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wolfoftheblackflames · 27 days

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Help! I couldn't help myself and wrote more fluff! Enjoy ya Misfits!

Hooves and Wings:

“You have hooves?” A memory had made itself known to Charlie, who smiled fondly at a gift she was preparing.

It had been when she first met Vaggie, and the two became friends, though it was a rocky start with the angel not exactly settling down. (Cue Flashback)

It had been over several days since Charlie had rescued a cute girl by the dumpster. She hadn't noticed the golden blood until it was on the bandage over Vaggie's eye socket. “Hmm..” It made the princess curious but she decided to respect her friend's privacy. “Looks like it's healing nicely, shouldn't be too long now till you're fully recovered.” She smiled at Vaggie moving some of that short hair to the side.

“Still feels weird..” Vaggie muttered as the angel was given fresh bandages and a gauze over it. Charlie was gentle with her and smiled softly. “Yeah? Well I have something for you.” The blonde grinned slightly and took out a small box.

Vaggie tilted her head curiously, and with a nod from Charlie, the angel opened it and stared. “Esto es muy lindo..” (This is really cute.) She smirked a bit seeing the eyepatch in the box. “Thanks Charlie..” She added picking it up to examine it.

Charlie giggled. “I like making stuff so I figured I'd make this for you.” She blushed, scratching her cheek. The two were in their casual attire as Charlie playfully did some cute hand tapping on her own thighs. “There's also something else.” She added with a giggle.

Vaggie blinked and looked back into the box and found what looked to be a beautiful looking red-pink ribbon that matched the stitched in x design on the eyepatch. “You're spoiling me here…” She replied with a soft smirk.

“I couldn't help it.” Charlie gulped and rubbed her neck. “You're like the first friend I've had in a long time, so..”

“Well I'm flattered…” Vaggie smiled warmly, her eye focused on her friend.

Charlie stretched and got off the bed in the guest room. “It's getting late, I'll leave you alone so you can sleep. Good night Vaggie.” She smiled and went to her room.

What happened next surprised the demoness as she blinked hearing a knock. “It's open!” She called from her bed as she was slipping off her shoes. What greeted those ruby eyes was an adorable sight, Vaggie was in a beautiful white nightgown while holding a pillow and blanket. “Vaggie, what brings you here not that I don't mind?”

“You said we're friends right? I'm not used to it but.. Um.. Would you like to do a sleepover?” Vaggie rubbed her neck with a bit of golden hue to her cheeks.

Charlie beamed at the idea as she grinned patting the bed. “I'd love to! Just let me change into my pj's ok?”

Vaggie smiled and nodded though blinked, spying Charlie’s feet. “You have hooves?” She tilted her head.

“Y-yeah, I was about to do some cleaning actually…” Charlie blushed, lightly rubbing her neck. “Are they weird…?” She asked since before she was told they were by her douche of an ex.

“N-no, they're actually kinda cute?” Vaggie replied with an awkward smile. “It just caught me off guard seeing them, that's all…”

Charlie blinked a little surprised with a slight blush but that small crush she had on this cute woman only grew. She smiled fondly at Vaggie. “So what did you have in mind?” She giggled but then pointed to her large shelf of movies. “If it's a movie, feel free to browse my library while I go change.”

Vaggie nodded watching the princess do a light skip to the bathroom. Though once Charlie came back out in her red long sleeve pj shirt and pj pants she blinked seeing Vaggie sitting on the bed by the hoof care kit. “You've done a lot for me already, so may I help you with your hooves?” She asked as Charlie blushed slightly. “Sure..”

The two sat on Charlie’s rather large bed, though the princess fought the urge to squirm as Vaggie tickled her hooves while cleaning them. She found it cute seeing her crush so focused on the job at hand. “Pffft…. Vaggie!” She couldn't hold back a giggle. “That tickles!”

Vaggie blinked hearing Charlie snort, and it earned the princess a small laugh from her new friend. This only made Charlie crush even harder since that laugh was the cutest she's ever heard. Once their giggle fit was done Vaggie finished picking out the last of the debris from those cute red hooves. “There we go.”

Charlie giggled, flexing her hoof toes with a delightful grin. “You kept tickling me, you know?” She smirked, coming closer to Vaggie who blinked. “Time for some payback!”

“Charlie!” The angel couldn't escape the tickle barrage as she was once again a big giggle fit, with the most adorable snort. “Ack! Can't breathe!” She howled with laughter. She managed to catch her breath when Charlie looked satisfied with her tickle attack.

“You have the cutest laugh.” She grinned but blinked seeing Vaggie grumble with a small wince. “Oh sorry, did I hurt you?!” She was alert and attentive as Vaggie gave a small smile.

“No, I'm ok..”

“You sure?” Charlie gave a soft, concerned look. Vaggie giggled a bit and nodded. “Yeah.”

Charlie sighed in relief, she had been worried she aggravated the wounds. “Sorry about that though.”

Vaggie looked a little surprised but then smiled a bit and went to grab a movie. “Oh? A knight’s tale? That's a classic.”

“Yeah I like it cause the protagonist chased his dreams and achieved them.”

“Want to watch it then?” Vaggie smiled holding it up. “Yes please, I'll go grab us some popcorn!”

The two snuggled up under a blanket that was draped over their shoulders with a bowl of popcorn in Charlie's lap. Alongside them were two adorable goat dragon demons Razzle and Dazzle since who could leave those two out. Soon Charlie pushed play on their movie night. (End of flashback)

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In the present day Charlie was grinning widely while carrying a gift box for her precious angel. “Hey Vags?” She peeked into their shared room.

“Hm?” Vaggie blinked looking back, she was casually cleaning her spear. “Oh hey sweetie.” She flashed a smile before her attention went back to the spear.

Charlie pouted a bit, but soon smirked devilishly. “I guess you're super focused right now, you don't want the gift I got you..” She stated in a playful sing-song-like tone. This caused the angel to look back at her, raising an eyebrow.

“You got something for me?”

“Yep. So could you put the spear down please?”

Vaggie shrugged and did so, she could always sharpen it after. “Alright, you have my attention, love, what is it?”

Charlie grinned and walked over carrying the box with a pretty red bow on top. “Just something I figured you needed babe.” She replied and handed Vaggie the box to open.

“Oh?” Vaggie removed the neatly wrapped bow and looked inside, she blinked, spying the gift. “Do you like it?”

“You got me a wing care kit?” She sounded surprised. Charlie grinned and nodded. “Yep, I figured since you regained your wings, I'd help you take care of them.”

Vaggie just looked at Charlie though smiled gently at her and planted a soft kiss to her wonderful girlfriend’s cheek. “Gracias mi amor..” (Thank you my love)

“I know a little bit about wings since when I was little my dad let me play with his…” Charlie replied and smiled. “Seeing how beautiful yours were, I knew for sure I'd have to get you some care stuff for them.”

Vaggie chuckled. “You spoil me, hon..” She soon brought out those gorgeous gray gradient feathered wings, which made Charlie squee. “I'm glad you like them..” She smiled a bit but then looked a little sad.

Charlie lightly cupped Vaggie's cheek, with the big secret out in the open, the princess knew why her sweet angel made such a face. “I absolutely love them, my cute song bird.” She smiled softly, lightly touching Vaggie's forehead with her own. “It makes me happy they came back because of the love we have.”

Vaggie closed her eyes with a soft smile, though her cheeks became a darker shade of gold hearing that new nickname. “Song bird?”

“Yeah, cause your wings and that beautiful voice you have love.” Charlie giggled nuzzling her. She peppered Vaggie's face and neck with kisses earning more giggles from her beautiful girlfriend. “Charlie stop, that tickles!”

The two remained close for a bit until Vaggie reluctantly pulled away. “You're such a goof..” She wiped a stray tear from her eye. “Go ahead.” Vaggie turned and stretched those wings out for Charlie while moving that long silvery hair away to expose more of the feathers and her back.

“Your goof.” The princess grinned and lightly started to run her fingers along the feathers. “Quick question?”

“Hm?”

“Does it get like… Bedroom-ish? Sorry but I'm curious.”

Vaggie rubbed her chin, though shuddered a bit when Charlie ran her fingers through the feathers near the base. “Yeah?”

“Oh.. Hehe..” Charlie had a cute grin. “OK so only in the bedroom then..” She couldn't help it as her tail popped out and started wagging a bit.

Vaggie noticed and gave a playful smirk. “You perv..” She teased making the hellborn turn red with blush.

Charlie decided to get Vaggie back for making her flustered with a soft kiss to the old scarring on her songbird's back. With both equally a blushing mess the two soon burst into laughter. Vaggie smiled fondly as she felt Charlie being careful with her wings, giving each feather a soft comb through and lightly taking out any damaged ones. “Ooo!” Charlie grinned, having some old feathers in her hands. “I kinda wanna turn these into stuffing for pillows…”

Vaggie snorted. “Of course you'd say that..” She chuckled, shaking her head. “What having a pillow that smells like you would be nice?” This only earned more laughter from Vaggie who held her stomach.

Charlie grinned, hearing that laugh she loved so much. She tried to continue, but Vaggie was in a cute giggle fit. “Vaggie, if you keep moving, I can't apply the oil!”

“Sorry, but the thought of you cuddling a pillow stuffed with my feathers is too cute..”

Charlie pouted but rolled her eyes smiling waiting for Vaggie to settle down. “That's the coverts done.” She stated making Vaggie look at her.

“Since when did you know wing terminology babe?”

“Uh, I.. Well I looked up how to care for wings beforehand…”

Vaggie blinked but smiled. “You planned this for a while huh?”

Charlie nodded softly, she smiled cutely as her fingers gently combed through the tertiary feathers. “Yeah… You always work so hard to take care of me and the hotel. I wanted to do the same back..”

“You do though..” Vaggie looked back and smiled.

“How so?” Charlie blinked as she couldn't help but be curious.

Vaggie thought for a moment then smiled. “You gave me a place to call home when I was torn away from Heaven..” She stated fidgeting a bit. “I'm not proud of who I was, I always felt so guilty about killing your people Charlie…” Charlie blinked but remained quiet as she went to the secondary feathers next. “Being an Exorcist, it was strange but I had a place there, even if the praises sent shivers down my spine.”

Charlie blinked but soon brought her tail to lightly hold Vaggie's wrist while her fingers carefully aligned those feathers. “Honestly I never really had many friends until I met you.” The angel continued finding comfort in the small gesture. “I had one job, to be a murderous killing machine..”

“Vaggie…” Charlie's heart ached for her girlfriend. Sure the secret did hurt her, but she gave a soft look. “You were scared to tell me weren't you? You basically didn't bother to correct me when I thought you were a sinner..”

“Yeah…”

Charlie dipped her head down and nuzzled into Vaggie's hair giving her girlfriend a soft kiss on top. “What happened to you then?”

Vaggie blinked but sighed. “I don't exactly like talking about it..” She muttered, looking away. “But I'll try..”

“Vaggie, you don't really have to say anything..” Charlie replied lightly, reaching over to take her hand.

“I do hon, it'll eat away at me if I don't.”

“But..”

Vaggie gave that hand a gentle squeeze. “One request please…” She sounded a little hesitant. “Anything love?”

“I like your hands… Could you keep roaming them on my wings, please? It relaxes me..”

Charlie nodded and continued her work. She looked worried at how nervous Vaggie looked. Her mind drifted back to her once, saying, “If I can't help you, then what's the point of me?” The princess gave another comforting kiss to her songbird's wing, this time making the angel relax more.

“You remember how we met, babe?” Vaggie's gaze drifted to a photo of the two together. “I do, it was horrible, you were so hurt…”

Vaggie steeled herself and took a soft breath. “I came down from heaven that day, and the guilt took over when I chased a child sinner to an alley… I let them go.” She stated as Charlie gasped.

The angel raised her hand to stop Charlie from speaking. “You won't like the next part..” She looked at her loving princess. “Do you… Still want to hear it?”

“Yes…” Charlie gave her a soft gaze. She loved Vaggie more than anything, even when the secret was revealed and she was hurting, Charlie didn't deny that deep in her heart, it already belonged to this wonderful person in front of her, her talk with Rosie reassured it tenfold.

Vaggie blinked, seeing that loving kind glint in those ruby eyes. She smiled softly, though her old wounds began to ache at the mention of the next part. “Okay…” Vaggie took a soft breath. “Next thing I knew, someone was behind me, and with much brutality, my eye was taken..”

Vaggie felt the heat from Charlie's demonic form, yet continued knowing it would piss off her beloved even more. “I was in shock and fell to my knees, and in a quick second I saw who it was, someone who I thought was a friend, but no she was petty and always had it out for me.” Venom dripped from her words as Vaggie gritted her teeth. “Lute, Adam's right hand bitch.”

Charlie stared and growled. “And she also ripped off your wings?! All because you spared a child?!” She moved her hands back and dug her claws into her own palms.

