"you made a spell?" he asks, astonished. "how? when? why?"

"you only have two questions," you tease him. it felt good to get him back.

"remember when i asked for the book that had that shield spell?"

"yes."

"i had an idea - what if we could make the water freeze around us? like the way the shield has a range around you where no one can hurt you. i put that concept onto freezing water, and made a spell where the water freezes into ice only around you. that way, you can skate, without freezing the whole lake!"

"that's- that's amazing..." he gawked at you. "have you tried it yet?"

"yep! i wanted to make sure it worked before i got your hopes up."

the both of you stand up and stumble towards the water. you point your wand at the blades on both your shoes, and said the incantation for the spell.

sunghoon tentatively stepped onto the water, wowing when the water around him froze. you watched as he slowly begun to skate on the lake, following him.

"you're crazy," he exclaims with joyful laughter. "you're literally insane. i don't know how you did that. but you're amazing."

you blushed at his praise, his words affecting you way more than anyone else's would have.

being distracted and flustered, you lost your footing on the water (or ice?) and slipped. thankfully, sunghoon dashed towards you and caught you before you planted into the ground.

"careful," he told you. "although i would like to practice that regenerating rib spell, i don't want you breaking any bones again."

you smile shyly, clinging onto his shoulder as he wraps his arm around your back, making sure you didn't fall.

"thank you," you say. "you're always looking after me."

"you did the same for me."

"just once, though. this must be the fifth time you've helped me."

"well, you're kind of clumsy."

"only when i'm with you, it seems."

sunghoon paused, and turned around to look at you, finally letting go of you. you gazed back at him.

"what do you mean?"

"that's two extra questions," you smile at him. "you owe me two answers."

you took in a breath and looked away. you weren't sure if you wanted to see his reaction.

"i think i like you, park sunghoon. meeting you and becoming your friend was a total accident, but a good one. i'm happy it happened, and i wouldn't have changed anything. otherwise, i wouldn't have ever experienced this carefree feeling when i'm around you. i wouldn't have felt what it's like to have my heart speed up, or to look forward to seeing a person every day. and i wouldn't have that person be anyone other than you." serendipity.

you turned to look at him, whose eyes were blown wide, mouth agape. his eyes put his feelings on full display. you could see the disbelief, relief, and affection in them. it gave you courage to say your next words.

"so, you owe me two answers."

he closed his mouth and nodded, gulping down in anticipation. you skate closer, inches disappearing between you two.

"sunghoon, would you let me be yours?"

"yes. yes, yes, yes," he nods, grabbing your wrists and pulling you closer. "if only you'll let me be yours."

you giggle, and lean into him. your faces are now centimetres apart.

"and lastly, can i kiss you?"

he chuckles back. "you really don't have to ask that question."

"just wanted to make sure," you smile, before he crashes his lips onto yours.

; AUTHOR'S CORNER! it's 1am, and this fic is a product of running my imagination with barely any guidelines whatsoever LOL so idk how coherent it is 😁 btw i am closing reqs for now! so i can focus on other works :)

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miguelswifey04 · 9 months

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going to disneyland with miguel o’hara

silly headcanons that i imagine from the top of my head 🌃

miguel would definitely poke fun of ‘disney adults’ because of their bizarre behavior and he’d point them out to you and you’re like “babes??? whyy??? who cares???”

he would complain how long the lines are and how it sucks to stand for long period of time but he’ll just suck it up and not say much for the remainder of the time in the line because he knows how much you wanted to go on the ride

matching minnie and mickey mouse hats 🥹

you love taking selfies and off-guard photos of him AND he will be like “delete it please..” “no.” “okay fine.” you made a photo album in your phone of all the cute pics you’d taken of miguel where he wasn’t looking <3

he definitely said the cars ride at california adventure park was too fast for him 😭😭 and you’re like “they’re fast but that fast! stop being so dramatic..” yeah he’s definitely gonna never forget that experience to say the least, he was holding on for dear life ☠️

when you both went to the ferris wheel, miguel being tall and burly made the gondola swing side to side pretty fast which made you kind of squeamish and you were now the one holding on for dear life…he was definitely recording your reaction and chortling “this isn’t funny miguel!!” “yes it is, look at you.” he’d be smirking and definitely teasing you.

if your legs start to hurt from walking all day long he’d definitely carry you or give you a piggy bank ride because surprisingly miguel isn’t tired at all and he has really good stamina (😏)

#spiderman atsv #spider man: across the spider verse #miguel o'hara #atsv x reader #miguel o’hara x reader #miguel spiderman #🌱 lin writes #miguel o’hara x y/n #spider person

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callsigndragon · 1 year

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A little bit of courage | Bradley Bradshaw

Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x female reader

word count: 1.7k

warnings: all the fluffs

if you want to be tagged on everything tgm or on everthing rooster related, let me know down below in the comments! (with some love, very much appreciated! ❤️)

“Can you say that again? I want to check that I didn’t hear you wrong,” you say, feeling a ton of butterflies in the pit of your stomach. And not the good ones.

Rooster chuckles, taking one hand from the wheel to grab yours. “I said,” he kisses your knuckles and keeps looking ahead, “that I want you to meet my family.”

“Oh, yeah. I heard you right.”

“Are you scared?” Rooster asks, stopping the car at a red light and looking at you.

“Scared of meeting the people you work with, and not only that but also Maverick, who is not only your boss but also the closest thing to a father you have?” You look at him with wide eyes and a trembling smile, giving away your true feelings. “How could I be scared?”

“Honey, you know Phoenix and Hangman already.”

“But I haven’t met all of them at the same time!” You reply, covering your face. “Okay, just tell me when, so I can get mentally prepared for it.”

Bradley doesn’t respond for a few seconds before turning to the right and parking the car in front of a two-story light blue house. There are a few other cars and some bikes parked in the front, and you can hear animated conversation in the backyard. “...now?”

“Bradley Bradshaw, you have the worst timing in the history of timings.” You groan, looking at your brand new dress that he bought for you. “So that’s why you bought me this? So I didn’t get angry?”

Bradley pouts, looking like a child who has lost his favorite toy. “Are you angry?”

“I should.” You reply with a stern tone.

“But you aren’t, right?” He leans closer to you, pecking you on the cheek. “Right?”

