#Carlos jaw starting to unhinge

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Would like to know what’s so interesting

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pairing: charles leclerc x sm admin!reader

summary: an unofficial fan account gets a little unhinged until it doesn’t…

a/n: well I was planning out a different piece and this one formed like completely done in my head so…

a/n2: also this picture of charles is just fucking godlike 👌🏻👌🏻

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scuderiaferrari: and so the season starts!!

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user1: this is gonna be our year! I can feel it

↳user2: Forza Ferrari Sempre!🏎️🏎️

↳user1: Forza Ferrari Sempre! ❤️

charles_leclerc: 😁 it’s good to be back!

↳user3: WDC incoming! All the signs point to it! Forza Ferrari Sempre!

↳charles_leclerc: Forza Ferrari Sempre!

↳user3: omg I’m gonna faint! 🥳🥰😊

user4: god could they look any hotter???

↳user5: I know right??? Like leave a little for the rest of us!

↳user6: 🕰️ timing it till cl16wife gets here…

↳user7: I was just about to say the same thing 😆

↳cl16wife: I felt a disturbance in the force and I came running

↳cl16wife: holy shit I’m wet

↳cl16wife: just give me one chance I’ll give you head so good it’ll change your life 🥵🥵

↳user6: 🤣 you need to keep it pg

↳user8: girlie you need to get a life

↳cl16wife: I have one and I’ve decided to devote it to being on my knees for the hottest man ever

carlossainz55: it’s great to be back!

↳landonorris: don’t sound so happy you muppet! We were supposed to go golfing this weekend!

↳carlossainz55: Ferrari first!

↳landonorris: then me right?

↳carlossainz55: no

↳landonorris: what!!

↳carlossainz55: you rank about 10th

↳landonorris: WHAT!!

↳user9: I’ll put you first!

↳landonorris: I’m good with 10th

cl16wife: god please just give me one chance 🙏🙏

↳user10: girl I think he might give you a restraining order

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cl16wife: my man being a whore on main…🤤🥵

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user11: girl… I see the vision

user12: this is disgusting behavior. Just because he’s an athlete doesn’t mean you have the right to objectify him

↳cl16wife: you’re the one who followed me and this has been the type of content on my page for years. Leave or shut up

user13: I knew as soon as I saw his photo dump cl16wife would be there

↳cl16wife: my man be looking fine as fuck lately. Of course I’m gonna be there

cl16wife: doggy, missionary, cowgirl, reverse cowgirl, cuddlefuck, side fuck, mating press, 69, upside down, full nelson, pile driver, one leg up, tied up, in the shower, in the kitchen, on the floor, on the wall, on the couch, in the garden, on the grass, in a car, till the mattress is wrung out and soggy, till he molds it to the shape of his dick, till my throat needs stitches, till my hips are dislocated, till my pelvis snaps, till my jaw is locked, till my body is numb, till the wall paint is peeling off, till he’s shooting blanks, till the house falls apart

↳user14: I’ve got something for you!

↳cl16wife: yeah?

↳user14: it’s a bible and a restraining order Jesus Christ

↳cl16wife: sorry only accepting Charles Leclerc as a gift!

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scuderiaferrari: and that’s how you do it! March and April were made to be Ferrari red! 5 Ferrari 1-2 wins and our Charles Leclerc is leading the championship battle with Carlos Sainz in a close second! Forza Ferrari Sempre!

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user15: I TOLD YOU! ITS OUR YEAR

↳user16: god I don’t want to get my hopes up yet but please please please 🙏🙏🙏

↳user17: I know we as Tifosi are delulu to the extreme but I think it’s finally gonna go our way! 🤞🏽🤞🏽🤞🏽

charles_leclerc: ☺️ the world looks good from the top step

↳cl16wife: you look good on top 🥵🥵

↳user20: not on his thread girl

↳user21: boundaries! Are! Important!

↳scuderiaferrari:…👀👀👀

↳scuderiaferrari: anyway! Congratulations Charles! Our il predestinato! Forza Ferrari Sempre!

↳charles_leclerc: Forza Ferrari Sempre!

user18: is this what Red Bull fans felt like last year?

↳user19: yes. Yes it is — I don’t really like for the fact we aren’t winning this year but I guess if it hadn’t be someone leclerc is an alright option

↳user18: you can show some more enthusiasm you know — even max is proud of Charles! You should see his face when he goes to congratulate Charles

↳user19:… I guess

carlossainz55: great start!! Let’s keep the momentum up

↳scuderiaferrari: couldn’t have put it better myself chili 🌶️!!

↳scuderiaferrari: proud of both our boys up there on those podiums! Forza Ferrari Sempre!

↳carlossainz55: Forza Ferrari Sempre!

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scuderiaferrari: heading into summer break with a commanding lead! Our il predestinato has a commanding lead with Carlos coming in strong at 2nd! We’ll be back in August just as strong!