Vaggie looked at Charlie and blinked seeing those beautiful hands starting to drip blood. “Hon..” She gently took those hands. “I plan to settle the score next time I see that asshole.” She smirked looking determined.

Charlie looked at her with deep demonic red eyes. “Yeah, and I know you'll kick her ass. But love, we stick together ok?” She loosened her hands letting Vaggie hold them. “I don't want you getting hurt anymore.”

“Hey..” Vaggie lifted those hands up and kissed the palms. “I don't plan on dying in the battle with heaven, babe.” She then got up and picked up her spear. Charlie blinked, still fully demonic as she saw her beautiful angel do a small kneel, which reminded her of the knight from one of her favorite movies. “O-oh!” Charlie blinked, seeing her beloved take her hand and kiss the knuckles. “Sorry but I also plan to protect my home with everything I've got as well.”

Charlie couldn't help but swoon at Vaggie, who looked incredibly dashing right now. “Geez, someone's feeling theatrical today, I guess I rubbed off on you.” She teased but smiled warmly gently pulling Vaggie up from her kneeling. “You even remembered our first sleepover movie.”

Vaggie blushed but smiled at Charlie, though it was replaced with a cheeky grin as she set down her spear again. “Yeah, but I also remember this too.” Her deft hands came to Charlie’s sides and easily tickled her princess, sending the demoness into a laughing fit. “Nooo!”

This caused Charlie to revert back and whine as she howled with laughter. “Revenge.” Vaggie grinned as she let up the tickle barrage when Charlie tapped out. “Meanie…”

“You love it though.”

“True, now we have a big day of training tomorrow, shall we go to sleep?”

“Don't forget your hooves, hon..” Vaggie stated with a soft smile. “Oh, it's been so busy I almost forgot, thanks love.” Charlie flashed a cute grin. She then rewarded Vaggie with a loving kiss to the cheek.

“Go you goof…” Vaggie playfully shooed her away as Charlie giggled. The two then started their nightly routine, it was one of the last peaceful moments they were able to share before the big battle with Heaven.

#charlie morningstar #vaggie #chaggie #hazbin hotel #cute as fuck #i wrote this instead of sleeping #fluff #lute mentioned #awkward vaggie is fun #flustered charlie is fun #starmoth #rainbowmoth #damn theres alot of chaggie ship name alternatives!#I love charlie's hooves #i think Vaggie has beautiful wings #hurt/comfort

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babydollmarauders · 1 year

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TEENAGER IN LOVE — TREVOR ZEGRAS

trevor zegras x fem! hughes!reader

pt. 2

request: “hi! can i request something with trevor zegras with the prompts 20 and 23 please? thanks sm!! 💗”

20. “can we stay like this forever?”

23. “sleep over? please?”

summary: in which y/n reminisces on how her and Trevor started their secret relationship.

notes: i changed up prompt 23 a little bit to make it fit better, i hope that’s okay!

i was listening to Teenager in Love by Madison Beer quite a bit while writing this so…

Trevor and y/n are in an established relationship during the first little “present” scene.

reader is 20 in the present and 19 in the flashback.

**PRESENT**

i’ve never felt comfortable on planes. it doesn’t matter where i’m sat or what i’m wearing or who i’m with, i don’t like planes. my family knows this, my friends know this, anyone who will listen to me talk knows this, my brother however, simply does not care. and now i’m stuck on the Devils charter plane, not even sat next to Jack because he’s busy sat next to Dougie, talking about some video game they both play. so i’m left beside Jesper Bratt, who’s already asleep after only being in the air for maybe half an hour.

i didn’t intend to even tag along on this road game to California, but i moved in with Jack a couple months ago and he apparently didn’t trust me to stay in New Jersey by myself, citing his reasoning as “i don’t want any chance of you having boys in this apartment.” but the joke is on him, because he’s really just providing me with a trip to see the only guy he should be remotely worried about, Trevor.

as the only girl, growing up with three brothers, they’ve always been a bit overprotective. and by a bit, i mean a lot. even Luke, who’s a year younger than me, has had his fair share of threatening guys “in the name of my safety.” all of their friends have gotten the “if you even so much as look at my sister, i’ll make sure you never see anything again” spiel, and for a good nineteen years, their friends respected that. until Jack’s best friend, Trevor, and i were left alone for a night at the lake house last summer.

**FLASHBACK**

all the guys have left for a party down the road, they even took Luke along with them for his first party as an eighteen year old, and i’m looking forward to a quiet night of watching romcom’s on the couch with no judgment and no one complaining that “that would never happen in real life!”

decked out in one of Quinn’s oversized Canucks shirts, pajama shorts, and some fuzzy socks; i’m lounged on the couch, wrapped in a fuzzy blanket burrito. i’m just about to hit play on a movie on netflix when the front door opens and shuts and i hear footsteps getting closer to the living room. averting my gaze from the tv, i look over in time to see Trevor freeze in the doorway to the living room, and i become acutely aware of my current state of no makeup and probably looking like a dork with my blanket draped over the top of my head.

i’ve never had a problem acting normal around any of my brothers’ friends. usually, they’re all just like extended family, unwanted additional older brothers. except Trevor. when Jack first brought him home during their USNTDP days, i immediately got a schoolgirl crush. and unlike usual crushes, it’s only gotten worse with time. luckily, Quinn and Jack have never seemed to notice my awkward and shy behavior when Trevor is around, but Luke has and he’s made it his mission to send me scowls and snicker at my misfortune whenever it happens.

“oh hey.” he cocks his head in one those ‘sup’ nods and takes a glance towards the tv screen before fixing his gaze back on me.

“hey. what are you doing back already? are the others coming back too? i can go back into my room. i don’t wanna be a bother or anything.” cue the embarrassing rambles.

“nah, it’s just me. feeling kinda homesick, i don’t really wanna be at a party tonight.” he shrugs his shoulder and sits on the arm of the couch next to me. “whatcha watching?”

“oh, i was just gonna watch a romcom, but it’s fine, i can watch it in my room. you can have the tv if you want.” i have to crane my neck some to look up at him from my spot. “i can leave you alone.”

i start to stand up, still wrapped in my blanket burrito when Trevor grabs the back of the blanket and tugs me back down onto the couch. he stands and walks in front of me before taking a spot on the cushion next to me.

“so, what romcom are we watching?” he asks, kicking his legs up on the coffee table in front of us.

“you don’t have to watch it. we can watch something else, if you want.”

trevor’s only answer comes in actions, grabbing the remote from my hands and clicking play on the movie. i don’t bother to fight him anymore, allowing myself to get sucked into the movie instead.

i’m sat rigid throughout the entire movie, keeping aware of my limbs, not letting any stray too far towards the cushion beside me. and about halfway through the movie i remember how weird i must look and move the blanket onto my lap instead of wrapped around me. i can barely focus on anything other than the fact that Trevor is sitting next to me. the fact that i can smell his sandalwood cologne. that if i were to lay my hand next to me, i would almost be touching him.

once the movie ends, i expect him to put on something for himself or even just go to his room, but instead he turns to look at me.

“you okay?” he asks. my eyes widen slightly before i catch myself and revert them back to normal.

“yeah, why?” i try to sound calm, but my voice is slightly shaky, and i’m just hoping he didn’t notice.

“you seem uncomfortable. did i make you uncomfortable? did i do something?” i shake my head a little too violently for someone who’s supposed to be calm.

“no! i’m not uncomfortable! why would you think that? i’m cool.”

oh my god people who are cool do not say ‘i’m cool’, what is wrong with me? he chuckles and i can’t help the small smile that breaks out on my face at the sound.

“i was just checking.” he puts his hands up in a surrendering gesture. “we should play a game.”

“what game did you have in mind?”

“truth or dare? i don’t know, i’m just bored.”

“sure.” i have a feeling this will not end great for me, but i��m not about to let him know that.

“okay. truth or dare?” we turn and sit criss-cross on the couch, facing each other properly as i weigh my options.

“truth.” safest option. he takes a second to think about his question.

“okay, i got one. does it ever annoy you, how overprotective your brothers can be?”

“oh yeah. one hundred percent. they have all these rules for me; don’t drink unless we’re with you, no dating until you’re 30, don’t leave the house unless you tell us where you’re going, don’t crush on any of our friends. it’s overwhelming sometimes. and i can never stick up for myself because they’re so quick to hurt whoever hurts me, which is nice, yes, but it’s definitely taken a toll on how i present myself. it’s made me shy and my friends say i can be a crybaby sometimes because i’ve never had to handle problems on my own. like, don’t get me wrong, i’m grateful for my brothers, they’re always there for me, but sometimes it’s just too much. ya know?”

he nods, genuinely seeming interested in what i had to say, and my heart flutters.

“i can’t say i understand because i’m the older brother in my family, but i can imagine it can be difficult sometimes.”

“anyways, truth or dare?” he ponders his options before choosing dare. “i dare you to text the guys and tell them you just watched a romcom. and you CAN’T say it was with me.”

he groans and lets his head drop back for a few seconds before pulling his phone out of his pocket and typing for a minute. turning the screen so i can see what he just wrote, he lets me press the send button.

To: Jack-Attack, Huggy Bear, Moosey Hughes

just watched this great romcom on netflix called Set It Up. you guys should watch it. 10/10

i let my own head drop back in laughter and let out an ugly cackle.

“truth or dare? you evil little witch” his mocking insult rolls straight off my back when i see the smile on his face.

“truth again.” i shrug when he raises an eyebrow at my safe choice.

“have you ever broken any of your brothers rules?” my mind short circuits. there’s only one rule i’ve broken, and that’s by liking him. do i admit that? or do i just say no? technically, he didn’t say i have to say which rule i’ve broken, so-

“yes. but you can’t tell them that i have! it has to be our secret! they’d pester me to no end until they found out which one i broke!”

“okay, our secret. promise.” he holds his pinky out, waiting for me to link it with my own. a pinky swear. how adorable. fuck. i bring my own hand up, linking my pinky with his before breaking away and setting my hand back in my lap.

“truth or dare?” i ask.

“truth.” i take a few seconds to think of a question. how is this harder to think of than coming up with a dare?

“what’s your favorite part about the off season?” it’s a relatively boring question, but the first one i thought of.

“oh that’s easy. coming here. i love spending time with you guys.” more heart flutters, i may need to get that checked out. “truth or dare?”

“don’t kill me; truth.” i joke and he laughs again.

“i should’ve expected that, shouldn’t i? alright, if you wanna keep doing truth, i’m just gonna dig deeper and deeper until you tell me your darkest secret, y/n. which rule did you break?” my stomach drops. can i forfeit? can i plead the fifth? is that a thing that you can do in truth or dare? i wouldn’t know, this is my first time playing. i think i’m just gonna have to say it. it’s not like he’ll ever know it’s him.

“you can’t tell them! remember that!” i remind him before admitting- “having a crush on one of their friends.”

his jaw drops and he lets out a completely fake gasp.

“that is not what i was expecting. i expected you to say the drinking rule or the telling them where you go rule. how scandalous, y/n! a forbidden romance!” his jokes make me feel slightly better, at least he’s not judging me.

“yeah, yeah! it’s not like i’m dating the guy.” i defend myself. “truth or dare, Zegras?”

“dare, i’m feeling adventurous.”

“i dare you to go in Jacks room and steal my book back for me. he took it away from me because he said reading was boring and this trip isn’t allowed to be boring.” he bursts out in laughter, barely able to form words for a few minutes before he speaks again.

“oh you’ve got me doing your dirty work for you! i respect it!” he leaps up from the couch and within a couple minutes he’s back on the couch, my book in his hand. he tosses it on my lap and throws a wink my way. “one book for the lady.”

“my sanity thanks you. i can’t start another book until i’ve finished this one and it was killing me slowly.”

“truth or dare? although, i don’t know why i bother asking at this point.” i roll my eyes at his sarcasm and decide to throw him a curveball. mostly for myself though because i have a feeling i know what his next question would be if i pick truth.

“dare.” he grins, and for a second i regret my choice.

“i dare you to tell me which friend you were or are crushing on. c’mon, i can keep your secret.” he asked it anyways. what the hell. i don’t think you can do that. can you do that?

“that’s basically a truth! i picked dare! that’s cheating!”

“it is not!” now it’s his turn to defend himself. “i DARED you to tell me! i promise i won’t judge you, or laugh, or tell your brothers!”

oh god, i’m gonna have to tell him, aren’t i? i mean, i could always just say one of the other guys. i could say Alex, he’s always been the sweetest to me, so i’m sure Trevor would believe it. but then he might say something. it’s not that i wouldn’t trust him to keep it a secret if i say someone else, but Trevor has a big mouth, and sometimes he talks without thinking. he could slip up. so it’s smarter not to lie, to avoid any trouble or confusion. so i close my eyes and count to ten before i say it. here goes nothing.

