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cloveroctobers · 3 months

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NOTHING SWEETER — BODE LEONE: [Spring Prompts]

A/N: This will probably flop since it’s basically a ghost town in this tag but here I am! Plus it was also requested for me to write for Bode (again) lol which I don’t have a problem with, we love that guy over here. They’re wrong for going on break after giving us what they gave us! I also just want to say that I really miss Max’s curls but here it goes!!

PROMPT IS FROM HERE + I’m using: 18. “Damn, I hate pollen.” + 8. “IT’S A DEER!” “Yeah, and?” “I CAN SEE IT!”

<- read my previous anthology prompt here.

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Eve was lucky you loved her.

Being up this early on your first day back in Edgewater to give her a ride to Three Rock (her car was in the shop) was a lot to ask! Not really! but what kind of friend would you be if you didn’t complain a good portion about it on the ride up to camp?

“If I get you an iced coffee, would you love me again?” Eve pinched the space in between her brows, elbow resting against the car door.

You hummed while using one hand to tap on your chin, “Add in a Mozzarella, Pesto, and tomato bagel then we’ll talk.”

Eve twisted her lips upwards, “…that’s a thing? Whatever happened to a simple cream cheese with eggs and avocado?”

“You’re lucky I’m not asking for a soft boiled egg stuffed with caviar.” You respond as you reduce your speed once you cross the bridge, spying the familiar deli spot up ahead.

Eve scoffed as she side eyed you, “oh yeah, Switzerland done made you bougie.”

Which earned a laugh from you as you pulled the Toyota 4Runner into the small parking lot. If you weren’t a bundle of nerves you would have got out of the car with Eve to see what changed about the deli you spent many afternoons in with your old friends. However you let your mind wander a bit as you stared out into edgewater’s view.

You were home…except your childhood home was just a memory now that your divorced parents no longer resided in Edgewater. So you crashed at Eve’s although you were completely fine staying in a hotel since Jake talked you out of an air bnb after watching some movie called, “Barbarian,” and you were tired of hearing the statistics and other real life horror stories he pulled out of his ass. Eve was your number one best friend and she was more than willing to open up her place for a friend like you.

As you took up a interest in archery and later turned into a professional Archer, you were inspired to see what the world had in store so the sooner you got out of Edgewater, the better it was for you. Some just didn’t get it (your parents mainly, with your mother being an orthopedic surgeon and your father a fire chief before his MS took over) and expected you to start your own roots here. It was kind of a thing here in this small town, that you were to begin again and build your own legacy. However you were in the tiny group of odd’s that wanted more than the expectations hanging over your head.

Which is why you were proud to say that you’ve been participating in the Olympics every few years because of your passion for archery. Of course you had people down your neck all throughout your career but you still stood as tall as you could.

Now you were back home in the place that was full of doubts but the tightness in your chest wasn’t as noticeable the closer you got to camp.

“Thanks for dropping me off, I appreciate it.” Eve starts as she spots a few inmates hanging around on the yard already, “If you stick around for a minute I’ll even do you a solid and send Bode your way. Since I know it’ll be difficult otherwise.”

Taking a deep inhale you say, “I still can’t believe he’s here.”

“Yeah well…if he stays on the right track this time he’ll be out even sooner.” Eve tells, “He’s still a big pain in all of our asses but I think it would do him some good to see you…you did come all this way.”

It’s been years since you last saw each other but you came back for Riley’s funeral and you reached out to Bode when he moved away to a few towns over and changed his last name. You tried to be there even being ocean’s apart but when Bode felt low, it always felt like he wanted to take the world on his shoulder’s and find a way to make it spin again. Yet that landed him in prison and Eve had no problem filling you in on everything in between.

Would he even want to see you? It’s not like your relationship turned sour or anything…it’s just been awhile being in contact with each other. You weren’t nearly this anxious seeing Eve and doubted you would be when you had lunch with Jake and Cara—which was still weird to you—But being near Bode was different from everybody else and you knew that.

“I did…didn’t I?” You loll your head to face Eve, who studies it for a moment before dipping her head.

She tapped her hand against the outside of the door, whispering into the spring air, “it’ll be fine. He’s in a much better headspace and you’re still family no matter where you disappear off to, you got that?”

A watery smile goes Eve’s way before she leaves you to collect yourself. You’re pulling your mirror down from the sun visor, patting underneath your eyes and beginning to second guess yourself. You were here for two weeks and there was no way that you planned on not seeing Bode. You ran into his parents just last night at the bar, craving some wings before heading to Eve’s, just to be received with warm arms and classic banter from the Leone’s.

They were the parents you could talk to more than your own. If you weren’t crashing at Eve’s then you would definitely be at the Leone’s but then Bode and Cara happened so that’s when some of the distance was created. They didn’t last, like most teenage relationships but out of respect you felt like it was the right thing to do.

It felt right being back, even if it was only temporary.

Maybe that’s just how you had to view Bode’s situation. He wasn’t a temporary kind of friend although you couldn’t socialize as much but you tried to be hopeful. Even climbed out of the car pacing back and forth, not paying much attention to anyone around until you spotted the green dust decorating the navy car.

Scowling in disgust, you swiped the arm of your jacket around the hood of your car before cringing at the greenery you wiped on your sweatpants afterwards.

“Damn, I hate pollen.” A voice comes from behind, which makes you slowly stand up straight and glance over your shoulder.

There he was.

Bode Leone, standing in the flesh, hands deep in his jacket pockets, and a small smile on his lips.

You fully turn to face him and tilt your head to the side, “Didn’t I tell you once before that Orange isn’t your color?”

Bode lifts his shoulders with humor in his blue-green eyes as he motions towards the spot on you, “yeah, well maybe green isn’t yours either.”

You scoff as you motion to your outfit, “what? You don’t think I’m pulling it off?”

The blond chuckles as he takes a step towards you, “As long as you don’t start itching then sure, whatever you say.”

“Oh,” you scratch at the back of your hand and shoot a glare at the man who’s got crinkles by his eyes now, “why did you have to go and say that Bode! Now I’m doing it!”

“Sorry! It’s just that I sorta remembered that you were sensitive to almost everything including air.” He says to you, teasing somewhat, now standing face to face with you.

Rolling your eyes you couldn’t help but to smile at that. You didn’t know what it was growing up in high school, you were highly allergic to almost everything which landed you in the nurses office a lot but it seemed to relax as you reached your twenties and moved away. You always joked that maybe it was Edgewater that was making you sick. Yet the longer you stood in this town and interacted with not only Eve but Bode, you knew that wasn’t completely true.

“It’s good to see you, Bo.” You lightly shove his shoulder back while he nods in agreement, “can I give you a hug?”

Bode blinks the furrow of his brows away as if you were being ridiculous, “of course you can.”

And you’re cradling the back of his head while his fingers are at your spine, swaying from side to side in a firm but gentle squeeze. Then he’s burying his nose into your shoulder and the feel of the embrace tells you that this was meant to be.

When your eyes open, you realize that you could live just fine in Bode’s arms. You remember your final kiss goodbye in Drayscott, one month before you left the country and one month before Bode attempted to pull off a robbery—it was the sweetest thing—the kiss obviously! because it should have been happened. It didn’t come out of nowhere, it was full of intention, full of wonder and love but you were aware that it wasn’t the right time to be something more.

Maybe some day it could be.

Little did you know, Bode kept that memory not far away. He was kicking himself for the what if’s but when he manages to pull himself out of the blue, he thinks about the best possibility being you.

The both of you could be good together, could see the world together and he wasn’t sure how it all looked but he was willing to imagine.

A gasp makes Bode pull away, alarmed.

“IT’S A DEER!” You point, over Bode’s shoulder.

He glances over his shoulder to in fact see the said brown animal, peering at the two of you, “Yeah, and?”

“I CAN SEE IT!” You attempt to lower your voice but the excitement got the best of you as you almost bounce on your toes.

Bode’s still lightly has a hand resting on your waist now, as they watch the beautiful creature sniff at the grass and carried on deeper and away into the woods.

“Are you telling me they don’t have deer out in Switzerland?” There’s amusement in Bode’s voice as he peeks back at you.

“I’ve been in the city mainly but it’s been awhile since I’ve really been one with nature, you know? Which reminds me, I’ll have to make time to go off roading with this baby one of these days. Or hiking.” You jam a thumb back at the car.

Bode nods, “you’ll be careful won’t you? Don’t get so easily impressed with animals, not all of them will have the best intentions.”

You were an animal lover back in the day, so much to the point you wouldn’t dissect a frog sophomore year, which landed you in the principal’s office.

“What?” You blow a raspberry, “I’m like freaking Princess Aurora. Animals love me.”

Bode squints his eyes, “…didn’t you get bit by a goat when we were like what? Fourteen?”

“You’re really killing my vibe man and I don’t like that.” You yank on the end of Bode’s hair who laughs again.

He raises his hands in surrender and grips your wrist from his head, “alright, alright. My bad but if it makes you feel better, I still have that scar after that horse kicked the shit out of me when we had too many drinks partying at Tamsin Kadoka’s farm.”

“Really?”

Bode nods, “yeah, right on my lower back and it’s shaped like Utah.”

You meet each other’s gaze before bursting out laughing in unison at yet another memory. He’s gripping your shoulder again while he’s got your attention, “just promise me when you’re out there in those woods that you’re careful. I’d hate it if something happened to you.”

“Well the feeling is mutual, Bo.” You state, “you just had to go on and choose firefighting huh?”

Bode shrugs, “Must be in the Leone blood.”

“Yeah, must be.” You murmur, staring at him like there’s stars getting ready to rise in your eyes and Bode can’t help but to lean forward to place a lingering kiss on your forehead.

His facial hair pricks you but you don’t mind.

“Leone!” A guard calls out, which means your time is up for now.

You hold his hand, interlocking your fingers, which he squeezes with a smile to match, eyes wandering all over your features, almost as if to tell himself that you are in fact really here.

“Until next time?” He questions.

You smile, “See you soon, Bode.”

And he grins at you, those crinkles by his eyes returning before he slips his hand from yours.

This was brief but sweet and you’re mentally kicking yourself for thinking that this could go wrong.

You’re watching Bode walk away from you and he can’t help but to jog backwards to get another look at you. Almost as if you would disappear again and you would never see him again. When he turns back around, heading to the guard on shift who announces the inmates need to get ready for line ups inside at the bunks, he meets up with Cole on his way.

“Who was that?” Cole nudges his chin in your direction.

You’re seated in the driver’s seat, window down, leaning on your arm as you watch the men in Orange make their way back inside.

Catching Bode’s eye, you wave before rolling your window almost all the way up and pull away from the camp site.

“Someone i would like to give the world and more to once im out of here.”

Cole is smirking but appreciates the honesty as he claps Bode on his shoulder, already knowing what that look is for. “Then let’s make it happen, Leone! Nothing sweeter than having something on the outside to fight for, you know?”

“I agree.” Bode pulls his gaze from your retreating car, finding himself standing up straighter as they awaited for Eve to start their day.

When Eve’s brown eyes set on Bode’s, he just barely tips in his head in thanks, which the woman echo’s as she carries on along the line.

Bode already can’t wait for the next day he can get reconnected with you in person again so, he bites his smile away.

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Continue with my spring anthology prompts here.

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buckybarnesthehotshot · 2 years

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Picture Perfect (Carlos Sainz x Childhood Friend!Reader)

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summary: in which these blind idiots celebrate each other’s successes

word count: 4710

warnings: not proofread, swearing, a bit of slowburn, i don’t know how cameras work

“Chico!” the young h/c-haired girl rushed to her friend after the podium ceremony held for him winning the karting race. Their bodies collided, the boy barely able to keep himself uprights, as she wrapped an arm around him, holding out the other one and pulling out a pocket-sized Sony camera covered in stickers, “Smile!”

“Can I see the picture?” the boy questioned eagerly as the girl smiled proudly, displaying the slightly blurry image she’d taken of them both. Neither of them were in the center of the frame, nor did the lighting or angle flatter either of them. But to the young boy, any photo taken by his best friend was a masterpiece, “I love it!”

“You know, maybe I can take pictures of you after all your races too!”

“Of course, chica!” he exclaimed excitedly, looking forward to her constant presence in his races. Nothing was more exciting for a young child than the prospect of his best friend frequenting karting races despite knowing only a little about the sport.

The girl kept her word, she was there for nearly every race he had as they grew older, camera always at the ready. And for whatever reason, the boy kept that photo of them as his phone’s wallpaper as he grew older as well as he checked the time on his phone; they didn’t have much time before they needed to catch their flight.

“Now I regret going shopping,” she laughed, trying her best to hang onto all of her bags.

“Do you need help with that?” he questioned, motioning to the paper bags—she refused to throw them out, they were too beautiful to end up in the garbage—swinging on her arms.

“Please,” she nodded, handing a few of the bags over to Carlos. Her brows furrowed thoughtfully. Carlos knew that look. She took the camera that hung around her neck, far larger than the one she owned as a child, angling the lens at him and snapping a quick photo, “You look adorable right now.”

Heat rose to Carlos’ cheeks at the compliment. He’d grown used to the constant compliments from the woman as she took his photos, it had become a constant. It was how she took pride in her work, he couldn’t blame her for it. He smiled, shaking his head as he led them both into the car the team loaned him, driving them to the airport after the Mexican Grand Prix.

“Do you have plans between these races?” y/n questioned, fiddling with a few settings of her camera as she snapped a few photos of her views outside. Though it was difficult with how fast the car was going, she didn’t mind it one bit. Said it was great practice for when she was trying to capture photos of him driving on the track.

“Ah, just a bit more golf,” Carlos shrugged as y/n giggled, shaking her head. He craned his neck over to her, pausing, “What’s funny about that?”

“I don’t know, I mean I’m constantly taking pictures of you guys when you go out golfing,” she shrugged, she didn’t mind having to take photos of him, though, “If it’s not F1 or training, it’s golfing. Don’t you think your fans want to see something new for once?”

“Like what?” he questioned, nose crinkling up at the thought of spending his off time doing something performative for the fans.

“Like attending your best friend’s next exhibition,” she shrugged as Carlos smiled widely, looking over to her as the car stopped in front of the traffic light, a lovely bright glint in his brown eyes, shining brightly under the light of the sun shining through the windshield.

“You got another exhibition?”

“Of course, I did. Traveling as much as we do really helped rack up content for another exhibition,” she shrugged, though smiling proudly at her achievement, “I made sure it was between Mexico and Brazil so there weren’t any scheduling conflicts. Though, if you want to play golf still, you’re allowed to.”

“Are you kidding? Why would I miss one of your exhibitions?” Carlos quirked a brow at her. Just as she’d never missed a single one of Carlos’ races, the Spaniard had never missed a single one of y/n’s photography exhibitions. It was all they did since they were young, supporting each other’s ambitions and being there for their milestones, “You know, I think Lando might want to go as well?”

“Lando?”

“Yeah, I mean, he’s been getting into photography since Singapore and he’s constantly talking about how he’s running out of ideas for photos,” Carlos shrugged, recalling the way the younger driver walked around the paddock excitedly with his camera, “Maybe he can take inspiration from your exhibit.”

“Oh, I’ll be sure to send him an invite, then,” she smiled widely with a nod.

“When’s the exhibition?”

“Friday night,” she shrugged.

“So soon?” he questioned. Of course, they didn’t have much time between the races, but he didn’t think she would have managed to help set up the exhibition while she was out traveling with him. Though, he knew she was a diligent woman. She must have found a way around it.

