#livvy lives au

[pyreshe]

if i found a fc i vibed with for vincent i would ABSOLUTELY make him a sideblog,

#tbh livvy's fc was something of a happy accident but i maintain the hc that livvy looks more like her dad #and i would Also like for him to have older resources (30+) for au's where he lives #i am just picky af with this sort of thing

[vivwritesfics]

Hooked On A Feeling

Aus Grand Prix Special

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AUS GP, 2025 (two years after the beginning of the story):

You don't you stress until you've tried to wrangle two hyperactive seven year olds into a car. "Liv, c'mon. We're going to see you dad."

For the fifth time, Olivia climbed out of the car. She ran back towards the house for something she definitely didn't need. "Muuuuum," Milo called from the back seat. "Can we go now?"

"One second, Milo," Y/N called as she put their things in the trunk of the car. As soon as she shut the door of the trunk she was back in the house, calling for Olivia. "Liv, let's go!" She called up the stairs.

"But I need my hat!"

When Y/N arrived at Olivia's bedroom she was searching through her drawers. "What hat, Livvy?" She asked as she searched through the top of her wardrobe, where Olivia couldn't reach.

"The one uncle Lando got me for Christmas," she said.

Y/N knew exactly what hat Olivia was looking for. It was custom made bucket hat, made to match Daniels helmet with a 3 on the top. Olivia had worn it for every race they had attended, had almost lost it in the wind at Bahrain.

Y/N knew exactly where the hat was. Olivia had taken it in for show and tell at school and it was still in her bag. She pulled it out of the flower decorated bag and handed it to Olivia. "Ready to go now?"

She nodded and followed her future step-mom down to the car. While Y/N locked the front door, Olivia climbed into the back of the car beside Milo. Y/N climbed into the drivers seat and the three of them set off.

The year before the four of them had travelled to the Grand Prix together. Daniel had driven, singing along to the music Y/N had put on. It was one of her favourite memories. This year he had driven up with Scotty James. She couldn't be mad, she had seen the videos of them having so much fun posted all over social media.

As they drove along, the music stopped and her phone started ringing through the hands free system in the car. Y/N used the button on her steering wheel to answer and Daniels voice came through. "Hi honey, are you guys on your way?" He asked.

"We're about half an hour away, Danny," she called. From the back of the car the kids let out a chorus of 'hi's'. "Are we meeting you at the Red Bull hospitality?"

"Yeah, hun. Max and I are waiting."

There was a quiet hi, from someone Y/N could only assume was Max. "Tell him we all say hello," she said to her fiancé, who quickly passed on the message.

"Baby, I've got to go," he said. "Love you guys!"

"Love you too!" The three of them replied before the call ended.

Just as she had said, they arrived at the hotel half an hour later. They could have stayed home and watched the live coverage, but they wanted to give Daniel as much support as they could, so Daniel got himself booked into a hotel room with enough space for all of them.

He had been there since Wednesday, due to media duties and such. Y/N stayed back to work and get the kids to and from school. But they had all taken the Friday off to watch the first of the practices from the Red Bull garage.

They checked themselves into the hotel room, getting the key Daniel had left by the front desk, and headed to the track. There was no point in driving, and it was close enough that they could walk.

Milo and Olivia led the way to the track. Y/N made sure they all stayed together as they walked. It was incredibly busy as they pushed their way through towards the paddock.

Actually, it was Scotty that spotted them. He waved Y/N over and she moved the kids through the crowd, towards him. With Scotty's help, they got into the paddock. "You have much traffic on the way up here?" Scotty asked as he led the three of them over to the Red Bull Garage.

She shook her head. "Not until this point," she said, keeping one eye on the kids as they led the way once again. They were just too excited, there was no point containing them. "How is he feeling?"

It was Daniel's second year back in the Red Bull, and everybody knew he was nervous. He had seen just how quickly Red Bull had tossed their other drivers to the side. He'd managed to secure a contract for another year, but that could all change with the snap of someone's fingers.

They got to the hospitality unit, where Daniel was waiting outside. He took pictures for fans and signed the things that were shoved in his face. Staff parted the fans like the red sea to allow Y/N, Scotty and the kids through.

Olivia immediately ran to her father. "Badger!" He called as he hugged her.

He held his other arm out for Milo, who joined the hug. "Hi dad," he said, grinning.

Milo didn't realise what he had said, not right away. And Daniel sure wasn't going to make a big deal out of it. It was Olivia who giggled at her future brother. "You just called him dad," she laughed, and Milo's face scrunched up in embarrassment.

"No I didn't," he insisted.

"Yes you did! Yes you did!"

But Milo went running to his mother. Olivia let go of her dad and went inside of the hospitality unit to find her Uncle Max. Daniel turned his attention to his bride to be. "My lady," he said as she stepped towards him.

"Danny." She was aware of the cameras on the two of them as she stepped towards him. Flashes went off, videos were recorded on fans phones as she pressed her lips against his and wrapped her arms around his neck.

The two of them never had much a chance at privacy. There very first kiss all those years ago was televised. They'd tried, to give her and the kids a normal life, but their attempts were futile. They'd given up.

With his hand on the small of her back, Daniel let her and Milo into the hospitality unit. "Are you hungry?" He asked, immediately going to fix her and Milo something to eat. He would have gotten Olivia something, but she was eating a muffin as she spoke to her uncle Max, no doubt about karting.

The family of four spent what time they could together before Daniel jumped in the number 3 Red Bull car for the first practice session. This one wasn't about speed, Y/N had come to learn. It was about testing different set ups, not about setting the fastest time.

FP2 that afternoon was about showing what you could do. And Danny did. Y/N, Olivia and Milo watched on as Daniel set the fastest time in FP2 over and over again. He and Max raced each other. Not in the literal sense, but it was a competition between the two of who could get the fastest lap.

After FP2 they were free to head back to the hotel. Daniel drove them back to the hotel. While Milo and Olivia took turns in showering and getting changed for dinner, Y/N and Daniel laid together. He sat on the bed and she laid against him, her hand against his racing heart. "How are you feeling about tomorrow?" She asked quietly.

Daniel sucked in a breath. The smile that played on his face wasn't a smile at all. It was more of a grimace as he looked up at the ceiling. "Nervous, definitely. But I'm glad you guys are gonna be there to support," he said and leaned down to kiss her.

They had a lovely dinner that night. It wasn't often that all four of them got to go out and do things like this, not with Daniels racing schedule. They had a wonderful time. The kids ordered whatever they wanted, which meant the biggest deserts in the place. Daniel was a lot stricter with what he was eating, considering it was a race weekend.

After their dinner, the four of them headed back to the hotel. Bellies full and incredibly happy, they quickly fell asleep. Daniel held Y/N through the night. He missed her on race weekends like this.

She woke up first. Bile rose in her throat and she struggled out of Daniels grip. As she had every morning since Wednesday, she got up and ran to the bathroom to throw up.

In the close quarters of the hotel room, everybody could hear what was happening in the bathroom. They all woke up to the sounds of Y/N throwing up into the toilet. Daniel was up and out of bed in an instant. He raced to her and immediately held her hair out of her face, rubbing her back soothingly as she heaved.

"Baby," Daniel said softly as she sat back on her heels and wiped her mouth. Tears touched her eyelashes, as they always did when she threw up.

Daniel opened his arms, but she didn't throw herself into them. Instead she washed her face and cleaned her teeth, just as she had every other morning. "C'mon, Y/N, speak to me," he said softly.

She shut her eyes, steadying herself against the sink. "I think I'm just sick," she said and turned to walked out of the bathroom.

But Daniel stopped her. He grabbed her arm softly and pulled her into his embrace, his hand moving up and down her back. "You'd tell me if... right?"

She nodded her head, letting herself rest against him.

They didn't see the two little heads peaking into the bathroom. "Mum?" Milo called, somewhat timidly. Daniel hadn't heard him speak like this in years.

Y/N and Daniel pulled away from each other. They looked at the kids as they walked into the bathroom. "Is everything okay?" Olivia asked, eyes holding concern.

Both she and Daniel nodded. "It's nothing to worry about, guys. I promise." she said.

They all stayed in the bathroom just a minute longer. Y/N was the first to leave. They all followed her out and crawled back into their beds.

But Y/N and Daniel didn't sleep. They laid there, waiting for the kids to fall asleep before Y/N turned towards him. "I think I should go and get a pregnancy test," she whispered, snuggling close to his chest.

Daniel couldn't hide the way his face lit up.

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#daniel ricciardo #daniel ricciardo imagine #daniel ricciardo x reader #daniel ricciardo fluff #daniel ricciardo smut #daniel ricciardo x reader smut #daniel ricciardo x you #dr3 #dr3 imagine #dr3 x reader #f1 #formula one #f1 imagine #formula 1 #f1 x reader #formula one x reader #formula one imagine #formula 1 x reader #formula 1 imagine

[ghostfacd]

THIRD TIME’S THE CHARM! | JACK HUGHES

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author’s note: this was in my drafts for the longest time but it’s finally out the dungeon! give a warm welcome to the newest member of the hughes, kayleigh ‘ky’ hughes 🫶 i might have to change my tag for ollie & daisy’s world to rory n jack instead!

ylerory third times a charm! 🎀 (p.s, third pic is when i told jack we were having another one!)

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jackhughes me and ollie are outnumbered!

elblue0 did jim and i just let out a scream? yes we did!!!!! call us as soon as you can

lhughes_06 i get godfather this time right?

ylerory you know it moosey!

trevorzegras the Hughes girlies are takin over

jackhughes they really are

trevorzegras wait so that means you two..

ylerory ZEGRAS STOP IT

quinnhughes already love her

user1 JACK’S FACE 😭😭

user2 yn and jack really continuing the hughes line

ylerory we told dais and ollie that they’re having a baby sister! daisy obviously doesn’t know what’s going on but ollie was the most excited boy ever, i already can tell he’s gonna be such a good brother to kayleigh 🫶 as for jack, he’s currently soaking up all the time he can with ollie and daisy (as you can see him in daisy’s crib! get outtt!) before the baby comes and we become too busy!