“Don’t think kisses will fix this.” You scoff, grabbing your bag.

“Well, it depends on where I kiss you. I'll show you tonight."

You feel your face burn at the teasing tone on his voice, and the silent promise of fun activities that might take place tonight. “Let’s get inside before you start something here.”

Bradley gets out of the car, adjusting his clothes. Yellow Hawaiian shirt over a white t-shirt, and jeans. “You’re way too loud for that, baby girl.”

“Bradley!”

"Come on, everybody is waiting." He says, placing his hand on your lower back and leading you to the backyard.

Bradley's family is sitting under the brown cedar outdoor pergola, talking and laughing as the day fades and the San Diego sky darkens. Phoenix and Hangman, the only two faces you can recognize, are talking with a blonde man with glasses. They seem to be sharing something from the past with the other man, because she keeps shaking her head every time Jake speaks, as if he weren't telling the story as it really was.

There are more men and two other women, one of them seems pretty young. The blonde girl turns in your direction when he sees Bradley walking towards them, and when her face lits up, you know that she must be Amelia. Bradley talks a lot about her.

“Roos!”

“You need to stop growing up, look at you!” He gets closer to her, hugging her tightly and messing with her hair.

“Hey! Don’t do that.” She whines, fixing her hair with her fingers, before turning to you. “You’re y/n! Bradley talks a lot about you.”

Bradley’s ears turn red, and he clears his throat. “I don’t talk a lot. Just the normal amount.”

“Puh-lease, Bradshaw. You literally spent three hours talking about how marvelous she is, how beautiful she is, how she is the most-”

Bradley covers her mouth with his hand before she can keep embarrassing him. “It’s all lies.”

You nod, tightening your lips in a thin line to not smile. “Sure, all lies.”

“Come on, I’ll introduce you to the rest.” He grabs your hand and walks you up to his family. “Hey, where’s Mav?”

“He’s with Mickey at the BBQ.” A woman with long, dark hair says, getting up from her seat. She’s Amelia’s mom, Penny. “And you, my dear, you must be the girl that has Bradley wrapped up around her finger.”

You chuckle, looking at your boyfriend. “I think it’s the other way around, ma’am.”

You spend the next few minutes getting introduced to the other aviators and learning their names, their call signs, and the stories behind them. It feels like you're part of the family already.

Maverick walks out of the BBQ station, Mickey close behind him, and places large amounts of meat on the dinner table set under the patio lights suspended from the big porch's ceiling. You don’t know who is behind the decoration, but they know how to create a cozy, inviting ambience.

“Hey, Mav! Want you to meet someone.” Bradley speaks when the whole group reunites around the dinner table.

“Oh, you’re y/n? And here I am, all greasy and sweaty.” Mav chuckles, offering you his hand.

“That’s like your everyday outfit.” Penny chimes in, making the rest laugh.

“Ignore my wife, please. She’s on a crusade to make me look like an idiot.” Maverick explains, rolling his eyes.

“You don’t need any help with that, honey!”

“I’m Pete Mitchell, but everyone calls me Maverick. Or just Mav.” He shakes your hand, chuckling at the fit of giggles around the room after her last dig against him.

“Nice to meet you, sir.”

The night goes on smoothly. Small conversations over the most delicious food, laughs, jokes, happy memories, and sad ones are shared... When Rooster told you about his family and how none of them were blood related to him, you were a bit skeptical about it. But seeing the way they talk and share stories, how they always have each other’s backs, how they make plans for the near future and for the distant future, knowing that no matter what life has in store for them, they will be there, makes you realize that this found family is in no way inferior to any other one.

If any, it puts many families to shame.

“He loves you.” Maverick says, sitting next to you once dinner is over, and everyone is scattered around the backyard, some of them even playing a game called, dogfight football. You’ve never heard of that before.

“You think?” You ask him, playing with the edge of your dress. You haven’t said that yet. Not because you don’t feel it. You love him, and you’re sure of that.

But somehow... it never seemed the right moment.

“I know. I’ve known him all his life. He has it written on his forehead.” He chuckles, watching Bob fall to the ground trying to catch the ball.

“I don’t know, Mav… We’ve been together for a while now, but… Maybe he’s not ready for a-”

Mav raises a hand, stopping your train of thought. “He has lost every single member of his real family over the years, and for a while, he was alone. I wasn’t the godfather he needed, and I almost destroyed his career.”

“What did you do?”

“I pulled his application from the Naval Academy,” Maverick admits, feeling horrible.

“Oh god… Why would you do that?”

He sighs, weighing his options. “His mother asked me to. He doesn’t know.”

The news come as a shock. Why would he tell you this? He just met you! And now, you have that feeling of knowing a secret that you shouldn’t.

“Mav… why are you telling me this?” You ask, wanting to know why he is trusting you with such information.

“Because I want you to know that the other important woman in his life, his own mother, didn’t think he was prepared for being a fighter pilot.” Mav explains, watching Rooster and Hangman run around the backyard. “People have been underestimating him all his life. They thought he wasn’t prepared for the Navy, they thought he wasn’t prepared for the uranium mission…”

“Uranium mission?”

“That’s classified.” He grabs your hands, squeezing them a bit. “What I’m trying to tell you is that you may think that he’s not ready for a serious relationship, but he brought you here, with his family. He is ready.”

You stop for a second, thinking about the implications of his words. He really did that.

“He has brought you here, wanting to show you the family he has. The family that he wants you to be part of.” He insists, turning his head to look at all the members of this small but lovely family.

��I’m not an aviator, Mav. I don’t fit in”

Mav shakes his head. “Nobody wants you to fit. You’re different, and different doesn’t mean bad. It means that you have other specialties, and that we can learn a lot from you.”

“I don’t have a lot to teach y’all.” You chuckle, looking at your hands.

“I think you do. Bradley says that you encouraged him a lot on this last mission.”

You smile, remembering Bradley sitting down on the kitchen table, looking at the report in his hands, wondering if he was able to pull it off, or if he was going to burn in. “He can do whatever he wants. He’s more capable than he thinks.”

Maverick nods, kissing your hands before getting up. “And that’s why you’re here, love. To remind him that he can do whatever he sets his mind on. Even when the rest of the world tells him he can’t.”

