I was thinking about this scene, now that we know Sana knew™ more than we thought she did…
Sana was probably so pissed at Vilde after she saw her text outing Isak. Her jaw quite literally drops in shock. That was the last straw.
I honestly think we see Vilde as more irritating than usual in season 4 for a reason.
Because Sana is truly done with how inconsiderate Vilde can be and I’m waiting for her to snap😧
does that mean you're treating me to red lobster?
*plays hard to get*
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“Are you almost done?” Lance laid on your
bed with his hands behind his head as you finished packing some stuff.
“Yeah give me five seconds.” You popped
your head out of your closet before returning to folding the last of your
“You said that 10 minutes ago, we are
going to miss the flight.”
“Stop nagging, you sound like my mother.”
You zipped up your suitcase and brought it out into your bedroom. “Ok I’m
“Finally.” Lance stood up. “Your bed is
really comfortable Y/N. Should we get back into it?”
“I really hate you, you know that right?”
“Don’t kid yourself, you don’t hate me.”
Lance smiled and walked out of your bedroom. You brought your suitcase out to
Lance’s car. He opened the trunk and you put it in before walking to the
passenger door and getting in. Lance’s black Cadillac was ridiculous but, it
screamed Lance. Lance closed the driver’s door and turned on his car. The
engine purred to life and the radio started playing. Lance had a playlist
playing and the song Promiscuous by Nelly
Furtado started blasting through the speakers.
“You listen to this?” You were holding
back a laugh.
“Fuck you it’s a good song.” Lance looked
over before backing out of your parking lot and heading down the road towards
The song continued to play and you found
yourself singing along quietly. Lace would glance over to you every now and
again when you’d say certain phrases. The next song to play was Starboy by The Weeknd
“You know, your playlist is very douchey,
but It’s not bad.”
“Thank you? I’ve never had someone say my
playlist is douchey but there’s a first for everything.”
You guys arrived at the airport and check
in, sending your large suitcases on the way before heading over to the ridiculous
line for security. The line took 45 minutes alone to get to the metal
detectors. After an eternity and a half, you found your gate and set your stuff
on a chair before plopping down.
“Do you want anything? I’m going to walk
around and see what’s good.”
“If there is a Starbucks, I’ll take
“If you stumble upon food, I won’t
“Ok, I’ll brb.”
Lance walked off somewhere and you pulled
out your phone, sending your mother a text that you were at the airport and
what time your flight should land. She responded with an ok, and that she will
have someone pick you up at the airport. You closed out your messages and put
in your headphones. You played some music and put your feet up onto the chair,
leaned your head on your hand, which rested on the arm rest. You closed your
eyes and relaxed a bit, since you knew that you wouldn’t be getting much
relaxation next 4 days. After a few minutes, you felt Lance’s presence return.
You opened your eyes and saw he had a coffee extended towards you.
“Thanks.” You grabbed the cup and took a
“No problem.” Lance looked over his
shoulder towards the restaurant. “I forgot about food, but I saw the fucking
hottest chick, I wish I could find a closet somewhere and invite her.”
You rolled your eyes and drank your
coffee. “You’re ridiculous.” Lance had no response, except for the side look he
gave you before drinking his own coffee.
The flight began boarding an hour later,
once you guys found your seat you made yourself comfortable again, or at least
as comfortable as you could on an airplane. It was 6am, so the plane was fairly
packed for being an early 4th of July weekend flight. It had been a
while since you’ve flown, so you were thankful that you wore shorts and a tank
top, unlike Lance who was in dark jeans and a white t shirt.
30 minutes after taking your seats, the
plane was finally moving towards the runway to take off. You pulled out a pack
of gum to chew so your ears wouldn’t pop.
“Do you want gum?” You looked over to
Lance while putting your piece of gum in your mouth.
The plane lifted and took to the sky while
you watched Los Angeles’ skyline become smaller and smaller in the sunrise.
Once the light became too much you closed the blind and pulled out the book you
had been reading. Lance took out his phone and headphones, putting them in his
ears before playing music, he closed his eyes and crossed his arms.