“Well, yeah. We’re going to have to be in Brazil by next Friday. It was the only available window, really.”

“And this is a sure thing already? You got it all ready while you were away?”

“Of course. It’s been months since my last one,” she shrugged.

“Wasn’t there that thing in the US around the time of the Miami Grand Prix?” he recalled how she was constantly about prior to the race weekend, busying herself with as many projects as she could accomplish in the States.

“No, those were just a few magazine shoots and photos for the MET,” she shook her head, “It’s just been constant magazine and promotional shoots since my last exhibit. I thought an exhibition would have been great to show off and hopefully sell a few of the newer pieces I’ve worked on.”

“Right,” Carlos nodded in understanding, already looking forward to it, “Is the space for your exhibit ready?”

“Yes, and I’ve already got the prints ready to be framed,” she paused, “That reminds me, there’s one photo of you that I want to use in the exhibit, but I need your consent.”

“Me?”

“Of course,” she rolled her eyes as though it were the most obvious statement, “My best work always seems to revolve around you.”

“Depends, does it look bad?”

“When have I ever taken a bad photo of you?” she quirked a brow at him as his gaze danced over to his phone’s screen. She scoffed, “If that was a bad photo, you wouldn’t have kept it as your wallpaper.”

“But which photo is it?” Carlos questioned, though he doubted he’d be able to remember with how often she pulled her camera out to steal a few photos of him as well.

“That’s going to have to be my secret,” y/n shrugged, “Besides, when have I ever done you dirty with my photos?”

“That party in Monaco?”

“Those pictures did me dirty too, Carlos,” she laughed, biting her lip at the memory of those hazy photos, reminiscent of the way she took photos when she was younger, but with more alcohol, “They’re never seeing the light of day.”

“What happened to those pictures? Did you delete them?”

“No, I have them stashed somewhere in case you forget to pay me for taking your photos over a race weekend,” she quipped.

“I was meant to pay you?”

“Yeah!” she exclaimed jokingly, “If those photos end up on TMZ, you only have yourself to blame.”

“Wait, is that a serious thing or are you still joking?” he questioned. He could never really tell with her. Photography was both her passion and her livelihood and if he was meant to be paying her, he felt bad about not giving her the proper compensation for it.

“Of course, I was joking,” she shook her head, smiling as she rest her head against his shoulder, “Besides, you’re the one paying for the hotel and food. That’s more than enough for me.”

“You promise?”

“I mean, I could really go for a free airport coffee when we get there,” she shrugged.

“Consider it done,” Carlos nodded, continuing on with the drive.

As they, along with Carlos’ cousin they met up with at the airport, were the only people who had to board the jet, they didn’t need to wait long before they were up in the clouds on their way back to Spain.

“Do you have anything planned before Friday?” she questioned, turning to Carlos, “Because if you need photos for your social media, I might have to sit this out.”

“To work out the last touches to your exhibition, yes?”

“Yep,” she nodded.

“Maybe I can go with you?” he offered, a small smile making its way to his face at the idea.

“You really don’t have to,” she shook her head. This was his time off from driving,she didn’t want him to spend it helping her out with the exhibit, “Besides, maybe you can use this time to rest a bit after all those races.”

“No, but I want to see the process of you forming an exhibit too,” he shrugged, “Besides, I think it might even be nice to have an episode of Don’t Blink for it.”

“I don’t think that’s what your fans are going to want to see, though.”

“No, I put what I want to on YouTube,” he insisted, “Besides, you’ve done so much for the channel too already. It’s time we dedicate an episode to you, yes?”

“No,” y/n shook her head, “But sure, if you figure out how to work your camera for this session, you’re more than welcome to do so.”

“I mean, it can’t be that hard if I have you teaching me,” he smiled in an attempt to suck up to her, “I mean it’s a long flight. We have a lot of time, still.”

“Yeah, okay,” she nodded, plucking the camera out from her backpack, a more portable film camera with a microphone attached to it, “It’s fairly easy. There’s this red button you just press, and when the light’s on, it means it’s recording. This screen over here is adjustable too so you could see yourself if you want to record yourself.”

“You know, I think I’m figuring this out pretty well,” Carlos smiled proudly as he brought both he and y/n into the frame, “Hello!”

“Look at you, a golfer, F1 driver, and a videographer too,” she let out a smile as she waved into the camera, “Hi, everyone!”

“Maybe I can put this in the vlog too?” he laughed.

“Like an intro?” she questioned, pausing before giving a nod, “Yeah, that would be an interesting intro, I guess.”

“Do you think I can borrow this camera for a while when we land? Just so I can practice using it a bit more?” Carlos questioned as y/n shrugged. It wasn’t as though she had any need for a video camera outside of the work she did with Carlos for his YouTube series.

“Go ahead,” she smiled at him, leaning into her chair as he watched him tinker with the camera, recording random clips of random things, the camera eventually being pointed back at her as she smiled at the child-like wonder in Carlos eyes as he did so. She pulled out her camera, capturing a photo of him recording her, letting out a laugh, “You look like you’re having so much fun, I love it.”

“You know, this is actually kind of fun. No wonder Lando’s doing this now too,” he smiled in wonder, pointing the camera back at himself and making faces at the camera.

The flight was a long one and eventually, everyone fell asleep before touching down at the airport, Carlos being the first to wake up and shaking y/n awake gently, “We landed.”

“Oh, that’s cool,” she yawned, still hazy from her sleep.

“Need another overpriced airport coffee?”

“More like another overpriced airport breakfast,” she smiled, helping herself off the seat and stretching out her limbs before picking her bags up.

“Let’s get breakfast before I drop you off, then?” he offered.

“You’re dropping me off too?”

“When did I not?” he quirked a brow at her. In their time traveling together for Formula 1, Carlos has managed to consistently keep himself in the driver’s seat when it came to them driving back home from the airport.

With them both too tired to have to physically enter a restaurant and dine there, the pair opted to go through a drive-thru, Carlos handing y/n over the paper bag before driving over to her apartment complex.

“You’re going to sort some things out for the exhibit too tomorrow, yes?”

“Yeah,” she nodded.

“Should I pick you up too? It will be easier for me to help with the exhibit too and get some footage if we just go together.”

“If that’s what you want to do,” she smiled, fighting off the heat that rose to her cheeks, “I’ll see you tomorrow at 8?”

Of course,” Carlos nodded, watching as she made her way off the car and into her apartment building, waving at him before he drove back to his own home.

y/n spent the rest of the day making calls and such to check on what else she needed to work on when she arrived to the exhibit tomorrow. Carlos, on the other hand, had been figuring out what else it was he could do on the camera.

The next morning, she got dressed in something more comfortable for her to move around in as Carlos texted her that he was on his way to her apartment already. She smiled, heading down to the lobby just in time for Carlos to fetch her in his pride and joy—his Golf car.

“Hop on in!” he invited her, camera already up and pointed at her.

“Should you be driving and recording?” she quirked a brow at him.

“Actually, I tried to keep it on the dashboard, but it kept falling off,” Carlos stated with a laugh, “So I tried to hold on to it this whole time while steering, and it ended up with a few clips of my hand while it was on the wheel.”

“Can I check to see the footage?” she questioned as Carlos nodded, handing the camera over to her as she scrubbed through the recording, finding the shot Carlos was talking about, breaking out into a fit of laughter, “Carlos, that clip was chaos.”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, the camera was shaking while you were steering, and not to mention the fact that absolutely nothing was in focus,” she explained with a laugh as Carlos smiled over at her amusement.

“This is why you’re the photographer between us and I’m just the driver,” he chuckled, “Now, where do we go?”

y/n’s exhibit was to be held at a grand gallery she often worked with. On occasion, she even sold them a few of her works as well. Carlos was familiar with the gallery; he was there for every exhibit of hers, anyway.

He followed her around as she was greeted by the staff, all of them elegantly dressed in black clothes, preparing to walk them through the gallery.

“These are the frames you requested, yes?” the attendant questioned, motioning to a few of the framed pictures already hung up on the wall. Carlos stared at them in wonder, most of the photos being ones of familiar sights to him, places they saw while out on the road. He didn’t have a clue about how it was possible, but she managed to bring more beauty to all those places.

“Oh, yeah, definitely,” she nodded, letting out a smile at how everything turned out.

“Right, and we hear you’ve set a price for all of the photos except for one? Should we get that sorted out?”

“Not for sale,” she shook her head, knowing exactly which photo they meant, “But yeah, I see the pegs are all placed nicely, the plaques as well look great. Do we have the food service sorted out already?”

“You wanted a mix of appetizers from different countries, yes?”

“Mhm,” y/n nodded, pleased at this, “The invites were sent out already too?”

“Yes, there will be plenty of prominent people in attendance,” the attendant nodded as y/n found herself immersed in a conversation with the attendant, discussing everything else there was to be discussed, allowing Carlos to wander the unfinished exhibit. After all these years, he was always in a state of wonder with how well y/n did with the camera.

“What do you think?” she questioned, biting her lip as she eagerly awaited a verdict from the man.

“I think I want to buy this entire exhibit,” he admitted with a small smile.

“You’ve got more than enough photos in your apartment,” she shook her head, recalling how she offered Carlos a photo from every exhibition she’d ever had, the frames covering his apartment as well.

“Well, you’re just that good,” he shrugged, eyes not leaving the photograph, giving y/n another opportunity to snap a photo of him.

“It’s unfair how you always look so good,” she shook her head, reviewing the photo of him on her camera and smiling, “Anyways, everything’s pretty much set. I can do everything else online again before getting a final look at everything before the exhibit opens.”

“I mean it’s practically perfect already,” he shrugged, “Where’s that photo of me you said you were going to use?”

“Told you, it’s going to have to be a surprise,” she smirked proudly, as they made their way out the gallery, “Have you talked to Lando yet about whether or not he was going?”

“Oh, right,” Carlos nodded, “He said he was going to be there, and Daniel as well? He mentioned something about how Daniel wanted to get into photography too.”

“That’s fun,” she nodded at the thought of the McLaren drivers coming to the gallery as well, “Let’s just hope people don’t find out there are going to be three Formula 1 drivers in attendance.”

“I can wear a disguise, if you want,” he quipped as she laughed at the thought.

“And what would that even look like?” she quirked a brow at the idea, already trying to formulate what kind of disguise Carlos could come up with.

“I don’t know, maybe a fake mustache?”

“I’d want to see that, actually,” she laughed, “Maybe you should grow one when the season ends, just so I know what it would look like.”

“Then you’d take another one of your pictures?”

“You know it,” she winked proudly as they made their way back into the car, Carlos dropping her off at her apartment to let her continue on with whatever she needed to get to.

The day before the exhibit, Carlos dropped y/n off again, but with her telling him to stay in the car. With how the gallery was practically finished at that point, he assumed it was because she would have wanted the rest of the gallery to be a surprise.

On opening night, though, both he and y/n were dressed in their best attire. He thought it appropriate to fetch her in a beautiful Ferrari car. Something special for that special night.

He didn’t know many of the people in attendance, but he knew most of them came from wealth. Seeing them take appreciation for y/n’s pieces, it was amazing to him.

“Before we do anything else, I want to show you something,” she explained, pulling him to a big framed photo of him, British Grand Prix trophy in hand. It was one taken in his Driver room, Carlos was far too engrossed in taking in every detail of the trophy to notice that y/n had snapped a photo of him.

The pair remained there for a moment, y/n watching Carlos’ expression as he continued to scan the photograph.

Soon enough, both Lando and Daniel arrived, their faces lighting up at the sight of y/n and Carlos.

“Nice place you got here,” Daniel quipped, taking in his surroundings.

“You took all of these?” Lando questioned, eyes growing wide with amazement at the framed photos.

“Yeah, while we were out on the road,” y/n shrugged.

“You know, maybe I should have talked to you first before I got into this photography thing,” he laughed, still amazed with everything, “Oh, and this is a picture of Carlos!”

“Yeah, took it after his first Grand Prix win,” she smiled proudly. At this point, both Carlos and Daniel had begun to wander around too.

“How’d you get this picture to look so good?” Lando questioned. Not that many photos in the driver rooms looked as great as the way this one turned out, “Come to think of it, you’ve never taken a bad picture of Carlos for his Instagram either!”

“I try to capture with the lens the way I see him,” she explained with a wistful smile, e/c eyes scanning over the picture once more.

“What does this mean?” Lando questioned, motioning over to the plaque beneath the picture, “Mi Hogar?”

“It means home,” she shrugged. Lando gave her a look, smiling widely at her as she backtracked, bringing herself back down to Earth, “It also helps that he always has great hair.”

Home was where the heart is and her home was Carlos. She knew that when she decided to travel with him.

Before she and Lando could talk more, y/n was approached by another person at the gallery.

“You know, when I asked the attendants for the price on this, they said there was no data on it,” the man explained looking over to y/n and motioning to the picture of Carlos, “So, what’s the price?”

“Not for sale,” y/n shook her head immediately.

“I can offer you—”

“Not for sale,” she insisted again, “You’re free to purchase any other picture in the exhibition, just not this one, my apologies.”

“You’re not selling it?”

“It feels weird to sell a picture of my best friend,” she shrugged, “I was planning on giving it to Carlos too afterwards.”

“Seriously, though. Everything here is unreal,” Lando nodded towards every other picture in the gallery, “You’re amazing!”

“Thanks,” she nodded, “Enjoy the rest of the night, I’m going to go find Carlos now.”

The rest of the night went off without a hitch. She was informed that quite a lot of the photographs were sold as well. She gave a few words of thanks to everyone before heading back home with Carlos after that exhausting night.

She smiled as she scrolled through social media, having been tagged in a few posts. Smiling at a photo on lando.jpg of both her and Carlos staring up at the picture of Carlos. He must have taken it before he and Daniel came to greet them.

Then it was back to business for them as usual with y/n flying out with Carlos to the States to take photos of him and record him as he played golf. She then flew out with him to Brazil for the next Grand Prix. As it was the second to the last race of the season, y/n found herself busying herself with creating content.

“How’d you know you wanted to be with Charlotte?” Carlos found himself questioning Charles as they prepared for the upcoming practice session.

“We were friends. Spent a lot of time together too,” Charles shrugged, “At some point, I realized I didn’t want to leave for races anymore. Not without her, mate.”

“Oh,” Carlos paused, “Oh!”

It was only at that moment that it finally hit him. The only thing he could do was to rush for his laptop and hurry along with finishing up what he was starting with. Some time in the night, he finished. And his immediate idea was to send her a message, asking her to head over to his hotel room.

“You know, it’s a bit late for you to ask to hang out,” y/n laughed.

“Knew you would have been awake anyway,” he shrugged, “But I uh, I finished editing the episode.”

“You edited it yourself?”

“No, I had an editor work on most of it,” he chuckled awkwardly, “I added a few things in it I want you to see, though.”

The video started with a clip of them on the plane, just as the pair had discussed. It was only then she realized that he’d looked at her with such brightness in his brown eyes. Had she noticed then, maybe she would have taken a photo of him as well.

Rather than a usual montage of clips taken at an event, she took note of how the intro consisted of different photographs of both she and Carlos over the years, some taken by her, some taken by other people. A few of the photos were taken by photographers in the paddock, some of these being the more recent ones.

It brought a smile to her face, the way Carlos took the time to collect these pictures of them.

Then the video cut to a clip of Carlos in the car, wearing the same clothes he’d worn prior to fetching her for their first visit to the gallery.