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quinnhughes tell that musty man to leave dais’s crib

jackhughes that ‘muStY MaN’ is daisy’s father!

trevorzegras kayleigh? we get a baby name reveal?

ylerory 🥸🥸

user1 their kids are so cute, i can already tell the third one is gonna get all the beauty genes

user2 oh to be yn lerory hughes and have 3 kids with the most finest man ever.

user3 daisy is so cute!! cant wait to see her be a big sister

elblue0 oh ollie has grown so much 🥹 his blue eyes

livvyhughes soaking up all the time i have left with my sissy in law before the new baby comes! i was her first child actually so :’)

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ylerory aw olivia, i love you so much. yes you and gabe were my first children, and you guys STILL ARE!!

gabeperreault 🫡🫡 you know it!

jackhughes ehhh whatever

ylerory one day you will have children livvy and our kids can become best friends!

lhughes_06 woah woah woah not anytime soon

user1 luke’s reply 😭😭

user2 jack’s sister and yn’s relationship is so cute, i love them

user3 livvy and rory is the ultimate duo, forget jack

user4 so real

elblue0 my daughters 💓

jackhughes dear yn “rory” lerory hughes, i’ve said this before and i’ll say it a million times again if I have to: thank you for bringing me happiness and for giving me the most precious gifts; ollie, daisy, and now our beloved kayleigh. i couldn’t ask for a better wife and best friend. i will love you in this life and in all the other lives we’ll have (yes, the last photo is of me telling my family members that we’re having another addition to the fam! 🏅)

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ylerory way to make a pregnant woman cry Hughes!

lhughes_06 nothing but love for u and rory

quinnhughes the sister and best friend we never knew we needed

ylerory quinnier 🥲🥲🥲

livvyhughes okay sap this was cute but i want more rory content!

user1 REALL miss olivia always speaking facts

ylerory haha just message me and ill send all my recent photos!!

#ollie & daisy’s world! 🌎 #jack hughes #jack hughes au #jack hughes x oc #jack hughes angst #jack hughes blurb #jack hughes fanfiction #jack hughes fic #jack hughes x reader #jack hughes fluff #jack hughes imagine #jack hughes smut #jack hughes insta edit #nhl insta edit

[venerex]

hers

part of the svthub collab

pairing: jeonghan x f!reader

word count: 2.3k

contains: camcouple, orgasm denial, overstimulation, use of a sex toy (vibrator), intercourse (unprotected; assume use of other contraceptive methods), mentions of tattoos

a/n: in true livvie fashion, i took a brief and added established relationship dynamic. this is camcouple au rather than camboy au, hope you enjoy it!

"ah, ah, baby. keep your legs open, don't want to keep everyone from seeing how you clench, mm?"

you whimper at jeonghan's chiding words but obey, parting your legs again, letting the camera capture your desperately clenching cunt. his hands rest on your thighs as you lean back on his shoulder, feeling his lips press a soft kiss on the side of your head. he's edged you three times now, and you're beginning to lose focus.

you and jeonghan have some rather unusual hobbies, the strangest one of them being the one you're currently engaged in - camming. the two of you realized early on in your relationship that you enjoy being filmed while having sex, and you ventured into camming a little while later. it had taken some research and experimentation to figure out the best way to enjoy the activity while remaining anonymous (neither of you wants to be recognized for your illicit performances), and now you run a modest channel where you broadcast your bedroom activities semi-regularly.

"won't you read the comments, baby?", his hands rub your thighs soothingly as you catch your breath, "see how much they like it".

you nod and manage to focus on the laptop screen, the bright letters stating "herhannie is live now!" making your heart flutter, like it did when jeonghan suggested the username. the two of you had decided to use "hannie" and "baby" (and sometimes "angel", when jeonghan can't help himself) to refer to each other, seeing as hannie is a common enough nickname that jeonghan can't be identified by it. a camboy you had consulted had warned you against using the possessive username, saying it might turn off viewers.

the advice only made it more appealing to you, though. jeonghan was yours, and you wanted to be possessive. so herhannie stayed.

your eyes catch the usernames you recognize, and you read the comments of your regular viewers. one catches your eye, and you read it out loud.

dinosauras: watching this with my gf rn, she thinks you're super hot

"ah, thanks", you giggle, feeling jeonghan smile against your neck, "that's so cute! me and - and hannie used to watch couples too!".

jeonghan nips at your ear and you pout, sighing when he laves his tongue softly to soothe the sting.

"that was close", he chuckles, "almost gave me away, baby".

the buzz of the vibrator fills the room, and the toy touches your clit before you can respond.

"thought i'm 'hannie' when we're here, mm?", his arm around your waist tightens as you squirm, feeling your orgasm closing in, "your hannie, right?"

what a dick. he knows the affect the words have on you, and he's pulling away the vibrator a second before your orgasm hits - denying you for the fourth time that night. both his hands wrap around you to keep you still as you squirm, tearful moans escaping your lips.

his murmured praises in your ear help you calm down, his chest against your back grounding you to reality. when you started experimenting with denial, jeonghan used to check in every time you seemed in pain - but he knows better now. he knows how much you enjoy it, and he trusts you to stop him when you don't.

"can you read some comments, baby?", jeonghan's voice is soft, but you're sure the microphone catches it, "i'll let you come after you do, mm?"

"okay", you clear your throat, one eye catching jeonghan reaching for the bottle of water beside the bed, "yeah".

you accept the bottle with a small smile and take a sip, reading the comments while you swallow. you almost spit out the liquid when a few comments catch your eye:

sundaywhoring: whats that on your thigh?

bigdk: are you hurt?

you angle your head to look at the side of your upper thigh, where body tape covers a small patch of skin. jeonghan hums contemplatively before whispering "i think we can say it, if you're okay with it" in your ear.

"well", you smile, feeling a flush come up your neck, "hannie and i got matching tattoos last week".

the chat erupts, a mixture of "ugh" and "omg so cute!" filling up the screen.

"i know", jeonghan's voice is cheerful, and you catch a hint of boastfulness, "we're disgusting".

you giggle and lean your head back, humming contently as you feel jeonghan nuzzle your neck.

"i think i should make you come now", his hands slip down to caress your inner thighs, not yet touching you where you want.

"i think that's a great idea", your voice is slightly breathless, "i agree".

"is that right?", he slaps your thigh lightly, shushing you when you whimper, "oh, i'm glad. i would hate to disappoint you, angel".

two fingers slip around the lips of your cunt and press against each other, effectively putting pressure on your clit - enough to drive you crazy, but not enough to give you any satisfaction.

"where's my tattoo?", his other hand reaches for the vibrator, "well, that's only for my baby to know".

someone must've asked the location of his tattoo. you barely finish the thought before the vibrator touches your clit, jeonghan's arm quickly wrapping around you as you shake, your orgasm hitting you in record time.

"it's okay, baby", the vibrator presses harder, "you've been so good. come for me".

his words send you off the edge and you explode, mewling his nickname loudly as you press against his chest, his length digging into your lower back. he keeps the toy on your nub as you ride out your orgasm, feeling spurred on by the praises he coos for everyone to hear. soon enough, the pleasure of the buzz turns into the sting of overstimulation, and you whine for jeonghan to stop.

"you did so good", jeonghan discards the vibrator, "such a good girl, mm? always so good for me".

you hum shakily and turn your head slightly to meet jeonghan's eyes, kissing him softly, feeling warm when his hand reaches up to cup your cheek.

"good?", he whispers, not caring about being audible to the audience.

"yeah", you clear your throat, making sure your next words are loud enough for the mic to catch them, "love you".

jeonghan laughs and turns his head to the side to check the viewfinder, making sure your heads are still out of frame.

"love you too, baby", he turns back and nudges his nose against yours, "always".

you face the laptop to read off some comments, not surprised at the number of donation messages visible in the chat. you and jeonghan had turned off the chat and donation notifications long ago, finding the sounds a nuisance. even without the pinging though, you know your viewers enjoy moments of intimacy between you and your lover.

you decide to answer a personal question.

hawsaw: how long have the two of you been together btw

"well", jeonghan parts your legs slightly, his hands inching towards your cunt, "i think like, 3 years?"

"mm mm", a finger circles your clit, and you feel his smile against your shoulder at your sharp breath, "something like that".

"hannie", you whine when his finger slips down to press against your entrance, "please".

"please what, baby? use your words"

"feel so - ", you gasp when he adds another finger to circle your entrance, "so empty".

"what do you want me to do?", his fingers enter your cunt, wiggling slightly, "is this what you want?"

"yes", you gasp, "no - fuck. want your cock, hannie".

"oh, really?", his fingers curve, hitting your sensitive spot in practiced come-hither motions, making you groan, "you sure this isn't what you want? you seem to like it so much".

"no, please", your hand wraps around his wrist, "please, please. want your cock, hannie".

jeonghan stays silent, continuing to finger you.

"please, hannie", you whimper, barely able to think, "feel so empty. please, want your cock".

"shh. okay, baby", he withdraws his fingers, bringing them to his mouth and moaning at the taste, "i'll fuck you, yeah?"

he urges you to lift up, his hands gently guiding you to sit on his cock. both of you moan at the feeling, staying in the position while you get used to the stretch.

"you're so warm, angel", jeonghan gushes, "and so wet - fuck".

you chuckle breathlessly, bleary eyes barely taking in the comments pouring in.

tigerlovegrr: she looks so fucked out, even without the face

"ah, is that so", you turn to see the viewfinder and clench at the visual. user tigerlovegrr is right - your body is lax against jeonghan's and you're visibly trembling. you do look fucked out.

"just needed my cock. isn't that right, baby?", jeonghan lifts his hips slightly and you moan, his cock nestling further inside you, "i expect an answer when i ask a question, baby".

"y-yes", he circles his hips and you fight to keep your train of thought, "needed your cock, hannie. so empty".

"that's right, baby", his breath stutters as you clench around him, "can you fuck yourself on me, baby? give everyone a show?"

you nod and lift yourself up, slamming back on jeonghan's length, both of your moans filling up the room. his hands hold your hips and help you ride him while he bucks his hips up in a dance the two of you have perfected. one of his hands reaches out to the side and then presses a cold object in your hand - it's the vibrator, still slick from earlier.

"put it on your clit, baby", he turns it on, "make yourself come".

"but hannie", you moan when he moves your hand to the apex of your thighs, pushing your hand to press the toy against your cunt, "sensitive. so - so sensitive".

"i know, angel", he coos, his hand still on yours, "but i want you to come, mm? you can do it, you're such a good girl".

you nod tearfully and wrap your fingers securely around the toy, pressing against your clit when jeonghan removes his hand. the sensitivity is almost too much, but you keep the vibrator pressed against your nub - your cunt clenching around his cock as you feel an orgasm approaching.