When Maverick walks away, you stay there for a while, thinking of everything he has said. Maybe he really is prepared for that serious relationship you crave. Maybe he just needs a bit of encouragement.

“Honey, are you okay?” Bradley’s voice startles you, making him snort when you jump on the bench you have been sitting for a while. “Sorry.”

“Don’t worry. I was just… thinking.”

Bradley sits with you, removing his shirt and putting it over your shoulders. “About what?”

“About how much I love you, how proud I am of you, and how glad I am to finally have met your family. Nat and I are going shopping together next week.”

Rooster smirks, liking his lips, while an airy laugh leaves his body. “You realized what you’ve just said?”

You nod, kissing the corner of his lips. “Want me to say it again?”

He shakes his head, grabs your chin between his thumb and index finger, and lifts your head so he can look you in the eyes. “I love you too, y/n.”

He leans in, kissing you softly and lovingly, and he’s worried that you can hear his loud heartbeat.

“So you only needed a bit of courage, huh?” You joke, placing your head on his shoulder.

“What do you mean?”

“Nevermind.”

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ddejavvu · 10 months

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mei's 20k celebration !!

first of all, thank you to each and every single one of you for being here!! together you make just over 20k. the size of my audience is very hard for me to fathom (seriously, have you ever googled what 20,000 people look like? insane!!!) but i know i'm incredibly grateful that you're here!! writing is very fun for me but it's even better with lovely people like you cheering me on, and i'm happy to do what i do if it means you get to enjoy it.

i have been exceptionally busy lately, and i haven't done a follower celebration since 10K i believe, so i figured now was a good time for another one! i know not everyone is into the same fandoms as everyone else, so this celebration will be separated into each different fandom that i write for. why? it's fun for me to plan things around my fandoms, but i didn't want to exclude anyone, so i just made a little mini celebration for them all :)

you're allowed to send as many asks as you want, for whichever fandoms you want, i just ask that you do it in separate asks! i'm not sure yet when I'm going to end the celebration, but I'll give you at least a 24H warning so that you can send in any last asks you have :)

without further ado: my 20k follower celebration!

Top Gun / Top Gun Maverick - Playing With The Boys

Are you ready for a beach day with some navy men? Choose an option from the list below and come hang out by the water, just be careful no one pushes you in!

'maverick? did your mother not like you, or something?' - make up a callsign for yourself, tell me why you've chosen it, and I'll tell you which character i think you'd get along with!

'i just don't want anyone to know i've fallen for you.' - send me a request for a baby blurb! give me a character, and a plotline, and i'll write you a little fanfiction :)

'and your wingman?' - tell me your favorite character and i'll link a tiktok that i think fits their vibe!

'dogfight football.' - games! fmk, would you rather, cym, all surrounding the characters of top gun!

'baby on board!' - send me a headcanon about one of the characters and i'll give you one back!

'hangman. you look... good.' - tell me your favorite character and i'll give you a photo of them from my pinterest board

characters accepted: pete 'maverick' mitchell, nick 'goose' bradshaw, tom 'iceman' kazansky, ron 'slider' kerner, leonard 'wolfman' wolfe, rick 'hollywood' neven, beau 'cyclone' simpson, bradley 'rooster' bradshaw, jake 'hangman' seresin, natasha 'phoenix' trace, robert 'bob' floyd, javy 'coyote' machado, mickey 'fanboy' garcia, reuben 'payback' fitch, + ask if you'd like me to write someone else!

Criminal Minds - Wheels up in 30

You've been called on a case with the BAU! Pass the time on the jet with an option from the list below, and good luck catching your unsub!

'we interrupt your regularly scheduled programming...' - pick an activity to do on the jet on the way back from a case, and i'll tell you which member of the BAU i think you'd get along with!

'oh, you LOVE me!' - send me a request for a baby blurb! give me a character, and a plotline, and i'll write you a little fanfiction :)

'ah- he wants to be his FAVORITE profiler.' - tell me your favorite character and i'll link a tiktok that i think fits their vibe!

'hey, there's still money on this thing!' - games! fmk, would you rather, cym, all surrounding the characters of criminal minds!

'let me tell you about my team.' - send me a headcanon about one of the characters and i'll give you one back!

'pretty boy!' - tell me your favorite character and i'll give you a photo of them from my pinterest board

characters accepted: aaron hotchner, derek morgan, emily prentiss, spencer reid, penelope garcia, david rossi, jennifer jareau, + ask if you'd like me to write someone else!

The Marauders - Summer at Potter Manor

You've been invited to spend the summer at James's manor! Be polite to Euphemia and Fleamont, spend your day picking an option from this list, and try not to tear up the lawn!

'a rather friendly disposition' - tell me what you think your animagus form would be any why, and I'll tell you which character i think you'd get along with!

'oi! evans!' - send me a request for a baby blurb! give me a character, and a plotline, and i'll write you a little fanfiction :)

'mischief managed' - tell me your favorite character and i'll link a tiktok that i think fits their vibe!

'i solemnly swear that i am up to no good' - games! fmk, would you rather, cym, all surrounding the marauders era characters!

'he's a murderer.' - send me a headcanon about one of the characters and i'll give you one back!

'pretty brown eyes' - tell me your favorite character and i'll give you a photo of them from my pinterest board

characters accepted: remus lupin, sirius black, james potter, lily evans, + ask if you'd like me to write someone else!

Stranger Things - Into The Woods

You're going monster hunting with Hawkins' finest! Pass the time waiting for your trap to be sprung by picking an option down below, but don't talk too loud, or it might hear you...

'we're stuck here...' - tell me which season of stranger things is your favorite and why, and I'll tell you which character i think you'd get along with!

'it's finger lickin' good.' - send me a request for a baby blurb! give me a character, and a plotline, and i'll write you a little fanfiction :)

'that's actual shit.' - tell me your favorite character and i'll link a tiktok that i think fits their vibe!

'oh it's the championship game?' - games! fmk, would you rather, cym, all surrounding the stranger things characters!

'this is giving me the heebie jeebies.' - send me a headcanon about one of the characters and i'll give you one back!

'I've got a date, dad.' - tell me your favorite character and i'll give you a photo of them from my pinterest board

characters accepted: eddie munson, steve harrington, robin buckley, jonathan byers, nancy wheeler, jim hopper, chrissy cunningham, joyce byers, + ask if you'd like me to write someone else!