“y/n, you’re probably only going to see this when the video goes up,” he started off, smiling into the camera, “But I want to tell you I’m so so proud of you, I mean, another exhibit! And also, I want to say thank you for still being by my side after all your successes and traveling with me.”

“Anyways, I’m really happy to see you doing what you love to do all the time. It brings a smile to my face, honestly,” he smiled, “I’m happy to see you so in your element every time. Thank you in advance…well, delay? For letting me be part of this special event.”

“You’re making me tear up,” she smiled, eyes going red as she wiped a tear from her eyes at the sweet tribute.

The video went along to play a series of clips Carlos took throughout the week alluding to the exhibition, Carlos constantly shown smiling in wonder as he looked around at the framed photos.

She thought the video would have ended with the clip of them, both tired in his Ferrari after the night of the exhibit.

To her surprise, it was followed up by a clip of Carlos in his driver room, perhaps shot previously just between the practice session.

“y/n, hi,” he mumbled, “I wanted to get you to see this as soon as possible, but I really do want to talk for a moment about how, after all these years, I’m so so thankful to have you in my life, and I was very happy to celebrate another exhibit with you. Also, I’m thankful to have you celebrating with me and being there for me after races.”

Carlos took a deep breath, “I want to have you in my life for so much longer. But I don’t want you in my life as just my friend. y/n, I’m so sorry it took me so long to realize this, but I want to be there for every high and every low. I want to be there for you and the man you love. I love you, y/n l/n.”

And then the video cut out. y/n looked over to Carlos, her jaw hanging open widely as she brought her hands to her mouth, “Carlos, do you mean it?”

“I love you, y/n,” he admitted, his brown eyes piercing into hers, an apprehensive look on his face. They were both silent for a moment before the click of a camera echoed through the room.

“I love the way you look when you say that,” she admitted bashfully, a sure smile on her face, “And I love you, Carlos Sainz.”

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sonkitty · 3 months

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Crowley S2 Hair Post #2 Redone

(For reference: The Sideburns Scheme)

Crowley, Good Omens 2, Episode 1, The Arrival, meeting with Shax in the street

Sideburns Check

The sideburns are longer than they were at the park.

Initially, the scene starts with Crowley parked in his car, suggesting he had been it for some time. Additionally, the street looks isolated. There are no humans around, even if it otherwise looks like it would be a human space, based on the nearby windows. We don't see him look in the mirror in the car, but we can see it quite early in the scene as available to him, if need be.

Once Crowley gets out of the car, we can only see him from a distance. One could take a decent guess the sideburns are longer and then save a screenshot and zoom in to be sure. Let's do that:

Eventually, Shax shows up, and we get a closer view to confirm the sideburns are longer.

Though the sideburns are longer than they were at the park, they are not as long as we will later see when he encounters Gabriel.

The left sideburn is not as full in hair than the right. It also appears to be shorter.

...

Brighter Red Streak Check

From the more distant view of the car, I can't tell.

Once Crowley turns around to address Shax, it can be seen. It is above Crowley's left eye again. I have placed white rectangles around where I see the streak in the image above. I also slightly brightened the part of the image that shows his right sideburn.

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Hairstyle Changes

Even though I can't keep track of every style and subtle change, here's a comparison shot between the previous scene and this one:

Crowley has more visibly separated curls pushing inward at the top instead of a dip that pushes slightly outward above his right eye.

His hair looks darker too. That tends to happen when he is near or in his car and isolated. I like to think of that as an effect from him being a demon in his own demon space.

...

Earthly Objects

(For reference: Earthly Objects)

When discarding the mail, Crowley makes sure the tip of his shoe touches the side of the sidewalk. In fact, right before he throws the mail away, he actually shifts position to make a pocket with the legs themselves.

He uses a pants pocket to get his phone, so I'm on alert to look all the more closely at the details happening on screen.

His tie strands notably extended when he exited and later will enter his car:

As you may recall, I mentioned in the last post these are his Tied Hands. I don't know what they're up to, sadly. I just know to look for these types of things. On exiting the car, the part that stands out to me is when they align specifically with his right hand. For entering the car, it looks like one of the clasps above a tassel hits the car. The clasps are the thumb joints. They tend to rest on the vest most of the time, of course, but when they are up to more than usual, they like to swing around and strike the jacket with a particular interest in a lapel edge for retying or whatever else a given job might require of them. Hitting the car? I never even noticed until drafting this post.

When preparing to answer the phone, I noticed he positioned his shoes perpendicular to each other. That's an interesting choice. He positioned his arm along the side of the car, and it's not going to match the reflection in his phone or the cut after that of him actually being by the car.

Pockets use lighting as clues, and the lighting here wants it known that the Bentley has a reflective surface.

In fact, I can actually see Crowley's reflection in that surface at times if I look closely enough. Even though I can find Crowley's reflection in the car, I can't find Shax's. The car itself will transform during the story. It's not very obvious that Crowley's plants are in his car, but they are there. From the initial more distant view of the scene as Crowley throws away mail, the sunlight is hitting the upper area to the camera's left.

While Earthly Objects is heavily based on touching, it has common dialogue points for Hello, names, numbers, and questions (I think).

On the zoomed view of the phone, there is at least Shax's name and five visible digits touching the phone. Beyond that, I can't figure out if the numbers of the time help for any points, his visible reflection, or even both since technically the time numbers are in his head in the reflection. The reflection has his shoulder visibly touching the car instead of his left arm aligned by it. The reflected touch is at least on the door panel and window frame—two thresholds, then I'm not sure if it's on the window pane too. Window panes are earthly objects.

On the cut of actually answering the phone, his left arm is spread over the roof, so his posture has changed yet again. The left jacket sleeve is open enough for a black hole that is yet another pocket, so I'm on alert yet again. The window is now slightly open at the top.

We can check his watch to see he made Shax wait or an hour before answering his phone. There are other possible explanations. The phone could be wrong, or the watch could be wrong. He might have left for an hour and come back. It could be a different draft of the story. The game doesn't much care since it's more concerned with touch continuity than clock continuity. The sun doesn't look like it's gone down all the way into night, then up yet. The clothes are similar enough. He's in the same area, touching the same general thing with slight differences.

The index finger touches its reflection when he answers the phone.

Still, since it's a game and I'm playing it with a theory about him managing his space with sideburns, I like to think he made Shax wait for an hour, especially since he's going to kick her out, intentionally or not. The amount of sunlight on the camera's left, for the more distant view, increases by the time he leaves. I don't know enough about sunlight and angles to be sure, but my unsteady guess would be that the amount of sunlight should increase over the span of the hour he made Shax wait.

I'm intrigued by whatever his left hand is up to on the window pane here as he prepares to turn around:

~Start excerpt with slight edits from main post~

After Crowley answers the phone, he turns around when he would presumably not be touching his car but at least fully intending to touch it, which seems to suffice for the story. Shortly after, he is leaning against the roof again.

By taking this action, he is allowing Shax closer to the space around the car, so that she can talk to him.

For the shots we are allowed to see him from the front, he is touching the roof, door panel, and sometimes we see the window pane is included the lean as well.

Before he asks, "Is that all?", he stops touching those parts of the car entirely and cannot be seen touching any other part.

Shax disappears from the scene.

By removing the touch from the car, the home base kicked her out. The forced exit seems unintentional.

~End excerpt with slight edits from main post~

...

Story Commentary

Again looking to this timeline rundown post, this scene is quite possibly out of order.

The phone and watch time indicate a morning, given the amount of sunlight. The bookshop clock from earlier scenes indicated an afternoon.

The scene doesn't look as easily out of order as the last one because the presented story showed us Gabriel is already on Earth and even in the bookshop. He is brought up within the conversation between Crowley and Shax. That suits a flow of a story being told.

I'm not paying as close attention to the clock hands because such things are just plain too difficult to me, so I'm very grateful to the person who made that post.

I'm intrigued at the extra breeze given with Shax's arrival. While no humans or animals are visibly around, plants are. The plants are shown to be affected by the breeze. The lacking humans and animals are part of my theory that this area is a special supernatural zone that Crowley himself manages.

This scene is one of the few times I can catch the red in Crowley's jacket that's part of its collar on the back.

During the dialogue, Crowley says, "Trust me."

Shax replies, "Righto."

Back in season 1, Ligur made a comment about a "funny old world" it would be if demons went around trusting each other. This part is mentioned in the actual Good Omens book, but as a reflected thought instead of stated dialogue.

Still, this part here in GO2 has a "funny old world" bit happening with Shax easily agreeing to just plain trust Crowley, at least for this bit of information. She's rather cute and almost innocent here compared to how antagonistic she gets later.

When first trying to figure out how the sideburns worked, this scene was one of the biggest challenges for me because of the chronology. The sideburns look short in the park and long here with a significant difference being Gabriel is on Earth and in the bookshop now.

But it doesn't add up with other things later when it becomes more evident they respond to character presence within a given space when Crowley is actually in that space. Shax was in the park. Shax is in the street. They changed around the same character with a difference in that presented chronology of the distant arrival of another character.

That's how it seems at first.

However, another difference was the space itself. The park is not Crowley's home. The car is. The car is one of the most important pieces of the puzzle because it is a home that can move. It can leave a static space and switch from being an occupied home to being a car. Again, I have no explanation of what those Tied Hands were up to, but one of the joints thought it worth the effort of touching the car before Crowley re-entered his home, just this once. Crowley didn't drive away by the end of the scene, but we'll see him driving soon enough.

Attending to mail is part of maintaining one's home, so that could be yet another factor to Crowley managing his own space while having longer sideburns.

The mail itself might be important due to it being more obvious in the framing when the camera pans up toward the end of the scene. I don't have any guesses I would be comfortable with making on what important mail Crowley could have received though, myself.

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piratesofthedarkwidesea · 2 years

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So I’m just re-watching episode 3 and... I really love the scenes between Louis and Jonah and.. it just occurred to me how extremely human these scenes make Louis look? Like his accent getting all strong makes total sense in the context of him talking to someone from his youth, someone who is a Black man as well.

But it it also occurred to me this is the first (and only?!) time we really see Louis flirting? Like we’ve never seen him have this kind of confidence before? He was very much denying and fighting his homosexuality when he meets Lestat (you can see it quite explicitly in a couple of scenes, also him concluding this could never happen again after having sex with Lestat for the first time). But Jonah is somebody he is familiar with, someone he knows is also queer, plus it is already established there is some mutual attraction which is being rekindled. But it is Louis actively flirting with him. Asking if he remembers their shared youth [and their “early fumbles”], which is in part due to Lestat watching them, I guess, getting even with him in a way, calling him out on his “of course”.

But but BUT what I really wanted to say (sorry for getting off track a bit there ahsdhoas) is... there is no vampire moves to it. There is no indication he’s reading his mind, influencing him in any way with his newly won powers (which he is also still rejecting to a degree at this point). Just some very human “do you remember” and “look at my cool car” (aiosdadhs Louis I can’t even 😂😂😂). It’s just so abusrdly cute and very deeply human in a way?

And I do kinda see how Lestat is jealous here, because Louis has never been flirting with him like this. And he keeps telling Louis (and us) how much he wants Louis to explicitly say / show he loves him?

I mean of course it is on the other hand very obvious how Louis wasn’t like that with Lestat when he met him. One part being him struggling a lot more with his sexuality and his shame about it there. But also Lestat is being very active in pursuing Louis. Louis describes it as being hunted (we’re gonna ignore the unreliable narrator level here bc I don’t wanna go this deep here - and also bc I do believe it in general terms, I guess). Like there are parts where we see Lestat taking it kinda slow, including Lilly there to ease Louis into it. But also then getting very insistent, basically jumping a distraught Louis who is in shock over the death of his brother (with he witnessed first hand, his mother blaming him for it etc.), not leaving him alone... But then here on the other hand also Louis isn’t being only passive here. I love how it is very clearly him initiating the kiss with Lestat after Lilly is out of the picture. All these nuances and complexities really are what makes their relationship so compelling I think!

And uh... I guess I also have some thoughts about Lestat courting Louis and Vampire Moves tbh (bc I introduced the absence of them in Louis flirting with Jonah) but this post is already so long 🙈 What it does probably boil down to though (not 100% sure bc I haven’t really thought this through yet). But, in my view, he isn’t even using his Vampire Moves much? Like yeah he is in Louis’ mind and showing some tricks but... more in a showing off way than in a manipulative way? Like whatever Louis is trying to tell us here, he is just really attracted to that French guy. He may also be repulsed by him in some ways (or maybe more by his visceral reaction(s) to him, hm, Louis?) but damn he wants to fuck that guy so bad it makes him look stupid.

And yeah you might raise the argument that Lestat does use his Vampire Moves when he’s in Louis’ head, pestering him about how he is not gonna be ignored right after Paul died. But he first walked up to him when the family were on their way to the cemetery and.. was pestering him in quite mundane ways there, you know? Like him being in his mind was driving it to a head a bit more quickly and dramatically maybe but... knowing Lestat he would probably also have been able to be an absolute pest, just showing up again and again, not taking no for an answer (and he basically does so in ep 6, doesn’t he?). So yeah Louis is talking about vampire bonds and mind gifts but... he attracted to him. Big time. I ain’t buying your angle here, Louis.

(Only that of course I kinda do, bc Lestat is a narcissistic manipulative shit in certain ways as well. And doesn’t take no for an answer. Neither in ep 1 nor in ep 6. But then ep 7... weeelll... layers and all 😅😂 But I hope you still get my point.)

#interview with the vampire #musings #me watching stuff #whoa shit this got loooong #oopsies #lestat de lioncourt #louis du pointe du lac #jonah #louis #lestat #long post

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inafieldofdaisies · 1 year

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WIP Whenever | Tagged by @jacobsneed ; ty <3 | I'm not sure who has already done a WIP tag this week, but I'm tagging a few peeps, if I haven't mentioned you, absolutely consider this as an open tag!

Tag, you're it, @shegetsburned @nightwingshero @socially-awkward-skeleton @vampireninjabunnies-blog @strangefable @fourlittleseedlings @direwombat @euryalex @detectivelokis

I'm continuing with the crumbs from chapter 6. Enjoy some John - Savannah interactions. There are some serious scenes that take place inbetween and after, I feel like they would either end up in their own WIP post or you'd see them once the full chapter is posted <3

The town was quiet, more quiet than usual, as they drove past The Spread Eagle, its exterior looked like it had been through gunfire. Another sight, though, made Sabrina exclaim "Oh my god" outloud as the Sheriff's Department or what remained of it anyway came into view. It was burnt. Down to the ground. Her father's old Bronco was still in its parking spot where she left it, seemingly unharmed. One of the view lucky cars. She watched in horror as John said matter-of-factly, "The Reaping started." "Arson, John. The cabin, Savannah-" "Your house is fine, Deputy." "How can you be sure?" "Because it's my region.", his tone was full of assurance, but did very little to calm her nerves or make the minutes left until they reach Savannah fly by faster. By the time they got to the bent that connected the road to Ms. Darcy's property with the main one, her heart was in her throat as she anxiously chewed on her lip. John took the turn, glancing quickly at her before shifting his gaze back ahead, as he navigated the meandering path, "Stop worrying, Sabrina. We're almost there." The flag Ms. Darcy had by the fence came into view followed by their mail boxes, and as the truck came to a stop in the driveway, Sabrina battled the urge to rip the door open and rush straight at the cabin. She had one more thing to take care of before John barged into Savannah's life. "John-" "Deputy, whatever you're about to say-" "5 minutes. Give me 5 minutes to prepare her. You can stay outside of the door for all I care, just let me talk to her first before you show your face." John sighed, facing her fully, eyes narrowed. "Who's in charge here, exactly?"