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user22: I’m literally on my knees asking for a boring second half of the season

↳user23: no but for real. Let’s do a couple dozen laps of no crashes and no over takes

↳user22: 🤞🏻🤞🏻🤞🏻

cl16wife: I am literally on my hands and knees for this man holy god

↳user24: I am literally spraying you with a water bottle

↳cl16wife: leave me alone! I’m just a girl

↳user24: you’re totally not

↳cl16wife: 🥲😭😢

charles_leclerc: you flatter me 🥰

↳user25: you’ve got this Charles!! WDC incoming!!

↳user26: our il predestinato!!

↳user27: woohoo!! Forza Ferrari Sempre!

↳maxverstappen1: congrats Charles

↳charles_leclerc: merci!

↳maxverstappen1: don’t get used to it however. I’m gonna make you work for it in August

↳charles_leclerc: like you did in the first half?

↳maxverstappen1: 😑

carlossainz55: we look good in 1-2!

↳charles_leclerc: we do! We’ll just have to keep doing it!

↳carlossainz55: ¡Absolutamente!

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user28: and when I say something controversial?

↳user29: I’m sat. I’m listening.

↳user28: I think it’s Charles Leclerc and cl16wife

↳user29: what???

↳user28: ok no but listen

↳user28: whoever is that fan account has been relentlessly flirting and thirsting over Charles on his own page AND ON the official Ferrari page

↳user28: they are legitimately the first or second to like the new posts and comment on them

↳user28: and they haven’t been reported yet! Ferrari reports people fast for that kind of behavior on the official account

↳user28: but cl16wife? They back off at like the exact right time so that they don’t get caught

↳user28: so not only do I think it’s Charles and the fan account — I think the fan account and the official account are run by the same person

↳user29:…

↳user29: ok let’s get you back to bed now

↳user29: NURSE! She’s out again!

↳user28: just wait and see. I know I’m right

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charles_leclerc: break time means boat time ☺️

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user30: hot hot hot 🥵

↳user31: yes yes he’s hot BUT WHAT ABOUT THOSE 3RD AND 4TH PHOTOS?!????

↳user31: THAT IS A WOMENS HAND

user32: Charles!! Explain! Yourself!!!

↳user33: since when does he have a girlfriend????

↳user32: THATS WHAT WE ALL WANT TO KNOW!!!

arthur_leclerc: without your favorite brother?

↳charles_leclerc: Enzo was busy?

↳arthur_leclerc: the betrayal…

↳charles_leclerc: 🤷🏼‍♂️

user34: ok but where is cl16wife?? That’s 2 shirtless photos of Charles and she’s been quiet

↳user35: right? She’s usually the first to like and comment

↳user28: I TOLD YOU!!

↳user29: oh my god you’ve escaped containment. Let it go

↳user28: CHARLES IS DATING CL16WIFE

↳user29: 🤦

user36: ok but he knows what he’s doing…that little smiley face at the end??? Such a cunty move

↳user37: right? Drops a photo dump with some SHIRTLESS photos and a new GIRLDFRIEND?? And just leaves us with a demure little emoji…

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cl16wife: CHARLES LECLERC IS YOUR WORLD CHAMPION! IL PREDESTINATO HAS DONE IT!!

CARLOS SAINZ IS YOUR VICE CHAMPION!

FERRARI IS THE CONSTRUCTORS CHAMPION!

What an amazing season this has been! Congrats again to Charles and Carlos!

FORZA FERRARI SEMPRE!!

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user38: OH! MY! GOD!!

↳user39: YOU’RE THE FERRARI ADMIN

↳user28: I FUCKING TOLD YOU BITCHES

↳user40: oh my good I can’t believe you’re right

user41: plot twist of the fucking century

↳user42: am I drunk? Like did I imbue something somehow???

charles_leclerc: chérie cl16wife

↳cl16wife: yes?

↳cl16wife: oh shit

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cl16wife: lol i knew wag life would suit me better anyway 😂😂

Btw he’s MINE SO WATCH YOURSELVES

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charles_leclerc: awwww 🥰🥰🥰 chérie…any life where you’re by my side suit you

charles_leclerc: and you’re mine too

charles_leclerc: and you made a lot of promises this season🧎🧎 …

↳cl16wife: literally sprinting to you right now 🤤🥵

[themultifanshipper]

don't be shy. elaborate.

personally i see this podium as carlos holding reader in place between his legs, readers back against his chest as oscar absolutely devours them. i just know he's the king of guy to unhinge his jaw and eat his partner alive because have you seen that man? no further explanation is needed. carlos is praising reader to no end while they're squirming and poor lando is sat in the Cuck Chair TM (there's one in every hotel fight me) unable to touch himself even though he's so hard it HURTS and all he can do is grip the armrests of the chair until his knuckles turn white. go forth and do with my thots what you will 🙃

https://www.tumblr.com/themultifanshipper/750822766739111936/or-foursome-if-youre-not-a-pussy

This lineup goes hard

Warnings: nasty, nasty foursome. Unhinged Oscar. female reader

Oscar and lando bet that whoever was in front would get to eat you out while the other was forced to watch.