You had made it about 2 more chapter into
your book when Lance’s head fell onto your shoulder. You looked over and saw
that he was fast asleep. You decided not to shrug him off, since he was going
to have hell to deal with back home. You hadn’t made it past the end of the
chapter before you had also dozed off.
You awoke to someone grabbing your thigh
and shaking it slightly. You opened your eyes and were immediately met with
Lance’s blue ones.
“Hey we just landed.”
You stretched and let out a yawn before
gathering your stuff.
Your mother had promised someone would be
at the airport to pick you up, but you didn’t imagine it would be a chauffeur.
You exchanged glances with Lance before following the man to the car he had
parked outside. It was warm on the east coast, but wasn’t nearly as warm as
California. The ride to your mother’s was a short one, she lived in a suburb
only 5 miles away from the airport. You had never been to this house, since
your mom had only lived here for a year.
The house was ridiculously large, there
was a half circle driveway in the front with, of course, a fountain in the
middle. The car came to a stop before the door was opened for you and Lance.
“Well, here were go.” You looked at Lance
and he winked down at you before grabbing your hand and intertwining it with
his. The two of you walked towards the front door and you grabbed the handle
opening it. The foyer was empty but there were 4th of July
“MOM?” You called out, before walking out
of Lance’s grasp and looking towards the kitchen.
“Y/N, You’re here already?!” Your mother’s
voice rang out from upstairs. You turned around and looked at the woman walking
down the stairs. You walked towards her and she brought you into a hug. Once
you guys separated, she held you at arm’s length, giving you a look up and
down. “You’re getting way too skinny sweetheart. We need to make sure you eat
“Mom, I have to be in shape for trials
“I’m still making sure you eat, screw your
“Mom, this is Lance. You guys have met
before, but he,” You took a second before finishing your sentence, the words
coming out so foreign. “is my boyfriend.” You walked closer to Lance and
grabbed his arm. He looked down and you, slightly shocked by the contact. “Lance
this is my mother, Y/M/N.”
“Oh yeah, aren’t you Y/N’s coach?”
Lance nodded, and looked at you. “Uh, yep.
It’s great to finally meet you. Or officially meet you, should I say.”
“Leave it up to my daughter to get herself
an older man, and her coach, of course.” Your mother rolled her eyes and
motioned between Lance and you. You shifted where you stood and shot her a
look. “You two must be exhausted, let me show you to where you’ll be staying.”
Your mother turned around and headed back up the stairs. You look up at Lance
and clenched your jaw before signaling your eyes towards your mother. Lance
chuckled under his breath before putting a finger gun towards his head and
pretending to shoot it.
You started up the stairs and followed
your mother up towards a bedroom, she opened the door and lead you guys in.
“Hopefully this will be fine? There was
bathroom through that door there.”
“Yeah it’s fine thanks mom.”
“Ok well I’ll leave you guys to get
comfortable, I had Andrew bring your stuff up while we were talking, your
suitcases are in the closet, over there.” Your mother walked past and closed
the door after she stepped into the hallway. You walked over to the bed and
fell onto it.
“She’s even more insufferable that I
remember.” You laid your arm over your face. “How the fuck will we survive?”
“Jesus Y/N, When you said she was bad, I
did not think she’d be this bad. Jesus fucking Christ. I want to leave,
“No you don’t” You sat up and pointed
towards Lance. “We are in this together now mister. The only thing that can
give us solace is the fact that there will be so much alcohol in this house
“Now, that is something I can look forward
Lance jumped on the bed next to you and
laid on his stomach, burying his face into the blanket to let out a yell.
“Did I ever mention, I just fucking hate
parents. I’ve had to meet so fucking many, and I hate, all of them. Parents fucking
suck.” Lance sighed in frustration before standing up and walking towards his
suitcase. “I’m going to take a shower.” Lance walked into the bathroom and turned
on the light. “You’re more than welcome to join.”
“Ew, no what the fuck.”