“you.” i still don’t open my eyes. too afraid of his reaction. but now he’s quiet and i don’t like the silence. oh god, is he disgusted? is he trying trying to figure out how to let me down gently? “don’t get weird. you don’t have to say anything. you can just forget you heard that. pretend you didn’t hear any-“

i’m cut off by his mouth crashing down onto mine. i freeze, overthinking everything, before eventually melting into the kiss. moving my lips against his. it’s slow and sweet, and not at all the reaction i was expecting from him. we pull apart and i allow my eyes to flutter back open, watching his face as he slowly breathes in and out. he catches my eye and a wide grin spreads across his face.

“i’ve wanted to do that since high school.” his hands grip my hips and i let him pull me onto his lap, straddling him. butterflies are flying around in my stomach and my heart is pounding against my chest, but i let my body relax into his.

“really?”

“yeah.” he confirms, leaning his forehead against my own. “the first time Jack had me over to your house, he gave this whole lecture about how you were off limits. and i thought ‘no problem.’ but then i saw you, and i got to know you, and it turned out to be a big problem. you’re so beautiful, and then you turned to be this sweet, funny, amazing girl. and god, i could not get you out of my head. i still can’t.”

this time it’s my turn to plant a kiss on his lips, this one a chaste peck. i slouch down and lay my head on his chest, wrapping my arms around his waist.

“can we stay like this forever?” i ask, but before he can answer, his phone buzzes on the cushion beside us, and he picks it up and curses.

“Jack just texted to say they’ll be home soon. he said Cole is wasted and they need to put him to bed.” i pull back and nod my head, moving to get off him. but he wraps his arms around my middle and holds us chest-to-chest. “do you want me to tell him you’re asleep? you can come in my room. we can just cuddle, nothing else necessary. but i just got you, and now i just wanna hold you.”

i smile and nod again, silently saying a thank you to whatever higher entity above granted me such luck as to have him like me back.

“yeah, i’d like that.” we get off the couch and make our way to his room, remembering to turn the tv off on our way out of the living room. he opens the door to his room and allows me to enter first before he comes in.

“you can go ahead and lay down, i’m just gonna change into some sweats first.” he walks over to his opened suitcase on the floor and pulls out a pair of grey sweatpants and a t-shirt before leaving the room, going into the bathroom across the hall. i do as he says and lay down on his bed, on my side facing the door.

it’s not but a moment after he gets back into the room and shuts the door, that we hear the front door of the house open and shut, followed by multiple pairs of footsteps and some mumbling.

“jesus Cole, you could help me out here and actually move your feet.” i can hear Quinn say as he passes by Trevor’s door, i’m assuming helping Cole to his room. Trevor snickers and comes over to the bed, clicking off the lamp before laying down behind me and putting his arm around my middle, pulling me close against him. after about 15 minutes i can feel his breath start to even out, and i look over my shoulder to see his eyes fluttering open and shut, obviously having trouble staying awake.

“you can go to sleep, Trev. i’ll go to my room once i know they’re all in theirs.” i whisper.

“no. sleep over here? please? i wanna hold you tonight.” his voice is soft and low so we don’t get caught, but also laced with sleepiness. i shake my head.

“what if one of them finds us in the morning? you know how my brothers will react.” at my words, he pulls his phone out of his sweatpants pocket and taps a few times before leaning over me and plugging it in on the nightstand.

“there. i set an alarm for 7am. you know the guys won’t even wake up before 10, so that gives us plenty of time for you to go back to your room before they can catch us.” i sigh and snuggle back into him.

“alright. i’ll sleep in here.” he plants a kiss on an exposed spot between my neck and shoulder and i can feel his smile on my skin.

#trevor zegras #trevor zegras imagine #trevor zegras x reader #nhl imagine #nhl fic #faithlynn’s writings <3 #babydollmarauders #anaheim ducks #teenage dream au <3

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hey-kae · 2 years

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The Story Of A Failed Friendship

Pairing: Charles Leclerc x Female Reader

Storyline: The reader’s friendship with Charles becomes more complicated when she flies in to see him race. Basically friends to lover with Charles.

Warnings: Language, sexual jokes and implications, alcohol, jealous Charles, a little bit angsty at some point, french translated to english in italics.

Sidenote: this is kinda long ngl but it felt necessary that there is some sort of build up since it’s friends to lovers. Also, if you speak french and spot mistakes, look the other way cause I haven’t spoken french in two years.

Your first step onto the cement ground as sunset neared, casting a golden shimmer onto the city you were observing just minutes ago from the sky, seemed like the perfect cue your body gave the emergency alarms in your head, urging them to go off as your heartbeat picked up speed and your stomach danced with jittery butterflies.

It was always the same, the overwhelming nerves that overtook you every time your mind processed that you were minutes away from reuniting with Charles. The first time it happened, it left you scared shitless that you would bring awkwardness into the amazing friendship you had quickly developed with the young driver. However, you were relieved to find out that the feeling always disappeared the second your eyes caught a glimpse of him. His effect on you, both mentally and physically, was something you always avoided acknowledging. It was too dangerous, too threatening.

Your friendship with him had developed so smoothly. It felt too precious to risk ruining it with unwanted feelings.

You had met him at a bar in Monaco while you were on vacation there with your friends. He had just signed with Sauber, securing his position as an F1 driver and he was out celebrating with a bunch of people. The loud noises they were causing beside you had caught your attention and you had found yourself smiling as you watched a group of strangers celebrate something. Your friend, a major motorsport junkie, noticed that you were focused elsewhere and followed your gaze to the neighboring table. He immediately recognized Charles, realized what he was celebrating and boldly decided to go up to him and congratulate him, dragging you with him. A little bit of alcohol and time later, the two groups merged into a big one and you found yourself sat next to a beaming Charles, downing one shot after the other with him. The next morning, after you took painkillers to calm your raging hangover down, you checked your phone to see he had followed you on instagram. From then on, it was random meetups in various countries, spontaneous but brief vacations with him and your friends, last minute flights to go see his races and endless amounts of absurdly funny texts that included copious amounts of "friendly" flirting.

Snapping out of the flashbacks, your hand reached into the pocket of your sweatshirt, grabbing your phone and unlocking it as you weaved your way through the busy airport, your suitcase dragging behind you. You quickly searched for Charles’ contact name and dialed him, smiling briefly at his name in your phone: Chuck.

It had started as a joke when you once saw a bunch of his fans calling him Chucky and through the months, the “y” was somehow eliminated.

He hated the nickname, so you named him that on your phone.

"You've landed?" He immediately asked after picking up, ignoring any pleasantries or greetings as was usual for you two. You texted too much, making it seem unnecessary to include greetings when you called each other.

"Yeah, just now. Where are you parked?" He always waited outside when picking you up for a race in order to avoid chaos since people would be aware he was in the city, making it easier for them to notice him quickly.

"Directly facing the second exit." You could hear his smile in his words.

"See you." You said then hung up, rapidly heading out of the airport.

You spotted Charles in a black car instantly. You sighed in attempt of calming yourself down just as the driver's door opened and out he stepped, dressed in a grey sweatshirt and matching sweatpants, smiling widely at you as he gave you a small wave that looked cuter than it had any business being.

You rushed to cross the street, suddenly eager to reach him. As soon as you were close enough, you let go off your suitcase and carry on just as he closed the remaining distance between you two, his arms instantly wrapping around your neck, your own finding their spot around his waist, his comforting scent engulfing you.

"Mon dieu, tu m'as manqué." My god, i've missed you. You heard him whisper but you chose to swiftly ignore the feeling the words ignited in you.

"Tu m'as manqué aussi, idiot." I've missed you too, idiot. You replied as you pulled away from him with a smile, taking a step back to pick up your bags.

Charles was quick to help you load your luggage into the car before you both got in.

As was expected, the nerves had magically disappeared. You were already feeling comfortable in his presence, safe even as you settled into his passenger seat.

"I could literally sleep until the free practice tomorrow." You complained as he turned on the car and headed onto the road.

"I would literally drag you out of bed because we're going out tonight." He smirked, giving you a glance before moving his attention to the side-view mirror as he made a turn.

"I'm locking the door then."

"I have my ways to wake you up, even if your door's locked. Plus, it will definitely work in my advantage that you are staying with me." He teased, eyes never leaving the road ahead.

Your eyebrows raised in surprise as you took in his words. Staying with him? You tried to contain your reaction, not wanting him to notice it. After all, you had stayed with him before. Multiple times, actually.

Last year, for instance, he tricked you into joining him on his summer break vacation for a few days by complaining about how he had just broken up with his then-girlfriend and how he didn't want to feel lonely. You ended up in his room, watching a bad movie while sipping on cocktails after a long day on the beach. You had fallen asleep beside him and woke up the next morning to his arm draped over your waist as he slept. Needless to say, it freaked you out for a decent time after it.

"I'm staying with you?" You worked hard to steady your breath.

"Oui. I reserved a hotel suite with two bedrooms just so i can spend more time with you. Est-ce que ça te va?" Is that okay with you?

You wanted to sigh in relief because this was much better than what you had envisioned.

"Oh yes. That is completely fine. How much do i owe you?"

"Nothing." He smiled. "Ferrari covers our room expenses and technically, you're just staying with me." Charles explained with a shrug.

You rolled your eyes, telling him you'll discuss that later.

"How long is the drive?" You asked a few moments later.

"Well, it's not a short one." He grimaced, "Je crois que tu dois te rendre à l'aise." I think you should get comfortable.

You nodded and a comfortable silence took over, the low hum of the engine and a soft melody on the radio serving as calming background noises.

Barely a few minutes passed before you felt your eyes getting heavy and you fell asleep.

“y/n, we're here." You heard someone whisper softly. It seemed like the voice was coming from a distance. Then, the person sighed and you felt a hand push away the hair from your face.

"Charles..." you heard yourself groan. That was what quickly woke you up, the fact that Charles was beside you and that you were saying his name in your sleep.

"Yes, Charles. I'd carry you in but that would have made a scene and," he emphasized, "you would have lectured me for it like you did last time."

You rubbed your eyes to see clearer and pulled your hair into a ponytail as you made sense of Charles' words, then you simply nodded.

"C'mon." He tapped your knee briefly before he opened his door. You followed suit and got out of the car only to find that Charles already had your luggage on him.

"Let me help you."

"Tu semble que tu vas to rendormir en marchant. I'll handle the bags, ne t'inquiète pas." You look like you're going to fall back asleep while walking... don't worry. He reassured and you thanked him as the two of you made your way into the hotel, heading straight for the elevator.

"I knew you are excited to see me but I didn't think you were excited enough to mumble my name in your sleep. Ne te méprends pas, je suis flatté, mais c'était franchement inattendu." Don't get me wrong, I'm flattered, but it was honestly unexpected.

You felt your cheeks heat up and your heart skip a beat. You had no valid response to this, because you didn't even know why you had said his name in your sleep. So, you settled for the childish reply,

"Oh, shut up, Chuck."

As if on cue the elevator's door slid open and you rushed out, thanking every higher power there is for the save.

After getting to the suite, Charles pointed you to your room and you dramatically threw yourself onto the bed as he set your things on the chair in the corner. You had expected him to leave the room then, but you felt the mattress dip beside you, signaling that Charles wasn't gonna let you continue your nap. You looked up to find him sitting comfortably at the edge.

"I'm more than flattered that you want to join me on the bed, but i feel like that would be a violation to our friendship." You joked, mainly in attempt to calm your own nerves. However, in a typical Charles manner, the words had no visible effect on him.

"Oh, yeah. That would be so wrong, i agree. But I'm just gonna tell you that in the moment, it would feel so right."

You rolled your eyes as a reply, not because you thought that it was the right thing to do, just because he had left you speechless.

Even though your friendship did include a lot of flirting and sexual implications, both ends always realized that these statements were merely jokes. In the past, these moments left you laughing so hard, now they confuse you and leave you a frustrated mess. How you were able to have these little pick-up lines competitions with him before was beyond you.

You shook the intrusive thoughts away, got back up and started discovering your temporary bedroom.

"So, I'm assuming you have something in mind for tonight. Spill." You asked as you pulled open one drawer after the other.

"There's this restaurant that's like 5 minutes away. We're probably gonna go there with Pierre, Carlos, his girlfriend and a bunch of drivers and team members who might join. I think you wanna start getting ready because it is already nearing eight o'clock." He informed you then got up and left the room.

His attitude had changed, you felt it. You frowned at that but decided not to dwell on it since you were familiar with his unexplained mood swings.

Sighing, you got up and reached for you suitcase, rummaging through it to find a suitable outfit. Given the fact that it seemed like multiple drivers were going, you figured the restaurant would be more on the fancy side, so you grabbed the two dresses you brought with you, one white and the other black, laying them down on the bed and staring at them as you debated your options. You loved the white one. It was rather simple and plain but it accentuated your curves beautifully, but the black one was more on the classy side.

Once you failed to pick an outfit, you decided to apply a little makeup first. But that only took around 15 minutes since you wanted something natural. You even brushed your hair and made sure it looked good in that time.