They put everything they had into that race, but Lando got damage and fell behind Carlos through no fault of his own.

So Oscar had an idea: let carlos join, just to torture Lando that much more.

So there they were, Oscar with his head buried between your legs, Carlos behind you holding your arms behind your back so you couldn't touch oscar, whispering sweet praises into your ear, and poor Lando in his cuck chair facing the bed.

Lando wasn't allowed to touch himself, so he was white knuckling the armrests as he squirmed, cock hard and leaking in his pants.

Oscar had promised him that if he was a good boy, he would fuck him nasty after, so he was determined to last.

Oscar was undeniably the best at giving head. Lando and Carlos were good too, amazing in fact, but Oscar had that lazy desperation that drove you insane. He alternated between gliding his tongue over your pussy, and shoving it as deep as possible while using his nose to rub at your clit, jaw unhinged and eyes rolling back as he loses himself in the sensation of your sweet juices running down his face.

You were three orgasms in when he finally lifted his head, face and shirt soaking wet, and looked at Carlos, who was also very hard but didn't dare try anything.

"Do you want to fuck her while I fuck Lando?" He asked, droopy grin exposing his bunny teeth, but weirdly he looked more menacing than cute in that moment.

Carlos groaned, his head rolling back towards the headboard. Lando whimpered in the corner and they both looked at him.

"Yes, please" was all Carlos could muster, the sight in front of him was changing his brain chemistry. Lando's hair was soaked in sweat, as was his underwear, very obvious tent under the wet patch as he panted and rolled his hips, searching for friction.

That's how you ended up in reverse cowgirl as Carlos pounded into you from below while Lando faced you on the bed, on his knees, prostate being abused by Oscar's fingers.

Once he was prepped, Oscar grabbed his hair and shoved his face down towards where your pussy was quivering around Carlos's cock, forcing Lando to look at it, and slid into him to the hilt, before starting a punishing pace.

Lando wailed into the covers as tears ran down his cheeks from the pleasure after being denied for so long, as Oscar started teasing him.

"Look at that Lando. Look at our girl's pussy being split open by another man's cock. That could've been you."

Lando whined as Oscar gave a particularly hard thrust before continuing "You could be making her feel good if you hadn't fucked up your race"

He knew that it wasn't Lando's fault, he was just being mean. But it was working because Lando moaned and tightened around his cock, so he slowed down to a slow grind, making Lando wail in desperation again.

"Don't be selfish Lando, our girl needs to come first, why don't you help her out, hmm?"

So he let go of Lando's hair, the older man immediately surging forward to lick over your lips spread around Carlos's cock, and Carlos groaned as he slowed down ever so slightly to help Lando out.

When Lando licked over your sensitive overstimulated clit, you shrieked and clenched around Carlos, which created a chain reaction.

Carlos suddenly pounded back into you, pumping you full of him as he came inside you, which made you come, drenching Lando's face in your juices, the sight of which sent Oscar into a frenzy, slamming his hips into Lando's, who then came completely untouched, the two mclaren drivers tumbling over the edge together.

You were all a mess of panting, sweaty bodies as you all caught your breath on the now very damp bed.

Lando spoke up first, wiping his slick wet hair away from his eyes. "Next time I win, you're going to suffer, Osc"

I spiralled (what else is new?)

Look at THESE MEN! RAIL ME! PLEASE!

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'Oh, but Charles was sweet and cute and small and didn’t make your teeth hurt when you chewed him — so he giggled a little at the gesture, and it made Carlos’ smile look even bigger.'

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nsfw: watch this space, I'm open to falling from grace by @wolfiemcwolferson | E | 12.1k Lando gets a new neighbour - nothing is as it seems. This story is incredible! The world building is fantastic, and the pace and tension building make this a very consuming read. I didn't stop once! I loved this.

'Carlos laughs nervously, as he walks far enough into the apartment to turn around and wait for Lando, hands on his hips. “I think you are just trying to scare me. Perhaps you have orchestrated this to get me into your apartment.”'

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nsfw: sanctuary by @sunshinesebby | E | 196.4k (ongoing) Charles gets lost in the snow, and is taken in by a strange man. This story is a masterpiece! So beautifully written and paced. I started reading it and couldn't stop. The story is haunting. Gorgeous!

'He was a dead man walking. Soon the mountain would devour and hollow him out too and when it did, he wanted to taste as foul as possible. He wanted it to choke on him.'

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'His shadow isn’t his own, not anymore. It shakes and shimmers, fighting against its own shape. His shadow’s head twists and breaks before mending itself into that of a horse, neighing and trashing, a single horn jutting out from its forehead. Its jaw unhinges and it begins breathing heavily, drool escaping its mouth like a waterfall.'