“Your loss.” Lance closed the door and turned
on the shower. You rolled over on the bed and closed your eyes. You hadn’t
planned on falling asleep, you just wanted to rest for a second.
When Lance come out of the bathroom in gray
sweatpants and no shirt on, he was running a towel through his hair. He looked
over and saw you sleeping in your clothes, as if you just knocked out. Lance
threw the towel over the chair and walked over to you. He went to your converse
and untied them, before sliding them off your feet and setting them next to the
chair before walking back over.
“Hey, Y/N Here,” Lance grabbed the blanket
from underneath you. “Let me put this blanket on you.” You shifted in your
sleep, gaining enough consciousness to help get yourself tucked in before
rolling over and completely passing out again. Lance walked to the other side
of the bed, sliding under the blanket and taking another look at you before
turning his back to you and closing his eyes.
You woke up to the setting sun hitting
your face from the window. You rubbed your eyes before reaching down into your
pocket, grabbing your phone. It was 15 minutes to 6, and the party was at 6:30,
luckily you didn’t plan on dressing up too much. You looked to your right,
finding Lance, still sleeping. He was laying on his stomach with his arms under
the pillow, face towards you. You suddenly remembered that he helped you under
the blanket on the bed. Lance was always cocky in LA while he was in his
element, but you were really hoping that he’d let his walls down and show a
softer side the next 4 days.
You took the blankets off you and
stretched, Lance stirred and opened his eyes. “What time is it?”
“Almost 6. The party is at 6:30.”
“I don’t wanna go to the party.”
You stood and walked over to your suitcase
and grabbed the dress that you planned on wearing, and the sandals. You walked
into the bathroom and stripped yourself of you clothes and stepped into the
dress. You opened the door to Lance, standing in a white button up shirt, wide
open, and his grey sweatpants still. He was looking down when you emerged, not
catching the look of surprise on your face, a warmth growing in your lower
belly. You shook it off and cleared your throat.
“Can you zip this for me?”
You walked over to Lance and turned
around. He grabbed the zipper, pulling it up slowly, his fingers brushing
against you slightly leaving chills up your spine at the lost contact.
“They you go.” He put his hands on your
shoulders, giving them a small squeeze. You ran you hand through your hair and
went back into the bathroom to put on some light makeup and lipstick. You
grabbed your shoes and walked back into the bedroom towards the bed to put your
shoes on. Lance was wearing grey pants,
the sleeves of his shirt rolled up to his elbows, the top buttons on his shirt,
“I’m so proud of you, you’re not wearing
red, white, and blue, or a track suit. I’m so proud.”
“You’re so funny. You know me, I like to
kiss ass and make parents like me.”
“I really doubt my mother will like you,
or me, or anyone but this fake life she lives.”
bet? 100 bucks says I can make her like me.”
“You’re on.” You shook his hands while
laughing and finished getting ready.
You were sitting down at one of the many
tables in the backyard, drinking a glass of champagne when you felt the chair
next to you move, and Lance sit down next to you.
“These people aren’t taking the bait.”
You laughed and shook your head. “Maybe
they see through your bullshit.”
“But that’s not possible, I’m really
You stood up, still laughing at the
desperation in Lance’s voice. “Well, you can keep trying I’m going to find
something stronger.” You motioned towards your glass before walking away and heading
back into the empty house. There was a full bar lining the counters, with
ending possibilities of mixed drinks. You decided to make yourself a jack and
coke. You walked over towards the living area to look at the pictures on the
fire place. There were some of Mark’s children and he and mom. Then in the
middle, was a picture of you at your first Olympic Game. You were 16 and it was
the same year you messed up your hamstring.
“I still remember when you won.” Mark
walked up next to you and put an arm around your shoulder, kissing the top of
your head. “I felt so bad that I could see you earlier kiddo.”
“It’s ok, I was tired anyways. Plus, I
knew I would see you tonight.” You smiled up at him.
“When is your next competition? I want to
try and get off work.”
“Um in 4 weeks is the Games, next week is
trials so hopefully I’ll qualify and then I’m back to Toronto.”