Marvel - Crime Fighting Duty

Your favorite heroes have asked you to tag along for a day! between calls on the police radio, pick an option from the list below and fight the day away!

'he's got one up his ass, too.' - tell me what superpowers you'd want and why, and i'll tell you what marvel character you'd get along with!

'you're a very good kisser.' - send me a request for a baby blurb! give me a character, and a plotline, and i'll write you a little fanfiction :)

'pile of bodies, pile of heads.' - tell me your favorite character and i'll link a tiktok that i think fits their vibe!

'ooh! I know this one!' - games! fmk, would you rather, cym, all surrounding the marvel characters!

'I was cleaning the chimney.' - send me a headcanon about one of the characters and i'll give you one back!

'we look GOOD.' - tell me your favorite character and i'll give you a photo of them from my pinterest board

characters accepted: eddie brock / venom, peter parker (1, 2, and 3), matt murdock, steve rogers, bucky barnes, + ask if you'd like me to write someone else!

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wheels-of-despair · 10 months

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🔪 Eddie

"FUCK!"

"What have you done?" you call from Eddie's room.

"Nothing!"

"Didn't sound like nothing," you mumble as you haul yourself out of his bed and head toward the kitchen.

He's standing there with a towel wrapped around his hand. A knife lays on the counter, next to the bag of chips he was trying to open. You raise an eyebrow.

"Couldn't find the scissors," he shrugs. "Thing was welded shut."

"And you thought hacking at it with a knife was the next best thing?"

He glares.

"C'mon, let's get you cleaned up before Wayne finds out I let you use a knife. I can't afford to lose this baby-sitting gig."

"You're not my fucking baby-sitter," he grumbles, but lets you drag him to the bathroom by his good hand.

"Sure, Eds. Say, if you're a good boy for me, I'll let you pick your own band-aid! Do you want Mickey Mouse or Ninja Turtles?" you ask with the mock-enthusiasm of a mother trying to appear doting in public.

He rolls his eyes and tries not to smile. He sits on the counter while you dig out the first aid kit and get to work. He holds out his finger and lets you wash and disinfect it, letting out a hiss when the alcohol hits his cut. (Thankfully, it's not deep.) You wrap his finger in a plain band-aid, and make a mental note to get him a box of fun ones as a joke for the next gift-giving occasion.

"Alright, you're fixed."

"No, I'm not."

You cock an eyebrow, and he holds out his finger. "You're supposed to kiss it and make it better."

"Right. Of course. How could I forget the most important part of the healing process? I really am the worst baby-sitter in the world."

You lean forward and kiss the tip of his finger.

"NOW I'm fixed," he grins.

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disneytva · 8 months

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October 2023 Programming Highlights

Sunday, Oct. 1 Original Special – Premiere on Disney Channel, Disney Junior and Disney XD “Mickey and Friends Trick or Treats” (7:00-7:30 p.m. EDT) Additional Airings All Month Long! Mickey, Minnie, Goofy, Donald and Daisy are trick-or-treating when Donald spies the spookiest mansion he’s ever seen and assumes it has the best treats. After he convinces his friends to risk a visit, the owner, Witch Hazel, casts a spell that turns them into their costumes. TV-Y7

Friday, Oct. 6 Original Series – Episode Premiere on Disney Channel and Disney Junior Mickey Mouse Funhouse “Stink, Stank, Stunk!/Dia de los Muertos” (2-15) (10:00-10:30 a.m. EDT on Disney Channel/12:05-12:25 p.m. EDT on Disney Junior) “Stink, Stank, Stunk!” – When Mickey and the gang try to rid Majestica of a mysterious smell, they discover the Grand Pumpkin must be returned to Halloweenville before it rots away.

“Dia de los Muertos” – The gang celebrates Día de los Muertos in Mexico City. TV-Y

Original Series – Episode Premiere on Disney Channel and Disney Junior SuperKitties “Cheesenado/Talented Troublemaker” (1-26) (10:30-11:00 a.m. EDT on Disney Channel/1:25-1:55 p.m. EDT on Disney Junior) “Cheesenado” – Bitsy learns to say goodbye to Renata and her robin babies when they have to fly away.

“Talented Troublemaker” – The SuperKitties stop Mr. Puppypaws from cheating in the talent contest. TV-Y

Saturday, Oct. 7 Original Series – Episode Premiere on Disney Channel and Disney XD Big City Greens “Bad Dad/Junk Junkie” (4-03) (8:00-8:30 a.m. EDT) “Bad Dad” – Cricket and Tilly get to know their grandpa while Nancy scrambles to find him a job.

“Junk Junkie” – Desperate to ensure his family’s future security, Bill becomes a hoarder. TV-Y7

Original Series – Episode Premiere on Disney Channel and Disney XD Kiff “I Like To Move It!/Hive Got An Idea” (1-21) (9:00-9:30 a.m. EDT) “I Like To Move It! – Kiff and Barry agree to move a piano for Helen in exchange for a wish, but can’t agree on the wish.

“Hive Got An Idea” – Kiff shows a new kid around school but can’t stop his family from interfering. TV-Y7

Friday, Oct. 13 Original Series – Episode Premiere on Disney Channel and Disney Junior Pupstruction “The Mayor Mover/Bobby’s Balloon Blunder” (1-16) (8:00-8:30 a.m. EDT on Disney Channel/11:40 a.m.-12:10 p.m. EDT on Disney Junior) “The Mayor Mover” – When Lloyd goes out of town, Pupstruction builds a cart with wheels to help move the mayor around.

“Bobby’s Balloon Blunder” – Lickety Split builds a hot air balloon but gets stuck and asks the crew for help. TV-Y

Saturday, Oct. 14 Original Series – Episode Premiere on Disney Channel and Disney XD Big City Greens “Handshaken/Coffee Mates” (4-04) (8:00-8:30 a.m. EDT) “Handshaken” – After being mocked for his handshake, Cricket trains for a Western-style handshake duel.

“Coffee Mates” – Gloria combines her work life and social life by hiring her friends as employees. TV-Y7

Original Series – Episode Premiere on Disney Channel and Disney XD Kiff “You Can’t Handle the Tooth!/Blooper Quest” (1-22) (9:00-9:30 a.m. EDT) “You Can’t Handle the Tooth” – Kiff has a lot to do today, but brushing her tooth is not on the list.