"such a good girl", jeonghan wraps his arms around your waist and fucks his length into your cunt, "clenching around m-me. close, baby?"

you explode before you can answer, your body writhing against jeonghan's as you come, the vibrator against your clit feeling almost painful before he grabs it and turns it off. despite your barely-there state, you're aware of how jeonghan's cock inside you twitches and how his breathing is uneven - he stopped his movements to let you come.

you lift your body up slightly and slam back down, turning to see jeonghan's eyes close as he curses.

"fuck, baby - ", his head tilts back, "baby - you don't have to".

"want you to come, hannie", you lean in closer and clench around him, lowering your voice to a small whisper that only he can hear, "come inside me, jeonghan".

you feel his warm release fill you up as his hips stutter, his moans and your breathing the only sound in the room. his eyes stay close as his hand pats the space next to you, and he sighs in content when you interlace your fingers with his.

for a moment, there's only the sound of breathing in the room. the camera and the audience is forgotten as the two of you catch your breath, basking in the afterglow.

jeonghan opens his eyes and looks at you, his hazy expression matching yours. he leans forward to kiss your softly, his hands running up your arms to cup your face.

"i think we should stop the stream", you smile, your hands lifting up to rest against his chest.

"yeah", he clears his throat, urging you to lift up, "hope you enjoyed this one, guys".

supportive comments fill up the chat as you rise and clumsily fall to the side, cum seeping out of you and on the bedsheet. you look up when jeonghan stops his movements, chuckling and shaking your head at how his eyes stay transfixed on your cunt.

"hannie", you smile sweetly as he snaps up his head with a questioning hum, "the stream?"

"right", his hand lifts up the wireless mouse and accompanying mousepad, "see you later, guys! hope you have a nice week".

he clicks the "stop" button and puts away the mouse, turning off the camera and shutting down the laptop before reaching his arms out to you. you oblige, giggling as you fall against his chest, your arms wrapping around his waist as he presses soft kisses on your hair.

"you good?", he pulls back and lifts your chin up.

"yeah, you?"

"i'm good", he kisses you one last time before getting up, the tattoo on his back flexing as he puts away the devices.

you start to count seconds.

ten. he's closing the tripod and reaching for its case.

twenty-three. he's taking the vibrator to the bathroom to clean it up. you close your eyes, but keep counting.

forty-one. he comes back and places a soft kiss on your cheek, smiling when you open one eye blearily to look at him.

forty-nine. he opens the nightstand drawer. you smile knowingly.

fifty-three. he slips the ornament on your finger.

"jeonghan", you tease, "you didn't even last a minute".

"and so what?", he pretends to not care, but you know better, "that's where it belongs".

you shake your head, lifting your hand to cup his cheek, smiling fondly when he leans into your touch instinctively, the emerald on your engagement ring shining against his skin.

#seventeen smut #svt smut #jeonghan smut #yoon jeonghan smut #svthub.collab #svthub

[criminalmindsgonewrong]

good intentions, bad execution

part 1/? of my hotchniss future au series

on the hottest day of the year, the last thing emily and aaron want to be doing is picking the kids up early from camp because someone is misbehaving.

rating: suitable for viewers of all ages. warnings: none. wordcount: 4k

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"Aaron, please just try to stay calm."

"I am calm, Emily." Aaron countered, his hands tightly gripping the steering wheel. Beside him, his wife turned to look at him, seeing the tension in his jaw and the anger on his brow.

"Yeah," She said, sarcastically, trying not to smile, "You seem calm."

"I'm just-" He started off loud, but paused, to check himself, hands flexing on the wheel. She watched him reign himself in. When he spoke again, he was calm, measured. "I'm just frustrated."

"I'm frustrated, too," She said, taking off her cap and tugging her ponytail out of it's holder, raking it back into place and rewrapping the scrunchie around it. "Driving six hours across the country on the hottest day of the year is not exactly what I had in mind for today."

She slouched down into her seat, lifting her feet to rest them on the dash, practically folding herself in half. Her elbow rested, hand hanging out of the open window, the wind passing through her fingers as she flexed them. She braced her hand against the drag. The road ahead of them was long, dusty, and empty.

"Oh, yeah?" There was a smile on Aaron's face; she could hear it, even if she wasn't looking at him. "And what did you have in mind?"

Emily turned her head, eyes smiling up at him from beneath the sports cap she wore. His eyes were on the road, but they flit to her, to her bare legs, to the short shorts she'd put on the counteract the heat.

"Not that," She replied, with a laugh. "I'm trying to stay cool today, Agent Hotchner. And that is anything but."

His anger had somewhat retreated, she could tell by the smile that settled on his face. He took one hand from the steering wheel and reached to her side, taking her hand in his and resting it on her leg. Emily laced their fingers together and lay her free hand over his. 

***

"Weren't we only here two weeks ago?" Aaron put his hands on his hips as the car door swung shut, slamming closed. Emily stepped out of the car, squinting up at the cabin they had pulled up beside and tugged the cap off of her head. She tugged out her hair tie, shaking dark curls out around her face, and threw the cap back into the car, where it landed on her seat. Then she pushed the car door closed behind her.

In the distance, she could hear the unmistakable sounds of camp; children screaming, music playing, splashes as they swam, dove and fished in the lake. Emily had never been to camp. Most of the time, it was because they were off living in Europe somewhere, because of Elizabeth's postings. The few times she asked, the few times they were in the US for a summer vacation, Elizabeth unashamedly turned her nose up at the request, telling Emily that camp was not the sort of place for a young lady of her standing. Whatever that meant. To Emily, it just meant another summer being alone and lonely, and miserably floating around the pool by herself. She would have loved to make some friends at camp.

That was why, when Ava came to her and asked if she could go to camp, what felt like forever ago, now, Emily was quick to say yes. Jack had never been to camp, had never been interested. Ava, however, had watched 'The Parent Trap' a hundred times by the time she was five years old, and had become obsessed with the notion of camp. Hotch had his reservations, and, when she really considered it, so did Emily. Their job didn't leave much room for trust in the public, but Ava begged and begged and, after a lot of research, Emily found a camp she liked the look of, in an area with an incredibly low crime rate. Livvy had followed a few years later and this year was Alex's first. They would never be completely comfortable, letting the kids be hours away from them, but it was part and parcel of being parents, learning to let them go. Emily figured it was better for them to do it this way, slowly, bit by bit as they grew, instead of all at once when they turned eighteen and suddenly disappeared off to college, returning home only for the holidays.

"Try not to look too scary, okay, honey?" Emily said, looking up at Aaron as he rounded the car to join her. The sunglasses on his face, coupled with the straight line of his mouth, as he frowned at the admin cabin, painted a very stern picture; one Emily was all too familiar with, one he sported constantly at work.

"She doesn't get nice dad today, Emily. I just drove six hours in 90 degree heat when we could have been at home," He turned his head towards her, and she knew he was looking her over, "Enjoying our day off."

They started up the stairs and, at the top, Aaron held the door open for his wife, who stepped into the cabin ahead of him. Unlike in the city, out here, there was no relief from the heat indoors. Only a small, portable fan stood on the desk, behind which sat a bored looking teenager. She started as she saw Aaron and Emily enter; even in their casual clothing, the air of authority never left them. The girl sat up straight, turning on them with a suddenly bright smile.

"Welcome to Camp! How can I help?"

"Hi," Emily smiled at her, slightly sheepish as she explained why they were here, "We're Olivia Hotchner's parents, we were asked to come down today to pick her up and for a meeting."

The teen looked like that was out of her jurisdiction. She glanced across the desk, shifted around a few pieces of paper as though she would find the answers she was looking for there, then looked up at Emily, to Aaron, and back again. "I'll just go and get the Camp Director." She said, finally. Emily nodded, pressing her lips together in an awkward smile.

"Sure, thank you."

She turned back to Aaron as the girl disappeared out of the door they'd come in through. Sliding her hands into the back pockets of her shorts, she leaned back on her heels against the desk.

"I wonder what she did," Emily couldn't hide the smirk that came to her lips. Aaron shook his head.

"Honestly, Emily. You can't be surprised by her behaviour when you practically encourage it." His voice was stern, he sounded annoyed, but Emily knew there was fondness there, that he wouldn't change her or their daughter, no matter how much of a handful Livvy might be.

"I don't encourage misbehaviour!" She insisted, "Do I teach my daughters to be assertive? Yes. Do I teach them to express themselves? I hope so."

"Last year when Olivia told Mrs Bertrum to 'eff' off?" Aaron raised his eyebrows, challenging.

"I punished her for that." Emily pointed a finger at him.

"No, I punished her for that. You high-fived her behind my back."

Emily gaped at him, unaware that he had seen the high-five she and Livvy had shared, as they walked out of the meeting with the Elementary School headmistress. "In my defense, you weren't supposed to see that. And in Livvy's defense, Mrs Betrum told her she couldn't have a baby if she married another girl."

"Mrs Betrum meant biologically."

"Livvy is ten!" Emily insisted. Aaron threw his hands up in defeat, but they were both smirking.

The door swung open, and a small woman with white hair and a warm smile walked in. She immediately held her hand out to Aaron, then to Emily, and shook both, firmly.

"Mr and Mrs Hotchner. I'm Camp Director Agatha Landon" Emily and Aaron, always thrown when people addressed them this way, rather than agent, exchanged a glance, but said nothing, a small smile passing between them. "I'm sorry you've had to come all the way out to camp. The circumstances aren't ideal, please come through to the office and have a seat."

"Ms Landon, what did Olivia do?" Hotch asked, as they took their seats in the office.

"Well," The woman pondered over her phrasing, her brow furrowing as she sought the words, "It's less of what Livvy did, and more of the repercussions that followed."

Another glance passed between the parents. Emily didn't like the sound of that, and sat closer to the edge of her seat, leaning her elbow on the corner of the desk.

"Olivia has been...telling stories."

"Telling stories?" Aaron repeated, raising his eyebrows. "Scary stories?"

"You might say that, yes." Ms Landon was still frowning. She glanced between them, and Emily saw curiosity there, saw her take in their appearances. She in her daisy dukes and red tank top, hair tugged up into a pony, curls bouncing, grazing her neck. Aaron in his cargo shorts and tshirt. Even as they aged, they were both keeping in good shape, muscles evident beneath their summer tans. They didn't look their ages, that much was certain. But, as Ms Landon looked at them, Emiyl felt she knew what she was looking for.

"Oh, god, what has she been telling people?" Emily ran a hand over her face, ready for what came next.

"Well, I believe the first story was that you," She nodded in Emily's direction, "Were...stabbed with, I believe it was a chair leg?" She paused, cleared her throat, and turned to Aaron. "She told her cabin that you were tortured and stabbed eight times."