“You’ll do great. I’ll even get your
mother to come around.”
“Thanks Mark.” You leaned into his side
hug and he squeezed your arm before walked back towards the kitchen. “Hey
Lance, you treat this one well, she is amazing. Don’t hurt her.”
“She really is great.”
You kept your back towards the men, but
smiled at the compliment. You heard Mark leave the room and Lance walked up
next to you with a glass.
“So, does everybody love you yet?”
“No. I don’t get it; the east coast is
You laughed and took a drink. “I’m sorry
your ego is deflating.”
Lance just sighed and chugged the rest of
“Do you want another drink?”
“Yeah. Thanks” You downed your drink and
handed him the glass.
“No, not really.”
Lance walked over to the bar and you
“I really don’t want to go back outside.”
“Let’s just explore.”
“I’m pretty sure there is like a movie
theater down stairs. We can just watch some shitty movie and get fucking
“Let’s find it.”
Lance handed you the drink and he grabbed
another bottle before you guys went to find the basement door. You found the
door and went downstairs. There was a bunch of couches and chairs with a large screen
and a wall of movies.
“So, I say we just close our eyes and pick
a random one?” Lance suggested standing in front of the large shelf.
“Sure.” You walked over and pointed to a
random disc. Lance grabbed it and took it off the shelf. The movie as called ‘The
“Well this looks god awful.”
“Yeah I’m sure there will be enough drink
Lance put the disc in and you took off
your shoes, sitting down and grabbing a blanket putting it on your legs. Lance
took a seat by you and grabbed the bottle of Tequila. The movie was truly god
awful and before you were even 20 minutes in you were already slightly drunk.
Lance and you just made joke and talked shit about the whole movie. The worse character
in the movie was the villain Chase, it was laughable and you found yourself
just rolling your eyes and drinking whenever the movie became ridiculous.
Lance and you made it about halfway
through the movie before you both knocked out. The movie playing out until the
end as you guys slept.
There are more than 3000 floors to Kane Co Tower, if the number behind Kane when he walks into his office are to be believed. The current tallest building the WORLD is only a couple-hundred. WE GET IT DUDE YOURS IS BIGGER.
Casual reminder Texas punches the inside of his car to make it do things instead of pressing buttons
also he appears to have two gas pedals so he can just slAM BOTH FEET ON THEM AS HARD AS POSSIBLE
We see exactly one (1) female Kane Co. executive (excluding Julie) and she appears to be a very curvy middle-aged black lady who I have immediately decided is Claire’s mom
OKAY BUT IT WOULD MAKE SO MUCH SENSE THAT’S HOW CLAIRE AND JULIE ENDED UP FRIENDS! Kane wouldn’t let just anybody be his precious Julie-Bear’s friend! Claire’s mom is part of Kane’s Board of Directors! YOU CAN’T TAKE THIS HEADCANON FROM ME
Almost every time we catch a brief glimpse of Chuck’s eyes he’s making a face like >8C like this boy is scared but also he is ready to Throw Down
Jacob has canonically created AIs that can feel loyalty, fear and kinship, and that can be moved by speeches/emotionally engaged.
So honestly, we’re a go for any android headcanon anybody wants to throw around, lbr.
The face Mike makes when Chuck is like “I’d have to save you life and let’s face it, that ain’t gonna happen” literally breaks my heart EVERY TIME he’s so sad that Chuck’s sad oh my god.
related: the face Chuck makes when Mike pins the crown pin on his chest makes me UNBELIEVABLY GODDAMN EMOTIONAL holy crap he’s so happy
Rayon could literally punch me in the face and I would be like HAHA WOW
The Duke is REALLY PISSED about Mike accidentally wrecking one half-built car-frame, but literally fires fully-built limos out of a cannon at people. WHAT IS THE TRUTH
Listening to Chuck babbling while trying to drive in Blonde Thunder like AT LEAST LET HIM SWEAR HE OBVIOUSLY WANTS TO HE IS DYING
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