You gaze drifted back to the bed, the two dresses mocking your inability to pick. So you did the only thing you could think of.

"Charles." You shouted for him and almost immediately, he came in bursting through the door. You were surprised to see that in this short time he had shaved, styled his hair to perfection and gotten dressed in a white button down, gray dress pants and a black belt. He looked good. In fact, he looked too good.

"Oui?"

"Pick a dress." You gestured to the bed.

Charles looked down at his outfit, then faked a frown.

"I think i will stick to my clothes but thanks." He sheepishly smiled, feigning innocence as he attempted a joke.

"Fucking hell, Chuck. You know what i mean." You groaned.

He apparently found that very funny, that is until he noticed how you were glaring at him.

"Oh ok." He turned serious quickly, "The black one is nice, i guess." He replied, coming closer to inspect the item of clothing.

"Alright then. Merci." You smiled, picking up the white dress and heading into the bathroom.

"Hey- i said the black one." He argued as you closed the door.

"I know." You replied, chuckling to yourself.

"Eh bien, je comprends pas pourquoi tu m'as demandé de choisir si tu va porter ce que tu veux en fin." Well, I don't understand why you asked me to choose if you're going to wear what you want at the end. You heard him mumble to himself in confusion, causing you to laugh as you slipped on the dress.

The panic set in less than a minute later when you realized you weren't able to reach the zipper on your back. You were pacing in the small space of the bathroom, trying to figure out any solution other than asking for help, anything but asking Charles to help you. You tried every angle and while some slightly worked, the dress remained only half way zipped.

Meanwhile, Charles who was waiting for you on the bed, started questioning what was taking so long. He didn't think putting on a dress would take more than 5 minutes but even that mark has been crossed. He got up and knocked on the bathroom to check up on you.

"Is everything okay in there?"

"Yeah. Yeah." You frantically replied, his unexpected intervention startling you.

But, who were you kidding? This was pointless. You were helpless alone in the bathroom. You winced as you accepted the fact that you had no other choice than to tell him what was going on then endure the consequences that the situation would cause you.

"Actually," you opened the door and poked out your head, "i might have a small problem." The words were rushed as you fiddled with the door knob.

"Okay... What is it?" The confusion was clear in Charles' question.

You then stepped out of the bathroom, and turned around so your back was facing him.

"Can you zip me up?" Your voice sounded hesitant as you looked over your shoulder to see your best friend's reaction.

Charles' head slightly tilted to the side and he gulped, making your cheeks heat up with embarrassment.

"Actually, forget about it. You don't have to do it if it makes you uncomfortable. I'll just wear-" You blurted out and started to walk away towards your suitcase when you were interrupted by Charles' hands on your waist, pulling you back closer to him.

"I didn't say i minded." Was all he said as his fingers grabbed onto the zipper, dragging it up a bit too slowly.

Every last bit of air was knocked out of your body as you felt his breath against the back of your neck and his fingertips lightly brushing against the skin on your back. You were hoping that he didn't notice how still you went or the goosebumps on your skin or the way your heart was hammering in your chest.

You didn't really know what it was about him that made you this nervous. You two had been in situations that were far more awkward and you never felt that way. The amount of times you two had walked in on each other half-naked was absurd, yet here you were almost hyperventilating simply because he was zipping your dress up.

"Uh..." he exhaled, "You're good to go." He spoke in a rushed tone before putting some distance between the two of you.

"I'm ready when you are. I'll be waiting outside."

You didn't dare look until you heard the door close. That's when you started cursing under your breath as you realized how fucked up this was.

You couldn't actually recall when your not-so-friendly feelings for Charles started developing, but this... Fuck, this doubled the intensity of these feelings. You were left there, stood awkwardly in the middle of the neat hotel room, questioning whether it would be so bad if you went up to him and just kissed him. Needless to say, your own thoughts startled you.

"Fuck, i'm screwed." You kept mumbling as you slipped on your shoes, grabbed your phone and followed Charles into the common sitting area of the suite after giving yourself a pep talk in the mirror, promising your reflection not to risk this friendship.

You and Charles rode to the restaurant in a dark blue Ferrari that glistened beautifully under the light of street lamps. It was luxurious enough that sitting in its passenger seat felt like a responsibility.

On your short drive to the restaurant, you engaged in small talk, mainly discussing the car he was loaned. It was as if nothing had happened, so you worked hard to convince your mind that nothing had, because if that's what he thought, it should be what you're thinking as well.

As you had expected, the restaurant was in fact rather fancy. That had become obvious the second you were referred to as "Mademoiselle" and "Monsieur" by a waiter dressed in a suit as he escorted you to your table.

You ended up sitting right beside Charles since he was the only person you actually knew as more than just an acquaintance. As the minutes ticked by, more people joined your table until there was only one seat left, the seat being right beside you.

Your body froze once you saw who occupied that seat.

Pete.

The last time you flew to watch Charles race, you had went on a date with a guy from the McLaren mechanical team. You felt bad admitting it, but the date only happened because you were starting to realize your feelings for your best friend and you were doing everything to keep yourself from admitting that you were starting to fall for him. A second date was never brought up because, much to your embarrassment, you had called him the wrong name when he kissed you once the night ended. Pete had simply smiled in irony to hide his true reaction then he told you he suspected this would happen before he left.

"Y/n, it's been a while." He greeted with a smile.

"Pete, hi! How are you?" You faked the enthusiasm because inside you were dreading this dinner even though you weren't even an hour into it.

Your cheerful voice caught Charles' attention, breaking him away from his conversation with Pierre, only because he knew that tone and he knew you were uncomfortable. He looked over at you then at the guy next to you before locking his eyes with yours, his eyebrows raised in question. You shook your head very slightly in a way only he would notice, letting him know everything was okay before turning back around to face Pete who was quick to engage in small talk.

As the night went by and the pressure of the two guys by your sides intensified, you found yourself downing cup after cup of wine. You knew that by now, your cheeks were most likely red, but for the first time ever, you didn't care. You just couldn't handle this situation while sober, especially when Pete would look at you then at Charles before smirking as if he could feel the tension there. He was probably the only person aware of your true feelings for Charles. That was inevitable since you technically groaned Charles' name into his mouth just a few months ago.

"You two dating yet?" He leaned closer to you, whispering the question into your ear.

Your eyes widened and you stopped drinking your wine mid-sip.

"What is wrong with you?! He's my best friend." You whispered back.

Out if the corner of your eye, you caught Charles slightly glaring at the exchange happening beside him. You ignored that, not wanting to ruin the buzz you were feeling by overthinking your best friend's behavior.

"Fine. Whatever you say, i guess." He replied, grabbing the bottle of alcohol and refilling your cup.

The night continued that way. You ate delicious food, chatted with a bunch of people and drank a lot. Pete was still coming closer than necessary to you every time he wanted to say something and surprisingly you felt yourself getting comfortable with that. Charles on the other hand seemed to have developed a new hobby of glaring at the McLaren mechanic while Pierre was looking at him with a mix of entertainment and concern.

"So, how do you two know each other?" Charles suddenly interrupted your conversation with Pete, almost turning his whole body to face you two.

"We met at the paddock a few months ago." You replied with ease thanks to the wine.

"Oh. Just that? I feel like you're really used to each other." He pointed out, taking a bite of his food into his mouth so his curiosity would look a bit more casual.

"Well, we did go on a date back then. But, that is about it." Pete explained.

Charles' fork froze mid-air.

"And how come i have never heard of that date? I thought we tell each other everything." Charles directed the question at you and you shrugged while Pete smirked because he knew the answer to that.

"It's not like you tell me about everyone you date." You argued, not liking where the conversation was headed.

"Uh, i do tell you about everyone i date." He spoke as if his statement was the truest, most obvious thing in the world.

"You're not fooling me, Chuck. You're telling me you haven't dated anyone in, like what, a year?"

"Yes, i'm telling you that because it is the truth." He looked pissed that you didn't believe him. It surely didn't help that you were staring at him in disbelief.

Luckily, Pierre interfered.

"Don't worry, he's only joking." He clarified.

That, in fact, made more sense. However, Charles' head quickly snapped towards his friend.

"No, i'm not. Tu sais que c'est la verité." You know it's the truth.

"Let it go, Charles." Pierre seemed to warn him and Charles finally gave in.

But, despite everything you could almost see the thoughts spiraling inside his head and you knew this conversation would be brought up later.

Pierre's intervention worked well until it didn't. In other words, it worked until Pete placed his arm around the back of you chair. That earned him quite the look from Charles who then proceeded to down his drink after Pierre nudged him. You didn't know what was up with him, but you intended on figuring it out later.

Meanwhile, your best friend seemed to avoid looking your way. He was literally actively avoiding shifting his gaze to your side and you could tell a few other people had noticed the high tension on your side of your table.

Sighing, you leaned onto Charles' side a little, softly resting your hand on his shoulder, causing him to finally look at you.

"Qu'est-ce qui se passe, Charles?" What's happening, Charles?

He shook his head and sighed before answering you.

"I think I'm gonna leave, i'm not really comfortable here right now, honestly. I'm gonna go get the car. If you want to leave too, follow me. But if you wanna stay, call me later to pick you up. Don't leave with anyone random, please." He pressed a kiss onto your forehead before excusing himself and making his way out of the restaurant.

Pierre looked at you with a curious, questioning frown as he started getting up to follow his friend.

"I've got it," you gestured for him to stay, "I'm leaving with him anyway."

Pierre nodded, so you excused yourself and left.

Once you stepped out, you easily noticed Charles' car and made your way to it, quickly slipping into the vehicle.

Charles drove in silence to the hotel. Once you arrived, he parked the car in an underground parking, turned it off but didn't show any intentions of getting out of it, so you sat there beside him, resisting the urge to ask the question burning in your mind. But you couldn't put it off long enough.

"Charles, is something wrong? I should've told you about Pete, i know... but I honestly didn't think it was that important. You know i tell you everything significant about my life."

"It's not..." he sighed, stopping his sentence and replacing his words with a nod.

He got out of the car and waited for you to join him. Once you were beside him, you two walked side by side into the hotel then into the suite where you went directly into your room to change into something more comfortable.

Once the dress was exchanged for sweatpants and a t-shirt, you made your way back into the kitchen-living room area where you found Charles sat in the dark on the small couch, his button down now only buttoned halfway and his belt sitting on the table as the television illuminated his face softly. You were grabbing a bottle of water from the mini fridge when you noticed a bottle of red wine and a bouquet of roses on the small counter space. You frowned, hesitantly inspecting the small card attached to the bouquet. There wasn't anything on there.

"Charles, what are these?" You asked, voice barely audible.

He looked over to see what you were talking about.

"The hotel probably sent them." He shrugged.

"Oh." Was all you managed to say as you made your way to sit by him, leaving an amount of space that was unusual for the two of you.

"Listen, I don't really know what happened, but I don't like how awkward this has suddenly become. Do you want me to leave you alone?" You finally gave in.

He immediately turned to look at you.

"What? No. Of course not. I'm so happy to have you here. Why would i ask you to leave me alone?" He patted the spot closer to him, "Come here."

You scooted over and he pulled you to him so that your head was resting on his shoulder.

Any other time, your heart would have been beating out of your chest, but the lingering awkwardness prevented that from happening.

"Then why were you angry tonight?"

His head dropped back to rest against the back of the couch and he let out a loud breath.

"You get to pick the answer since one of the options has serious consequences. Do you want me to bullshit a reason, or do you want the truth? No matter what it might change?"

His words caused you to sit back up straighter than ever as nerves froze your body.

"Charles, what?"

"Pick the answer, y/n." You went radio silent, your eyes searching his face for any clue that would tell you what was happening.

"The truth, always." You faked confidence, because in reality your hands were shaking and your mind was racing.

"Don't say I didn't warn you." His eyes locked with yours, freezing you in your spot.

"Spill it, Leclerc."

"Fine, i love you." If his look froze you then this sent you into paralysis.

"I love you and that is why I was upset tonight. I'm just so sick of dropping so many hints just for you to go flirt with yet another asshole. I've known this for so much time and i've planned so many ways to tell you every time i see you, wether on vacations or race weekends or facetime calls even but i was always too afraid to say it. The latest plan was the flowers and the wine, but it seemed unfair to tell you tonight like i had planned because i saw that you were interested in someone. But fuck, I can't keep it to myself anymore because it's tearing at my heart every fucking day we're together and even more when we're apart." He blurted, not bothering to think the words through. His voice sounded fragile as if he was on the verge of crying. It left you speechless, the whole situation, his words, his voice and the look in his eyes.

"Charles..." you started but trailed off, not finding the words to say.

"Listen, i get it. You don't have to love me back, I'm not asking you to, i just needed to get it off my chest.”

"What?" You were in disbelief.