"Nine times." Emily corrected, automatically. Then closed her eyes, regretting her words.

Aaron inhaled, deeply.

"We work for the FBI." Emily felt the need to clarify, the words tumbling out of her mouth before she could stop them. Aaron glanced at her, she saw him in the corner of her eye. "I have no idea how Livvy knows those things but...we work for the FBI. That's...that's what that is." She trailed off, limply.

"You said there were repercussions from these stories?" Aaron pushed.

"Ah, yes, well it seems that, once Livvy began telling these stories about you, the other campers were...well, very interested. They seem to be under the impression that you are," She glanced between the two of them, cleared her throat again, "Spies." Emily had to purse her lips to keep from smiling. Aaron couldn't look at her. "And asked Livvy to teach them some of your fighting skills, which she apparently claimed to know very well."

"Oh, no," Emily breathed.

"We've had two broken arms and a broken nose, so far." Ms Landon was shaking her head now. "I'm sorry, but we have to send Livvy home. Ava and Alex, too."

Emily and Aaron just looked at each other, completely bemused.

***

Livvy at least had the decency to look ashamed, when she was led to the car by her camp counsellor. She stared down at her feet, fiddling with a loose thread on her backpack, her other hand wrapped around the handle of her suitcase. They always came back from camp a little disheveled, a little dirty, and, honestly, it suited Livvy. Her curls never wanted to stay in the braids Emily put it into, anyway, and now fought to get out of the ones that Emily assumed Ava had attempted for her. A smattering of freckles had appeared across her nose, and beneath her brown eyes, and her skin had been summer kissed, with a warm, healthy glow. Aaron was loading Ava's case into the trunk, and so it was Emily that Livvy saw first. Her eyes, identical to her mother's, flitted from the floor, up to Emily, and back again. She turned her head away, trying to look defiant, but Emily could read the shame in her daughter's stance.

"Come on, you," She said, softly, putting a gentle hand on her shoulder. "Thanks." She said, to the counsellor. "Livvy, don't you want to say bye?"

"Bye." Olivia's voice was low, barely audible. She kicked at the rocks beneath her feet.

"Mom!" A shout came from behind them and Emily turned just in time to catch her son as he barrelled into her. She lifted him, hugging him as tightly as he hugged her, and didn't let go until he did, first. She closed her eyes, and couldn't deny the wave of relief she felt, having him safely in her arms again. Of course, she missed the girls just as much, but letting Alex, her baby, go away to camp for the first time ever this year, had been more difficult than even she had anticipated.

"Hey, baby," She brushed his dark hair, floppy like his dad's, back from his head, eyes roving over his face, checking for any changes that had occurred in the two short weeks he had been away from her.

"I'm so glad it's hometime." Alex, at seven years old, really was still a baby. He wrapped his arms around her, resting his head on her shoulder, and Emily smiled, turning back to the car. Livvy, standing nearby, was smiling a little too, but it fell from her face as soon as Emily looked at her, that expression of shame falling right back into place. Emily narrowed her eyes a little, curious.

"Come on, you two." She led her youngest two children to the car, where she could hear their older sister's voice slightly raised.

"I just don't see why I have to leave because she's a terror." Ava was saying, and Emily could hear that tone that had crept in over the last few months; the one that told her Ava's teenage years weren't going to be fun for anybody.

"Camp rules." Was all that Aaron said, as he took Livvy's suitcase from her. He didn't admonish her, but he barely looked at her, and Emily saw the pain in her daughter's eyes, Livvy's eyebrows furrowing as she stood for a moment longer beside her father. Aaron, though, simply turned to take hold of Alex's case, loading it in beside the others. Defeated, Olivia climbed into the back of the car, slamming the door shut behind her with a thunk.

"I don't know who she thinks she is, slamming the door like that," Ava said, arms folded tight across her chest, "She's got no right to have an attitude, right now."

"Ava," Emily addressed her daughter, sternly, "We have a six hour drive back to the city. I don't want it spent arguing. It's too long and too hot for that."

Ava didn't look ready to cooperate, but a firm glance from her father, coupled with a raised eyebrow from her mother had her rolling brown eyes back in her head. "Fine."

"Here," Aaron reached into his pocket, pulling out Ava's cellphone. She had been forced to leave it at home while at camp, and her eyes lit up when she saw it, all anger, all upset forgotten.

Alex fell asleep right away. Emily would have put it down to exhaustion from the hot day and the camp activities if Livvy hadn't looked at him, smiled a little and said, "He hasn't slept properly in two weeks."

In the front, her parents exchanged a glance. Aaron's eyes flitted to the rearview mirror. Alex, asleep in the middle seat, had his head resting on Ava's shoulder. Ava refused to look at any of them, staring at her phonescreen. She would be fine, he knew; this year, she had complained so much about having to go to camp in the first place, because she wanted to spend time with her home friends. Twelve year olds were fickle; Ava would be perfectly fine.

Livvy had a small, satisfied smile on her face as she looked at her sleeping brother. Hotch saw her shoulders lift slowly, as she inhaled deeply, as though in relief. When she turned away from Alex, and caught his eyes in the mirror, the smile dropped from her face and he saw her swallow, hard. Too hard. Ah.

"How about we stop for pancakes for dinner?" He said, addressing the whole car. Alex, usually his most excited audience member, was sleeping. Ava ignored him completely, which wasn't unusual these days. Livvy gave a little shrug.

"Sure," She said, with a tiny smile. He returned it, in the mirror, and she relaxed a little.

"Sounds good, baby," Emily reached across for Aaron's hand. He let her take it, linking their fingers, resting their hands on the center console. She leaned her head back against her headrest. Their day off, which they had been looking forward to, childless and alone and not working for the first time all summer, had been hot and long, and not at all what they had planned, but they had their babies back, and Aaron could see the difference in Emily, as tension seeped from her. He felt the same.

***

They drove for another hour before they found somewhere to eat. It was a little diner at the side of the road, and it boasted The Best Pancakes On The Continent so, obviously, Emily said, they had to test that claim. She doubted very much that it would be true, claimed that the best pancakes on the continent were the ones Aaron made on a Sunday morning. Livvy, growing more relaxed the further they got from camp, readily agreed. Even Ava smiled at that.

Emily woke Alex, gently squeezing his knee, and he reluctantly opened his eyes, scowling at her, sleepily, as he rubbed his eyes and made a noise of complaint. She smiled, fondly, at the familiar response. "Come on, little man, dinner time." He tried to protest, but Ava climbed out of the car, and Emily reached inside to pull Alex out of his booster seat. He quickly perked up when she told him he could have blueberry pancakes with syrup, his favourite, for dinner.

Livvy climbed out the other side of the car, stumbling over her own feet as she turned to close the door.

"Hold on a minute, young lady," Aaron told her, as she made to follow her mother and siblings into the restaurant.

Holding Alex's hand, Emily glanced back at them. Spying Aaron, hands in the pockets of his cargo shorts, leaning against the trunk and motioning for Livvy to come stand beside him, she smiled a little. Aaron would swear blind that Livvy was a carbon copy of her mother, but Emily saw more of him in their middle child than she did in either of the other two.

"So," Aaron started, but Livvy sighed.

"Please don't profile me." She said, and he couldn't help but smile a little.

"Your mother and I don't profile you." He told her, "There's a difference between profiling a criminal and knowing your own daughter."

"I'm like a criminal." Livvy said, sadly, once again preoccupied with her shoes. Hotch frowned.

"How do you figure that?" He asked, nudging her shoulder gently.

"I broke the rules." Her voice was muffled, distorted, as she stared down at the floor. "I was bad."

"You did break some rules," Aaron agreed. "You know who else has broken the rules a few times?"

Livvy looked up at him, curious, and shook her head. Her two braids, curls springing loose, lumpy and uneven around her ears, swung back and forth.

Aaron lowered his voice to just above a whisper, "Mommy."

A smile lifted one side of Olivia's mouth, in a smile that was so like Emily's that, even ten years later, it still took him by susprise. "What about you?"

"Me?" He feigned shock, shaking his head, "No, never. Not even once. But mommy? Boy, she's caused a lot of trouble breaking rules at work over the years."

"Why doesn't she get fired?" Livvy asked, tilting her head to the side in genuine confusion.

"Well, because whenever your mommy breaks the rules, usually it's for a really, really good reason. Usually it's to help somebody." He raised his eyebrows, watching Livvy's face, to see if the penny would drop, if she got the hint of what he was saying. She did. Her eyes dropped back to the floor, and she crossed her arms across her chest. When she did that, it was much easier to see the resemblance between her and Ava. "Alex wasn't having fun at camp, huh?"

She shook her head again. "No."

"He's still really little." Hotch looked up, towards the restaurant. He couldn't see through the windows from here, but he knew Emily and the other children would be seated by now, waiting for them to order food. "Mommy and I sometimes forget how little he is. I think because of you, Livvy. When you were seven, you didn't seem little at all. You didn't need to be carried, or want to hold our hands. Alex still gets scared of things like falling and scraping his knee. You've never been afraid of things like that. When we asked if you wanted to go to camp, you were more excited than you had been about anything before." He paused, giving her a moment to ponder over his words. "I think Alex was excited, too. Especially because you were so excited that he would be going with you."

Hotch remembered the morning, in their kitchen. Livvy asked if Alex was big enough to go to camp yet.

"I was only seven when I went for the first time!" She had said. Emily standing at the counter, with a steaming cup of coffee in her hand, had looked to Aaron, who sat at the dining table, the paper spread in front of him. Alex had bounced up on his knees, almost falling out of his chair with excitement. They could hardly say no; he remained excited in the weeks leading up to camp. Though both of his parents had their reservations, it wouldn't have been fair to tell him no.

"I thought he was big enough." Livvy said, almost defensively.

"Hey, I'm not blaming you, kiddo," Aaron said, crouching down in front of his daughter, who was still staring intently at the rocks on the floor. "I'm telling you...Mommy and I know that these rules you broke? You broke them for a good reason. Alex really wanted to come home, didn't he?"

Meeting his eyes, her own swimming with tears, Livvy nodded. "But now Ava hates me." She said, tears spilling over onto her cheeks in huge globs.

"Oh, honey," Aaron pulled her into a hug, Livvy starting to sob onto his shoulder. "Ava doesn't care about camp. She's your big sister; she's always going to look for a reason to fight with you. It's what big sisters do. You'll be fine, tomorrow. I promise."

"Okay." She mumbled into his shoulder, holding tight to him. Aaron could feel the relief in the way she hugged him, and he felt guilty for earlier, when he had ignored her at camp.