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The shadows up ahead shifted, just enough for the uneasiness to creep in, but still so little that he wondered if his eyes were playing tricks on him.

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Ghostwriter CH 15

Unbetad Unhinged Unedited || AO3 Wattpad

Character(s): Kendall Knight, James Diamond, Carlos Garcia, Logan Mitchell, Bobby, Anne, Gustavo Rocque, Kelly Wainwright, Veronica Clark oc, Curt Haverfield

Pairing(s): Kendall Knight/Veronica Clark, Kendall Knight & Veronica Clark, Curt Haverfield/Veronica Clark, James Diamond & Veronica Clark

Word Count: 6005

“Kelly!” Gustavo called for his assistant, his voice echoing down the halls. “Make sure the dogs are on time for our big meetings!” he shouted as he exited his office, holding the latest Pop Tiger issue. 

“Here we are!” Carlos called back with a big, dopey smile on his face. 

James, Logan, Carlos, and Kendall wore burgundy and gold hockey jerseys. They carried hockey sticks, and each boy was wearing rollerblades. 

“And right on time!” The four said in unison as they stopped in front of Gustavo. 

“The guys are on time?” Kelly rushed to Gustavo’s side, worried and confused. “You guys have never done this before.” 

“Well, it’s amazing how much you can get done when you’ve sworn off dating girls.” Kendall shrugged. The record producer and his assistant did not look convinced. 

“You’ve sworn off dating girls?” Gustavo parroted, waving his hand around. He squinted, trying to catch the four boys in a lie. 

“Well, they just end up moving to New Zealand on you.” Kendall huffed. James put a hand on his shoulder. 

“And then you’re on again, off again is on again, then off again. It’s exhausting!” Logan frowned. 

“Since I’ve sworn off my fickle dating habits, my IQ has gone up 20 points!” James pointed out with a proud smile, tapping his temple to emphasize his point. Kelly raised a brow. She wasn’t buying it. “Go ahead, ask me anything.” 

“Okay, who was the first–” 

“Alexander Hamilton!” James exclaimed, cutting her off. 

Kelly and Gustavo exchanged confused looks. 

Their songwriter was lagging behind. She was sweating heavily, and her face was pale. Ronnie squinted and shielded her eyes from the harsh fluorescence. She sniffed and itched her nose. No one noticed when she entered the room, and the guys didn’t see her standing behind them. 

“With the time we save by not chasing girls, we’ve increased our hockey playing by 79% and decreased our showering by 98%.” Carlos smiled brightly. The guys nodded and pumped their fists, cheering for not showering. 

“Please increase your showering,” Ronnie groaned and shuffled past them. Up close, she looked worse. Kelly inched away from her. 

“Yup. It’s official: Big Time Rush is never going on a date again.” Kendall looked pretty proud of himself and his friends. 

“So, what’s the big news?” Ronnie tried to move the conversations along. She sunk into one of the white armchairs and curled up. 

“You finally made the cover of Pop Tiger Magazine!” Gustavo turned the magazine around to show the colorful cover. Various artists were on it, and Big Time Rush was in the bottom right-hand corner. Something was being advertised. Ronnie squinted to read the words. 

“Wither their ‘win a date with Big Time Rush’ contest.” Kelly chimed in, pointing to the bottom right-hand corner. The guys leaned in, and their jaws dropped. Ronnie laughed and started coughing. She covered her face with her elbow. James side-eyed her. 

“Are you okay?” The brunette asked. Carlos snatched the magazine from Gustavo to inspect it further. 

“I’m fine. It’s probably a common cold.” Ronnie waved away the concern and leaned against the arm of the chair. “What’s this contest about? And do I have to be here?” 

“Spend a day with the boys of BTR at the famous Palm Woods,” Logan read, and then James took the magazine from him. 

“And wrap up your date with a big-time party in the studio where the guys record their hits, sweet!” The four of them looked up at Kelly and Gustavo, who fist-bumped. 

“But, Gustavo, we’ve sworn off dating!” Kendall crossed his arms. 

“Mm, yeah.” Gustavo cleared his throat. “No, you haven’t!” He yelled at the four of them. Ronnie put her hood on and pulled the drawstrings so it closed around her face. Her hair poked through. 

“Guys, guy.” Kelly sighed. She stepped in as the voice of reason. “It’s a huge first step being on the cover of Pop Tiger.” She took the magazine from James and dragged her finger along the cover. “But now we must work even harder to climb the cover.” 

“Climb the whatta?” Ronnie mumbled from inside her hood, vocalizing the guys' thoughts. 

“Yeah, what she said.” James nodded. 

“There are three levels of success on every teen fan-zine. The entry-level is located at the bottom of the mag.” The record producer gestured to the bottom of the magazine Kelly was holding. 