"I know my sister. Trust me on that. Everything will go smoothly that way." "5 minutes.", he gritted out before slamming the door and striding off towards the front door, making Sabrina sprint after him to catch up. She made it to him just as he was climbing the steps to the cabin, almost slamming into his back as he came to an abrupt stop. "You're the most frustrating person I've ever met, you know?", Sabrina huffed. "I can say the same about you, Deputy.", he smirked and waved towards the door, "Go on in then, 5 minutes." She entered, rushing through each room , scanning for anything out of place, but the cabin was just as she had left it. Savannah was nowhere to be found on the first floor and she was about to check the second, thinking she might still be sleeping, when she passed by the bulletin board by the side door that Ms. Darcy used for leaving her notes when she watched her sister. A new post-it made her stop in her tracks.

Honey, I'm not sure what's happening, but we have no proper signal and I didn't dare leave Savannah alone to go into town to check the situation. If you return while I'm out - those goddamn Peggies came in while we were sleeping and vandalized my house, I'm going to check if they touched anything inside. I won't be long.

She had no idea when Ms. Darcy had written it but the fact John's people had come back worried her, it made her want to shout out Savannah's name, to locate her faster, to know she's alright. She took the stairs two at a time, making it on the second floor when she heard a gut wrenching scream followed by a crash coming from downstairs. It was her sister's voice, she had no doubt, but she had never heard her scream so loud in her life. "SAVANNAH.", Sabrina called out as she rushed back down the stairs, almost twisting her ankle in the process. She made it to the living room that connected directly to the main entry just in time to see Savannah grab a cup off the coffee table and hurl it at John while releasing another shriek. It missed him, crashing into the wall next to his head, shattering into pieces. Her little sister was frantically looking for something else to hurl while John stood unmoving by the door, his blue eyes frozen in shock. "Savannah. Hey, hey. I'm here." She turned at Sabrina's voice, a look of relief washing over her freckled face and in a flash she was throwing herself in her arms. Little hands almost squeezed the breath out of her, as Savannah mumbled, "Rin-Rin, I thought you had left me." Sabrina's eyes teared up as she kneeled down, hugging her sister back, inhaling her familiar scent, "Never, pumpkin. Never." She backed away a little, looking Savannah over, scanning for any injuries as she asked, "Are you okay?" "I'm alright, Deputy." Sabrina shot John an incredulous look, "I was talking to my sister, John." He raised his hands in defense, "Just letting you know." "We agreed to 5 minutes." Savannah's narrowed gaze shifted between the two of them in confusion, then she leaned in, whispering "Rin-Rin, that's the bad man from the TV." Here goes nothing. "John drove me here. He's come to pick something up, so you don't have to worry. I know why you threw the cup, but he's a, uh- guest and what do we do when we make a mistake?" Savannah turned to John, her green eyes still harboring suspicion about his presence, "I'm sorry, Mister. I thought you were a Peggie." He smiled, mischief reflected in his eyes as he addressed her sister, "It's okay." To Sabrina's surprise he then reached out a hand in greeting and Savannah grabbed it in hers reluctantly. "My name is John Seed." "Savannah Mae Donovan." "Nice to meet you, Miss Donovan. You did well protecting the house." A man with many masks. Sabrina tried to remind herself to not fall for his act, wishing she could say she didn't melt a little at the interaction. Her sister smiled shyly before dropping his hand. She seemed calmer as she plopped down on the couch, rubbing her eyes, sleepiness still lingering in them. She was in her favorite rainbow pajamas and her auburn hair was braided, something she loved doing and was getting quite good at. Her curious gaze remained trained on John, who in return seemed glued to the spot as he took in their home. "Sav, did you have breakfast?" When she nodded in response, Sabrina's attention shifted to their "guest" before she headed for the kitchen, set on grabbing something to eat herself. "You can come in further, you know. But shoes off, Seed." John looked just as shellshocked as she felt in his room for confessions, and at her words he finally snapped out of whatever stupor he had fallen in, removing his boots with a huff and placing them by hers at the entrance. With a few strides, he made it through the living room, following her into the kitchen. Sabrina was tearing into a chocolate muffin Ms. Darcy had made, when he came behind her. Lowering his voice he said, "I can see the resemblance already, Deputy. Though I must say, your sister has far better aim." "You're pushing your luck." "I'm not worried." "I will have you know I've been throwing knives since I was 15,", she nodded towards the knife block at the counter, "keep talking and you would find out my actual aim."

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Sabrina hurried downstairs, her sister's laughter greeting her as it carried over from the living room. They're talking. She stood in the doorway, using the moment of not being noticed as an opportunity to observe their interaction. Savannah had changed into a T-shirt and ripped jeans and was sitting crossed-legged on the couch while John was on the floor rummaging through a box of her notebooks. He seemed back to normal, his eyes shinning mischievously as he explained the difference between a helicopter and a plane to her sister. "Rin-Rin!", she rushed over, dragging Sabrina by the hand as she spoke, "Do you know that John has a plane? A PLANE. He promised to show it to me one day!" "Is that so?", she sat down on the couch, with Savannah next to her and she immediately started playing with her hair. "Oh my gosh, are you hurt?", her sister exclaimed. Sabrina remembered the wound on her head and was glad she had taken a shower and washed away the blood from her strands. "No, no, I'm fine, Sav, it's just a bump." "Oh, okay." John remained silent as he watched them both from his spot. Sabrina looked at her watch, it was getting past noon. "I'm going to go make lunch. You wanna help, pumpkin?" Savannah clapped her hands, then pointed at John, "See! She lets me cook, I told you, John." He shot her a smile, "A girl of many talents." How can he just switch personalities like this… "Come now.", Sabrina got up, heading to the kitchen and opening the fridge, "What are we making today, Chef Donovan?" Her sister loved pretending they're on a cooking show, coming up with comments and making goofy faces at an imaginary audience. This time they had one. John. "Ooooh, can we do the omelettes from last week? Ms. Darcy promised we'd make them today, but she left…", she drifted off. "When did she leave? I saw the note." "Yesterday, before lunch, I think. Is she okay, Rin-Rin?" "I-I'm sure she's alright, pumpkin, probably had some things to take care off." Sabrina recalled John's words about the Reaping starting and how the Sheriff's Department looked. She looked over to the living room, trying to read his face, checking for anything that would hint he knew what had happened, fearing he might have something to do with Ms. Darcy's absence, he was the one after her land after all. All she got was a raised eyebrow, "Anything to ask, Deputy?" "No." Not right now. She tried to distract herself as they prepared the food, passing veggies to Savannah to wash before Sabrina got to chopping them, then making the omelettes and letting her sister flip them. Her sister's bubbly energy was what kept her going, lifting her spirits. John had moved to the couch as he went through notebooks, a growing pile of checked ones forming by the time the meal was ready and the table set. Savannah barreled back into the living room, buzzing with energy as she stood over John who was too engrossed into reading to notice her. "John?" "Yes?" Savannah let out a giggle, "Rin-Rin, he said it just like on TV.", then she turned back to John, "Lunch is ready."

Before he could even respond, she had grabbed his hand, pulling him to his feet and dragging him toward the kitchen. "Sav. You have to ask first, he might not be hungry." Her sister shot her a smile, "Oh, please, I could hear his stomach making funny noises before.", she pointed to the chair next to Sabrina's, "sit." John laughed, following her orders, turning to Sabrina, whispering, "She's basically a mini you, Deputy." "You don't have to eat the food, if you don't want to." "Why? Savi here promised it's delicious." He has freaking nicknamed my sister already?!" Savannah plopped down into a chair across them, "Rin-Rin is the best cook, she bakes even better. She even makes my Birthday cakes!" At this comment John raised an eyebrow in interest while cutting into his omelette methodically. Her sister kept on chatting away like she usually did, seeming so at ease, like she had known him for ages. Sabrina sat there, trying to process the last God knows how many hours, still unable to believe she was sitting across from her sister, that her plan had worked in a way. Until he marches us both back to his bunker. She wasn't going to let that happen. The time flew by, their plates empty, even John's. Sabrina couldn't imagine someone telling her few days back that she'd be sitting at the same table with John Seed let alone that she would have cooked for him. "Thank you for the lunch, Deputy.", he said as she was washing the dishes. "You're welcome." Savannah laughed, "You say Deputy funny." "Sav, don't be rude.", Sabrina said at the same time as John asked, "I do?" Savannah nodded, "Yeah, it's cute. Depuuuteee", her sister tried to imitate John's tone and intonation, making him laugh in response. "Hm, that was good, I don't think even my brothers would be able to tell the difference." "You have brothers?" Before he could reply, Sabrina spoke up, "Why don't you go bring your drawings to show to John?" With Savannah out of the kitchen, she turned to John, "I, uh, have to ask. Please don't mention the Project to her." "Why, Deputy?" "Your people coming around here terrify her, same for your broadcasts, they used to play during her shows and freak her out." "And this is why she screamed and tried to knock me out?" "Your face is kind of hard to forget." "Was that a compliment, Deputy?" Sabrina rolled her eyes, "You wish. But seriously, thank you for talking to her like a normal person." He raised an eyebrow. "What? All I'm saying is, you're doing good at Sinner-free talk." And he was excelling at it. An absolute chameleon, switching from one role to the next. Giving her a whiplash. Probably would give her own mother a run for her money. If Candice was there, she'd tell her daughter to keep her distance. Or maybe to rob him for all he's worth first. Savannah returned, sitting in Sabrina's chair and placing her drawings in front of John. As Sabrina cleaned up, the two of them chatted about her sister's art before he returned back to the notebooks.

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The afternoon passed in a blur with no news from Ms. Darcy, while John stayed glued to the notes, from time to time taking a break when her sister would address him. The time for dinner came too, Savannah kept the conversation going, eventually going back to asking questions about John's plane. Sabrina sat there, pushing her food around her plate, her appetite gone, she was absolutely exhausted and emotionally drained. "You okay, Rin-Rin?" "Yeah, pumpkin. I just need sleep, that's all.", she forced a smile. Savannah yawned, "You're gonna tuck me in, right?" "Of course, Sav, as always." Her sister got up, stopping at John's seat, shocking both him and Sabrina when she hugged him, "Good night, John.", and she added as a loud whisper, "You're not so scary after all." Before John could reply anything, she was out of the room and running up the stairs, headed to get ready for bed. John looked taken aback, a strange expression on his face when Sabrina said, "I'm sorry, she's very direct and-" He waved her off, "I'm unharmed, Deputy. And you've done well. Raising her."

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The Venture Bros. #39: “Orb” | August 10, 2008 - 11:30PM | S03E11

A particularly lore-heavy episode that I honestly find pretty overstuffed and difficult to enjoy. It’s basically a prelude to the upcoming two-parter, which is excellent from what I remember. I'm probably going to leave various things out of this write-up because I really don’t think I can replace the customary “listen to the commentary/read the wiki” one ought to be compelled to do after watching a Venture episode.*

*an aside: if you’re viewing the season for the first time alternating episodes and commentary is NOT a good idea, because Doc Hammer gleefully spoils the end of season three in early commentary track.

This one has multiple people embarking on mystery-solving sessions in order to find the mysterious ORB, a silver sphere with decorative etchings. What ORB does or what anyone would want with it is not disclosed in this episode, though people have theories. ORB is said to have been worked on by many great men from history. A long segment of this show is dedicated to the “Gilded Age”, where Dr. Venture and Phantom Limb’s great-great grandfathers are in an elite group of super-scientists. The flashback we watch is the beginning of them splintering off into bad guys and good guys, kickstarting the world Venture currently exists in. These are the roots of the Guild of Calamitous Intent.

This group consists of real-life characters who were kicking around in the late-19th century, like Mark Twain and Oscar Wilde and Aleister Crowley. The most obscure among them is Sandow, a real-life celebrity body-builder turned chocolatier. They possess the ORB and are split on how to deal with it. The flashback is told via gramophone cylinders that were found digging up Brock’s herb garden. Brock’s devotion to yard care has been a runner in the series, and the commentary track for the episode seems to imply that this was intentional, making this the payoff (it's explained that Brock is as much guarding the patch of land Billy aims to dig up as he is guarding the Venture family).

This treasure is dug up is because Billy Quizboy has been obsessively looking for coded clues in the old Rusty Venture cartoon show, which we actually see a snippet of. It’s shockingly violent for a 70s kids show, which isn’t really what I envision whenever they talk about this show. They dig up a chest that is addressed to “Venture Bodyguard” which contains instructions for Brock to protect the ORB at all costs. When he realizes the chest seems to be missing a second gramophone cylinder it sends him on a quest to go find it. The following things happen to him during this quest:

Brock’s car turns on him after he fails to swiftly enter a security code to gain information from its talking onboard computer, requiring him to escape his car as it attempts to kill him while he’s inside. This loose thread results in the post-credits cliff-hanger.

Brock meets up with Hunter Gathers. I had to look this up to confirm this, but this is their formal re-introduction to one another. Hunter has appeared in flashbacks and hallucinations, but this is the first time they’ve met up since the season two episode where Brock is assigned to kill Hunter, only to discover they’ve undergone a sex-change operation. Hunter is a stripper now, at Brock’s club of choice no less, and Brock admits that he’s spotted Hunter dancing before this meeting. Hunter reveals that Operation Rusty’s Blanket (aka Brock's current body guarding assignment) is a sly abbreviation for ORB, and that his assignment had way more to do with protecting ORB than it is about protecting Dr. Venture and his family.

Brock meets up with Kano, who breaks his vow of silence to give Brock info, as well as produce the second cylinder for him to listen to. The second cylinder makes it clear that he needs to do whatever is necessary to make sure ORB doesn’t fall into the wrong hands, as it seems to tell the story of Sandow killing the 19th century Dr. Venture. Brock might need to kill Rusty to prevent him from harnessing Orb’s power. To prepare himself, he asks Kano if he killed Dr. Jonas Venture Sr. He neither confirms or denies that he did, but he looks away sheepishly. We find out the answer to this question in season seven, which I won’t reveal here. But Kano does indeed know something.

Meanwhile, Venture and Billy go on a quest to find the ORB, and they eventually do. By the time they find it, Brock has found them and is trailing them. He’s ready to kill Dr. Venture and Billy, but he overhears Dr. Venture having a perhaps out-of-character moment of clarity, deciding to keep ORB hidden, divining that there must be an important reason for it’s seclusion. Brock leaves quietly, satisfied that Doc's doing the right thing. When he gets back to the compound, his car is there, waiting for him. It goes to run Brock down. TO BE CONTINUED.

Pretty solid story on this one, and I am impressed with how tight a lot of it is. It took me a few viewings (and commentary-listenings and wiki-readings) to really grasp all of it. But the fact is ORB is a mysterious macguffin, and was designed to be that way from the start, so when nothing really happens with it at the end of the episode, it’s a bit of a letdown. Orb does weigh into the upcoming two-part finale, though, so not all is lost. The humor takes a backseat on this one, and some of it is fairly tepid. These are the basic problems of season three, though.

#adult swim #adultswim2021 #the venture bros.

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do you go out of your way to like shitty characters?

No, but I DO go out of my way to clarify why I like them. It's because

NEWSFLASH!!

They're F I C T I O N A L!!