"Yeah, you don't have to love me back." Even in the dim light, you could see the tears glistening in his eyes, "l just need you to take what I'm feeling into consideration for a little while until i can get this under control. Je te promets que je trouverai une solution à ça. Ne t'inquiète pas. I'm not gonna lose you, i need you by my side, even if it's just as a friend." I promise you i'll find a solution to this. Don't worry. He said, his fingers quickly wiping under his eyes.

"Please don't cry, Charles. Je te supplie." I'm begging you. You didn't know what to do. "Look at me." You pulled on his hand, urging him to meet your eyes but when he refused to, you blurted out the first thing that came to your mind.

"The reason I didn't go on a second date with Pete was because i moaned your name when he kissed me after the first one."

That definitely caught his attention. He quickly looked at you with astonishment.

"T’as fais quoi?!" What did you do? He basically squealed, making you smile.

Instead of replying you kissed a tear off his cheek as your hand cupped his face.

"I love you too, Charles." You whispered softly before connecting your lips to his in a brief kiss.

“Finally” your mind was screaming as you tasted his lips against yours. You've imagined doing this countless times over the last few months. You've created scenarios about how it would happen and what it would feel like but nothing did this feeling justice, nothing could have prepared you for the relief that would come from simply kissing him after the long-endured envy to do so. It felt like a grand finale, one with fireworks and choreographies and happy songs. It felt like safety after an eternity spent in danger. It felt like how you imagined heaven would feel like.

"Fuck. Say it again." He asked, desperation lacing his tone.

"I love you. I really do and i'm so sorry that this has hurt you so much for so long. I really am. But-" He shut you up with another kiss, this time pulling you to sit on his lap as he kissed you.

"This might have just become my favorite thing to do." He smiled against your lips, making you chuckle too once he pulled away.

"Just wait until you-" You started but he didn't let you finish the sentence.

"Nope. You don't wanna go there right now." He laughed.

"So what, sexual jokes are okay when we're friends but now they're not?"

"Oh, no. They're definitely okay. In fact, they'll always be our thing. But right now, we should be busy acting them out instead of making them, you know?" He smirked, hands wrapping around you as he unexpectedly picked you up and took you to his bedroom, setting you down on the bed.

His lips connected to yours for mere seconds before he pulled away.

"I'm gonna go grab the wine now because once we're both in this bed, I don't think anyone out of us will be getting out of this room before it's morning." He teased before disappearing out of the door.

The next morning, you woke up weirded out by the fact that your skin was touching someone else's and that there was two arms wrapped around you. Then, all the events from last night flooded your mind, the newly-created memories making you smile widely. This time you didn't rush to get out of bed like you did that one vacation, instead you cuddled closer into Charles' chest and watched as he opened one eye to peak at you, a breathtaking smile taking over his face.

"Bonjour, mon amour." Good morning, my love. He greeted, his morning voice unmissable.

"Bonjour, chéri." You replied as you brushed your fingers through his hair.

You could get used to this, you thought. In fact, it was undeniable that you wanted to get used to waking up next to Charles and to him calling you "my love." It was all you've ever wanted, actually.

All you’ve ever wanted was right there in front of you and you couldn’t be more thankful.

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Do you thinks kids were afraid of Luz and that why they bullied her and why she doesn’t have any friends

It's possible but the problem is that we're only told that Luz is bullied and never shown why so you could just as easily assume that people simply didn't like her just as you can argue that people were afraid of her.

Now, does the show have to have a flashback scene demonstrating how Luz was bullied? That's how most kid shows do it right? Well, you don't need a whole flashback but you have to do more than just have Luz tell us when she doesn't really act like someone who is bullied for her interests.

Instead of being shy about Azura she celebrates it fully and it's popular enough that they're making movie adaptations of them. It's like being a Harry Potter fan at the peak of its popularity.

She also makes friends rather easily at Hexside so she's not socially awkward and she's certainly capable of standing up for herself. So why was she bullied?

Because it makes her relatable.

Nearly everyone can relate to being bullied and it's very easy to make a character likable and have the audience connect to them when you give them experiences that mirror their own.

The problem with Luz is that the show never goes into her bullying at all, which is bizarre since she feels more at home in the Boiling Isles than in the human realm. You would think that her feeling like an outsider at home would be explored more and how the BI makes her feel accepted. It would also make her line about "always wanting to be understood" a natural end for her arc instead of coming in out of left field.

Instead, what we're shown makes it seem like Luz never even tried to make friends: Vee met Masha at the camp Luz was going to go to, which means that if Luz actually did go to that boring camp, then she would have met someone to share her interests with. Luz freaks out and has a pity-me speech in front of the whole class and afterward, two random kids commend her for how brave she is! If you really wanted to hammer home that Luz is an outsider, then have those two kids call her a weirdo or something, not validate her (which she barely acknowledges, btw).

It's also quite telling that Vee-as-Luz managed to make friends while Luz did not, which tells me that the opportunity was there for her to find her community in the human realm but chose not to for whatever reason.

The most we get is in the first episode when she brings live snakes to school and a firecracker that she plans to ignite. Cue the principal recommending summer camp for her where she can (shock!) learn to socialize better. This is a great setup for a kid who needs to learn to separate reality and fantasy better but a terrible one for a kid who is being bullied and is treated so poorly that she'd rather live in another dimension. Even season 3 doesn't fix this because it spends more time on Luz's grief over Manny and how she's failing school not because of being bullied but because the subjects are boring.

So, Luz is not an outsider; we have no evidence of this in the show other than it simply tells us that she was. Actions speak louder than words, and Luz's actions show me a person who is too caught up in her own fantasies to think about how that might affect other people.

#asks #the owl house #toh critical #toh criticism #luz noceda

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peapodbond · 6 days

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A (Mostly) Accurate Timeline of Tommy Kinard

Referencing Lou’s interview with Tommy’s Backstory, his actual age, the dates in Chimney Begins and Bobby Begins Again (with rough estimates of Hen Begins because those cute fuckers didn’t give me a date title card), and the ways that the characters interact with him.

(Lou's) Date of Birth: November 10, 1984.

1984 - 2001: Tommy was an awkward, overweight kid when he was younger. He flourished in classes such as shop, where he could use his hands and create things and didn't necessarily need to talk to anyone. Then he hit a growth spurt, got taller, and joined the football team. Tommy quickly becomes an all star football guy who stands up for any kids who were like him when he was younger.

Tommy says in 7x04 that he flew helicopters for the army before he was a firefighter.

2001 - 2005: In 2001, Tommy would have been seventeen. September 11th was likely the impetus for joining the army, which he could have done as soon as it was his birthday. Basic training is ten weeks for the army, slightly longer if he was aiming for a specialized group. Army tours of duty are between six and twelve months. He could very easily have gone through basic, done between two and four tours in Afghanistan, and still joined the fire academy so that he has just finished his probationary year when Chimney comes to the 118.

**updated: I've been reliably informed by multiple sources that a pilot would have to spend a minimum of five years with the army, and to that I can only say that the writers must be blamed for their timeline. ;) let us assume that there was a reason (good or bad) that Tommy only served four years and I will not speculate as to which in this post because that crosses over from a timeline to headcanons and I want everyone to be able to use this if they want. (please see this post for slightly more detail on my reasoning)

2006: 22 years old.

Chimney spends between ten and twenty-four weeks at the fire academy, so Chimney comes into the station in 2006/2007, depending on the time of year (c’mon guys give me something it’s LA and you don’t really have weather out there) and the episode covers most of his probationary year. Most likely it is two years from start to finish, as Chimney does spend part of the episode doing things other than starting at the fire academy.

Tommy is probably the probie who came in just before Chimney, and would have just finished his probationary year. There is a scene in the early part of the episode where Gerrard asks when Tommy’s girlfriend is coming by to cook dinner, but there’s also an offhand comment that she’s never been by the house before so who really knows if there was a girlfriend at all.

Sal DeLuca seems to be Tommy’s senior partner, the same way that Eli is Chimney’s senior partner, so they were probably paired up to show him the ropes when he showed up at the firehouse. Tommy definitely takes his cues from Sal, who takes his cues from Gerrard. Tommy is a bit of a bully because of who he is modeling himself after and the culture that he feels he has to assimilate into but he also does look uncomfortable at a lot of the jokes directed towards Chimney, and you catch him throwing a look to check on Chimney at the funeral in the flashback. After Chimney saves his life Tommy does reach out – awkwardly, but he still reaches out, and even asks Eli about him at the end of the episode.

2010: 26 years old.

Hen has just arrived at the 118. These dates are based on the Twilight movie joke about being Team Jacob and the fact that Taylor Lautner was 18 when Eclipse came out (2010) and most of us agreed during the first two movies that we would not make gross jokes about minors, right guys? Right Sal? Tommy doesn’t react violently to the gay joke which could be proof that he’s comfortable with who he is even if he hasn’t told anyone. If he’d been truly insulted or grossed out by the joke it’s more likely he would have protested rather than blowing a kiss at Sal.

Tommy is splitting his time between Sal and Chimney — we see them sitting together at the dinner table in a similar formation to the way that Hen, Buck and Chim sit together in the current 118 — but still lets himself take cues from the way that Gerrard treats Hen at the beginning of the episode. He is less of a bully than he was in Chimney Begins but still going along with the crowd because he doesn’t want to rock the boat. Saying that the east coast vibes means she was being called a bitch isn’t great, but that entire scene does play into generally accepted stereotypes about the east and west coast in the states and it is perhaps a bad attempt at explaining that to Hen, rather than bullying – but it comes off badly so it doesn’t really matter what the intent was. Chimney looks very disappointed in him for this. (Tommy talks in 7x05 about not being out but knowing that he wasn’t straight when he was in the 118, and we can only assume that showing up to the 118 and meeting Sal and Gerrard in 2005 made it very clear right away that he should toe the line of the rest of the house or find a new job.) The look on his face when Hen does her speech on the fire truck is definitely a realization of who he’s become and it doesn’t appear that he likes who he is.

He is one of the firefighters who is impressed by Hen’s idea about the firehose in the mudslide and he and Sal make a point to come to Hen before she gets called upstairs to see Captain Cook and tell her that she was right about the call and that she is a good firefighter. In the captain’s office Hen is told that a few firefighters made reports – given that in this episode we are mostly focused on Chimney, Tommy, and Sal as her teammates, and they’re the only three that talk to her before this revelation, I believe the storytelling wants us to assume that those three were definitely some of the firefighters who made a report against Gerrard, though we can also safely assume that the entire house reported him.

2014: Bobby is in Minnesota.

Late 2014/early 2015: Bobby moves to LA. Tommy is 30 or 31.

Based on the montages, this episode covers more time than the other two episodes (both between a year and a half to two years long) and ends with Tommy leaving and Buck coming in. Buck is just finishing his probationary year in 2018, so it follows that Bobby Begins Again covers the three years between 2014 and 2017, with most of Buck’s probationary year happening off screen before the pilot.

We are told during the betting scene that pre-Bobby’s arrival there have been two years of captains switching in and out. Gerrard was kicked out pretty early in Hen’s career at the 118 and Captain Cook came in (but was close to retirement) so it tracks that he was their captain between 2010 and 2012 and then left.

You’ll notice that during the betting scene and a lot of the fire house montages, Hen is no longer the only woman in the house or on their shift — the higher ups were serious about changing the culture in the LAFD and they did in fact put their money where their mouths were.

As of Bobby’s arrival to LA, Tommy is the third part of the Chimney and Hen trio – they get drinks together, they shit talk work (and Sal), they lend each other money, they talk about how scars get you the girls. (Tommy is obviously still not out at work, but he could be dating someone, it's hard to know.) This is the 118 mirror of Hen’s support group with Athena, and they would not be spending time with each other outside of work if they didn’t like each other. At this point Tommy and Chimney have been working together for eight years! Between Chimney and Hen they have worn off most of the asshole edges that Tommy had in the first two flashback episodes. Chimney, Hen and Tommy sit together at family dinner and Hen arranges a cake and a party for Tommy — something that she wouldn’t have done if she didn’t like him at that point — when he gets his transfer to the 217 and starts flying again. (This is also the first instance of Hen getting a cake to celebrate things happening at the 118.)

Tommy has been at the 118 for twelve years. Chimney and Tommy have worked together for eleven years. Hen and Tommy have worked together for seven years. Bobby and Tommy have worked together for three years.

2019: 35 years old

Tommy has been at the 217 for two years and redirects a flight of their water plane to the subdivision when Chimney calls him. Chim says “Hey it’s Howie,” and still has Tommy’s number saved in his phone. We can assume that they are at least in sporadic contact and have been since Tommy left. We’ll call the odds 50/50 on the chance that Tommy has told Chimney (and perhaps Hen) that he is not straight at this point. Everyone says the Chimney can’t keep a secret but both he and Hen know that there is a difference between a secret and outing someone.