"You're a good big sister, Livvy." He told her, gently, stroking her hair, "Alex is lucky to have you."

Pride had replaced his anger. Livvy's methods were unconventional, but she was Emily's daughter; what did he expect? Just like Emily, Olivia got results. And, just like Emily, her first thought was never for herself, but for her family. She had gotten herself into trouble, gotten herself kicked out of camp, endured her parents disapproval, for her little brother. Aaron smiled into her hair, glad and grateful that, unlike Ava, Livvy wasn't yet too old to hug her dad.

"Can I have pancakes now?" Aaron laughed as Livvy pulled out of his arms, running the back of her sleeve across her snotty nose.

"Don't do that," He told her, gently, for the millionth time in her lifetime. As usual, she ignored him. He held out a hand to her, and together they made their way across the parking lot, towards the diner.

"Hey, Livvy?"

"Yeah?"

"How did you know those stories about mommy and daddy?"

"I read Uncle Dave's new book."

"I see."

"Daddy?"

"Yes?"

"Is Uncle Dave in trouble?"

"Yes, sweetheart. Yes, he is."

#hotchniss future au #emily prentiss #aaron hotchner #hotchniss #criminal minds #criminal minds fanfiction #emily prentiss fanfiction #aaron hotchner fanfiction #hotchniss fanfiction #livvy hotchner #ava hotchner #alex hotchner #hotchniss future au fics #ba-queue #hotchners future au #one shot

[heavenlyhischier]

When does each au couple move in together?

me realizing the easiest move would be Jeremy and Chandler😭

nico and hailey move in after this upcoming summer. they’re actually the two who move in together the quickest of the au couples!

john and ana don’t move in together until around mid-april, just before paige is born.

matty and livvy don’t officially move in together until next january, but she was basically living there already anyways.

jeremy and chandler decide to move into a different apartment complex that’s bit nicer and bigger the end of this year! so really it wasn’t easy for either of them😭

quinn and grier move in together a year and a half after they started dating, so not until the beginning of the 25-26 season.

#anon #⭃ abby answers asks #nico x hailey #john x ana #matty x livvy #jeremy x chandler #quinn x grier

[synonymroll648]

I mean. if you're willing to share....then yes I am all ears on that sokeefitz angst fic...just saying *eyes*. I put this in a separate ask to give you a space to talk about it, but only if you want! Also no clue what I would want if I was sick, it's genuinely been so long I don't. I don't know what my sick safe foods are? life is so so so hard for people with strong immune systems i'm suffering so much /s

also hi hope you're feeling better! or that if you're still sick that it packs its bags and kicks its own ass to the curb soon <3

i'll answer the other stuff in the og chain; this one's juuuuust gonna be the sokeefitz angst fic lol.

basically: au (that's technically canon compliant, esp since the series isn't over? idk man don't ask) where like the shadowflux echoes in (fanon) fitz's knee, the echoes in his heart end up developing into a chronic condition. but the heart echoes are a significantly bigger threat to his health, like in canon (we don't ever see him get wiped out from the pain in his knee, but we do see him get wiped out from his heart echoes going haywire. there's examples throughout flashback of what i'm talking about). a year or two after canon ends (i'm approximating fitz'll be 18 or 19), livvy and elwin sit him down and tell him that from what they can see, they doubt he'll be able to live past 100.

they tell him that they'll do everything they can to make that statement false, but it falls on ringing ears.

from there, the premise would mainly be exploring how fitz would learn to manage his emotions to keep his heart echoes in check as best as he can - particularly anxiety and anger - plus him learning to accept that he's gone from having a shot at being a famous ancient to bring pride to the vacker family, to an elf that's become the closest to mortality that one can get. and ableism in the lost cities too, because i think realizing that a lot of the people he looked up to when he was younger valued him less as a disabled person would be a good motivator to break away from the golden boy mold and become who he actually wants to be, whoever that is.

and then there's also learning to accept almost-mortality through sophie's unique perspective on it, and helping her accept almost-immortality. slowburn exes to lovers on that front, through the power of - as keefe dubbed it in the books - cognate rawr. i'm also thinking this would be set in level 7 for fitz, so he could be roommates w/ keefe and have an '(unofficial) ex (childhood) best friends to lovers' arc.

sokeefe would be established already in this, but have a conversation fairly early on the fic where they're like 'ummm so i actually haven't moved on from fitz and it's freaking me out-' 'omg SAME' and then help each other figure out they're bi and polyam (that would be a side plot of its own, because, like. you can't do that in one scene lmao). and then once they'd reached that conclusion they'd be like 'hey so you wanna see if we can flirt our way into getting fitz to join our relationship?' 'worth a shot, sounds better than endless pining'.

ofc fitz is super dense though so he doesn't see keefe's advances as flirting until the obliviousness starts getting ridiculous, and he makes up ten million platonic excuses for sophie's actions because we broke up, there's no way she still sees me like that anymore - not when she has keefe the way she does. because as an aro i would do that in his situation and i have decided he's aro-spec <3 but they all get it together eventually. and get a cottage somewhere and fitz gets to be a baker and they just. have their happily ever after.

uuuuuuuuntil fitz is on the cusp of turning 100 and dies. because i'm evil. and i want to explore how much worse keefe's oh my god please don't leave me please please please i'd do anything to make you stay complex would get if he lost a lover and the situation was out of his control. and how much it would differ from sophie's acceptance. and how sophie's acceptance could turn into world-crushing anger and stuff after she stops feeling the need to stay strong for keefe.

and then maybe how much worse the whole please don't leave me alone please i'll do ANYTHING ANYTHING ANYTHING JUST STAY STAY STAY would get if sophie died centuries after fitz from some mission and keefe was truly on his own. just after he started feeling solid about having her in his life for a long time after the present. if i'm feeling particularly cruel by the end.

(there's a lot of scenes that made go OWOWOWOW that my brain conjured up, but. those stay in my brain until i write them. no spoilers :) also ik i'd need to do a lot of research on heart conditions to make fitz's arc more accurate to real life because even if shannon doesn't care about medical accuracy, i do lol.)

#tw death #tw major character death #ask to tag #it's 3:30am #my ear hurts :( for reasons unbeknownst to me :(( #ask #bookwyrminspiraton #sokeefitz #if some of these concepts seem like i've talked about them before that's because i have #because the idea i have for a sokeefitz fix it fic is huge and now very cruel depending on what route i take when writing it #kotlc #keeper of the lost cities #fitz vacker #sophie foster #keefe sencen #disabled aro-spec fitz vacker my BELOVED. that is all

[wooahaes]

What about a Mingyu single!parent AU ? 👀

ooo... single dad gyu is. clutches chest. it rly doesnt help i've been having baby fever recently for reasons that it admittedly took me a hot minute to realize what they were. but thats not important lol

i feel like theres a lot i can do with single parent aus since i've talked abt a jeonghan one w my moots (holly and livvie if u see this... mwah <3) once (which i'm also happy to talk abt if anyone's curious). for creativity's sake, i'll go with a different plot for single dad gyu <3

gyu is a single dad who has sole custody of his kid for probably undescribed reasons unless i wanna get into it if i write it. he's happy, tho: he loves his daughter more than anything else and is completely happy just working to support her. he usually hires a sitter or asks his friends to watch her if they aren't working that day (some of them like... adore her to the point where gyu whines if they're Too doting bc thats his baby!!! he should be her number 1 person!!! not uncle wonu!!!). hes got stuff figured out. sometimes ppl ask abt him dating again since he's not exactly happy single, but he kinda just insists that he'll be good for now--he'd rather wait until his daughter is a little older.

and then enter you: a new server at the restaurant he works in. his coworker, junhui, immediately realizes that mingyu's a smidge bit smitten within the first few weeks of you working there bc u do ur job well and you're a kind person?? just something abt the combination makes him a lil flustered when interacting with you. mingyu just kinda chalks it up to you being new, but you're the one who helps him wash and bandage a cut when he wasn't watching his fingers once. you end up giving him ur number to talk more, mingyu is painfully oblivious that ur trying to flirt a lil w him since the two of u get along, and he goes home to spend time with his daughter before he has to put her to bed for the night.

about a month or so of very obvious flirting (to everyone But gyu), his daughter gets sick. hes stuck at work, so are pretty much all of his friends, but you're about to leave for the day when mingyu asks you for a huge favor. he'll call the preschool and get everything arranged for you to pick her up (probs by showing ID and confirming ur the person mingyu gave permission to), plus he'll tell you where the spare key is, he just needs you to take her home and watch her for about an hour until his friend can get there. so you agree to it, and he's relieved.

and then he goes home to see you and wonwoo sitting on the couch, talking. you apologize bc you meant to leave waaay earlier but wonwoo was telling u abt college shenanigans (mingyu is like Oh No) and showing you baby pictures (bc wonu is best uncle for a reason) and the two of u just kinda help talking. mingyu panics for a moment, wondering if this means ur into wonu, but wonu kinda pushes him straight into walking you out and making sure u get a cab home and u kinda just. ask him out for coffee, but not explicitly calling it a date.

idk more plot of u and mingyu p much dating and growing closer before mingyu has to recognize he's falling for you. straight up would have a lil convo with his daughter, whos old enough to understand, abt him bringing someone into their lives (maybe w the 'but if they treat you badly, you can tell me' bc they're a package deal and he's not going to be w someone who treats either of them horribly). happy ending of u and gyu in love <3 maybe w a timeskip of you moving in with him and loving the lil family the three of you have become

#wooahaes.ask #asks.anon #wooahaes.askgame

[amchara]

Kit for the multishipper ask

Ooh, I have thoughts on Kit and love interests. Basically, I want him to reject the Herondales love only once trope… but, let’s be honest, I am also a huge Kit x Ty shipper.

It’s a dilemma. 😂

That being said, I did enjoy the brief Kit/Livvy while it lasted in LoS and I actually have a Thule!Livvy x Thule!Kit story so I clearly still enjoy their dynamic. I also could see a poly V thing working between Ty, Livvy and Kit, in an AU where she lives.

I am also a big fan of Kit x OC (male or female) and have written several background Kit/OCs in my stories where he’s not just using it as a way to get over Ty.

Don’t think I’ve read it but I’m kinda into Kit x Ash as a concept too? I could also swing Kit x Jaime. As brief flings.