“The rising star level, mid to high on the magazine with a bigger picture.” Kelly pointed to a picture as an example. 

“And finally! The superstar level! Which dominates the cover, currently occupied by teen vampire queen Aubrey Stewart.” Gustavo and Kelly pointed to the brunette actress picture on the magazine cover. 

“Another date gone horribly wrong.” James scoffed. 

“So, we have to wow these dates and impress the editors of Pop Tiger.” The guys nodded along, intrigued by fame. “So we can climb the cover and get to the next level.” Kelly smiled and nodded as Gusatvo explained. 

“But, Gustavo, this timing is terrible!” Kendall exclaimed. All four of them stood up. 

“We’re done with dates.” They crossed their arms in an X. 

Ronnie groaned again and covered her ears. 

“Can everybody just shut up for five minutes!” 

“She won’t be a date option, right?” Kendall asked, eyeing her cautiously. 

“What? No! She’s your songwriter!” Gustavo handed the magazine back to Kelly. “She isn’t an option because she isn’t a part of the band!” 

“I’d say she’s a pretty crucial part of the band,” James nodded in agreement with what Carlos said. 

“I’m going home.” Ronnie stood up and pulled her hood off. She looked even worse, somehow. The guys recoiled in disgust. 

“I’ll call the driver.” Kelly whipped out her phone and helped Ronnie down the hallway. The guys exchanged worried glances as they watched their co-worker and friend stumble down the hall. 

And just like last month, Ronnie was sick again. Carlos and James had dragged her down to the lobby for some fresh air and vitamin D when they realized Gustavo and Kelly were there. The blue-haired girl was left alone in one of the chairs in the lobby with a box of tissues. She had her hood on to block out the excess light, and Carlos moved the trashcan because he didn’t want her to get up every time she blew her nose. It was weird she had gotten sick at the same time as last month. 

“We’re going on a date!” The guys crowded around Gustavo and the editors of Pop Tiger magazine. Ronnie groaned and mentally rolled her eyes. She couldn’t handle excessive eye movement. 

“Dogs, heel.” Gustavo once again was trying to train them like the actual animal. It was bizarre. 

“Hey, guys, I’m Annie Winters, editor of Pop Tiger magazine.” A woman with shoulder-length black hair, wearing a black blazer and purple blouse, shook each other's hands as she introduced herself. The guys were grinning from ear to ear. 

“Now, we just want you guys to be yourselves, have fun, and ensure that your dates have the best time ever.” 

Ronnie snickered and laughed. If Kendall was being himself, then there was no way his date would be having any fun spending time with him. 

“Okay, let’s meet the winners!” The editor was rather perky, perhaps to keep the energy. “First up is James’ date for today.” The brunette straightened out his collar. A plain-looking girl came around the corner. “Jeanette.” 

“Hello, Jeanette.” James winked at her. 

“O-M-G, I can’t believe I get to spend the whole day with James Diamond.” She practically had stars in her eyes, gazing at him as though he was the only thing she ever cared about at that moment. Ronnie fake gagged in the background. 

“You don’t spend the day with James Diamond. You experience it.” 

“Gross.” Ronnie scrunched her face up. Logan turned around and shot her a questioning look. 

“Carlos, your date for today is Tiffany.” The editor brought out a dark-haired girl in a red dress. Carlos shook her hand like a gentleman. 

“Tiffany, it is very nice to meet you.” He was polite, too. 

“I still can’t believe I won!” She gasped. 

“Kendall, you’ll be with Bobby.” The editor went to get his date. 

“Sounds cute,” Kendall leaned over to Logan. 

“Sweet!” A brown-haired little boy wearing a grey harness ran out. His mother couldn’t keep him under control.  “I can’t believe I had a date with Kendall Knight!” 

“Yep. Believe it!” Kendall forced a smile and tried not to look so disappointed. In the background, Ronnie laughed hysterically, which threw her into a coughing fit. Gustavo shot her a look. 

“If you read this little fella’s entry, you’d know he is the biggest BTR fan ever.” The editor explained. 

“I always pose to pretend I’m you!” Bobby exclaimed with a big smile and wide eyes. He pulled up a poster with Kendall’s face cut out. “Oh-oh, oh-oh!” 

Ronnie couldn’t stop laughing. She started cackling like a wicked witch. Kendall turned around and shot her a look, then turned and gave Bobby a forced smile. The last thing he wanted to do was spend the day with a little kid instead of a cute girl. Or, more like, he wanted to spend the day caring for Ronnie so that she could get over her sickness faster. 

“I’ll see you two tonight at the party!” Bobby’s mother seemed almost too happy to leave her son with Kendall. The energetic boy couldn’t wait to get out of his harness. When she did let go, Bobby wrapped his arms around Kendall in a bice grip. 

“And finally, Logan, your contest winner is Rona.” Out came a middle-aged redhead. Kelly and Gustavo turned to look at the editor, who shrugged. 