“Blooper Quest” – Kiff, Barry and the crew set out to make a movie so they can have a fun blooper reel, but blooping is hard. TV-Y7

Original Series – Episode Premiere on Disney Channel Hamster & Gretel “Nano a Nano/The Ultimate History of Dr. MedusaSaurus” (1-24) (10:00-11:00 a.m. EDT) “Nano a Nano” – On a school trip to a robot factory, Gretel encounters a nanobot.

“The Ultimate History of Dr. MedusaSaurus” – Gretel and Bailey meet a strange paleontologist at a museum. TV-Y7

Original Series – Episode Premiere on Disney Channel and Disney XD Hailey’s On It! “I Know What You Did Last Slumber/Lady and the Trampoline” (1-17) (11:00-11:30 a.m. EDT) “I Know What You Did Last Slumber” – When Hailey’s innocent sleepover prank goes awry, she must choose to live with the guilt or come clean.

“Lady and the Trampoline” – When Hailey must face her fear of trampolining, she learns not to let worries about her appearance get in the way of fun. TV-Y7

Saturday, Oct. 21 Original Series – Episode Premiere on Disney Channel and Disney XD Big City Greens “Iced/Chipped Off” (4-05) (8:00-8:30 a.m. EDT) “Iced” – Gramma butts heads with Nick when he crashes her special family hockey outing.

“Chipped Off” – Chip Whistler recounts what happened to him since “Chipocalypse Now.” TV-Y7

Original Series – Episode Premiere on Disney Channel and Disney XD Kiff “When You Mow You Mow/Harry’s Maturity Crisis” (1-23) (9:00-9:30 a.m. EDT) “When You Mow You Mow” – Reggie is the first kid in Table Town to mow his own lawn, and Kiff wants to be the second.

“Harry’s Maturity Crisis” – When Harry runs away, Barry and Kiff do anything they can to bring him back. TV-Y7

Original Series – Episode Premiere on Disney Channel Hamster & Gretel “No Sprain, No Gain/Finding Professor Ex” (1-25) (10:00-11:00 a.m. EDT) “No Sprain, No Gain” – Kevin is stuck at home with a sprained ankle as the rest of the gang tries to stop a strange jewel thief.

“Finding Professor Ex” – When Professor Exclamation goes missing, Gretel and Nordle try to find him. TV-Y7

Original Series – Episode Premiere on Disney Channel and Disney XD Hailey’s On It! “Scott’s on a Roll/Bye Bye Birdies” (1-18) (11:00-11:30 a.m. EDT) “Scott’s on a Roll” – In a competition where the winner has a sandwich named after them, Hailey is pitted against Scott.

“Bye Bye Birdies” – When Hailey must be truthful for a day, she ends up delivering a comedy roast. TV-Y7

Saturday, Oct. 28 Original Series – Episode Premiere on Disney Channel and Disney XD The Ghost and Molly McGee “Welcome to NecroComic-Con / Fit to Print” (2-16) (8:00-8:30 a.m. EDT) “Welcome to NecroComic-Con” – Ollie struggles to have the difficult conversation with his parents and reveal that he is friends with a ghost.

“Fit to Print” – When the school newspaper is in danger of shutting down, Molly goes on a mission to save it. TV-Y7

Original Series – Episode Premiere on Disney Channel and Disney XD Kiff “Silly Moods/Chatterley vs Chatterley” (1-24) (9:00-9:30 a.m. EDT) “Silly Moods” – A trip to Table Town Museum is threatened when Kiff and Barry get into a silly mood.

“Chatterley vs Chatterley” – When a leftover slice of pizza goes missing in the Chatterley home, they must settle the matter in family court. TV-Y7

Original Series – Episode Premiere on Disney Channel Hamster & Gretel “Bayou Barb/The Great Pillow War” (1-26) (10:00-11:00 a.m. EDT) “Bayou Barb” – The Grant Gomez family goes on a bayou vacation where they encounter a local legend.

“The Great Pillow War” – Kevin and Gretel battle it out in a huge pillow fight. TV-Y7

Original Series – Episode Premiere on Disney Channel and Disney XD Hailey’s On It! “Frankly Fabulous/The Pin is Mightier Than the Swole” (1-19) (11:00-11:30 a.m. EDT) “Frankly Fabulous” – Hailey enters Frank the Flamingo into a bird show and they run into his former mean trainer.

“The Pin is Mightier Than the Swole” – Expert bowler Hailey struggles with a list item that requires her to lose to her dad at bowling. TV-Y7

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screwzara · 1 year

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About Me

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Alias(es): Myst, Maruu, Zara, Chasm, Fera, Heikha, Zamar, Mon, Cimii, Chay, Scry [Most Used Alias]

Like(s): Drawing, watching memes, games, daydreaming

Dislike(s):... My unluckiness, life

Nickname(s):.... Joey, Duckling, Tadpole, Screw(you'll know who gave me that nickname if you read the comment before), Zar

Gender/Pronouns: She/Her

Nationality: Indian

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Game(s) I play/like:

Sky: Children Of The Light

Postknight 2

Hollow Knight(when i have time)

Undertale(very rarely but yes)

Genshin Impact

Minecraft(occassionally)

Epic Mickey(binged the entire playthrough series for both EM and EM2 cuz i liked it that much)

Gacha Club(returned to it because of @rabberchimken)

Animal Restaurant

Honkai: Star Rail

RainWorld

Cuphead (-the dlc unfortunately)

Gacha Life 2

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Show(s) I watch(ed)/like(d):

Boboiboy(all seasons, hoping to binge again)

Boboiboy Galaxy(Gonna binge this too+the season 2 comic)

Rise of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles (pending, hoping i get to watch after exams but i saw out of context videos and it looks fun)

Ejen Ali(I have yet to see season 3 so pls tag spoilers for that season and i also gotta binge it cuz I've forgotten some things),

Mechamato(only watched season 1)

Lego Monkie Kid(have watched out of context clips and I think i have enough time to start watching so)

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Type of Content I Post:

Gacha Club/Gacha Life 2

AU Content

OC content

Art(traditional, digital or animation)

Memes

Random shit(like things about me, my life, just something random)

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OC/Creator Questions(?)