Lastly, given I also write it- I also enjoy Kit x Ty x OFC. If Kit and Ty are supposed to be an iteration of Holmes and Watson, it’s fun to introduce a slightly chaotic element into their relationship, ala Irene Adler. 😌

#kit herondale #asks #ask games #mutuals! #the dark artifices

[ghostfacd]

A JUMP BACK | JACK HUGHES

dad!jack hughes au

- set four years ago during jack and yn’s senior year of high school

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jackhughes prom with my rory

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yleory the romeo to my juliet

jackhughes minus the deaths baby

friend1 aww! my fave couple

quinnhughes they grow up so fast

lhughes_06 you’re just old

quinnhughes okay mr just became a sophomore in high school 👦

user1 awww no he’s taken 😭😭

user2 throwing up and everything

user3 jack said not a soft but a HARD launch

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ylerory with my favorite hughes and girls!

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jackhughes so livvy’s your favorite hughes and not me?

lhughes_06 clearly livvy is everyone’s favorite Hughes

livvyhughes love u v much sister! don’t know why you’re even dating my brother but so glad you came into our lives <3

ylerory i love u my lil sissy

friend1 YESS we look so good!!

friend2 us when we rock prom 🙏

user1 jack’s gf is so pretty OHMYGOD

- fast forward to yn and jack’s freshman year of college

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ylerory full time student —> full time mama soon

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jackhughes hell yea!

elblue6 i remember how much i cried after i found out, so unbelievably grateful for the happiness you bring to my son and our family 💗💐

ylerory mama hughes! 🥲🥲 gonna make me cry

livvyhughes YAAA!! cool auntie in a few months 😎

jackhughes the coolest auntie ever

ylerory 💗💗💗

umichockey some of our players gon be protective uncles soon 👀👀

user1 NOOO WAY

user2 we officially lost him.

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jackhughes yn lerory, the girl who i fell head over heels with in sophomore year of high school who taught me not to only become better for myself, but also better for others. i cannot ask the world for a better girlfriend and best friend, and you’ve brightened up my life since the day we met. thank you for bringing olivier into the world, and thank you for everything you’ve ever done for me. thanks for sticking with the annoying sophomore jack hughes who couldn’t even do chemistry properly. my smart, beautiful, and now a mother, rory.

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livvyhughes am i crying? who’s crying?

quinnhughes the most wholesome and happiest I’ve ever seen you. Congrats buddy, hope all goes well for you and Rory (my future sister in law.)

ylerory aww quinn 🥹🥹 we love you so much, thank you for being the person we could always go to when we needed help. best big brother EVER.

lhughes_06 part time hockey player, full time ollie’s uncle

umichockey whoa there buddy we still need u on the ice!

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livvyhughes auntie life best life

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gabeperreault44 kids looks good on you Livvy

jackhughes don’t even think about it buddy

ylerory yay!! ollie loves his auntie and uncles so much, thank you for bringing joy into his life

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#5

first place

pairing: kim mingyu x gn!reader

genre: farmer!au, fluff, just cutesy fallin for each other, also food as a familial and romantic love language, grad school!reader

summary: how the cute farmhand a few acres over manages to win your heart and (maybe) a countryside pie contest

word count: 1.5k

content warning: food, lots of it

As much as you love to stare at the wind blowing through the lush, green grass and listen to faint groans and moans of cows in the distance, nothing is beautiful or serene enough to distract you from the sweltering heat right now. You’ve only been outside for a minute, but salty beads of sweat have already disgracefully landed in your eyes, and your light shirt has begun to cling to your back. Just as you’re about to run inside to pop a few ice cubes in your mouth, the grumbling of an old pick-up truck grows louder and louder, and you know the man you’ve been waiting for is here. You wave to him as he slows the vehicle down the long stretch of land leading to your front porch. 

“I thought you’d forgotten about me today.”

“How could I forget about you?” Mingyu asks, moving to the bed of the truck to pull out a large bucket of freshly-picked strawberries. You put your arms out to take it from him (like you always do) and Mingyu declines, saying “I’ll put it where you need me to” (like he always does). 

While you loved helping tend to your grandparents’ farm, you were a grad student, and your grandparents’ abilities to do the hard physical labor had diminished significantly. When you first decided to live with them, seeing your grandmother’s once agile hands struggle to pick the fruit that filled your childhood stomach shattered your heart. And to make matters worse, your intentions to keep the garden and your nostalgia alive were halted by the flood of work that graduate school entails. Day by day, you watched the crops wilt and dry out, and after a few months you were left to only one jar of your grandfather’s famous jam, which you had loved for decades. 

How lucky was it that the couple down the street hired a new farm hand that same month? So lucky it still almost seems fateful to you. Mingyu had introduced himself to your grandparents the week he arrived, as newcomers were rare, and he brought a bucket of fruit as a way to say hello. A few days later you came home to 4 full glass jars of blueberry jam sitting on the kitchen counter, the name Mingyu etched delicately on one the lids. You rushed to hug your grandfather in appreciation, and he brushed it off. 

“Don’t thank me, thank Mingyu,” he’d said as he continued reading the newspaper with your arms latched around his neck. 

Needless to say, Mingyu was one of your favorite people now. He brings you fruit, you exchange friendly banter, and you give him a jar of jam made from the fruit of the previous week.

“What’s on your agenda for today?” Mingyu questions. The heat has started to show itself on him, as a few strands of his hair stick to his forehead. 

“Just a whole lot of prep for the weekly farmer’s market,” you sigh. “They’re having another pie contest this week, and I’ll be damned if mine isn’t number one. What about you?”

“Oh me? Today?” He takes a long, exaggerated breath. “Well, nothing. Just dropping these berries off to you. Worked hard yesterday, so Mr. and Mrs. Lee said I should take today off. Once I drive back to the farm, there’ll be nothing for me to do but pet the dogs and watch the birds.” He eyes are wide and innocent as they look toward the sky, and his lips curl to form a melodramatic pout.

“We may live on the countryside but you do know we get internet here, right?” You say, poking fun at his theatrics. He exaggerates his pout and puppy-like eyes. “Well, since you’ve done me such a favor by bringing this fruit, I suppose I can allow you to spend the day here. After all, I do need a taste-tester for the pies.” His mouth turns into a coy smile, and you can’t help but admire the white canines that show themselves past his lips.

“After you,” he says, gesturing to the front door.

Mingyu follows you into the kitchen and continues to converse with you as you begin wash the fruit and prepare the pie’s ingredients. 

“You surely are old fashioned for someone who boasts about internet connection,” he quips, approaching the wooden record player in the corner.

“You must forget I live with a couple in their seventies.” Your back is turned to him, and when you hear an amused huff fall from his lips, you wish you could see his infectious smile. A moment later you hear the soft static of the needle hitting the record, followed by the smooth romantic melody of the vinyl inside.

“Can I make myself useful?” He walks closer to you as you mix the dough, stopping mere inches away as he cranes his neck over your shoulder in curiosity.

“Do you mind pouring the sugar in the bowl with the berries to make the filling, please?”

“No problem, boss.”

You’re hyper-aware of the kitchen’s smallness as your proximity to Mingyu makes you privy to his scent—a woody cologne complemented by his unique summer musk. You’d always been aware of how attractive Mingyu is, but with your busy schedule your brain hadn’t truly had time to process it. To be infatuated with it. There had been no time to observe how delicately and deliberately his hands moved. No time to obsess over the way the veins in his arms showed themselves at the slightest of tension. No time to think of how a man so beautiful had been brought into your life by a mere gesture of neighborhood friendliness. As you watch him in your periphery, you feel gratitude swell in your chest and your throat closes up a little as emotions bubble up inside of you. 

“Am I doing something wrong?” Mingyu stops folding the sugar into the berries. You blink and quickly look away from him, clearly failing to hide that you’d been staring.

“No, no that’s perfect, keep going” you respond. A few beats of silence pass. “You know, the very first time you brought those—when you first moved in—I think you reignited a part of me that I thought I’d never get back.” Mingyu stops once again to look at you in confusion, but you continue to focus on kneading the dough, knowing that if you look him in the eyes you physically may not be able to finish what you need to say. “I had never seen my grandfather so happy to just be able to do something as simple as make jam. When our little garden died, I didn’t think I’d witness that again. What you did probably seemed insignificant to you, but your kindness made my grandparents a little brighter. And seeing them like that made me feel like a kid again.” Done with your little speech, you look up at Mingyu to see him visibly flustered, the corner of his lips turned up in a shy smile.

“It’s really nothing.”

“It means the world to us.” You smile at him, hoping he can see the sincerity in your eyes.

In attempt to make himself a little less embarrassed, Mingyu clears his throat and asks for a lemon.

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#4

scream!

pairing: seungcheol x gn!reader

summary: you take a buff guy to a haunted house. he is suddenly not so buff. fluff, halloween themed, whiney cheol

warnings: idk, fake blood? this is all very tame

word count: 1.1k, look at me writing something over 1k wow

request: hii ro , this is my first request ever, but like seungcheol n gn!reader at a haunted hotel/house type event??? - @strawberri-uyu

a/n:more notes at the end but just wanna say thank you nico for the request xoxo hope you like it

every year, halloween is a holiday that you must celebrate to the fullest. you dedicate unreasonable amounts of time and care to the plastic spiders skewed about your apartment and jack-o-lanterns full of the best candy left outside your door all week for the kids in the building. you’ve marked your calendar with all the parties you’ve been invited to, and the four different costumes you’ve prepared are hung neatly and safely in your closet waiting to be shown off. 

this time last year, you and seungcheol were newly dating, so you’d spent most of the holiday festivities during october with your friends, only meeting him and his absurdly large friend group at a bar halloween night. since then, you’ve had the chance to wrap him up in your numerous halloween plans, the first of which is a haunted house. from the time seungcheol picks you up until you’re waiting in line, it’s hard to contain your excitement. 

“you’re really excited for someone who’s gonna be running out the exit door in a few minutes,” seungcheol tease.

“excuse me? sorry, cheol, but you’re literally so easily scared. i’m a pro. halloween is, like, my thing.”

“ok, yeah, maybe i am a little bit of a chicken,” he takes care to emphasize the way he says ‘little.’ “all i’m saying is i bet you won’t last the whole thing without freaking out.”

“put your money up, then,” you challenge, giving him a smirk. he nods as a bites his lip and pushes a stray hair from his face. you swear you can see his chest puff out and his chin get a little higher. you do the same in an attempt to show your brazen confidence.

when you start walking through the house, you think it’s mid-tier at best. the spider webs look like elementary art projects, the blood on the walls are too scarlet to even feel real, and you swear you can hear some of the actors talking about their next break in the room over. oh but seungcheol? you’d think he was transported right onto elm street. his normally broad shoulders have narrowed themselves and he’s hunched down a good three inches shorter than his normal height. despite the obvious fear in his body, he’s still giddy. he’s smiling so hard you can see his gums, and every time you look over to observe his face, his eyes are glimmering. 