I assume this ask was meant to call me out for liking Billy Hargrove, mostly, though you did say characters plural, so maybe there's more. But I'll tell you the real reason I like them: I identify with them. They aren't perfect, but neither am I, and I'd rather see the flaws in them and think that if given time and opportunity they could change those harmful things instead of thinking that that's what makes them unlovable. If we're talking specifically with Billy (like I assume we are) I see myself in him because I too grew up in a household where violence and pressure to be perfect all the time loomed over me pretty much 24/7. I know where all his anger and emotional instability comes from because I've felt it, too, and I also know how it feels to have my views on the world and its people influenced by the person who controls my entire life. For example, my mother is a Christian woman, so I grew up Christian, and even now, if I say I like something like the band Ghost (who often poke at religion and tend to lean towards more satanic views on the surface) she'll think I'm a Satanist and start to worry about me. So as a result, by now I just go along with whatever she says so that I avoid the argument that will inevitably come if I try and say any different. It's the same kind of thing with Billy, he knows how his father feels, and he knows he'll be in trouble if he or Max go outside of that box he's put them in, so he does his best to keep her away from Lucas because he wants to avoid all that. And yes, I KNOW that Billy was supposed to be a lot worse in canon with the racism. But a lot of the characters were supposed to be a lot worse, and it was the actors that had to put a stop to that. And most of the characters got chances to redeem themselves, whereas Billy did not. Another thing about him is the fact that what most people don't realize is that Billy would've gone after any of the boys if he'd caught them with Max, it just so happened to be Lucas that he saw with her the most. This is proved by the car scene where he's trying to scare Max. But here's the thing: I have a little sister too, and if I thought that something was up between her and a group of boys that seem to be stalking her that she JUST MET, I would want to scare her away from them, too, and vice versa. And if I found my sister in a house alone with said boys, as well as one that was much older than her and they lied to my face about it, I'd be pretty freaking mad and worried, too. Especially if my father had slapped me around for not knowing where she was an hour earlier and told me to go find her or it would be MY ass on the chopping block.

I say all of that to say that while you think some characters are awful for the things they feel or the lives they lead, some of us love them all the more for it, because we have been through exactly what they have and we know what it's like to feel that way or be in that situation. Maybe we didn't react the same, but it shows that our feelings are valid and that we're not monsters for feeling them. It makes us feel more human.

Anyway, to get back on track, not only does it not matter who and what I like, but it doesn't really affect you in the slightest. You and I are most likely never going to meet outside in the real world. Or maybe we will, or we have, and we just didn't know it. But no matter what the circumstances, the fact remains that we are most likely never going to talk outside of this, and even if we do, how likely is it that on a random chance meeting we get to talking about our favorite fictional characters? It's slim to none.

Not to mention the only place that your opinion on these characters matters is on YOUR blog, not mine. If you don't like my blog, that's okay! You don't have to follow me, and you can even block me if you want. But I came to Tumblr because I wanted a safe, positive environment to rant about my life, my interests and see other people's work that are also interested in the things I like. I didn't come here to cater to other people's likes and interests, only my own.

For example, I don't like reading fics with A/B/O dynamics, but if I stumble across one on here or Ao3, I'm not gonna go out of my way to make someone feel bad about writing it. They're probably very proud of their work, and because of that they wanted to share it with people that are interested, so it's not my place to say they can't do that or put them down for it. It takes so much more effort for me to make someone else feel bad and maybe even start hating the thing they made that they're proud of than it does for me to just say "oh, that's not my thing, whatever" and scroll past it.

So, I know this was long and you probably didn't read it all. Hell, you probably only sent this ask to me to get some kind of reaction and it kinda pains me to be giving it to you. But you need to understand what I'm saying. We don't have to agree on characters, because at the end of the day, I like what I like and you like what you like. That doesn't make either of us bad people, it just makes us different. But what DOES make you a bad person is that you came after me with the intention of being hurtful. Seeing an ask like this won't hurt me though, because I won't let it. I just hope that the next time you go to put an ask like this in someone's inbox, you think about it a little bit more. Tumblr is a wonderful place with wonderful people. Do we really want to muck that up by only focusing on the problems we make up to start shit for no reason? For me, the answer is no.

I hope you read all of this, and I hope you think about it long and hard, as well as about the type of person you want to be both on the internet and in real life. Either way, just remember that your ask didn't offend me, I'm just trying to teach you something with this answer.

Have a nice day.

#billy hargrove #asks #dont be dickheads people #were not all going to agree on everything all the time #dont let that turn you into a mean person #please everyone just be nice to each other

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Chapter 7: Ratchet’s POV

It was almost too easy to get to Bigweld Industries.

The Doctor wanted to stay behind to monitor the generator while I took the Conduit to Bigweld’s. After I stepped out of the Chop shop, I was able to hitchhike in some random bot’s car. I told him where to go, and we set off without any resistance. He was an elderly fellow, and drove at his own pace, but I would be able to get there eventually. It gave me some time to think.

Originally, Harvey was going to drive the two of us there. After I let him out of his cell, though, he wasn’t all too “fond” of me anymore. He didn’t want to see what I’d done to the city…and more importantly to Rodney. Apparently he grew fond of him over the years, and a part of me wonders if he’s loyal to me or him. I wonder if he’s been telling us the truth about what he found.

See, Harvey was great at getting company secrets, things that neither of us had ever known. Bigweld’s wealth, his so called charity, hell, Harvey was even able to dig up dirt on the fat guy’s family. The entire Bigweld family history was left to be forgotten, only for Harvey to rediscover it. Every dirty detail that could leave an irreparable gash in Bigweld’s image was found by a single bot on day one. Day. One.

He was able to discover all of that, but for whatever reason any questions about Rodney were off the table entirely. Where does Rodney live? Oh, he lives in Bigweld’s basement! What happened to Rodney, Why did he disappear? No idea! What about Rodney’s family? They left him in a box floating down the waste lines, he’s an orphan! …Actually, I’m pretty sure that last answer was true.

Regardless, Harvey’s been decent so far, but now I wonder if he plans to betray me and give my head to his new boyfriend as a gift. He’s a great guy, especially when he’s caught between a rock and a hard place, but I can’t get attached to him. Especially since I know damn well just how dangerous someone like him can be. I’ll have to ditch him before he ditches me.

As I pondered about all of the ways he could get rid of me, I failed to notice how close we were getting to Bigweld’s, and in turn I failed to notice the crowd that had gathered along the street until it was staring me in the face. Thousands of bots had surrounded the streets, and they all had their dead, soulless green eyes locked onto me.

Course, by pure instinct, I recoiled back and would’ve fallen out of my seat if it weren’t for the seatbelt. I was used to crowds of bots wanting to tear me to shreds, so it was any wonder why I was gripped with fear for a moment.

“Don’t worry sir,” spoke my driver in a voice somehow more degraded than the Doctors, “They won’t be getting in here so long as I stand!”

Sir? No one’s called me that in years…I could get used to this.

The car sped up as the monument of Bigweld came into view, the crowd trying to follow as we sped by. Even after a sharp turn they still continued to follow us. Waves of heads and arms were quickly gaining, almost grazing the car doors, but they suddenly stopped in their tracks as they realized where we were going.

I’m guessing my “Bigweld Bad, Me Good” speech was enough to make them absolutely petrified of him and his business. As we arrived at the gates, the hoard had disappeared. The elderly bot pulled up to the gates, and I let myself out.

As I was getting the Conduit out of the back seat, he spoke to me. “Be careful sir, who knows what’s still in there…”

The fear and caution in his voice made me curious. “What do you think is in there?”

“A super weapon that can level whole armies, signals that can kill the mind, magnets strong enough to control anything, the list is endless…All I know is that you’ll be able to handle it sir.”

Now this was interesting…I waved him off and set my sights for the throne. This EMP thing is stronger than I thought. It hasn’t even been a day yet and they’re already coming up with different tales and legends of the Big Bad Bigweld that held them captive for so long. It was almost too perfect. Did I tell them to do it subconsciously, or are they doing it on their own? Do I really care? No, I don’t. If it keeps Bigweld from trying to stop me, so be it.

I hadn’t even passed by the fountain before I found Rodney. I almost jumped when I saw him. He was sitting on said fountain facing the doors inside, with his head in his hands trying to soothe whatever ailment had befallen him. The EMP must’ve really hurt him if it was causing him that much pain. He probably damaged something when he was trying to fight it.

The motion reminded me of how strong he really was. He was a fool for trying to fight off a radio signal, sure, but the fact he tried and almost did fight it off was enough to scare me. It was by pure chance that he was able to beat me, so it’s ironic that I was able to win over him by pure chance alone.

I still can’t believe I was able to break him down like this…I could feel a rush of some powerful emotion that I’ve never felt before. Was it Pride? Accomplishment? Some other third thing? I didn’t have time to dwell on it though…I still have to see my handiwork for myself.

As I approached him, I couldn’t help but be taken aback by his new appearance. His face looked different, but I couldn’t figure out why as it was concealed by his hands. His head crest had changed slightly, taking on the form similar to an ax. His shoulders followed a similar trend as well, having taken on a teardrop shape. At some point during the past four years he traded in his cylindrical shape for a streamlined box look, making him appear more athletic.

So everyone else isn’t allowed to have new shiny parts, but he is? Hypocrite.

The thing that really caught me off guard the most was his replacement legs. I knew that Rodney disappeared a while back. I didn’t know much of the details, but I’d figured that Rodney was in some sort of accident. Of course, I had no idea that this would be the result of that. As I examined them from afar, I noticed that his replacement legs looked eerily familiar…like they came straight out of Harvey’s closet.

So Harvey did know what happened to him! I knew it! I’d be furious as to why he did speak up about it…but I’m guessing this is the reason why. Now Rodney’s one step closer to becoming an exact copy of Harvey. The last thing I need now is two Harveys!

Bracing myself for any conflict, I gently tapped his shoulder. As I did so, he leaped from where he was sitting at lightning speeds, with his face fixed directly onto mine. When the two of us met face to face, I finally figured out what was different. He had a little beard piece attached to him, making him look slightly older.

That wasn’t the only difference in his face however, as his eyes were now a sickly green hue. The light that they emitted was bright enough to reflect off of the oil that fell from the fountain just above us. It was like staring into a set of headlights, and I fumbled backwards a bit at the sight of them.

“R-Ratchet!” He stuttered, “I’m sorry, I didn’t see you there! I just got out of that place and…wait, how did you get here so fast?”

“Well, as it turns out, older models have a few tricks up their sleeves,” I replied as I got back up on my feet, “There’s a shortcut from here to the…my secret resistance base.”

I almost mentioned The Chop Shop like an idiot. I had no idea what they believed in, so I had to be careful with what I said. I can’t risk breaking the illusion now, not when we’ve just won.

Much to my surprise, Rodney let out a sigh of relief at this revelation. “I’m just glad you're here. I want to get out of here as soon as possible. It gives me the creeps…I can’t imagine what I did for that monster while I was in there.”

Monster? Did he just call his boss, his number one idol, a monster?! Oh if only I had my camera! Keeping myself composed, I took a seat on the fountain’s ledge, propping the Conduit against the fountain wall.

I motioned for Rodney to sit back down. “Why don’t you...talk to me about it for a bit? It’ll help me fix whatever he did to you.”

He looked skeptical, but he obeyed without question, and sat back down beside me. I knew that Doctor V. was an evil genius, but I had no idea that he would’ve been capable of creating something so…effective.

“I'm afraid I can't remember much of anything.” He explained to me. “Everytime I try to remember, my head feels like it’s being split apart.”

Keeping up with my act, I made up some science magic. “Well that makes sense. Bigweld had these special…um, memory wiping tech! Yeah, he made them to keep you dependent on him!”

Nailed it.

“But what about my family? Do I even have one?”

…Well shit. Ok, think Ratchet, what do you know about his family? Nothing. Nothing at all, thanks for that Harvey. Eh, screw it, let’s just make something up!

“Um…no? No, no you don’t. Your family left you on the side of the road in a box, you remember that?”

As I spoke, a look of realization had spread across his face. “A box…yeah. Yeah you’re right they did do that!”

I couldn’t believe that he was buying this! Is this EMP really that strong?! Oh what am I saying, of course it is!

He looked at me pleadingly, begging for more answers to his questions. Answers that I had to make up as I went along. Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea after all.

“If I don’t have any family,” He began again, “Then what’s my purpose then, sir? What was I forged to do for you? How can I serve you?”

I nearly had a stroke as he finished that sentence. He was really devoting himself to me. He wanted to be of use to me…he wanted to serve me. It was then when I realized that I had an actual answer to this particular question…and that I already told him it before.

“Your name is Rodney Copperplate.” I explained, “You're the owner of a small repair shop a short walk away from an Upgrade store known as Jackhammer’s. You mostly do car and upgrade repairs, but you’re known for selling upgrades on the side.”

“Jackhammer…who is that?” He questioned again.

I’ve seen Jack before in newspapers, like when the press interviewed him about Rodney and his merrily rusted crew. I knew what he looked like, and I knew where his shop was, so this was another easy answer.

“He’s a small fellow, little round guy? Giant hammer and wrench in his head? Hobbles around?”

He pondered on this answer for a moment, before finally accepting it as a cold hard fact. “Ok, I think I know who that is. Where’s my shop then?”

When I was the most wanted bot on the planet, I used to hop around from abandoned place to place to look for parts and scraps to repair myself. I knew about an abandoned house near Jack’s, and it was the perfect place to put Rodney at. Not only will it be next to a cell tower to insure he stays obedient, but it’ll also be in a spot where I can easily drive to if I need to.

“I’ll have a ride summoned for you to drive you there.” I stated. “I can’t guarantee that it’ll be a luxurious ride, but it’ll be a ride nonetheless.”

“I still have some questions,” he spoke up. “If that’s alright with you sir.”

As much as I wanted to get this over with, I couldn’t. If he still has questions about his life, he could question my commands and rebel. We are still talking about Rodney here. One wrong move and he could annihilate me in a matter of seconds one way or another.

“What else did you want to know?”

He lifted up his hands, and I nearly had a stroke as I realized what he was showing me. “Do you know what these things are?”

Wedged in the palms of his hands were these…things. It was some strange, circle pad that sat in his hand, with a smaller one at the base of his thumb. His hands were horribly scratched and scarred, like they were hastily repaired and he tried to paint over the rest of the damage. They were embedded deep within his hands, and by the looks of it they were hard wired to his systems. If Bigweld and him were crazy enough to hard wire them in there, removing them was out of the question. Unless of course…Rodney was open to living without his hands.

According to Harvey, Bigweld and Rodney wanted to bring Mods back to the market to try to help with sales. From what I’ve heard, It did help them out a bit, but it wasn’t enough to save them entirely. Now the real question is why the hell didn’t Harvey tell me that this was what Rodney’s Mod was?! What the hell were they thinking?! What do they even do?!

“They were on me when I woke up,” he went on. “I’ve never seen anything like them. Whenever I try to take them off, some sort of force stops me.”

“Well, I-um…well see that’s, um…”

I was starting to stutter. What was I supposed to tell him?! I don’t know what they do, but it can’t be good for me! They could be a threat to my plan, they could…hang on a minute.

They could be a threat. They could be illegal…they can be dangerous in my city…I could make anyone with Mods go to the Doctor, like I told Rodney earlier! That way he could either shut them off, or he can get rid of them.

…I had an idea.

“Those,” I explained to him, “are what are known as “Modifications”, or Mods for short…they were Bigweld’s big experiment on everyone.”