What Color Am I? #1

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Outfit Meme Request #1

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Why Do You Follow Me?

Color Wheel Challenge

Assumption Asks!

AvA Ask Game

Anonymous Assumption Game

✨ Cool ✨ Colour Ask Game

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Uncommon Questions for OCs

Emotions Chart - Credit to @/goofybeatrix

If It's Ok To....

Ask me my Top 5 ______

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A s k g a m e !

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@rabberchimken

@boiling-potato

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@button-soda

@tsutsujinothere

@viceversasramy

@molyuzomi

@lunarthefrieschild

@vanillaxoshi

@itsabirbitsaplane

@allhailhelium

@stuckinanairfrye-r

@thebruhb0i

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Close Friend(s) [IRL]:

@itssimpforeternity

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And makeshift Masterpost for the AUs I have made so far(in chronological order):

Virabot Malfunction AU - Animation vs Animator AU [HIATUS]

AxoTurtle Twin AU - RotTMNT AU [DISCONTINUED]

Gympie Filled Cauldrons AU - Cookie Run Kingdom AU [HIATUS]

Long Distance Friendship AU - Ejen Ali x Boboiboy Crossover AU [HIATUS]

[Unnamed At The Moment] - Epic Mickey AU [HIATUS]

Absence AU - Mechamato x Boboiboy AU AKA Power Sphere Universe AU [HIATUS]

Chasm Of The South AU - Postknight 2 AU centered around my player character [HIATUS]

Visit For a Month AU - a wholesome Gacha friends/peeps centered AU, will make an appropriate Masterlist when i have time [HIATUS]

Forgetful Purity AU - JSAB AU [HIATUS]

Blind Strike AU - Cuphead AU [HIATUS] -- Ask Blog: @blind-strike-au -- Link

VAGRANTTALE AU - Undertale/Sans AU [HIATUS]

Not Exactly A Hero AU(Temporary Masterpost) - Not Exactly A Hero Visual Novel [HIATUS]

Impairment AU - Riggy AU [HIATUS]

Celestial Reign AU - Gacha AU [HIATUS]

Determined & Just AU - Undertale × Undertale Yellow AU [ON GOING] -- Ask Blog: @determined-n-just-au -- Link

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theharddeck · 2 years

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out of the blue, clear sky (chapter three) // Jake Seresin x Reader

Pairing: hangman x fem!reader (no y/n)

Synopsis: what's a bit of state rivalry between pilots? You and Hangman see each other in a new light after a late night at a dive bar, and this started as a one shot, then suddenly it was 2k words of country karaoke, and now I want to write a fluffy love story

Warnings: 18+, minors please DNI -- this is a 5 chapter deal and this one is pretty PG, but it'll ratchet up to E in a later chapter, and I don't want to mislead anyone. In the interim, there's swearing, but yeah mostly flagging this because something smutty this way comes

Length: 3.2k

tagging the usuals: @peakyrogers @winterrebel04 @blue-aconite @desert-fern @bioodforbiood @et-homephone @dempy @olliepig @double-j @wildxwidow @blazinglioness @laracrofted @javihoney @amnmich @smoothdogsgirl @shanimallina87 @loveforaugust

chapter one / chapter two / chapter three / chapter four / chapter five

“I’m borrowing your sweater,” Fanboy announced, as he let himself into your room, already halfway across it by the time the door shut behind him.

“Hello,” you intoned, looking up from the book you were just settling into, a cozy murder mystery you’d opened on your weekend off. “How are you, come on in.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Mickey waved a hand, reaching your closet and filtering through it.

Last winter, he’d realized the two of you were the same height, and you’d realized how much better most of your sweaters looked on him. It tracked—you preferred men’s sweaters because they fit better on your shoulders—and there wasn’t enough fall weather that you missed having them.

“Hot date?” you asked, raising an eyebrow when he pulled out a sweater that could’ve been a part of a Ransom Drysdale cosplay.

Fanboy snorted, pulling it over his head ungraciously. You sighed when it snagged on his hair, and set your book aside to help him. He was mumbling inside the sweater, and when you pulled it over his head, he wrinkled his nose.

“Thanks,” he mumbled.

“No problem,” you said, trying not to laugh.

“But no,” Mickey continued, like he hadn’t just gotten stuck in a sweater, “Halo wants us to do that boardwalk carnival thing, remember?”

Well now that he’d said it, you remembered.

Something about how carnivals aren’t fun when they’re all crowded in the summer, but it’s much better to enjoy caramel corn, a Ferris wheel, and arcade games in the autumn chill, before the boardwalk closed down for the season.

“That’s today?” you asked, and Fanboy looked meaningfully at the pajamas you’d already changed into.

“Halo’s been on about this for weeks; she’ll kill you if you don’t come,” he said, cheerfully.

You groaned, looking back at your soon-to-be-abandoned book. “When’s everyone leaving?”

“Meeting in front of the rec center in,” Mickey checked his watch as you pushed around him to start rifling through your civilian clothes, “like two minutes.”

“You’re no help,” you told him. “It’s important to me that you know that.”

“Oh no, I know,” he said, and he laughed as he made his way towards your door.

A quick look in the mirror told you this was going to be rough.

As soon as the door shut behind Fanboy you pulled off your pajamas, yanking a turtleneck over your head and stepping into a pair of corduroy overalls, leaving them undone around your waist while you shoved your feet into boots. You knew better than to mess with your hair this late, cramming it into a baseball cap and tucking a bookmark into the murder mystery before spinning out of the room.

You grimaced as you tried to do up the overall fasteners as you ran down the hall to the rec center. They must’ve shrunk in the wash or something, because you had to loosen the clamps as you tried to fit them over your shoulders. They fit, albeit a bit too snugly, but you had the secret weapon of going out with the Dagger crew—mere mortals faded in the presence of Natasha Trace and Javy Machado, so no one would spare you a second glance.

As you came outdoors of the rec center, you were greeted by the sight of Rooster’s Bronco peeling out of the parking lot, Fritz’s Jeep behind it, and Payback’s Benz behind that. Through the windows, you waved at most of the detachment, the only missing faces being…

“Not gonna lie,” Coyote sighed, coming up beside you and throwing an arm loosely around your shoulder. “I was kind of hoping you wouldn’t show, and then we’d have an excuse to bail.”