The boys and their dates posed for a photo in the magazine. James and Carlos were the only two who looked happy. Logan and Kendall did not look like they were having fun. Because her father was at work, Ronnie had to follow Kendall and Bobby to Casa de Knight. She shuffled her feet and shoved her hands in her pockets. Watching Bobby pull Kendall along was amusing, but she wished walking wasn’t so discombobulating. She sniffled and wiped her nose with her sleeve, immediately recoiling in disgust and flapping it around as if that would clean it faster. 

Once Kendall unlocked the door, Bobby ran in and stopped in the middle of the room. Ronnie moved past them and dropped to the couch, covering her head with a pillow. Not only was Bobby annoying, but the bright lights combined with his voice made it worse. 

“Holy shamoley!” Bobby gasped. Ronnie whined, but the throw pillow muffled it. “Is that the Big Time Rush awesome swirly slide?” The songwriter was starting to regret following Kendall, of all people. 

“Yep. Want to go down it?” Kendall set the rolled-up poster down by the arcade stand machine. One moment, the kid was next to him, and the next moment, Bobby cheered as he went down the slide. 

“Wowza! I could live in that thing! I’m serious. Throw some pillows up here, and I’m good.” The very loud child’s voice was assaulting Ronnie’s eardrums. 

“Cool, so what else do you want to–” Bobby jumped on Kendall when he wasn’t looking, and the apartment suddenly screamed. Ronnie sat up just as Katie came out of her room. Kendall’s younger sister waved to Ronnie. 

“Hey, if Mom asks, I’m at the park, " she told her older brother. 

“Okay,” Kendall answered, and Bobby jumped off his back. 

“Whoah. Who was that?” The poor kid had little hearts in his eyes. 

“My sister Katie.” Kendall thought nothing of it at first. 

“Dude, hook me up.” 

“No. You won a date with me, not my sister.” 

“And now I want to date your sister.” Bobby scoffed. “She’s shmokin hot!” He made a break for it, but Kendall caught him and pulled him back. 

“No. No. No. We’re not going!” 

“I want to meet your sister!” 

“We’re not going to,” Kendall shouted over the boy. “Heel. Heel!” He treated him like a dog, much like Gustavo treated the guys like dogs. 

“God, can you both just shut up!” Ronnie snapped. She was not in the mood to deal with a loud-mouthed kid and a loud-mouthed Kendall. 

“Who are you?” Bobby turned around and finally acknowledged she was there. “Forget your sister. This chick is a babe!” 

Kendall clenched his hands into fists. He wasn’t going to hit a child, but if he did, he would make it look like an accident. Ronnie’s eyes went wide, and she felt as though she wasn’t delirious anymore. Bobby moved to get to her, and she jumped over the couch and threw a pillow at him. 

“That’s our songwriter, Ronnie.” Kendall grabbed the back of Bobby’s harness and pulled him away from her. 

“You guys have a songwriter? Cool! It must be awesome looking at her every day,” 

Ronnie coughed into her elbow. 

“Your mom said she made soup,” 

“It’s in the fridge.” Kendall smiled slightly. For once, she was being nice to him. Part of him was worried that she would stay mad at him forever, but maybe that was the anxiety talking. Not everything was smoothed over, but once Kendall finally stopped being an asshole, she could be civil with him. 

Ronnie moved past him into the kitchen and grabbed the soup from the fridge. Bobby glanced between Ronnie and Kendall. 

“So, are you two dating?” 

“Ew, no,” Kendall said without thinking. Luckily, she didn’t respond. 

“So, is she single?” Bobby combed back his hair with his fingers. 

“No. And, even if she was, she’s a little too old for you.” 

“Then can I date your sister?” 

“No!” Kendall shouted. 

“Come on! How come you get all the cute girls?” 

“I don’t get– Let’s do something that doesn’t involve girls, yeah?” Kendall grabbed Bobby’s harness and pulled him towards the couch. “Do you like video games? I bet you like video games.” 

Ronnie snickered and rolled her eyes. She heated the soup in the microwave, tapping idly on the countertop. It has officially been a month since she moved into the Palm Woods. It was a month since she officially met James, Carlos, Logan, and Kendall. Her friendship with Kendall was rocky, but all the angst and drama made excellent songwriting material. For now, the two called a “truce.” Kendall, like the teenager he is, apologized to her in a grandiose fashion. It was honestly sweet that he was trying so hard to get in her good graces. Forgiving him didn’t mean she trusted him. Ronnie knew better than to trust Kendall. He wouldn't be horrible if she treated him the way he wanted. As much as she wanted to yell and scream at him, she refrained from doing so. He hadn’t yet acknowledged his people-pleasing problem, nor did he acknowledge the thoughts and feelings he had when no one else was around. 