“E-experiment?” He stuttered. It was almost too rewarding to see him so afraid of Bigweld.

I nodded to complete the act. “Depending on the Mod, they could give a bot a unique ability. Some can fly, some can be stronger than usual, others can burrow underground and others can control electricity.”

He looked confused as I explained it. “So why were they a bad idea?”

“It sounds like a good thing on paper, but it was awful in practice!”

“What do you mean sir?”

“I mean that those Mods came at a price…your freedom.” I spoke dramatically.

His face turned to horror as he realized what I meant. I should become an actor at this rate.

“It was how he controlled you all,” I went on as dramatically as I could, “It was how he fell from grace…”

I looked to the doors to be extra dramatic. It’ll help with the authenticity.

“We worked together on them, we wanted to make it easier for everyone to fulfill their purpose. It was going strong at first, but then I wanted to lower the price.”

“And he didn’t want to,” Rodney completed. “You said he betrayed you…how did that happen?”

“He tampered with the Mods…made it so that everyone listened to him. Eventually he developed an EMP to control everyone who didn’t have mods or couldn’t afford them. If anyone fell out of line, they’d be scrapped and turned into upgrades. It got so bad that I had to flee underground with whatever support I had left. I got lucky enough to have two of my most capable subjects with me.”

…Wait, subjects? That was weird, why did I call them that? I didn’t have time to dwell on that though, as Rodney had even more questions.

“Who were they?” Rodney asked.

“My second in command, Harvey. Along with my scientist Doctor Veyizmer. Harvey was a spy for me, while the Doctor worked on a way to snap everyone out of it.”

“I think I remember Harvey…didn’t he have heels or something?”

Shit, maybe I shouldn’t have mentioned him. Then again, I won the game, what’s the point in keeping the secrets?

“Yes. He’s been gathering intel on Bigweld and keeping an eye on you, since you were Bigweld’s second in command. I’m glad he did too, otherwise I wouldn’t have known about…well those.”

I gestured to his hands, and he pulled them close to his chest. “What do we do with them?”

“Simple,” I said, “Get rid of them…but if we can’t get them off, just keep them off and covered, and you should be good to go. I’ll have to get The Doctor to look at you, but just listen to him, and you’ll be fine.”

“R-really? It’s that easy?”

“I wouldn’t say easy…but definitely possible so long as you resist it.”

“Resist it?” He questioned, “What do you mean, sir?”

Now for a bit of theatrics. “We may have beaten Bigweld, but knowing him he isn’t going down without a fight.”

I placed a hand on his shoulder. A part of me expected him to pull away, but instead he leaned into it. His eyes seemingly became brighter as they locked onto mine.

“His influence could still take control of you and everyone else with Mods,” I whispered harshly. “So it’s important that you never, ever use them, no matter what happens.”

“...What’ll happen if I do?”

“We’re not entirely sure yet…but I doubt anything good. For all we know, you could lose yourself forever this time.”

The more I spoke the more afraid he became. His eyes became wider and fearful all the while as I was lying to him. He was likely imagining all the ways that Bigweld could come back to hurt him, to rip him away from me and back into his workshop to do Cog knows what to him. With his fear came that feeling again. That satisfaction, that triumph, that feeling that you get when you’ve realized that you’ve done it!

If I wasn’t careful I could be swept away by it, overwhelmed by it! But with that feeling came another feeling. Dread. I should be the one who’s afraid here, not him! I’m the one who got away with taking over an entire city overnight. I can take it and lose it just as easily…and knowing Rodney, he’ll likely be the one to steal it back from me!

“Sir, please,” he begged, desperation laced in his voice. “I’ll do anything you want, just don’t let that happen to me again!”

Again, it was almost too rewarding to see him like this. He was practically clinging to me as he begged for me to save him! “Once everyone is settled into their lives again, you’ll be taken to see The Doctor as I’ve said. You’ll be the first patient he sees. If he deems you safe, you can stay as a citizen to me. If not, well…”

I leaned in closer to him, but not too close. I felt a scowl form across my face as the glow of his eyes grew even brighter. “…I’m sure you know what’ll happen.”

“Death.” He continued bluntly.

I wasn’t planning on death, but I prefer his option then the one The Doctor had in mind. It’ll be quicker to get rid of him that way if he steps out of line…and it’ll be more humane.

“Do you have any other questions, Copperplate?”

“J-Just one more,” he spoke hesitantly, “I promise it’ll only take a second.”

Reluctantly, I nodded in agreement. He turned around and picked a phone that I failed to notice earlier and unlocked it. I nearly blew a fuse after I saw the woman he was referring to on the Lock Screen.

“This woman,” he questioned cautiously as he pointed to her, “She isn’t the same one that Drillbit saw, is she?”

Cappy. Her arms were laced around him as she hugged him from behind. It took every ounce of my power and control to keep myself from strangling the little blue brat right then and there. Instead, as calmly as I could, I gave him his answer.

“I’m afraid that it is.” I spoke through a clamped jaw. “That…is Cappy. She’s Bigweld’s right hand bot, and is about as horrible as he is, if not even more so. She’s a cruel woman, a heart made of pure ice! I bet she gets a kick out of breaking people's hearts. If I were you, I’d destroy that phone. It’s probably filled with vile things thanks to her.”

I heard a small growl emit from his engine, and I could barely make out a scowl on his face. Much to my absolute pleasure, he looked at the picture with disgust in his face. If I didn’t know any better, I would’ve assumed that he was going to toss his phone in the fountain. Disappointingly, he merely held onto the phone long enough to set it aside. I’m praying that he destroys it later.

The anger and betrayal in his face didn’t last long, as his face quickly softened as he turned back to me. His voice was soft, but there was still a hint of anger present in his tone. Obviously not directed at me, Cog forbid, but rather at his other half.

“That’s all I needed to know,” he said quickly, “I-I’m ready to serve you, sir.”

Finally. Once I get rid of him I can focus on what I really came here for. That, and celebrate the fact I just turned him against his so-called girlfriend. Buh bye Rodney, hellooo Ratchet!

I stood up from the fountain and grabbed the Conduit. Rodney followed my lead, but took care to grab his phone. With the Conduit in hand, I tapped it twice on the ground. Within a matter of moments, a small car had pulled up to the gates. The car was a rusted hunk of junk, completely void of any decency. A large hole was in the driver’s window, revealing the incredibly small driver.

Rodney looked at the vehicle, stunned by its convenient timing. “How did you-”

“That would be my signature “Ratchet magic,” I interrupted him. “Works every time.”

The Conduit, at least from how I understand it, is an extension of the EMP. It helps reach all the places that the generator can’t because of distance. It also helps with commanding someone from afar, as is the case with this random bot I just summoned. Course, you still need the generator to power the Conduit, but I have no idea how that thing works, so I’ll stick with the fancy magic mind control stick explanation.

The tiny yellow ball guy in the front poked out of the broken window. “We came ‘ere as fast as we could, sir! Ready to go when you are!”

I gently nudged Rodney towards the car, encouraging him to enter it. I expected him to protest, but again he obeyed without question. He grabbed the car door, and opened it without hesitating. While he eyed the car with an obvious distrust, he still entered the death trap and strapped himself in.

“I don’t want a single scratch on him!” I called to the driver, “Just get him to where he needs to go! Get him to Rodney’s Repairs!”

I still want to kill him, but I don’t want anyone to hurt him. That’s my job. He’s my problem, so I get to kill him. Case closed.

“Don’t worry sir!” The driver called out again, “He’ll get there in one piece! ”

He looked down at the pedals of the car. “Hit it Hacc!”

“Wait, who’s Hacc?!” Rodney called from the back.

Before he knew it, the car had sped off from the gates. As it escaped from the gates, Rodney’s screams for help echoed into the distance.

So much for “one piece”. If he dies on the way there, those two baseballs are next in line for the Chop Shop.

Turning my attention back to my prize, I glanced at the building behind me. As I waltzed back to the door I noticed something moving from beside the stairs that led to the doors. Out of the corner of my eye was a small, black figure. A much smaller one flying beside it. Before I could get a good look at what it was, it darted in the opposite direction, its small feet echoed across the courtyard as it ran for cover.

How the hell is there a rodent infestation here of all places?! Did those two really let this place go?! I already have a lot of fixing to do, so the last thing I need is more problems! Regardless of this new development, I carried on without any more delay. After everything that I went through…I was eager to see my brand new, much cleaner, office space.

#robots 2005 #robots 2

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graceful-ashes · 10 months

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Chapter 7: Break my heart not this bond

Over the course of the next few days, Dean is nothing but cordial and accommodating.

Cas almost feels guilty, having Dean practically at his beck and call. Almost. He can't help but love the attention though. Dean is near constantly pressed up against his side, whispering private jokes in his ear. He even chose to spend his break studying with Cas in the library rather than meeting up with Jay and Aaron.

It's all been rather wonderful. Or at least it would be, if Cas could allow himself to forget the fact that Dean may very well die soon.

Mary and John have been pandering to Dean much the same way that Dean has been pandering to him. John, particularly, has been behaving differently, he's home much more of the time and though they occasionally find him asleep on the couch, Mary and him seem to be getting along much better. That's one upside to this, Cas supposes.

Sam, though, asked if he could stay in their room last night. Then proceeded to wrap his arms around Dean and cry.

Dean had done his best to console him but Cas could tell he wasn't really sure what to say. No one really knew what to say, so no one spoke about it. But Cas' powers are getting more stable by the day, and he's seen Dean flinch in pain more than a few times, they urgently needed to 'address the elephant in the room', as Mary would say.

"How are you feeling, Dean?" Cas asks, while Dean drives them to - where ever it is Dean is driving them to, he wasn't very forthcoming with the details, just called it a 'surprise'.

"Me?" Dean glances over at him. "I'm good. Are you?"

"No, you're not." Cas looks at Dean, pleadingly.

Dean is quiet for a moment. "I'm managing." He sighs.

"Have you spoken to Bobby recently?" Cas asks instead of pushing.

"Yeah. Spoke to him this morning. He's got a lead, just seeing if he can get all the ingredients before he let's Mom and Dad in on the plan."

Cas raises his eyebrows in surprise. "He found a cure?"

"Kind of. Not exactly. He didn't want to say much on the phone, but he said somethin' about weakening the link? Guess the workin' theory is the weaker the bond the less dangerous the side effects or whatever."

"Oh." That… should be good news. It's cause for hope certainly, but everytime someone mentions something about breaking or, in this case, weakening the bond, he just feels dejected and apprehensive.

"Oh? That it?" Dean asks.

Cas shakes himself. "Sorry, that's good news, is he sure it's safe?"

"Not really, but we knew that already, this ain't exactly your run of the mill problem. We're playin' it by ear, there's always gonna be risks." Dean shrugs. "But I'm already knockin' at death's door, so unless it's gonna hurt you then I say we go for it."

Cas nods and turns to look out the window. "I suppose you're right."

He misses the funny look Dean gives him, before they pull up on a dirt track.

"Where are we?" Cas asks.

"Near the Redden estate."

Cas looks at Dean, questioningly.

"You remember that girl Kelly I was seeing for a bit?" Dean asks.

"The girl you were having intercourse with, you mean?"

Dean pauses. "Yeah." he scratches his chin before continuing. "Well she brought me up here once, and I kinda thought you'd love to see it. It's got a great view of the town and the stars, man, you gotta see for yourself."

The more Dean speaks the more animated he becomes. Cas can't help but admire his enthusiasm and the way his eyes light up at being able to share this with him.

Cas smiles.

"What?" Dean asks.

"It's not of import." That's a lie, admiring Dean is very important to him, but he doubts Dean will feel that way. "Will you show me?"

"Yeah." Dean gives him a lopsided grin before pushing open his door and climbing out the car.

Cas comes to meet him by the trunk, where Dean is pulling out a blanket and Mary's picnic basket.

"We're having a picnic?" Cas lights up.

Dean closes the trunk and grins at him. "Yup. I even made you some of those fish cake things you like."

Cas looks at Dean, tenderly, for a moment.

"I love you." He says without thinking.

Dean blinks, his grin faltering slightly before a soft smile graces his lips.

"Yeah, I, uh, love you too." Dean stutters. "Um, right. So the clearing is just up this way."

Dean hands the blanket to Cas and retrieves the flask from the grass before walking up the hill. Cas following closely behind.

When they reach the clearing Cas pauses looking around in awe. Dean glances over at him, warmly, as he sets up the picnic.

"It's beautiful, ain't it?" Dean comments.

"More than." Cas breathes, coming to sit on the blanket.

Dean pulls out a homemade sausage roll. "Want one?"

"Yes please." Cas accepts the sausage roll graciously.

The moment he bites into it he lets out a sonorous moan.

Dean, watching him, licks his lips. "Good?" He rasps.

Cas nods, enthusiastically. Earning a chuckle from Dean.

"You made these?" Cas asks.

Dean shrugs, picking up his own sausage roll. "Dad helped."

"They're lovely. Thank you, Dean." Cas takes another bite, his eyes sliding closed in bliss.

Dean chucks a napkin at his face. "Alright, calm down. I didn't bring you out here to have a foodgasm."

Cas squints at him. "If that wasn't your intention, you shouldn't have made such delicious food."

"Shut up." Dean chuckles, before biting into his own sausage roll and groaning.

Cas smirks.

"You were saying?" Cas retorts, cockily.

Dean looks up at Cas in surprise. "These are actually really good."

"They are." Cas agrees.

A proud smile crosses Dean's lips. "Man. I did good." He takes another bite.

Cas smiles, amused. "You did." He nods.

They spend a while just enjoying the food and making idle chat. Cas points out some of the constellations visible from their vantage point, Dean following along with rapt attention.

"I'm particularly fond of Columba." Cas states.

"Cas." Dean's breath is hot against his neck - a stark comparison to the chilling evening air - from where Dean is practically resting his head on Cas' shoulder. "May I touch your wings?" Dean asks, timidly.

Cas head snaps down to look at Dean. "You can see them?" He asks.

"Yeah. Most of the time now." Dean admits.

"Oh." Cas frowns. "Why… Why did you touch them the other day?"

Dean sits up. "You mean at school?"

"Yes." Cas captures Dean's eyes. "Why did you do that?"

Dean rubs the back of his neck. "Listen man, I didn't mean to. I wasn't thinkin' and then I got embarrassed and acted like it was intentional. I'm really sorry."

Cas tilts his head. "So you didn't do it on purpose?"

"No." Dean shakes his head. "And I wouldn't, you know? Not in public like that."

Cas blinks, his lips parting slightly before he ducks his head. "I see…" He looks back up at Dean, smiling slightly. "You may touch them, Dean."

Dean's lips twitch upward. "Awesome."

Dean sideles back up against Cas, reaching an arm behind his back, fingertips tentatively brushing between Cas' shoulder blades.

A pleasurable shiver wracks through Castiel.

"Why… do you always touch me right there." Cas asks.

Dean clears his throat.

"Uh, I dunno. Guess I just like the way you react?"

Cas furrows his brows.

"You… like my… reaction. To being touched?" Cas turns to look at Dean.

Dean flushes. "Yeah. I mean, you seem like you enjoy it, is all. Why do you not enjoy it?" Dean asks concerned.

"No. I do." Cas admits, his cheeks heating. "Very much so."

"Good." Dean sounds relieved. "I'm just gonna…" He gestures behind Cas.

Cas nods and Dean shuffles behind his back, ducking beneath his wing, unnecessarily.