You leaned into his side, not even trying to hide the way that you were breathing hard from your sprint. Javy gave the best hugs, and he smelled good, like he’d spritzed some expensive cologne on his sweaters a couple washes ago, so it wasn’t until you were this close that you realized.

It also might’ve just been him.

There was something deeply unsettling about him and Fritz, where they reached the point of handsome that it just stopped being something you responded to. It was just an absolute truth of the world—gravity is immutable and if one actually tried to quantify how insanely attractive Javy or Billy were, their mind would implode.

“Not a boardwalk person, Coyote?” you asked, and you felt him shrug.

“I feel like I’m wary of anyone who straight up identifies as a boardwalk person,” he said, noncommittal.

“That’s fair,” you said.

“These are fun,” he said, flicking the fastener on the shoulder of your overalls, “very yee-haw of you.”

“Not all of us can be from California,” you told him gravely.

“Alright, alright,” he chuckled. “Hangman’s pulling his truck around; you got middle?”

He said it casually, and you smiled wanly, wondering if you could think of a way out of it.

You hadn’t talked to Jake since that morning in the kitchen earlier in the week, not really. Things hadn’t changed so much as they’d stayed exactly the same, which was weird. Maybe not weird. Disconcerting?

Ambiguity wasn’t something you were good with, and with Jake, you had it in spades.

The way he sang to you at karaoke, the way he’d made sure to let the others know you’d made coffee for him, it kind of almost seemed like maybe there was something there. But then nothing else happened, and you weren’t sure where that left you.

You realized Javy was waiting on an answer, so you turned the both of you towards the curb, stepping up to where the truck should be pulling up to pick you up.

“Trouble in paradise?” you joked, riffing on the close friendship the two of them shared.

Javy rolled his eyes, but squeezed your shoulder reassuringly, which was almost enough to make you ask him if he knew something you didn’t.

The rumble of a V8 engine saved you from responding, and a moment later, Jake pulled the truck around the front of the rec center. Javy opened the door for you, and you tried not to read into the fact that Jake didn’t look over at you when you slid across the bench seat.

“You owe Fanboy five bucks,” Jake said around you, and Javy waved a hand as he shut the door after himself.

“Wouldn’t have to,” he said, fishing around the seat between the two of you to hand you the end of your seatbelt, “if you hadn’t sent him in to fetch her.”

You wound your legs around the gearshift, trying to find a way to sit in the middle seat that didn’t involve fully spreading your thighs, and coming up blank. “You sent Fanboy in to get me?”

Jake shrugged, or he might’ve just been putting the truck in gear. “Halo was getting worried; someone had to do something.”

His hand brushed against your thigh accidentally as he let go of the gearshift and you swallowed, before glancing over at Jake.

He was wearing a henley underneath a jean jacket, which was a little disrespectful because Henleys were a good look on anybody, but on Jake it felt like a personal attack. There was a tightness in his jaw that you weren’t quite sure what to do with, but it did make you feel a little bit better, like maybe you weren’t the only one who was being drained by pretending nothing was happening.

“This’ll be fun,” Javy said calmly, leaning across you to turn on the radio.

It was an old truck, so the radio was an actual dial, and Javy found a station sooner than you’d expected, something nondescript. He looked out his window, and you and Jake stared straight ahead, neither willing to indulge in small talk, and bearing the full force of the awkwardness of the drive.

You all but sighed in relief when you pulled into the parking lot for the boardwalk, nearly shoving Coyote out of the truck so you could get out of it as well. The others were waiting for your trio by the entrance, and you fell in with them easily, linking arms with Fanboy and Halo, and not looking back.

The boardwalk wasn’t as crowded as you’d expected, but it wasn’t empty, either. Mostly young families, weary parents guiding their leashed children along the boardwalk as the sun set against the amusement park rides.

There were a couple of buskers along the way, strumming songs on guitars or playing them on accordions. The walk got louder as you got closer to the rides, laughter drifting down from where people were spun over your heads, through the royalty-free music being blasted out of ride speakers.

Bob got a cotton candy that everyone demolished in twelve seconds flat, and Payback accepted his fate as Adult of The Group and went to get a couple more cones. Rooster and Fitz tried their luck at one of those bell hammer games (Fitz won), and Phoenix disappeared for a couple of minutes, before re-emerging with a simple bird and rolls of flame painted down the side of her face.

Which, of course, prompted the rest of you with nouns-for-callsigns to ask the face painter to try to draw your signs on your faces.

The sun sank and you were glad you’d worn a turtleneck as the wind blew cold over the sea.

The boardwalk took on a surreal, hazy kind of energy, interrupted when Halo stopped in front of a truly sketchy-looking building.

“A hall of mirrors!!” she squealed. “Okay, who’s coming with me?”

“Absolutely not,” Payback said, at the same time as Coyote said, “Hell no.”

The rest of the group chuckled, and soon you were split down the middle-- people who’d do the mirror hall, and people who wanted to try their lot at more stall games.

The groups diverged, and everyone veered off on their own solo adventures.

The rides whirled overhead, swings and slingshots and the Ferris wheel, all technicolor in the evening light, and game operators called from their stalls to get you to spend the $20 worth of tickets you’d had to purchase for admission.

“Stepppp right up, step right up,” a game operator sang as you came closer. “Five balloons popped by these darts gets you any of these stuffed animals, ten balloons gets you a bigger one, and if you pop five of a specific color in a row, no misses, you can take your pick of any!”

You didn’t think you’d go on any rides for the night, so you handed over a handful of tickets, not really counting, and were given a small bouquet of blunt darts. The first couple of shots you took were absolute trash, not aiming anywhere close to true, and not popping a single balloon.

But you had tickets to spare and your friends weren’t making an appearance, so you weren’t bothered by it.

The next round was just as bad, but you figured out the hacks--they skewed hard to the right, and aimed better if you were lower. You were sure you looked ridiculous, squatting in your overalls, but there was no one around to see, and you nailed a couple balloons the next time around.