“are you actually scared already?” you ask him. “we’ve barely even started.”

“what do you mean,” he whines and leans a little into your side. “it’s kinda creepy, admit it.”

you hum mockingly in response, walking further down the halls. it isn’t until you’re fully enveloped in darkness that your heart starts to beat a little faster and suddenly seungcheol’s embrace starts to feel a lot more comforting. he shoots you an i told you so, but the two of you keep moving nonetheless. 

as you approach the last room of the house, your confidence is through the roof. your posture has straightened, your face is decorated with a wide smile, and you’ve even taken time to admire the creepy 17th century paintings—rather than merely looking straight ahead for the nearest door. 

when your attention focuses away from the spookily ornate walls, you realize you’re walking past a guy writhing on the floor. you’re not sure what he’s supposed to be exactly. a zombie? a patient of sorts? all you know is he’s crawling around with blood on his face. you decide the best course of action is to ignore him, so you do. you direct seungcheol to walk a little off to the left in order to avoid the actor. as you do so the actor’s hand shoots out at your ankle with needle-like precision. as soon as his fingertips reach your skin, your heart leaps and your amygdala is in full force. for the first time in the night, you let out an oscar-worthy scream that shocks you just as much as everyone else in your vicinity. your knees give out briefly and seungcheol pulls you up immediately. your brain is so filled with fear sirens that you actually miss the way his thick arms feel as he lifts you to your feet. you don’t, however, miss the way he starts laughing hysterically as your misery. with one hand on your chest and the other squeezing the life out of seungcheol’s arm, you hobble to the exit, which is thankfully very close. 

as soon as you see the door you lunge toward it, bringing a still-laughing seungcheol flying along with you. not even ten seconds after you’ve exited, seungcheol is clicking his tongue and smugly looking toward the night sky. 

now it’s your turn to whine. “save it, cheol.” you peel yourself away from his side to save a sliver of dignity.

“and somehow i was the one labelled a chicken. i think you literally left bruises on me!” he lifts up his sleeve to show off the nail-shaped crescents you left on his arm. “look! look!” he repeats as he contorts his face in the most pained pout he can muster.

“you don’t understand. i was literally attacked in there!” you defend, barely containing your own laughter. 

“no, no. don’t try to explain yourself; the damage is done.” you pout and he giggles, slinging his arm around your shoulders. “that’s what i’m here for anyway. big, strong cheol to save the day.” he flexes his free arm.

“let’s not forget how scared you were in there.” you begin to mock his whines and squeals from earlier in the night. 

“okay, okay. how about we both agree to let each other live this down and just take that bet money and grab a milkshake, yeah?” you can’t help letting a lovesick, jolly chuckle out from your chest as nod your head and seungcheol leans in to kiss your cheek, sealing the deal.

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a/n part 2 blah blah: thanks for reading muah. i tried to make this as seungcheol-y as possible (characterization-wise) and I’m not sure how successful it was. pls let me know. but also if your criticism is mean don’t let me know bc u will never see me again and that is actually a very real promise lmao. just…if something in the fic is off let me know nicely pls. also guys…the ending is not my best work i’m sorry hahaha i just wanted to wrap this up and get it out before i procrastinated too hard and halloween was here. also i have insane cramps today. and legend has it reblogging my fics makes the cramps go away….

303 notes - Posted October 22, 2022

#3

the bus stop on main st.

pairing: minghao x gn!reader

summary: you find comfort in the arms of the man you least expect

wc: one word shy of 2.5k

extras: university!au, enemies2lovers (i guess???), comfort fic i suppose, reader is doin a whole lotta cryin, emotionally unaware minghao, lowkey dumb minghao, angst but honestly barely, fluff

His silence mocked you. Sometimes you wish he would spew a mean remark at you, be truly mean to you; instead, his indifference infuriated you, made you feel unworthy of even a fleeting thought in his mind. Even as you sit here now, you know your mind should be celebrating Seungkwan’s achievements, but your mind can’t help but wander to Minghao’s smug expression.

You remember when you first met him. Minghao, Seungkwan, Chan, and you all sat near each other in a French culture class your freshman year, and naturally when finals season came you guys begrudgingly formed a study group together. Yours and Minghao’s obvious knowledge for the subject prompted the other two to seek guidance from you both. And to be fair, you were happy to help. You had been looking to diversify your friend groups beyond your old high school classmates and the people on your dorm room hallway. It seemed everyone else felt the same—except Minghao. 

The first time you guys met for a study session, you and Joshua arrived to the study room first. Your enthusiastic greeting was met with a dry “Hi,” and any attempt at small talk was thwarted by short, uninteresting responses. Every conversation you had with him gave you the impression that he was perpetually trying to stop talking to you as soon as possible.

“I’m not surprised you and I are the first ones here,” you’d said. “Seungkwan and Chan can’t be on time to save their lives. I mean, haven’t you noticed they always show up to class at least five minutes late. And they don’t even walk together!” 

“I tend to pay attention to the professor, not them.” You halted your giggles and cleared your throat.

“Yeah, me too,” you replied, averting your eyes from him as he peeked at you above the frame of his glasses. Even after the two younger guys showed up, you couldn’t help your face from feeling warm and your hands from shaking whenever you needed to explain a topic.

But that was a year and a half ago. Over time, as the group began to hang out beyond study sessions, the embarrassment dissolved into resentment. Who was he to make you feel inferior? Why should you feel like you’ve been put under a microscope every time you make a silly joke around him? You reasoned that if he would ignore you, you could do the same. This behavior didn’t go unnoticed by Chan and Seungkwan who, both being mood-makers, made it their mission to relax the tension during every group interaction, only to be met with childish silence.

You manage to snap yourself back into reality and away from thoughts of Minghao and his off-putting attitude. It’s the night of Seungkwan’s choral ensemble performance, and he’s invited you, along with a ton of his other friends, to his apartment to celebrate. You’d noticed a few familiar faces upon arriving and chose to sit in the open space between Nayeon and Soonyoung on the couch, catching up with the two friends who you’ve missed due to all of your busy schedules. As soon as your eyes had landed on Minghao sitting on the ground next to a taller man in glasses, your grin momentarily fell and since then, you’ve been making a conscious effort to keep your eyes on the other half of the room. 

When a game of Cards Against Humanity breaks out, you roll your eyes at the cliche party game, but you’re excited to take your mind off of him. Unfortunately, you find yourself taking every turn of his as an opportunity to passive-aggressively place the most insulting card, ignoring every other offensive or taboo card in your hand. And each time, without fail, he manages to pick your card as the winner, despite the anonymity of the cards. You brush off each win with a snarky remark.

“God, how do you manage to win every single time Minghao is the card czar?” Seungcheol asks, throwing his hands in the air with exaggerated exasperation. “Is your humor that similar?”

“You’ll start winning when you really mean what you put down.” Everyone laughs in response, glancing at the white card on the coffee table. Minghao glares at you in response. 

A few more rounds go by and you casually pull your phone out, lazily scrolling through Instagram as every one else shuffles to find an appropriate card. Dino begins to grab the white cards when your thumb stops in its tracks, as your eyes zero in on your ex’s latest Instagram post. Jaehyun is looking lovingly into the eyes of his new partner, with his gently draped across their shoulder. They look happy in a way you never were with him, in a way that you doubt you’re capable of being with anyone. Suddenly, Seungkwan’s living room feels a lot smaller and the air seems a lot thinner. Dino’s comments about this being a throwaway round bring your attention back to the scene in front of you, but your mind refuses to focus on the task at hand. You shove the phone back in your pocket and try to play the next few rounds with the same smile and wit you had before, but your brain is incapable of forming any funny quips. When Minghao’s turn comes and you don’t win the round, a few people joke at your lack of focus; you just shrug and laugh weakly. You don’t even make it a full ten minutes before you excuse yourself in a small voice, saying you need to catch some sleep so you can wake up for an early-morning study session. Minghao eyes you suspiciously as you stand and leave the group while everyone whines at you to stay just one more round. You give Seungkwan your well wishes and leave early, repeating you excuse incessantly, despite his obvious concern. 

“Did something happen?”

You can only find it in yourself to apologize to the host profusely while quickly backing up toward the door. When you walk out you gasp in the humid air, placing your hands on your knees as if you’d just trudged through a marathon. The sun is almost fully set and a misty rain has begun to fall. You start to make the trek back to your own apartment, kicking rocks on the sidewalk as you start your journey. 

By the time you make it to the bus stop, you’re practically sobbing, and you have to force yourself to quiet down every time a stranger passes you. This is the bus stop you used to meet Jaehyun at to walk to campus together. The bus stop where your past lover begged you to believe his loyalty to you despite the clear video’s you’d seen of him kissing another person at some small, dingy house party. The same person whose pretty face stared back at you in his Instagram post. You don’t blame his new partner, and you feel icky for even being slightly envious of them. You know you’re better without him, but you can’t help the suffocating feeling in your chest. Feeling the cold metal of the bench causes the memories to feel ten times more vivid, and your sobs grow more uncontrollable. Since you’ve started walking the misty rain has begun to fall in steady, fat drops. You pull the hood of your jacket taut against your head and look down at your hands, both in self-pity and in an attempt to avoid getting rain in your eyes.

“What the hell? What are you doing out here?” Perfect timing. The one who would revel in your pain most is here to see you at your worst.

“Be real. Am I pathetic?” Instead of responding with a simple yes and moving forward like you expected him to, Minghao takes a seat next to you, leaving less than an inch between his thigh and yours. He moves the umbrella he’s holding to cover your body.

“Why would you ask me that?”

“‘Cus I feel pretty fuckin’ pathetic right now. And you may hate me, but at least you’re honest.”

“Well, no, I don’t think you’re pathetic,” he says. There’s an unfamiliar affection laced in the way he emphasizes his words.

“I’m sitting here crying over a guy that I haven’t spoken to in months. I don’t even like him as a person anymore, but somehow the thought of him being with someone else hurts like hell.”

“That’s natural. You and Jaehyun dated for like a year. And after what he did to you, it’s probably weird to see him happy with someone else.”

“You’re right,” you agree. You pause mid-nod. “I didn’t know you knew anything about me, let alone my terrible dating history.”