The smell of chicken noodle soup hit her, and she opened the microwave. Steam came off the surface of the bowl, and her stomach growled. Ronnie had to thank Mrs. Knight later, but for now, she was inclined to sit at the table and finally eat something. Curiously, she looked over at the two boys on the couch. Bobby was being quiet, finally. Who knew middle school boys like exploding zombie heads? She sat at the dining table and watched them play their video game. The only sound in the room was from the television and the furious button clicking of the controllers. Because it was silent for a while, her headache went down, and she could at least tolerate the fluorescent lighting in the apartment. Even though she lowered the bowl into the sink as carefully as possible, the ceramic ratified against the sink, and she flinched. The noise left a high-pitched ringing in her head, and she gagged. 

“Are you sure you’re okay?” Kendall asked. He and Bobby had gotten tired of playing video games. Shocker. 

“Peachy.” Ronnie white-knuckled the edge of the counter. Maybe it wasn’t a common cold, and she didn’t want to get the kid sick, even if it was. That would ruin how Pop Tiger views Big Time Rush forever. 

“Hold on, I’ll get some medicine from the bathroom.” 

Ronnie sighed and covered her face with her hands. She wanted to take a nap, and logistically, she could hole herself up in her apartment to avoid spreading whatever was making her sick, but she didn’t want to be alone. She hated being alone when she was ill. 

Then again, she could call Curt. Y’know, her boyfriend. That should have been the first thing she did instead of following Kendall, mainly because the guys didn’t need her around today. She could spend some time away from them, for once. 

“It’s fine,” Ronnie called. “I’ll go take a nap,” 

“You don’t have to leave.” Kendall came back into the main room with a bottle of Advil. 

“I have an apartment.” 

“Oh. Do you still want Advil?” He rattled the bottle gently. 

“No, thanks. I have some at home.” Ronnie pulled her hair back into a ponytail, and the sweat stuck to her forehead. 

Bobby looked between them, and a metaphorical lightbulb went off in his head. 

“You’re so bad at this.” He said to Kendall, then turned to Ronnie. “Don’t you know he–” 

“Okay! I think it’s time we go to the park!” Kendall covered Bobby’s mouth and picked him up. “Lock the door when you leave,” he said to Ronnie as he raced out the door with the struggling kid in his arms.  

The songwriter stayed behind for a second. She rubbed her temple as she looked for Curt’s contact information on her phone. While the guys were out on their “dates,” she could spend time with her boyfriend. They’d been dating for about a month and hadn’t spent much time together. She worried Curt would inevitably get jealous of the guys because her time wasn’t spent as equally as she wanted. 

In hindsight, leaving the door unlocked was a lousy idea because anyone could walk in, but she didn’t want to get up from the couch to let Curt into the apartment. She was nervous, not wearing her sweatshirt. She stalled in the bathroom for a bit longer than she should have and inspected the stretch marks on her arms. Her frown deepened as she tried to pull her sleeves over them to cover them up. They looked horrible. She hated her stretch marks, not because she gained weight, but because she felt they made her look like a zebra. 

Coming out of the bathroom, when she saw Curt standing in the middle of the room, he jumped and turned around. His eyes scanned over every inch of her as though he were a hungry animal, and Ronnie recoiled. She crossed her arms and tucked her hands under her armpits. In her mind, she knew she had yet to notice the elephant in the room. She wasn’t comfortable around Curt. She was never that secure with her self-esteem, but maybe it was because her flaws were displayed for her boyfriend to see. It rattled her. It also made her think of the day at the lake with Kendall when they accidentally sunk Mrs. Knight’s rental car. Ronnie didn’t feel so insecure when she was drying off in the sun with him in that field. 

“Are you okay?” Curt asked. He pressed a hand against her forehead. “Oh, God– Ronnie! Jesus Christ, baby, you have a fever!” He ushered her over to the couch. 

“I’m fine–” Her shin hit the coffee table, and she accidentally tripped. “All I need is cold medicine and a nap.” She waved away his concern. She would swoon if he called her baby any other day, but her mind was too muddled even to care. 

“When you’re sick, you need rest so your body can fight whatever is going on.” Curt guided her to lie on the couch and draped a thin blanket over her in case she got too warm. 

“What? No. Clark’s fight illnesses pretty quickly. My dad once cut his arm with a blade of grass, and in three days, he was healed. It left a scar, but it closed quickly.” Ronnie threw the blanket off and sat up. “Besides, I was going to work on a new song for–” He snatched her laptop. 

“Absolutely no working.” He scolded her like she was a child. 

“Hey!” Ronnie pouted. “I am not a six-year-old!” 

“Where do you keep your medicine?” 

“Cabinet next to the fridge.” Ronnie sighed and laid back down. She might as well take this opportunity to let someone care for her for once. If she was stuck at home sick, it could be used to get out of being around Kendall and that snotty little kid. At least there was a silver lining. 