He hears Dean let out a breath before he feels him settle both his hands on him, one on each wing.

Cas sucks in a breath as he gently rakes his fingers through the feathers, reaching just shy of half way before placing his hands on Cas' back again and repeating the motion.

Twenty minutes later and Cas is a withering wreck. Dean hasn't petted him for such a prolonged period of time before, and he's showing no signs of stopping anytime soon.

Cas lets out another broken moan. Dean grips his feathers in response and Cas whimpers.

Dean pushes up against his back, his torso flush against Cas, and leans down to Cas' ear.

"Fuck Cas, you're so beautiful like this." He breathes.

Cas doesn't have a chance to mull that over before Dean brushes a hand down between his shoulder blades eliciting a groan from him.

He's aroused, more aroused than he's ever been and he's afraid if Dean carries on he's going to have a situation on his hands far more mortifying than a simple erection.

"Dean." He grounds out. "Stop."

Dean's hands pause in their administrations but do not retract from his wings.

"You sure?" Comes Dean's hoarse reply.

No.

"Yes."

Dean removes his hands from Cas' wings only to wrap his arms around Cas's torso and rest his chin on his shoulder.

"Do you wanna go home?" Dean rasps.

Cas' throat is so dry it takes him a moment to respond. "I think we better." He pulls his phone from his pocket and checks the time.

23:27. Just as he suspected, it's very late.

"Shit." Dean swears. Clearly, having noticed the time as well. "Mom and Dad are gonna kill us. It's a school night."

"They haven't phoned." Cas points out.

"Yeah, probably figured we'd be back by eleven thirty at the latest, but it's at least a fifteen minute drive back." Dean jumps to his feet, quickly packing away what few of the picnic snacks remain.

Cas shakes out the blanket before carefully folding it.

Carry on my wayward son, shrills through the air. Dean gives Cas a panicked look before answering his phone.

"Hey Mom….Yeah, we lost track of time. We're on our way back now….I will. Thanks Mom, love you too. Bye." Dean hangs up the phone and looks back over to Cas. "She says she'll let it slide this one time but her and Dad are headed to bed, so we gotta be quiet when we get in."

Cas nods, subtly attempting to adjust his jeans. Thankfully, he's wearing one of Dean's T Shirts that is a little too long in the body for him, so his crotch is adequately covered.

Still he holds the blanket a little lower, just to be sure.

" Right, I think that's everythin'." Dean says giving the area one last once over.

They trudge back down to the car, climb in and drive off home.

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Meh people go through a cycle of hating the ones who are currently winning. It happened with Schumacher's dominance, it happened with Sebastian Vettel, it happened with Lewis Hamilton and now it's happening with Max. If someone else starts winning all the races from tomorrow, they'll get hate too. Recency bias plays a huge role. It also doesn't help that they remember Max's first championship by the Abu Dhabi controversy (which is not a fault of lewis nor max, it was entirely to do with the fia), him being blunt af and sometimes his association with his dad and nelson piquet's daughter (nelson is a former f1 champion who's recently got fined for being racist and homophobic in Brazil) gets dragged into it.

He's also said somethings in the past that doesn't sit well. It's a mess of things really. But I will say it's easy to take things out of context, especially when they're said when someone's in the car with adrenaline pumping. It's like asking football players to play with a mic close to their mouths broadcasting everything they say to the world, it wouldn't end well. Sure it doesn't excuse slurs or whatever but yea.

Agree with the anon who said to keep racing on track and other matters separate. I personally am not fond of Max and red bull in general, but I can gladly agree that he's super talented and he's winning because he deserves it.

Yes; I think your point of view is my favourite so far lol. Everyone has issues, too, (some people have more toxic issues than others, of course), but when someone is that famous, it is much easier for the public eye to learn about their issues. We as the public can realise that perhaps there have been some wrong things that have gone on with him or any other famous person, but we also have to realise that many other people make crucial mistakes as well, and we just don't have cameras on us when it happens.

It is all hard to weigh out.

And because he's an F1 driver, the thing I'm sure he wants to be recognized most for is his talent and ability to win in racing, so it's smart to just stick with that.

See, it is okay to recognize someone's actions and words are very very wrong, but isn't fair to then immediately talk about the person like they have no worth or that they only deserve hate, especially if you don't even know them.

In my humble opinion. Of course I am always open to hearing other points of view.

#based anon 👆👆👆#thank you #alright guys im making a new tag that i should have made a long while ago #I Talk With Anons About Verstappen #there we go #formula one #f1

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theorphaninthetardis · 1 year

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Chapter Thirty-Four

The car slows to a stop, and Sophie stretches, checking the time. Her eyes widen, "Oh my gosh. It's half past midnight." She drops her head on the car's dash, "No use going home now," she shrugs.

"You're welcome to spend the night here."

She looks over at the immortal, and smiles, "Okay," she says, sounding sleepy.

Jack points his finger at her, "Hey, no sleeping until you're in my bed." He freezes, "That came out a lot more sexual than I intended."

Sophie opens the car door, and pats the side of Jack's face, "Everything sounds a lot more sexual coming out of your mouth."

He rolls his eyes, and wraps an arm around her shoulder, "Yeah, whatever, kiddo."

***

She wakes up the next morning, and yawns. Jack is nowhere to be found, and she simply shrugs. She wraps the blanket from the immortals bed around her shoulders, and trudges for the ladder.

Her head pops out of the ladder hole, and she looks around like a little meerkat. Jack watches as she squints against the light, and tugs the blanket over her head. "Morning, sleeping beauty."

She waves, and climbs the rest of the way into Jack's office. She trudges over, and wraps her arms around Jack. "I should really be going," she says, looking at the time displayed on the Captain's computer.

"I thought you were staying until the New Year."

"I was just going to get some breakfast," she mumbles, as she frees herself from the blanket.

Jack turns around in his seat, "You could just make something."

Sophie snorts, "Do you have anything in?" she asks, before hastily adding, "Besides cold pizza." Jack shakes his head. "That's what I thought. You live in the sewer and all you eat is pizza."

"Sometimes I don't eat anything at all!" he protests.

Sophie rolls her eyes, "That does not help your case. There's a little diner not far from here where I can go and grab some food." Jack sighs, and pulls a money clip out of his pocket. He removes a couple twenty pound notes, and hands them to her.

"Jack, you don't have too." she protests.

"I know, but I want to," he pushes the money to her once again. "And I figure you can pick me up something as well," he smirks.

"Yeah, alright," she smiles, and heads for the exit.

Sophie glances down at her phone as she steps onto the Plass. Starting down toward the diner, she sees that Jack texted her, asking specifically for flapjacks. She's going to respond something about him sounding all American, but glances back up to find herself in the middle of nowhere. "Well Toto," she mutters to no one in particular, "I have a feeling we're not in Kansas anymore."

A normal person would freak out, scream, throw things, maybe call the police. Sophie is not a normal person. She starts off back in the direction she came from, keeping her head on a swivel. She nearly stops dead in her tracks, as a military facility appears in front of her.

She glances around, and sees nothing for miles, except for this facility. She starts up the long gravel drive. The woman spies the sign, which says U.N.I.T in big letters. Sighing, Sophie continues up the drive.

The door comes into view, she approaches. Knocking on the large metal door, a window slides open. A man in a soldier's uniform peers through, "Can I help you, Miss?"

Sophie gives him her best smile, "I sure hope so. I'm looking for the Doctor."

His eyes widen, and then narrow slightly, "We have a lot of doctors here, Miss."

"I know that, but I'm looking for the Doctor. Dr. John Smith, your scientific advisor."

"Can I have your name?"

She rolls her eyes, "Sophia Jaclyn McCoy."

"One moment," he says, and closes the window on the door.

She leans against the wall, waiting as the soldier contacts his superiors. A minute later the door creaks open, and the soldier nods, "Welcome, Miss McCoy. The Doctor is currently out right now, but he told me to escort you to his workshop."

She nods, smiling, "Right, thank you, Corporal..."

"Bates, ma'am."

"Thank you, Corporal Bates. Lead the way then."

They go through winding hallways, each looking exactly the same. They're stark white, soldiers marching through as well. They reach a garage, laboratory type room. The TARDIS pressed into the corner, with Bessie taking up a prominent position near the centre of the room. Various technology, and mechanical bits straggled across the table. There's a wheelie chair in front of the table, and she approaches it. Corporal Bates stands in the doorway, "Can I get you anything, ma'am?"

"Could you tell me the year? I know it seems like a strange request."

"1970, ma'am. The Doctor is always going on about time travel, so you don't need to explain."

She smiles, collapsing into the chair, "Could you maybe grab me a cuppa?"

"Course. The Doctor should be back any minute."

"Thank you, Corporal Bates. And it's been lovely to meet you."

He steps out of the room, and she starts to spin in the chair, waiting for the Time Lord. She pulls out her phone, pulling up Solitaire. She's not sure how long she's playing the game, Bates coming in and dropping off the tea, before promptly returning to his post. What Sophie assumes is a half an hour later, the Time Lord walking into the room, removing his cape, hanging it on the coat rack just inside the room. Sophie, who has her legs flung over the back of the chair, looks at the Doctor from her upside down position. She waves at him, smiling.

The Time Lord stops the chair from spinning by setting a hand on the chair. "It's nice of you to drop in, Miss McCoy." She grins at him, sliding down the chair. "How exactly are you here?" he asks, as she finally flops onto the floor.

Sophie rolls over, easily standing up, shrugging. "Don't know. Was just walking through Cardiff, next thing I know I'm in the middle of nowhere. Just started walking, till I found UNIT."

"Most people would have probably started having a mental breakdown," the Time Lord tells her, as he scans the tech on the table in front of him.

"I'm not most people," she tells him, with a raised eyebrow. "I figure it has something to do with the rift in time and space that runs through the middle of Cardiff, but it's just a thought," she shrugs.

He busies himself, rifling through the tech, "Yes, that is an idea."

Sophie blinks, "Sorry, am I interrupting something important?" she asks, as he grabs a strangely shaped object off the table.

"Unfortunately, yes," he responds.

"I'm sorry my quandary seems to be inconvenient to you."

The Time Lord rolls his eyes, "We'll figure out why you're here as soon as I fix the mess that UNIT has caused."

"Fine," Sophie grumbles. The Doctor breezes back out of the lab, and Sophie resumes her place in the wheelie chair.

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Drivers are treated like we are amateurs over track limits disputes Verstappen | 2022 Hungarian Grand Prix

Max Verstappen says Formula 1’s race direction team are too reluctant to take the views of drivers on board after further complaints over track limits during qualifying for the Hungarian Grand Prix today. The Red Bull driver was one of only four who had a lap time deleted in qualifying, and it didn’t affect his starting position. However his team mate Sergio Perez had one lap time deleted, and subsequently reinstated, after flirting with the white line which marks the edge of the track at turn 15. F1’s race directors have imposed a strict and consistent definition of track limits this year and deleted any lap times where a driver has gone beyond the white line at the edge of corners. Verstappen acknowledged this had partly come about due to feedback from the drivers. However he said further confusion over track limits arose during yesterday’s drivers briefing. “Drivers last year said we have to be more clear and strict on what we were going to chase in terms of track limits,” said Verstappen. “But, for example, last night they started talking about turn 13, the exit, the dotted line is the track edge. “But there’s a kerb and a white line next to it, which for me personally is the track edge. You just have so many silly little things which make it more difficult for them to police.” He believes some of the confusion over track limits could be lessened if the race directors were more willing to take drivers’ feedback on board. “As drivers we always want to help and give our advice, but nothing is heard,” he said. “For me that’s extremely frustrating. “I don’t want to fight with them, I want to just advise them, but it seems like they don’t really care and they actually, for my thing, they look at us a bit like we are amateurs. I don’t think that’s correct.” Advert | Become a RaceFans supporter and go ad-free Verstappen said trying to enforce track limits by using cameras to judge whether a driver has crossed a line is less effective than relying on physical deterrents to impose boundaries. “Most of the time when you look at onboard cameras, most of the time the camera’s on the wrong side. So the angle looks always like you’re off, but sometimes you’re not, you’re still on. So it’s very hard. “I think we can do ourselves a favour by making it a lot easier by just adding a bit of gravel on the exits or whatever. Like Austria, for example, why do we need track limits in turn four, turn six? There’s naturally gravel and even if you go out by this much, you will penalise yourself if you just go wide. Even if you go a little wide you damage your floor anyway so your car is going slower. “So they just make it super-hard for themselves. Of course people say just ‘stay within the white line’, but that’s easier said than done. But then again, what I said about this dotted line as well, it’s just so confusing everything.” Perez was also involved in a confusing track limits decision in Austria where he took part in Q3 before the stewards realised the lap time which earned his progression from Q2 was achieved by violating track limits. They retroactively deleted all his times from that point, dropping him out of the top 10 on the grid. “I just think that the system is not really up to it,” said Perez. “We have to review it and see how we can move better forwards to have some more consistency.” Advert | Become a RaceFans supporter and go ad-free 2022 Hungarian Grand Prix Browse all 2022 Hungarian Grand Prix articles via RaceFans - Independent Motorsport Coverage https://www.racefans.net

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All I Ask ; Rafe Cameron (Part 2)

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#Part 2

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Pairing: Rafe Cameron x reader

Summary: Reader finds herself in the arms of her best friend’s brother after finding her boyfriend cheating on her

Warnings: Swearing, cheating, hella angst, JJ being an extreme asshole

A/N: you guys are truly amazing. thank you so much for the countless amount of love & support for my last works, i love you!

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“Hey,” he said softly. “You’re okay?”

(Y/N) emitted a laugh, her eyes focusing on the road, but her mind was somewhere else. She cleared her throat, “Um, I don’t think so.”

“Want to talk about it?” he said, and she noticed the grogginess behind his voice. She felt bad now, knowing that she had woken him up, but she was desperate for someone.

She couldn’t go to the pogues; her only friends, not when they knew. They knew all along about Kie and JJ but they didn’t try to talk to her. She thought about Pope, how he had looked so nervous around her since a month ago and how she had thought of it as nothing more than anxiety for his new upcoming scholarship application.

(Y/N) groaned, tightening her fingers around the steering wheel. Why had she been so naive? Why couldn’t she realize the signs sooner?

“Are you okay?” Rafe asked, suddenly jolting up from his bed when he realized how quiet she has gotten. Ever since they got close 4 years ago, there was never a long silence between them as (Y/N) always has a random topic to discuss about. He would tell her that he doesn’t care, but he truly likes the new information she’ll give him.

Like how the word ‘who’ is the oldest English word in the world.

“Like, the owl?” he asked, scrunching his face. (Y/N) rolled her eyes, licking the slowly melting ice cream, and Rafe had a sudden thought of stealing her snack.

“No. God, you’re stupid. It’s who.”

“Yeah, the owl,” he grunted, thinking hard. (Y/N) looked at him with her bored eyes again, and Rafe took a quick glance at the dripping ice cream.

“No, Rafe, that’s woo. I’m talking about who.”

“You should write it.”

Rafe watched as she used her pointer to write the word ‘who’ on the table using her ice cream. Rafe laughed, finally understanding the joke, and he smiled wider when she returned a grin.

“No,” her voice croaked, and she could feel her tears slowly rolling down her red cheeks. God, she felt stupid. Why would she cry over stupid stuff like this? She had told Rafe before that she couldn’t understand why Bella Swan was too sad over Edward’s flight, saying how Bella had Jacob all along to help her get over him. Rafe rolled his eyes at this statement, muttering something along the words of ‘this is a movie’, ‘Edward is hotter’, and ‘Jacob look like that cashier guy at the hardware store’.