Spring 2024: 39 years old

Steals a helicopter for Hen when Chimney calls, flies them to a capsized cruise ship in the middle of a hurricane, makes friends with Eddie and kisses Buck. Gets invited to Chimney and Maddie’s wedding as Buck’s date. (There is a higher than zero chance that he has already been invited by Chimney since they’re friends and he’s just shocked Buck considers that a good third date.)

References:

https://www.goarmy.com/how-to-join/requirements.html

https://www.operationmilitarykids.org/how-long-is-a-tour-of-duty-in-the-military/

https://www.operationmilitarykids.org/heres-how-long-basic-training-is-for-each-military-branch/

https://www.hollywoodreporter.com/tv/tv-features/9-1-1-show-tommy-buck-kiss-relationship-lou-ferrigno-jr-1235872688/#

https://firefighternow.com/fire-academy-guide/

https://firefighternow.com/probationary-firefighter/

** https://www.goarmy.com/careers-and-jobs/specialty-careers/aviation.html

** https://benefits.com/veterans-benefits/types-military-discharge/

**updated with some extra references and a little explanation as to why the timeline is off (hint: it's the writer's fault ;) )

#911 #911 abc #tommy kinard #lou ferrigno jr #meta #timeline #kinley #the (mostly) accurate timeline of tommy kinard

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twisted-wonderland-shenanigans · 1 year

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Monster au but mini Yuu accidentally picks up a cuss word and hilarity ensues

Hoo boy, this can either be like that “gasp!” meme or Yuu just so happens to be nearby when someone oh so casually bellows out a curse word after getting their tail stomped on. Either way, it’s bound to be chaos for sure! XD

Warning: Mini!Yuu drops the f-word and the first years hear boss music 😂

The first ones who heard mini!Yuu curse was—no surprise—the first years. As soon as they heard what clearly sounded like the word “dammit”, they immediately began to panic as they tried to figure out how the toddler picked up that word.

Cue flashbacks:

Ace got collared by Riddle again for breaking a rule, the lock getting caught on something and causing him to get stuck in an awkward position. He cursed.

Deuce turning too fast and slamming his haunch against a cabinet, knocking it over and spilling all the contents on the floor. He cursed.

Jack getting trapped in a hole Ruggie dug up for Leona and spilling his books everywhere. He cursed.

Epel trying to pluck out his eyebrows under Vil’s guidance before trying the wax. He cursed (loudly) and got scolded by the unicorn.

Sebek after a student ran into him and destroyed the gift he had bought for Malleus. Cursed up a royal storm!

With growing dread, each of the freshmen realized that Yuu had been present each time they’d said the word. Now it was a race against time to get Yuu to never say it again before returning them to the professors for the evening. How were they going to do that? Simple:

By recreating the situations that caused them to curse in the first place!

“…this isn’t going to work,” Jack said with a frown.

“You got any better ideas?” Ace asked.

“Why don’t we just explain to them that it’s a bad word and they shouldn’t say it?” Jack pressed.

Despite his best efforts, the others went ahead with the plan and he reluctantly followed suit.

Cater and Trey were confused when they witnessed Ace break several rules in a row, and the moment Riddle collared him he ran off. They later found him getting the collar stuck on something, his rabbit legs scrabbling at the ground as he tried to free himself while Yuu was sitting nearby. Growing frustrated, he opened his mouth to shout, “Daaa-!!...da-da-daaaa-da-da-daa~!” Somehow, he managed to roll into a sing-song voice, a strained smile on his face while Yuu watched him in confusion.

They were even more confused when Deuce seemingly knocked over another cabinet on purpose, saying loudly, “Daaaa…rn it, what a mess! I better clean it up!...gh! Wait! Yuu, no! Stay there, don’t move! There’s glass fragments on the ground!”

Trey and Cater looked at each other in confusion. What was going on with these two?

“…ah…Jack? What’re you doin’ down there?” Ruggie asked, peering into the large hole.

“…I…fell in,” he said, clearly looking embarrassed.

“You fell in…”

“Yes…”

“Inside the hole you dug.”

“…yes…”

"...o...kay..." Glancing up, Ruggie picked up Yuu and held them close as he said, "Hey, lil' bugaboo. You watching your big brother acting weird today?"

"Heehee...JackJack is so funny!" Yuu said, the toddler smiling happily.

"Well, let's get you a lil' snack then!"

"Yay~!"

Jack heaved a heavy sigh, uttering, "I told them this wasn't a good idea..."

"...Epel...what in the world are you doing?"

"...um...maintaining my beauty regiment?"

Vil and Rook glanced at each other with raised eyebrows before staring at Epel, who had a few strips of cloth sticking to his eyebrows. Then, Vil said, "And you're waxing your eyebrows...again...when we did it just the other day...why?"

With a cute smile, Epel said, "Because I...noticed a few hairs still there! So I wanted to make sure I got them all."

"Then why not use a pair of tweezers?"

"...efficiency?"

"And Yuu is here...why exactly?"

"...uh...teaching them good habits?"

Vil's gaze turned stern, Epel's ears lowering as he tried to maintain his now wavering smile while Yuu looked between the two. Their eyes then turned to focus on the cloth on Epel's forehead, and--remembering what Rook told them about being quick when it comes to hunting--their tiny hand reached up, grabbed the tape, and--

"YEEEEOW!!!!!" Epel shrieked. "DAAAAA--hat's okay! I needed that. Thank you, Yuu~!"

While Yuu giggled happily, Vil and Rook were sharing a confused look with one another.

"Okay, what's going on here?"

"Um...what are you talking about?"

"Don't lie to me, Ace. You five have been acting strange all day."

"I don't know what you're talking about, right guys?"

The first years were smiling nervously as their seniors stared them down, several with their arms crossed over their chests while others looked curious or quietly furious. It was Lilia who spoke as he said, "Oh come now, you truely didn't think we wouldn't notice unusual behavior from the very students in our dorms? After all, it's not every day that Sebek sings 'dashing through the snow' instead of bellowing when angry."

Sebek's face flushed as the other freshmen stared at him.

"Just spill it: what's got you guys freaking out so much?" Ruggie asked.

No one wanted to answer, each one mumbling under their breath and avoiding everyone's gaze. Then, Yuu toddled over to Ruggie and said, "Dannut!" while reaching up to him, the first years gasping in horror.

"I-It's not what it looks like!" Epel tried to say.

"It was Deuce's fault!" Ace shouted.

"My fault?! You said it in front of them too!"

"Don't go throwing blame around, Ace!"

"As if you're one to talk, Jack! You cursed too!"

"It was an accident!" Epel said frantically. "We've been trying all day to get them to not say that word--honest!"

"I'm ashamed! My pride has corrupted the small human's innocence! Forgive me!"

Among the ruckus of the first years, they were eventually silenced by a stern look from Vil and Lilia, heads bowed in shame. Then...Ruggie pulled out a doughnut from the box he'd been carrying and held it up to Yuu. "This whatcha want, bugaboo?" he asked.

"Dannut! Dannut!" Yuu said, a beaming grin on their face as they reached up with grabby hands.

"Well first, ya gotta say it right: it's donut," he told them, kneeling down so he was eye to eye with them. "Can you say 'donut'?"

"Doh...nut...donut!" Yuu said.

"Shishishishi~! There we go! You've earned it, kiddo," Ruggie said, snickering as Yuu took the pastry and toddled off with their prize. Standing up, he said, "Let me guess: you guys thought that Yuu was saying the word 'dammit' and thought to try and teach them a different word, right?"

"Uh...y-yeah," Deuce uttered. "How did you...know that it wasn't a curse word they'd said?"

"Oh please, it was easy to tell what they wanted. You just gotta pay attention to what the kid says and narrow it down. Compared to talking to animals, it's a piece of cake!"

On hearing this, the first years heaved a sigh of relief. "Don't think you're out of the woods yet," Trey said, his smile--though playful--holding a dangerous look as he stared at them. "You all are going to watch what you say around Yuu from now on...right?"

They gulped, none of them liking the looks their respective dorm and vice dorm leaders were giving them. "Y...yes sir..."

Meanwhile, Yuu was happily skipping around with their donut half-finished--before they tripped and fell, dropping their donut. Their little face contorted into a look of anger and frustration as--in the loudest voice they could--they shouted, "Fuck!"

Multiple pairs of eyes went wide, and in an instant all five of the freshmen could swear they heard boss music playing as the others stared at them intently. Then, pointing at each other, they shouted, "He said it!!!!"

#twisted wonderland #twst #twisted wonderland monster au #twst monster au #ace trappola #deuce spade #jack howl #epel felmier #sebek zigvolt #twst mini!yuu #twisted wonderland mini!yuu #trey clover #cater diamond #ruggie bucchi

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project-sekai-facts · 9 months

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I'm curious about the autism HC/Fanon's for different characters. I know there's a few characters that are commonly mentioned to have autistic characteristics (Ichika, like all of wxs ect) but I do wonder how many characters could have parallels or things about them which would suggest autism or similar neurodivergence. Would love an in depth (or slightly in depth) look into this.

Sincerely, an autistic fan who sees herself in way too many characters

Full disclosure that I am not autistic. At least I don’t think I am. So I’ll try to do an overview but feel free to correct / add anything.

Rui is very coded as autistic. I want to do a full post on this one day (currently in the process of translating some magazine “interviews”), but to give a quick rundown: he infodumps a lot (there is a card of him doing this), his interest in engineering and platypuses easily reads like a special interest, he has difficulty processing, understanding, and occasionally expressing his own emotions despite being able to read other people well, he is sensitive to textures and tastes in food (he dislikes fruit that tastes like vegetables, like melon or cucumber), list goes on. Also other people have constantly called him weird and isolated him for this, which is a thing that happens to a lot of neurodivergent people. Revival my dream touches on this a lot so I suggest reading the flashback chapters in that event.

Toya as well is another character who I think is autistic-coded, and I see this pointed out by the fandom a lot. I made a post about the fact that he is sensitive to textures in food a while ago and most people tagged it saying that he was autistic lol. Also the fact that he isn’t good at expressing emotions on his face earlier on in the game reminds me a lot of Rina from Love Live who is pretty much agreed upon to be autistic. Oh and then there’s his habit of staring and not picking up on social cues. So a lot to back up this one as well.

Shiho is one I see brought up a lot too. Iirc the main reasons I’ve seen pointed out are her more direct way of speaking that can come off as mean when she isn’t trying to sound that way, lack of a filter (ties into the last point), as well as her intrest in music that could read like a special interest. Also like Rui people tended to keep their distance from her because they thought she was cold and unkind even though she isn’t.

Also as I was writing this, multiple people said that Ichika is autistic in the tags of her birthday post so yeah that’s something. I’m guessing because her interest in Miku could be read as a special interest, as well as her general awkwardness in social situations and overthinking.

For me personally, I’ve always read Emu as having ADHD but I could understand why people might read her as autistic or both as well.

Other than Rui and probably Toya and Shiho I’m not sure how much of any coding was intentional, or whether it happens to be that you can read it that way, but there’s no harm in seeing yourself in a character and coming up with headcanons. This isn’t the greatest post about neurodivergent coding in prsk and I’ve definitely seen better ones in the tag but I hope this helps a bit.

#asks #mod talks

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melancholysway · 1 year

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Holy nunchuuuuuuucks, I can't believe I'm here again, why do you have to tempt me so?! Anyway! 2007, the turtles' SO bonds with Splinter and for a while everything is incredibly good but then here comes the awkward childhood photo or memory!

Got you! so sorry for the wait, college is overwhelming rn but when is it not tbh

I haven't forgotten about the other requests ya'll have sent me btw! I'm just getting it done at a snail's pace LMAO

TMNT 2007 Imagines: Embarrassing Photos

I’m doing this formatted to where the S/O meets Splinter! There’s a fic at the end with your turtle of choice :)

Key: --- followed by italics = flashback is happening or ending

Leonardo

Leo has an awkward photo of him drooling while sleeping as a kid

Though that habit is long gone, he still shudders at the thought

Cannot believe he used to drool until he saw the photo

Brings it up one day when talking to you about each other’s childhood memories

“I um…I used to drool as a kid.”

He used to sleep in a big pile of pillows and blankets with the rest of his brothers, but he would always wind up being cuddled with Donnie, as he moved the least in his sleep (mikey kicked, HARD.)

He doesn’t tell you about the PHOTO master splinter has of it

This is early on in the friendship turned relationship, and when you get comfortable talking to Master Splinter for long periods of time (it was scary in the beginning, because, well, he was a giant rat who could read literally anyone,) he does his favorite thing: whip out the photo album

While Leo is in the dojo meditating, the others joke around and tell Splinter to show the Leo photos

And he does

And oh, he doesn’t hold back.

Raphael

Raphael had a teddy bear when he was younger

He was emotionally attached to that thing, seriously

Not really an awkward memory, but embarrassing for him

Splinter remembers Teddy all too well, seriously.

He has a photo of Raph and Teddy somewhere, though Raph never told you about it at all

“Teddy!” - 6 year old Raph

Oh, Teddy.