Another guy came up to the booth; he looked like he was in his late-20s, and talked like he was from New England. He wasn’t particularly attractive, or funny, but there was something absurd about being two strangers at a balloon wall on a board walk in the middle of fall, so you found yourself laughing along with him as you traded turns throwing your darts. You noticed his eyes flitting over your overalls when he thought you weren’t looking, but you were in public and you were very certain if he tried anything, he’d be the one who walked away worse for wear, so you didn’t call him out on it.

There was still no appearance from your friends, and you still had spare tickets, so when Boston ponied up for another round, you tried again, too.

And again.

“Hey,” was the only warning you got, before a Henley-covered arm slid around your shoulders and you were pulled back into Jake’s chest. You registered the turn of events like you were outside your body--you blinking owlishly up at Jake, him smiling easily at you, then lifting his chin at the Bostonian.

“Hey,” the other man said, automatically, frowning at you.

Jake seemed neither bothered by the look, nor thrown by the way he’d folded you into his chest. He was warm, you noticed absently, broad and way too comfortable for the amount of time you knew he and the others spent at the gym. Your mind raced, trying to find the words to express hi, yeah, what the fuck?? that was appropriate for the children milling around the boardwalk.

Which was hard to do, because your mind was just stalling on how good his arm felt around you, grounding and natural.

“Mind if I try?” Jake asked, from over your shoulder, his jaw brushing your ear. His breath tickled and you shivered, and rather than berate your body for her reactions, you handed over the remaining darts mutely.

The Bostonion muttered something under his breath and dropped the last of his darts onto the banister, slinking away into the night.

The moment he stepped away from the stall, Jake let go of you, and he cleared his throat, coming to stand beside you, considering the balloon wall. You crossed your arms, telling yourself it was because you were mad at him, and definitely not because the night suddenly felt cold without Jake right behind you.

“What the hell was that?” you asked, proud of how steady your voice was.

“Do you want the rabbit or the Care Bear?” Jake asked, looking at the prizes hanging around the display case, before back at you.

“The koala,” you said caustically, one of the prizes you needed five in a row of one specific color, before you shook your head, undeterred. “Hangman, what was that?”

Jake’s eyes flitted over to it before he looked at you, throwing a dart at the wall without looking away.

A black balloon popped.

“Well, I’ll be damned,” the operator whistled, and you looked back at Jake, who still hadn’t taken his eyes from you. He picked up the next dart.

Another black balloon popped, and Jake didn’t seem to be inclined to blink, much less look away from you.

“Okay, you’ve proved you’re a better shot,” you said, crossing your arms. “Are you gonna tell me what that was?”

“What what was?” Jake asked, finally looking away.

Another black balloon popped, and he didn’t seem to react to it in any sort of way, just playing with the next dart for a moment before it went streaking into another black balloon.

You uncrossed your arms, unsure what to do with this energy from him.

“What what was,” you repeated, in disbelief.

Jake looked at you, looked back at the balloon wall, and threw the last dart.

The fifth black balloon popped.

Jake stood up slowly, rolling his shoulders and looking down at you, his expression tense.

“He was staring at your ass; it was creepy,” he mumbled.

You blinked.

On the one hand, it was kind of sweet that he’d stepped in.

On the other, you knew it was happening, and you hadn’t needed it.

On the third hand, why the theatrics?

“And so you thought ‘sure, let me go over there and piss on a fire hydrant until he leaves’?” you asked, wanting to make sure you got it right.

Jake frowned. “That’s not what I was–”

You walked away.

Okay, maybe not the most mature response, but you weren’t sure how else to react. Jake coming over had felt…natural, and protective, but it also felt way territorial, and that wasn’t you guys, not by a long shot.

A moment later, Jake fell into step beside you.

His long legs cut over the boardwalk, and he was holding out an enormous stuffed koala towards you.

“That’s yours,” you said, not looking over at him.

The koala faltered in its flying state, before Jake held it closer to you. “Don’t be like that, Kentucky.”

You didn’t take it, kept walking over the warped planks in what you hoped was the direction of the Hall of Mirrors, but couldn’t say for certain.

Jake stepped in front of you.

It was a quick motion, one that had you stopping short to keep from running into him, and had a family swerving around you on the boardwalk. Jake nodded at them obligingly, and then guided you towards the side of the thoroughfare.

“I don’t know what that was, okay?” he said, addressing your earlier question but not answering it. “Look, just take the damn bear, will you?”

You looked up at him.

In his green eyes, the lights of the boardwalk were reflected, shining and fluorescent. But beyond that, you saw the same uncertainty that you felt, the same confusion, the same curiosity.

“It’s a marsupial, not a bear,” you said, and you took the koala.

Jake’s hands went to the pockets of his jacket, and you could feel him watching you as you petted the top of the stuffed animal. The thing was probably teeming with pathogens, but it was softer than you’d expected.

You sighed, your hand stilling.

“You were raised just as old-fashioned as I was, Seresin,” you said. “So you know that you haven’t asked, or acted, or nothing, in a way that backs up this territorial shit.”

Jake’s jaw tightened, and he let out a slow breath. He took a step closer to you, and you knew you should back away, but the stubborn part of you had you holding your ground, even as Jake leaned closer to you.

“Sweetheart,” he breathed, and his voice made you shiver, “you haven’t seen anything close to that side of me.”

A part of you fluttered when he said it.

Another part of you forgave him.

And yet another whispered that it was hot, for sure, but it still wasn’t anything explicit enough to be intention.

You stepped back, pulling in a deep breath to steady yourself as you looked at Jake.

His hands were still in the pockets of his jacket, but you could see they were clenched into fists, just as you could see the tightness in his shoulders, curling down to his hands. His actions, his words, his body, they were all saying different things, and you weren’t sure you could piece it together on your own.

But it didn’t seem like Jake was going to say anything else to help you decipher it.

Over his shoulder, you could see Rooster and Payback, cutting through the crowd; it was only a matter of moments before they spotted the both of you.

“You want to try that again?” you asked quietly.

And he knew what you meant; you watched it register that you were asking for a better answer than the noncommittal ones he was giving you. His brow furrowed and you watched his mind dart to a hundred places, settling in none of them.

But Jake didn’t say anything.

You nodded, pulling the stuffed animal close to your chest.

“Thanks for the koala,” you hold him, stepping around him and heading back towards your friends, hoping that if you walked quickly enough, you could leave behind the irrational amount of hurt you felt that he couldn't come up with anything.

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