But she understood everything clearly now because she too, felt like staying in her room for the rest of her life.

“What happened? Do you need me to pick you up?” Rafe asked again, finally standing up from his bed and walking towards his bedside table to retrieve his car keys. He rubbed his eyes, still so tired, but he wanted to make sure she was safe.

“It’s alright, Rafe, you don’t have to pick me up, it’s just, um-” she took a deep breath, “Can I come over?”

Rafe stopped in his tracks, not sure if he had heard her right. He waited for a few seconds, “Huh?”

“Can I come over?” (Y/N) bit her lips, making a turn towards the road heading to Figure 8 from the Cut. The road was deserted, and she looked at the dashboard to check on the time.

2.43 a.m.

“Yeah, sure, um, when are you coming? I just have to wait for you, so you know the new passcode of the backdoor.”

“You guys changed it already?” she asked, and she was surprised to find a smile creeping onto her face. “When was the last time I came over? 2 months ago?”

“9,” Rafe muttered, “But it’s okay. I’ll wait for you, okay?”

“Okay,” she released a breath, “Thank you, Rafe.”

“Yeah,” was all he said before ending the line.

Maybe she did missed him.

When she arrived before the white building of the Camerons’ household, she could see a figure sitting on the front porch, bending over something that (Y/N) assumed to be a phone.

Rafe was mindlessly playing Candy Crush, just starting on his third level when he heard a car door being shut. He jumped to his feet, ready to greet the girl, but stopped in his tracks when he saw the state of her.

She was still in her party clothes, her (H/C) hair in a messy ponytail and her makeup all smudged. He tried to think of a joke, wanting to lighten up the mood, but his deed was interrupted when she finally had him in a tight hug.

“Whoa,” Rafe exclaimed, putting his arms around her waist. He let her stayed in that position for a few more seconds, liking the warmth, and finally parted after he cleared his throat.

“What’s wrong?”

“I, um-” she sighed, not looking into his eyes. “I got cheated on.”

Rafe was glued to his spot as he watched her wiped her tears with her sleeve, looking down to her glittery blue slippers. He couldn’t remember the amount of times he had prayed for his (Y/N) and JJ to call it off, but he didn’t hope for any kind of cheating to occur.

“I’m so sorry,” Rafe said, pulling her into a hug again. He rested his chin against the top of her head, letting the scent of strawberry wafted into his nostrils. (Y/N) cried against his chest, her face all scrunched up, and when she pulled away for the second time, she noticed the tear stains on his shirt.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry,” she rushed, trying to remove the stain using her fingers even though she knew it was impossible. She was too tired to think logically; she felt like laying in bed and watching Love Island until the day she dies.

“You’re still stupid, even when you’re all fucked up,” Rafe sighed, but he watched her from the corners of his eyes in case his words had struck her, but she looked like she understood the joke. She smiled weakly, pulling on the hem of her dress that had rode up down.

“Come on, let’s get you cleaned up,” he said, pulling her by her wrist as he guided her through the backdoor to his room. He showed her the new passcode proudly, mouthing how it was his birthday date this time, and (Y/N) had emitted a small laugh.

Screw maybe, she did missed him.

“And still a mess,” she sighed, plopping onto Rafe’s blue bedsheet as she took a look around the room. The painting of a random boat in the middle of an ocean was still askewed, and his trash can were piling up. She made a face, pointing at the cause of disturbance.

“You have to clean that.”

“Sorry I couldn’t let you stay in our five stars suite, ma’am,” he said, finding an old t-shirt in his cupboard. “You know, since you barged in this hotel at this time, all there’s left is the 3 stars suite.”

“You’re calling this a 3 stars suite?” she laughed, tilting her head to one side. “Rafe, this room can’t even be rated.”

“Whatever,” he pulled out a yellow t-shirt, putting it aside before looking for a new pair of boxers. “Is your room still pink with that weird strawberry pound cake smell?”

“Yeah,” she laughed, crossing her legs. She was glad there were no crumbs on the bed, or else she would rather sleep in her car. “And that smell’s great. My sensory organs are blocked by all the dust you’re collecting in here.”

Rafe grinned, liking how she was back to her old self, and handed her the pair of boxers and the yellow t-shirt. (Y/N) muttered a quick thanks, her feet lightly padding against the carpeted floor towards his bathroom. She closed the door, leaning against the sink, watching her reflection in the mirror.

She did look miserable, and her eyes were all red and puffy. She always hate how puffy her eyes would get after a nice session of crying, having to endure the pain of soothing it down again.

She shook her head, not wanting to spend anymore time thinking about JJ or Kie or the pogues who had betrayed her, and tried to reach for the zip of her dress. After a few good tries she sighed, relaxing her cramped arms. The familiar yet uneasy pain coursed through her veins, and without wanting to abuse herself anymore, she turned the doorknob.

“Rafe? Can you help me?”

“Huh? Yeah,” he came to the door, closing his eyes before he halted right in front of the object. “Are you naked?”

“No, can’t seem to be, too. Can you help me unzip?”

Rafe opened his eyes, feeling his heartbeat quickening, and with trembling hands, slowly unzipped her dress and stopping directly at the curve of her bottoms, silently admiring the view.

He cleared his throat, shaking his head at the childish behaviour he just found himself in. “Yeah, done.”

“Thanks, Rafe,” she smiled, and turned to close the door again. Rafe listened to her breathing in the bathroom for a few more seconds, knowing how hard she was trying to ignore the aching feeling eating off of her. He wished he could take her pain away an make it his, knowing that at least he’ll have an excuse to snort more coke to ‘forget the pain’.

When she got out of the bathroom, Rafe had to stop himself from drooling over her in his shirt and boxers. She always look good, but she had never looked better in nothing but his yellow shirt and his boxers.

Rafe closed the light, remembering how she hates sleeping with any form of light either it’s tiny or big, and settled himself on the sofa. He wanted to give her space, not wanting to rush anything, knowing how tired she must felt from all the things she had to endure today.

“Rafe, we’re not 10. You can sleep on the same bed as I am,” she sighed, turning to face the other side. Rafe stood up, thanking the gods above, and settled for his new room.

“We never sleep in the same bed before,” he said, pulling the covers to shield himself from the cold. (Y/N) snorted at this statement, still not looking at him or even turning to face him.

The closest thing they have done to sleep right next to each other was in the car during a road trip, and when they woke up, they were both throwing disgusted faces and pretending to vomit.

“Stop it, you guys look stupid,” Sarah groaned, giving them a quick look over her shoulder. Rafe pulled his middle finger from under the blanket he was sharing with (Y/N), causing her to snort and struggling to hide her laugh.

. . .

“So yeah, that’s how you hit it.”

“You’re bluffing,” (Y/N) rolled her eyes, taking over the club and watching the small hole in the distance, squinting her eyes. She took a step back, licked her teeth, and gave Topper the club back.

“See? I told you I’m right!” he exclaimed happily, clasping his hands together. He returned to the game, focusing on his goal, and hit the golf ball.

“That’s fine, I guess,” (Y/N) announced when he came back to the resting area, “For beginners.”

Rafe snorted, downing his mineral water before handing Topper the same bottle. Topper grunted at him, muttering how it’s unhygienic, but he took a full swing of it anyways, being so thirsty after sitting under the sun for hours long.

“We’re glad you’re back with us, (Y/N),” Topper smiled, removing his cap and fanning himself with the clothing. He opened his mouth to say something, but when he looked at Rafe’s expression, he quickly shut his mouth.

He wanted to ask her if she ever missed their old clique when she was with the pogues, but Rafe knew better. It had been 3 weeks since the incidence, and she had been doing so well in coping with the situation. They had been inseparable ever since, always attached to the hips everywhere they go; he couldn’t let one tiny mistake slip that can cause her another breakdown.

“Hey,” Kelce jogged to them, smiling apologetically at Rafe and Topper before placing a quick kiss on (Y/N) ‘s cheeks. (Y/N) smiled, knowing how sweet and gentle Kelce is, almost glad he still does the same thing to her even after they had not been hanging out for a year.

“You’re not dressed for the occasion,” Topper rolled his eyes, “And late. We’re already packing up, man.”

“I know, but I’m wondering if you guys would like to listen to Cage The Elephant this evening by the beach,” he explained, still heaving from his previous activity. He had drove straight from his home to the country club after getting 4 tickets to the show, excited to show his friends what he had gotten for her.

(Y/N) snorted, throwing her arms into the air. “Fuck off, Kelce. There’s no way they’re coming down to Obx.”

Kelce sighed, taking out his phone before showing her the proof in his photos. (Y/N) grinned, trying to contain herself, and looked at Rafe who seemed to be smiling as well.

“Thanks, Kelce,” she laughed, pulling him into a hug. They made her happy, and all the negative thoughts she had about them during her brief friendship with the pogues suddenly evaporating into the air. She squealed, jumping wildly, and she swore she has never felt this happy before.

Just them four. Like the old times.

Four hours later, (Y/N) took a step back when they arrived at the beach, the memory of what happened three weeks ago suddenly rewinding in her head. Rafe noticed how quiet she had been, and pulled her aside while Topper and Kelce went to check on the stage.

“Are you okay?”

(Y/N) bit her lips, nodding. She ran her fingers over the penguin charm Rafe had gotten her a week prior, saying how it resembles him when he sees her. (Y/N) rolled her eyes at him during that surprising moment, touched yet confused at the story behind the penguin charm.

“Okay. Do you need a drink?” he asked again, staring into her eyes. She shook her head, wetting her lips and putting on her usual smile. Rafe grinned at her, muttering how she’s doing so good, all while guiding her towards their two other friends.

“(Y/N)?”

(Y/N) turned to look at the source, not thinking much. She almost fell to the ground when she saw the person responsible, but Rafe still had his arms around her. He turned to check on her again, but followed her gaze when he noticed she was staring at the opposite direction.

“What the fuck?” Rafe yelled, pushing JJ’s chest with so much anger that he toppled over to John B. Sarah yelped, pulling Kie to her side, watching as her brother walked towards them furiously.

“Chill, man, I just want to talk to her,” he said, taking a deep breath. He noticed the crowd starting to notice them, and his eyes landed on a certain girl who was held up by Topper and Kelce, both asking if she was okay.

“Fuck off, pogue,” Rafe said, his eyes stern as he stared over JJ and his group of friends. “You have nothing to say to her.”

As he turned to return to his friends, his chest heaving from the near-fight he almost encounter with JJ, he bended to (Y/N)’s height to check on her state. Her eyes were glassy, her face red.

“So you’re fucking them all now like a whore?” JJ shouted, loud enough for everyone else around them to gasp, and some already had their phones out. (Y/N) was shocked at this statement, frozen on her feet, not knowing what on earth would make JJ say that to her.

He was never mean to her, even when they had a fight. He yelled at her sometimes, sure, but she had been the one yelling first. He never called her anything of that sort, not even during sex, where she had given him her full consent.

“You’re crazy,” she muttered, her lips trembling. “Go to hell.”

“No, no, because it has always been easy for you, right? You broke up with me, got on with Rafe, leave your own friends and come back to the country clubs?” he laughed, and she flinched at his words. If JJ had meant the pogues as her friends, then he was totally wrong.

“Fuck off, pogue,” Topper stepped out, and before he could finish his sentence, JJ landed a full punch on his face, causing him to fall onto the ground with a thud.

(Y/N) screamed, getting to his side as Rafe returned JJ’s gesture. Topper laid on the ground with his nose starting to bleed, causing (Y/N) to panic while she rummaged through Rafe’s backpack he had left on the ground for clean tissues.

Topper groaned, keep wanting to get up, but (Y/N) held him in place, not letting her friend go and hurt himself more just for her. She cried while she tried to wipe the blood, hearing the fight behind her.

“Fuck you! You stupid pogue! You should be in jail like your dad!”

Something cracked in JJ as he yelled something back in pure anger. He punched, kicked, slapped and hit Rafe who was already on the ground, spitting blood.

“JJ! That’s enough,” Pope pulled him back, trying to contain the wild animal as he thrashed to escape. He yelled more curses at Rafe while Pope tried his best to pull him away, obviously not done with hitting the boy laying on the ground.

(Y/N) cried, running towards Rafe’s side, cupping his face and looking into his swollen eyes. She groaned when Rafe’s laugh filled the air, not believing how he was still joking in a state like this.

“I’m okay,” he said, his breath ragged. “Don’t cry. I’m okay.”

Rafe stood up slowly and looked at the direction of the still thrasing JJ, hearing his muffled shouts with his arms around (Y/N) ‘s waist. He held her close as she sobbed into his shoulder, still trembling.

“Let’s go home?” he asked, and (Y/N) didn’t need to be told twice to follow him into his car. As disappointed as she was that she didn’t get the chance to see her favourite band, she wanted to take care of Rafe, who had been there since the day she found out about Kie and JJ.

The clock struck 12 in the morning and the grandfather clock in the living room chimed as Rafe groaned, feeling a certain girl with trembling hands and tired eyes gently wiping a cotton pad across his cut.

“Fuck! I said slowly,” he grunted, closing his eyes to decrease the pain. (Y/N) bit her lips, trying to concentrate all the while trying to contain her laugh. He hissed again when she dabbed on his cut, this time with his fingers gripping tightly around her wrist.

“I said slowly.”

“I’m doing it slow, asshole,” she smiled, and felt him softened when she finally threw the last cotton pad. She pulled the covers to his chin, fixing the front part of hair before going to the bathroom to wash her hands. When she came back, she found him still awake with his eyes wide open, staring at the ceiling.

“I really need you to sleep,” she sighed, “To heal your pretty face.”

Rafe grinned and though (Y/N) tried her hardest not to smile back, she couldn’t deny the warm feeling settling in the pits of her stomach.

“You think I’m pretty?”

There was no use denying it anymore.

“Yeah,” she shrugged, getting into the space beside him. “Even when you are all fucked up.”

(Y/N) could sense his smile even when she didn’t look at him, knowing how soft he usually end up being when she compliments him. She turned to look at him.

“Are you serious about not wanting a girlfriend?”

Rafe turned to look at her, his eyebrows raised. His insides exclaimed happily, liking the way his words had struck her. He meant what he said, but that statement didn’t apply to (Y/N).

“Why?”

“Just asking,” she shrugged, and made a move to touch his cut. He hissed, feeling a sharp pain soaring in him, but she looked so peaceful trying to figure out his wound.

“You can kiss them to make them feel better,” he grinned, and watched as she groaned, trying to hide her face against the pillow. Rafe laughed, and turned the lamp beside him off, knowing that he shouldn’t push it and leave her be.

Just as he was about to drift into a peaceful sleep, he felt her soft lips against his, to which it was quick and gentle before she pulled away, giggling.

“4 years.”

“Huh?” (Y/N) questioned, still smiling from the kiss she just initiated a few seconds ago. She couldn’t contain herself; he looked so peaceful, so sweet, and so handsome. She didn’t know why she hadn’t kissed him sooner.

“I waited for that since 4 years ago.”

“Now you’re just pushing it, Rafe.”

Rafe grinned against the darkness, and felt his heart soaring. “Can we kiss again?”

“Tomorrow,” she stated, and Rafe laughed.

Tomorrrow. The next day. Next week.

He didn’t care - as long as he will finally have her by his side.

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