Attachment issues incoming

Wouldn’t let splinter wash it because he didn’t want Teddy to get hurt

He had to steal it from him while he was sleeping just to wash him

Raph literally could tell the difference right away and got sad

It reflects on him now, Raphael (as much as he may deny it) doesn’t like being lonely. He likes to have someone there (either to bother, talk to, smack, all of the above.) He NEEDS his brothers.

After getting to know Splinter more, he gives more details of the turtles’ upbringing, and (segue) whips out the photo book to show you all the turtles as tots

Donatello

Donnie has one photo of Raph dunking him in the tub while the others laughed

Its truly menacing, but Donnie kind of just

Represses it

It’s a really embarrassing moment, and luckily splinter caught it right in 4K

Once you begin dating donnie, you go up to splinter one day while he’s cleaning the bookshelf as you watch him pull out the photo album

He gives you this smile as if he knows you’re wanting to see the baby donnie photos

Don’t tell donnie by the way

Raph and Donnie used to be on and off besties, they would fight one day then be hanging out the next. If Leo was trying to get Mikey to stop crying, Raph and Donnie were being devious together somewhere in the Lair

Raph brings up dunking Donnie often, especially if they’re at the Farmhouse. He’ll just casually bring it up like, “remembah when I used ta dunk your ass when we were kids?”

Cue Donnie speed swimming out the lake and onto dry land

Michelangelo

Mikey cried, A LOT

He cried for basically anything and everything

Too cold? Cried. Too hot? Cried. Just right? He’d find a reason to cry anyway

One time Raph smacked Mikey a little too hard, and he cried for a solid hour

Im talking ugly crying drool snot everywhere

He was not letting that go

Raph apologized (many many times)

Donnie thinks he was being a drama queen

Leo suggests that it would make a funny childhood memory, and Splinter laughed at that and snapped a photo of Mikey as he was calming down and hiccuping after getting a hug from Raphael

It’s actually a cute photo, but Mikey still gets mad about it for some reason

Thinks about his cry baby days a lot, but honestly, the crying got him what he wanted at times

Especially from Donnie

Leo was Mikey’s favorite brother and vice versa, Leo would always try and help Mikey when he was crying (which was very often)

He tried to be funny or comfort him, either way, it made their bond stronger

“And this,” Splinter points at the photo, “is a memory I find rather amusing from my son.”

You try to contain your laughter, but the way your boyfriend looks as a child is too cute and too comical to not laugh at. “Do not hold back your emotions, laugh all you want.” The rat says at he notices you trying to contain yourself.

It’s probably one of the funnier photos you’ve seen of your boyfriend so far. Though, he sort of told Master Splinter to never show anyone. However, you weren’t just anyone. You had legal right to see it.

You would take this witnessing to the grave, but it’s always nice to know more about your turtle’s past. Though him and his brothers had a nice childhood with what Splinter was able to do for them, they had ups and downs as well.

If anything, Splinter did everything in his power to give them a seemingly normal childhood. They did what normal kids did:

Leo just so happened to drool a lot when sleeping. Splinter points to the photo of Leo on a mountain of blankets, and his closed eyes and unconscious self completely oblivious to the drool coming out at the time. He must've had a good dream. Leo sometimes wakes up in the middle of the night and wipes his mouth to see if he drools. He doesn't wanna drool on you if you're sharing a bed together. He doesn't drool anymore, but, he still has to make sure. If you sleep together often, he waits for you to fall asleep first.

Raph had attachment issues to a stuffed animal. It's such a cute photo of Raph hugging onto his teddy bear for dear life on the couch during the early morning. He slept with it all the time. Raphael has shown a few times where he has to cuddle you. He's touchy, all the time. He feeds off of physical touch. Don't tell anyone, but he probably couldn't go a day without kissing you or hugging you in some way.

Donnie was used as collateral by his other siblings. This photo has to be a core memory for Donnie. It's an action shot of Raph dunking him halfway in the tub water, while Leo and Mikey giggle on the opposite side of the tub. It's probably why he never likes to go in the lake while Raph's in it when you all take a trip to Casey's grandma's farmhouse in the summer. Though he knows you can't physically dunk him, Donnie thinks about if you'll just turn around and do it while you're taking a relaxing bath together.

Mikey cried a lot. Though, even human kids probably didn’t cry as much as Mikey did. You see the photo of Mikey crying while Leo tries to comfort him, and Splinter mentions that Mikey would cry for practically any and everything. Mikey doesn't cry now, but he has this puppy-dog look he gives you whenever he wants to do something with you or wants something from you.

As you had only been dating him for a few months now, you were still uncovering pieces to a fun little puzzle that was the sewer life.

You continue looking at the photo of your boyfriend, seeing how small he was back then, compared to now. He's a...big, muscular turtle. How his tiny shell doesn't compare to the one he has now. But, his facial features are all the same.

“How’d you do it?” You turn to Splinter, “I mean, raise them?”

Master Splinter smiles, and leads you to the family portrait of all of them together. Though not kids anymore, this was taken recently. Before Leo left for South America a few years back. It was a sort of farewell photo, as per Leo’s request. He was always a family-oriented turtle.

And now, here comes the origin story of said photo.

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“Tha flash is too damn bright, Genius!” Raph scolds his younger brother- Donnie- after he complained for the 5th time that Raph’s eyes were closed.

“I can’t make it any more dim, hothead!”

“Ladies, ladies, you’re both pretty! My face hurts,” Mikey whines, “are we done?”

“Not until Raph beats the try not to blink for 5 seconds challenge.” Donnie snaps.

“Not until Don here stops tryin’ ta give his family a seiz’a from tha damn flash!”

“Raphael, language.” Splinter interrupts, scolding the second oldest turtle in red.

“Guys, I want a good photo before I leave. Can we all be civilized for 5 seconds?” Leo huffs. He leaves his spot from the frame and finds a way to shut off the flash. It wasn’t needed, anyway.

“Now was that so hard, Einstein?” Raphael turns to Donnie once again, only to get a subtle middle finger as a response that Splinter couldn’t see and scold Don for.

And finally, after all that bickering, they got the photo done. It comes out really good, and Mikey boasts about how he was always the most handsome turtle out of all of them.

“Dude, I’m gonna miss you,” Mikey says, this is the last day they’ll be together before Leo leaves, and it gets a little emotional. Mikey’s back to his old ways, almost crying as he runs to give his older brother a tight hug.

Donnie’s gonna miss Leo, too. But instead of crying, he just has a sad look on his face. He was never one to cry, really.

Raph, on the other hand, is stoic. He doesn’t show his emotions. But, he’s gonna miss his older brother. A lot. Probably more than the others. What is he gonna do without him? Could he even function without him?

“I’m gonna miss you too little brother,” Leo hugs a crying Mikey, “I’m gonna miss all of you. Truly.”

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The family photo holds more meaning than the others, and Splinter cherishes it so much.

“I did what I could,” Splinter says, “And…though I know not to be arrogant or smug, I believe I did a great job with them.”

They are strong, loyal, and amazing turtles that protect the city. If anything, Splinter just made the best heroes in the world. If only the world knew about his accomplishment.

You smile at your boyfriend’s sensei, “I agree with you. I mean, who else could protect New York City as good as your sons?”

You weren’t wrong, either. You remembered the first time you met the turtles, and your soon-to-be boyfriend. You knew the police took their sweet ass time with responding to crimes, so you sort of had to deal with whatever hardship on your own. But a gang? No.

So, yes, you were forever in debt with the turtles, but you couldn’t complain. They were four distinct personalities, and were so interesting that you just had to know more.

And honestly, this “embarrassing photo” did just that. As you and Splinter continued to go through the photo album, he gave background on each photo you saw. It was your first time ever going through the book, as Splinter never really had this much time with you one on one to do this, but you enjoyed it. It appeared that Splinter did, too. The wrinkly smile that was plastered on his fuzzy face truly showed his content. He loved to reminisce and remember about the old times, and how quick time passes. Time is a thief, and he was lucky enough to have captured those moments.

Especially the one photo of your boyfriend.

The photo that you wanted a copy of, so you could keep it in your own personal album at home, where it would be safe, and you could pull it out whenever you needed a good cheering up or giggle.

Splinter did an amazing job with his sons, and though he probably skipped on the relationship advice thinking it wasn’t possible, your boyfriend was doing great with you.

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8-beats-per-minute · 9 months

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‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️MUTANT MAYHEM SPOILERSS ‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️

DO NOT READ IF YOU HAVENT SEEN IT AND DONT WANT SPOILERS

Okay now with that out of the way, my thoughts on the movie

I really enjoyed it.

I went to see it with a few friends and one of them made a really good point. They actually act like teenagers. Like yes, it was kinda cringey at some parts but that’s because it sounded like something a teenager would say because teenagers are awkward.

I’ve had very stupid conversations with my friends that sound like the conversations in the movie.

I noticed that this movie did the “teen talk” a lot better than I’m pretty sure all other versions of tmnt (in my opinion), even better than rise I think. Most others sound like adults writing teenagers and it sounds good most of the time but others it sounds weird.

Now for the main reason I made this post: April and Leo.

I was kind of dreading this when I saw in the trailers Leo would be interested in her (2012 April and Donnie flashbacks) but it was well done. I am a bit tired of April being a love interest for the turtles but I think it’s important to include that April is black, plus size and has acne and how Leo described her as “the most beautiful girl he’s ever seen”. Unfortunately the qualities she has aren’t shown very often to be attractive because of bs beauty standards.

It’s late so I can’t fully explain what I’m trying to say so disclaimer in case I didn’t come across this way: I don’t think that being black, plus size or having acne makes you not pretty, you are, just society sometimes says that and society is stupid.

April and Leo are cute together and written well and there is no “one of them is obsessed and the other is leading them on” going on. The fact that they end the movie looking into TCRI is adorable to me. My fav investigator duo.

Also Leo is an absolute dork. The whole phone call scene: “it’s a date then!” “Wait what a date?” “Uhhh *cue fumbling and wrestling for the phone* uhh nothing bad service byeee! Who’s got no rizz now?” Like Leo you are bad at this oh my god. (Again awkward teenager stuff)

And his bothers teasing him was so funny. They did not let that slide and teased him at every opportunity. Classic sibling behaviour

The tease for shredder was fun and I can’t wait to see what they do with him and his backstory.

Best Splinter. I love him so much. I love his whole “hating humans” arc and how he paralleled superfly and how he CHOSE to not be like him.

Both superfly and splinter have a very understandable fear (that turned into hate) of humans and how they both thought that the best way to protect their families were to hold their family too tight.

While splinter hid from the world and his fear pushed him into hiding and laying low, superfly’s fear caused him to lash out and take out his anger in a destructive way.

But splinter getting a girlfriend at the end was so cute he deserves this.

Also side note: why did so many turtles almost get hit by cars in this movie? Specifically Mikey.

He almost got hit in the flashback, then in the garage, then in the final battle with the flying cars. Then Donnie also almost got hit, I think just before they were captured but I’m not sure.

When they had to leave the movie and walked home really sadly and kept looking at the humans longingly I legit almost cried.

I was kind of surprised they ended up actually going to school and everyone was accepting. I thought they’d be like “we don’t need humans to accept us cause we accept ourselves” but I’m glad they got to go to school. They deserve it.

Also April being super upfront with them about if they didn’t save her she’d probably be running screaming was so funny. Also how she was planning to release a story about them while knowing humans probably wouldn’t accept them was a very realistic thing.

I loved April so much by the way. The way she fucking chucked the news mic into the crowd was iconic.

The fight scenes were SOOOO AMAZING I LOVED THEM SO MUCH. The splitting between the 4 (I think) fights at the same time and every other fight scene were so well done. Them figuring out that they skills they learned for years actually work in a fight and how they’re awesome at it was adorable to watch. And the way in the beginning how they were using their skills to steal get groceries was great.

All the turtles up from every version are good fighters (in their own ways) but these versions are definitely up there with how skilled and how well they work as a team. Love them.

AND THE TURTLES SHARING A ROOM AND BUNK BEDS WAS ADORABLE. It’s so funny cause later they were like “yea we have so much space to hold the 6 or 7 other mutants in our house on short notice we have lots of space!” Which means they chose to share a room with is adorable and a little bit unrealistic lol.

It seemed like a pretty realistic movie and I have bullet points of the least realistic parts (excluding the mutant animals cause duh). And this is just me being picky lol, I still loved this movie and these are just jokes.

The fact that they wrote nice things on aprils locker at the end of the movie

(Pointed out by my friend). She went from being puke girl to April O’hero. They would probably stop teasing her since she was friends with the most popular kids in the city but the 2 most likely outcomes would be

1. They just stopped and then left the insults on there, maybe scratched them out

2. Wiped off the locker and never spoke of it again

No one writes nice things on other peoples lockers lol

The boys want to share a room

I guarantee if 4 teenage brothers had a choice between sharing bunk beds and each having their own rooms, they’d have their own rooms.