“I’m not completely oblivious to you, you know. The whole reason I followed you out here was because I knew you were lying about that study session. You’ve always been a night studier.” Suddenly, the raindrops falling by his feet seem to be more interesting than your eyes, as he lowers his head to avoid your gaze. “And as far as Jaehyun is concerned, it’s pretty hard to ignore your relationship when I’m beating myself up wishing it was me.”

You wipe your teary eyes with a fist and stare at Minghao, eyes wide and mouth agape. 

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315 notes - Posted June 22, 2022

#2

little secrets

pairing: vernon x gn!reader

word count: 1.2k (basically)

summary: a night routine with vernon. you both are very normal and super discreet about how much you love each other.

extra stuff: established relationship, no plot, not even a little bit. slice of life (?)

the moment you hear the shower turn off, you drag yourself from the comfort of vernon’s bed and head toward the bathroom to do your night routine, tired but eager to spend your final moments of the day with him. as you walk closer to the bathroom, you can hear the music from vernon’s shower playlist blend with his own mindless hums and mumbles. he’s already opened the door, as if to wordlessly invite you inside. the moment you step inside, your first breath is full of steam laced with the scent of sweet citrus soap. vernon looks up from towel-drying his hair to shoot you a sleepy smile and you return the gesture. with his music continuing softly in the background, the two of you commence your night routine, exchanging details about each person’s day in the process.

i. teeth brushing

both of your tired eyes, drained by the day’s work and responsibilities, meet in the mirror as you begin softly brushing your teeth. despite the obvious exhaustion in his face, you don’t miss the fondness in vernon eyes as he assesses your figure in the mirror. considering it’s one of the few tasks that prevents coherent speech, though, vernon’s attention drifts a bit from you and more toward his playlist as the seconds pass, closing his eyes when the next song starts to play. when he bobs his head, almost like he’s completely alone, you can’t help but giggle through the foaming toothpaste in your mouth. when the chorus plays, you start to hum along and he almost immediately snaps back to reality.

“you know this song?” you can barely understand him through his vigorous tooth-brushing. he had every right to be surprised. it was an obscure song—the artist had less than 20,000 monthly listeners on spotify—yet you were humming along as if it was a top 40 hit that you’ve heard in every department store. you shrug your shoulders before rinsing your mouth to answer properly.

“kinda. you played it in the car once and i liked it. it’s catchy, you know?” that might have been a bit of an understatement. he played it on the way back from a special, late-night exhibition at a science museum that you two had attended, and maybe you’d added it to your playlist the second he dropped you off at your apartment. perhaps the song reminded you of the best parts of that night—from vernon’s ramblings about how the laws of the universe manifest in relationships (with some surprisingly astute points that made you revisit a few philosophy books in your collection) to the way the humid night breeze left his soft hair fluttering in every direction. it’s on the playlist you listen to most frequently, so you hear it at least once a day, and each time it reminds you of the night you realized you’d be infatuated with him forever. it’s possible that this could be the case.

(vernon knows none of this, of course. that is, until you share your spotify wrapped with him in december and that song is your third most-listened-to track. you tell him the full story at that point, thinking it will make a tender moment. which it does. a really big, dumb, blinding smile spreads on his face and he teases you for being hopelessly in love with him.)

“well if you like this one i have a whole album that you’ll love. i’ll show it to you before we go to sleep.”

ii. face washing

when you reach in your small toiletries pouch to exchange your toothbrush for your skincare, you realize you forgot to pack your facial cleanser. you blow a long huff of air from your lips in mild frustration at the idea that your consistent, precise routine would be interrupted and replaced with whatever vernon had on hand. 

“can i borrow your cleanser tonight?” you ask reluctantly.

“of course,” he answers instinctively. when he opens his cabinet, though, you don’t miss the way his hands pause and he gives a short glance your way, as if debating whether to give it to you or not. he avoids your eyes when he pulls out the familiar bottle and passes it to you. it’s the product you’ve been using for years, the product that is sitting idle in your own bathroom cabinet. there’s no way vernon, would know this, though, you reason. you’ve never had a reason to tell him what products you use, and this cleanser is far from a common household item—you’d only found out about it through some small skincare forum in like 2016, and you can only order online directly from the manufacturer. somehow you doubt it’s come into his possession by pure coincidence. 

“how’d you know i use this?”

“oh,” he clears his throat. “remember, i had to use it once when i spent the night at your place. i liked it better than the one i was using so i just ordered it.” it certainly is not because ever since he leaned in for your first kiss he’s been wanting to find the source of the faint eucalyptus scent that always seems to be present whenever he gets close enough to indulge in it. and it definitely isn’t because after deducing that it wasn’t your signature perfume or lotion or shampoo he was certain that he’d been imagining it the entire time. but the night you let him use your cleanser, it’s like he was magically cured of whatever ailment made him so curious to know the intricacies of your aroma. it’s certainly not true that he couldn’t even admit to himself the struggle (and sheer amount of money) that it took for him to find and purchase this, so he most certainly wouldn’t admit it to you right now. it has nothing to do with that at all.

you can tell there’s more to it than he’s letting on, but looking at the way his gaze continues to fall slightly below your eyes rather than into them, you decide to spare him the embarrassment of making him admit how much he thinks of you.

“if you liked it so much you should’ve told me! i guess we both know they can be hard to find and they sell out fast, so i’ll buy extras next time.” you smirk at him and he playfully shoves you with his shoulder.

(his admission comes a few months later when you decide to alter your skincare routine a little bit. you’re walking along the river after a lunch date and when your surroundings seem sufficiently secluded, he throws his long arm over your shoulders and gives you a loving peck on your forehead. before he can even register how odd he sounds, he asks if you’ve switched your face cleanser, to which you say yes while subconsciously pulling out your phone to check for a dry patch or breakout. he picks up on your sudden self-consciousness and quells it by telling you his love for the now-absent eucalyptus scent that normally is all over your face. you don’t switch up your cleanser again after that.) 

a/n: im sorry that i am incapable of writing something with a plot. i am simply a sucker for fluff and also when i write plot it usually is not something im proud of (still read bus stop on main st tho bc i put a lot of mental effort in trying to have a semblance of storytelling). anyways this was just self-indulgent a little bit. i really love vernon. i totally didn’t make him use citrus soap bc i use citrus soap. i also am not crazy about the name of this fic but pls just go with it i never know what to name things. i tried to proofread this but it is likely i have typos or something, so tell me if u notice anything.

feel free to reblog and send in asks to give feedback. also, requests are open.

509 notes - Posted July 16, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

just for you

pairing: vernon x gn!reader

summary: how you got to be vernon’s lockscreen

word count: 630-ish

It’s one of the rare occasions when Vernon just has an entire free day so you both agree for him to stop by your place in the morning so you can spend a full day of lounging and lying lifeless on your couch together. When you hear his soft knock on your door, you rush to open it for him, your socks slipping a bit in your haste. As you let him in you see he has a small white bag in his hand, the label on the side revealing he’d made a recent trip to the electronics store. You silently point at the bag with a curious expression as soon as he sets it on your table. 

“Just a little gift for you.”

“It’s not my birthday or an anniversary…” Your eyes narrow as you think of a reason for the present. He squints back at you to mock your suspicious expression. It’s not that Vernon only gives you things on special occasions, but he normally prefers to give you gifts when you’ve explicitly told him you want something, and you don’t recall dropping any sort of hints. You peek in the bag and gasp as soon as you see what’s inside. It’s a pair of headphones identical to the ones hanging on his neck, except yours are white while he sports a black pair. 

“Damn,” the simple, yet effectively expressive word erupts from your chest. He snickers at the way you excitedly grab the box and examine every inch of it like it’s your greatest new treasure. “How’d you even know to get these for me.” You look up at him with wide and bright eyes.

“You literally complain about your current ones all the time. Plus, I know you like to sleep with music, and these won’t fall out as easily as your earbuds.” He moves to open the box for you. “The sound quality is insane, too—just listen. It’s like the instruments are in your ears.” As he removes the item from its packaging for you to test them, you get a sudden idea. Without a word you go half-run, half-glide to your room and return with a hefty plastic box. 

“What’s that for?”

“Help me decorate them,” you say. You open the box to reveal neat, divided piles of charms, gems, and stickers. He raises an eyebrow at you but complies nonetheless, taking a seat beside you at the table.

The new Netflix show that you and Vernon had originally intended to watch is miles behind you now as the two of you listen to your shared playlist and stick on small hearts and cartoon characters to the large surface of the headphones. 

It takes a while, for the two of you stop often to ask the other:

This one’s cuter if it’s crooked, right?

Should I break up the pink with some blue or keep it monochrome?

Does this cross rhinestone look too out of place?

 When it seems adequately covered, Vernon holds them up, allowing you both to survey your masterpiece. 

“Cute,” you smile, propping your head up against your fist as you lean on the table and declare a job well done. Vernon puts the headphones on your head, pushing a few hairs back in the process.

“Cute, indeed.” He grabs his phone and quickly takes a burst of photos before you can even think to stop him. You lean over to see the pictures he took, only to see him setting a picture to his lockscreen. It’s one from the second you realized he was snapping a photo, and you’re pouting in it.

“It’s time for yours now,” you joke and lightly kick his leg with your socked foot. To your surprise, he removes his headphones from their home on his neck and sets them on the table. “Vernon, I was kidding. We don’t actually have to do yours.”

“Oh, word?” he asks, laughing at his own misunderstanding. “Well, I kinda wanna do it, still.” You smirk.

“Ok so do you want Hello Kitty stickers or Gorrilaz stickers?” you question, already rummaging through the bin. 

 a/n: well. this is my first official seventeen fic post. as this is my first one it would be really appreciated if you left feedback (good, bad, or otherwise) either via reply, reblog, or asks! i hope you were able to enjoy this and i hope i can write many many more. xoxox

love, ro

816 notes - Posted June 18, 2022

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#tumblr2022 #year in review #my 2022 tumblr year in review #your tumblr year in review #this was fun #love that i reblog myself the most mhm self love babes #also did not know the notes on any of my top posts except for the first two so i was pleasantly surprised! #just for u is my baby my magnum opus my life’s work

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but also emily and i have an au that im v tender about in which livvy and anakin both kinda dip from the order after some Shit goes down & anakin gets to live his best trophy husband + dad life, palpatine is dead and musty, livvy eventually ends up falling in love w a girl from naboo and regularly babysits the twins who call her “auntie”

#the most important imagery is her and her gf sitting w luke and leia on the beach while a bonfire burns and she's using the force to make #little shapes in the smoke and the flame for their entertainment