Imagine arguing with your sibling and you don’t have your own room to sulk and avoid them? By choice??? People need their own spaces. No matter how much I love my siblings if I shared a room with them it’d be chaos.

There would be one prank done in that room to one of their beds and that’d be the end of the shared room lol

The fact that everyone unquestionably liked them (especially at school)

Kids are assholes. That’s it.

AGAIN this is just things I thought were unrealistic in a funny way, it’s a kids movie so it’s not that deep.

This was definitely one of my favourite versions of tmnt (I haven’t seen all of them but still). It was a good mix of serious and goofy and I liked it a lot. I recommend seeing it, I want to watch it again lol

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sweet-sammy-kisses · 4 months

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While Buck is trapped in a room filling with water, we get a flashback of an awkward double date of Buck and Eddie with their girlfriends only for the two of them to be paying attention to one another. We get a dose of Eddie "heart eyes." Diaz is looking at Buck like he hung the moon and stars.

Buck "I'm in love with Eddie" hits him hard and he voices that Christopher is his son.

On the other side of the door is Eddie desperately trying to get to Buck. "I am not going home to Christopher and tell him his other father is gone."

Cue Buck and Eddie dancing around their feelings for one another the while season while their family tries to get them to admit their feelings for one another so they can stop with the epic pining.

Maddie and Chimney wedding we see them admitting their feelings for each other share their first kiss and dance together.

Athena and Maddie win the bet.

#buddie #911 speculation

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shubaka · 9 months

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And the KinnPorsche rewatch continues...

First we have the side story.

Oh my god. I forgot about Tankhun's fake tears. Bless this over-dramatic idiot <3

Oh, Vegas, your flirting is really a sight to behold. By someone. Not named Porsche. Or Kinn. In fact, Kinn can't even bring himself to open his eyes and look. :')

OKAY BUT THE CUT FROM PORSCHE'S FACE "You think I'm scared of that?" TO HIM UNDER THE COVERS IS THE BEST.

THE WAY PORSCHE CLUTCHES KINN'S HAND! <3 This is so cute *sobs*

And now Episode 7!

Ahhh, I really enjoy the set for this casino.

OH THE GRENADE. It always cracks me up how they left that one dancer with the grenade at the end.

RIP, my dear, I hope you made it out of this mess unharmed :')

Okay, I don't know if I'm just tired, but the way Vegas pops up on screen in his bloody raincoat made me laugh. :')

Ooooooh, okay. Right after Vegas says you can eat whenever you want the camera pans to Pete, who nods (albeit with a bit of attitude). I see, I see, I see. 👀👀👀

I know it's a lot for Porsche to take in, but I wonder if he ever clocks that Macau is wearing the same school uniform as Porchay? alskdjflakwj :')

OKAY I'M SORRY FOR ALL THE FOLLOWING SCREEN CAPS BUT

THIS AWKWARD 'OH SHIT' SMILE AND WAVE IS GIVING ME LIFE. it is second only to Chay's judgey side-eye :') THE WAY HE GLANCES AT THE PHONE AND THEN BACK TO KIM AKSJFALKWEJA WHYYY?? :') :') :')

How to get a Porsche: 1) get a motorbike 2) psspsspsspss

Macau is so easy with his physical interaction with Porsche. Like, he feels comfortable enough to pat Porsche on the arm during this apology even though they barely know each other and had a pretty shitty introduction to each other... It's interesting, especially since Macau seemed pretty isolated from the rest of the minor family during the dinner. Whether it's because of how he sees Vegas and Porsche interacting, or if Vegas told him something.... that's for the fanfics I guess :')

Chay: "I'm sorry I lied" Also Chay: *immediately lies again*

OHMYGOD I THINK BARCODE IS ALREADY TALLER THAN JEFF HERE??? I noticed the camera angle looked a little tilted and

DID THEY TILT THE CAMERA ANGLE SLIGHTLY TO MAKE KIM LOOK SLIGHTLY TALLER IF YOU SQUINT? ADSLFKAJW;KGJLKA someone please tell me i'm just being delulu i can't take this asldkfjawka sorry i'm gonna be thinking about this for the next 12 business days i'amfkwje;lgakjga

ANYWAY now that I sort of recovered from *gestures upwards* that let me get back to my apple thoughts real quick.

So back in episode 2 I basically assigned the green apple as Kinn and the red apple as Porsche. And of course in this episode Korn was cutting up the red apple (Porsche) as he talked about how cutting apples for his wife essentially weakened and, in his mind, rendered his favourite knife useless. And he tells Kinn to find his hold self.

But then he gives the red apple to Kinn! *cue flashback montage of Korn insisting that Porsche is hired to work for Kinn* And Kinn eats the red apple! *clue flashback montage of Kinn eating Porsche uh romantically*

And now we have Kinn telling Tay that he doesn't want to find the old him. He's all about them red apples now. No more green apples.

And look, this post by @technicallyverycowboy about how the green light bleeds away during the bathroom scene.

#ohmygod the way it took me 3 hours to watch to watch this episode asdlkfjlkawe #kprewatch2023

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take a chance : a crush culture bonus update !

synopsis : a flashback to when renjun and yn first met, and the night they won the student council elections. genre/s : university + student council au, fluff wc : 1.6k

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“remember when you said you were thinking of running for council next year?”

renjun raised a brow at yangyang’s enthusiasm, slightly startled in the way he practically slid into the seat next to his. the university library was always quiet in the late afternoons as most students either went home or out with their friends. but of course, an afternoon of complete silence couldn’t be on renjun’s itinerary. not with the friends he had.

the corner of his mouth raised upwards to form the slightest of smirks, a teasing tone coating his words, “keep it down, are you trying to get kicked out again?”

“first of all, it was hyuck that got kicked out, not me.” yangyang lets out an offended scoff before turning his attention to the librarian, “and i would never get kicked out because miss jung loves me.”

renjun’s features crumpled into one of disgust as his friend proceeded to wink and wave at the librarian with the toothiest grin imaginable. he rolled his eyes before hitting the back of yangyang’s head, “stop it. she’s 40 and married.”

“geez, always so violent renjun. i was just kidding.” yanyang mutters with a pout, rubbing the spot that renjun had hit, “wait, what was i talking about?”

he sighed, “me wanting to run for council next year? what about it?”

“right!” yangyang’s eyes lit up, his voice growing louder and brighter, “you said that you couldn’t imagine me, hyuck, or taro as your vp right? well, i just found you the perfect running mate.”

renjun’s brows knitted together as he tilts his head to the side, “who?”

yangyang gestured to a figure hiding behind one of the bookshelves, but their attention was seemingly too engrossed with the book that they were holding, unable to recognize the exaggerated gestures that he was making. yangyang groaned and stood from his seat, making his way to where they were and practically dragging them by the wrist to renjun’s table.

they smiled as soon as yangyang lets go, “yang if you wanted to hold my hand you could have just said so, oh- is this the person you were talking about?”

renjun took this as his cue to stand and introduce himself, taking a step to the side so he could directly be in front of the unfamiliar figure : you. he reached a hand out for you to shake, “huang ren- oh!”

he could barely even process the next sequence of events : you taking the hand he had extended and pulling his body towards you before engulfing him in a hug. renjun’s eyes grow wide, looking to yangyang with panic clearly evident in his features.

yangyang chuckles and shakes his head, “that’s yn. oh yeah, they’re a hugger.”

“i can see that.” renjun mumbles, giving you a couple of awkward pats on the back before pulling away, “do you just go around hugging every person you meet?”

“only the ones i find cute.” you winked, laughing at the completely awestruck look on renjun’s face from the boldness of your words.

there’s a light pink tint that spreads across his cheeks, the slightest tugs on his heartstrings at the compliment, one that could only last a couple of seconds. he turned his attention back to yangyang, “are you sure about this?”

yangyang slings an arm around his shoulders before using the other to gesture to you, “dude, yn’s great! they’re my partner for a project in one of my electives and i’m telling you… they’re smart and they’re responsible-”

“i already have council experience from when i was in high school, my academic record is squeaky clean, no violations or anything!” you cut yangyang off, taking a step towards him, “take a chance on me, promise you won’t regret it.”

and perhaps it was the way you were so confident, so sure of yourself that made him believe it too. or maybe it was the way you smiled just a little too wide for his liking, or the way your eyes lit up with a strange sort of hopefulness, or the way your voice could barely contain your excitement. had yangyang brought him anyone else, he would have asked more questions. but there you were, eager and willing and contagiously bright, that he couldn’t help but push any and all rational thought to the back of his mind.

“fine.”

the night has long ended, the celebration that occurred a couple hours prior had left everyone without energy. several boxes of pizza, complete with various bottles and cans of alcohol littered the wooden floors of renjun’s apartment. if it were any other day, he would have scolded them for messing up his place. but he could make an exception for tonight.

as he stepped around the sprawled out bodies of yangyang, haechan, and jeno, or sneaked a glance at shotaro and jaemin passed out on the couch, he couldn’t help the smile that slowly spread across his features. he took one last look at his friends before pushing the door that lead to the balcony.

the cold, fresh air is a welcome reprieve from the stuffiness of his apartment walls. taking a deep breath, he couldn’t help but close his eyes, the events of the past few hours still unable to sink in.

“getting some air?”

he hears your voice against the distant traffic of cars passing by, or the wind blowing between the leaves of the trees that lined the concrete streets. it’s quieter than he’s used to, but familiar nonetheless in the months that he’d gotten to know you.

“thought you already left.”

“i did, but i forgot my jacket.” you replied, raising a hand to show him the jacket you were holding, “already kicking me ou-”

you tried to stop the yawn that moved past your lips, unfortunately to no avail as it swallowed up the rest of the words that you were about to speak. renjun couldn’t help but laugh and shake his head, still able to figure out what you were trying to say.

“on the contrary, you can take the guest room if you want. it’s late and if that yawn’s any indication, you’re tired.”

you raised a brow, “and leave our friends in the living room?”

“eh- i didn’t tell them to sleep there.” renjun shrugged his shoulders, “that’s their fault.”

“ooh you’re evil… is that the proper way to act, mr. president?”

renjun leans on the balcony railing, looking up at the sky with a small sigh, “president… don’t think i’ll get used to that.”

“well, you’ve only been president for a couple of hours so i don’t blame you for not being used to it yet… how are you feeling?”

your question is filled with nothing but concern, and your gaze was soft enough that he found himself looking away. he’s unsure if anyone had ever looked at him in the way that you did, even the people who have claimed to like him.

it’s silent, but not uncomfortable. you don’t press the question further, waiting for him to take his time to respond instead.

“nervous, i guess.” his voice is uncharacteristically shaky. the months of campaigning had finally come crashing down on him, exhaustion creeping into each and every part of his system, “scared that i won’t live up to what everyone expects.”

“you will.”

you say it without a single beat of hesitation, surprising him.

“how are you so sure?”

you shrugged your shoulders, a small smile forming on your lips, “if the past few months taught me anything it’s that you’re smart, and you’re resourceful, and you’re hardworking.. and i know you’ll try your hardest. so i don’t doubt you one bit.”

maybe the late hours bring some sort of sentimentality, at least enough for the funniest of feelings begin to creep in his chest. but before he could even question what that feeling was, your voice once again breaks through the chilling night air.

“not to mention, you’re like- really hot.”

you said it so casually, with a quick wink and the widest grin he had ever seen, that he couldn’t help the loud laughter that came tumbling out of his lips.

and you stood there, watching as he threw his head back in laughter from the suddenness of your compliment. in that moment, you knew you’d do anything to keep that sight ingrained in your memory.

“one,” he began after the laughter had died down after a few seconds, “that has nothing to do with me being a good council president. two, fake flattery will get you nowhere with me.”

you gently nudged his side with your own, “who said i was being fake?”

“what am i going to do with you?” renjun rolled his eyes, already quite accustomed to your flirting, a hint of smile beginning to play on his face.

“you better figure it out soon because, as of couple of hours ago, i’m officially your partner.”

he practically choked on air, “w-what?”

“you’re the president, i’m the vp! we’re partners.” you let the silence drag out for a few seconds before turning to him with a teasing smirk, “what did you think i meant?”

“you’re impossible, yn.”

his mind flashes back to when you had first met him,

and just like that he felt like he found himself standing on the edge of a cliff : just far enough for a sense of comfort, close enough to see the where he’d land if he fell. it’s terrifying how the slightest of breezes could make him falter and sway, wishing he could just stay rooted on the ground beneath his feet.

“take a chance on me, promise you won’t regret it.”

he’s unsure if there will come a time that he’d take those steps off the edge. but if he does, renjun genuinely hopes that he won’t regret anything.

from reese, with love <3 a little break from the angst with a fluffy renyn flashback hehe we’ll be back to our regularly scheduled pain in the next update >:) thank you so much for reading !! as always- id love to know what you think :)) hope you are all doing well and taking care of yourselves :))

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