The hockey player inspected the medicine in her kitchen cabinet. It was weird to have medicine in the kitchen cabinet, but it made sense since they didn’t have a cabinet in the bathroom. He grabbed bottles and squinted at the words on the label. When he found cold medicine, he turned it around and read the instructions. He didn’t want to poison his girlfriend accidentally. Turning on his heel, he walked over to the couch and sat on the edge. Opening the bottle was somewhat of a struggle because it was a childproof lock, and they sucked. But once he got it off, he poured the cherry-flavored medicine into the clear plastic cap with measurements on the side. Ronnie scrunched her face up and pulled the blanket to cover her face. 

“Hell, no!” 

“You have to.” Curt sighed and held the teeny cup out to her. 

“That shit tastes like ass!” Ronnie shook her head and hurried away. “There is no way you’re making me drink that!” 

“What if I kiss you?” 

Ronnie opened her mouth to say something, and the blonde took it as his chance to pour the liquid into her mouth. As a reflex, she swallowed it, and then she started gagging because it tasted horrible. Curt rolled his eyes. 

“See? You didn’t die from taking medicine.” 

“You suck.” Ronnie pouted. “That was not fair, you baited me!” 

Curt pressed a quick kiss to her forehead. 

“Did I?” 

“You missed.” She leaned her head up. “You’re supposed to kiss here,” she pursed her lips. 

“Oh, how silly of me. How could I forget?” Curt pressed a chaste kiss to her lips, then got up to wash the cap of the cold medicine. 

“Why are you so nice to me?” Ronnie wasn’t delirious; she would know if she was hysterical or high off of cold medicine. She propped herself up on her elbows. “I don’t get it, and we’ve known each other for about a month.” 

“Does there have to be a timeframe for our relationship?” He didn’t mean for it to come out as judgemental as it did. 

Ronnie fell silent and fiddled with the edge of the blanket. It wasn’t that she didn’t expect him to be confused, but she had consumed so much Pop Tiger media about dating because she had no idea what she was doing. She threw the blanket over her head and buried her face in her hands. Oh, God. Did she already mess up? Was he going to leave her? Why did she feel like she did something wrong? Why did this feel wrong? What was happening? Why was she like this? Why wasn’t she normal? 

“Hey,” Curt dried his hands on the tea towel and walked over to the couch again. He sat down and faced Ronnie. “I’m nice to you because you are my girlfriend, and I like spending time with you. I like it when you smile and ramble about music even though I mostly have no idea what you’re talking about.” 

“I’m not normal…” Ronnie mumbled into her hands. 

“I don’t need normal. I need you.” 

Her face grew warm, and her train of thought abruptly stopped. She had no idea why she ended up dating him. Curt made her insides feel like jelly, but part of her was afraid that he wouldn’t want her anymore. She was scared of being too much. With Addison and Callie, they knew she was different and could handle it, but she wasn’t sure how Curt could handle it. She’s been trying to suppress her oddities and present as an ordinary girl. She didn’t complain, even though squishy textures made her want to throw up. She bit her tongue and bared with the physical touch because it was supposed to be a part of a relationship; physical touch was an intimate thing partners did together. She feared he would run away if he knew what happened inside her head. 

“Ronnie?” 

She picked her head up and rubbed at her eyes. 

“I’m tired,” 

It was a half-truth. She was tired but didn’t want to have this conversation while she ran a fever. Ronnie didn’t want to say something she didn’t mean, and then, the next thing she knew, he left. It’s only been a month, and she shouldn’t think like this, but she couldn’t help it. Her last boyfriend didn’t like her for three months. He just didn’t want to be alone. The songwriter laid down and pulled the blanket up to her chin. Curt stroked her hair and left, presumably to do the dishes, even though he didn’t have to. That was what her father liked the most about him. 

“Ronnie! I need help!” James and Carlos barreled through the door. She wasn’t asleep yet but didn’t want to respond to them. She wasn’t up for solving whatever problem they had. 

“Shh!” Curt hissed at them. 

“What’s wrong with Ronnie?” James asked, he gave the blonde a weird look. “What did you do?” 

“Nothing! I gave her medicine, that’s all.” Curt held his hands up in defense. 

Carlos glared at him. Although Ronnie and Curt had gotten close, he hadn’t had the opportunity to meet her friends and get to know them. He wasn’t jealous; he was busy. And even if he were jealous, he wouldn’t tell her she shouldn’t hang out with them. They were her friends, and that mattered more than hypothetical jealousy. 

“Wait, Ronnie’s sick?” James backed away with fear in his eyes. “I can’t get sick!” 

“It’s fine.” Curt chuckled and attempted to calm the brunette. “She has a fever.” 

“That’s even worse!” 

“James!” Curt snapped. “She needs her rest,” 

“Okay, then, can you help us?” Carlos asked. 

“Yeah, sure, what’s going on?” 

“Okay, these two girls won a date with us,” James explained. 

“And James keeps switching our dates because he can’t choose which one he wants!” 

Curt blinked twice, reinforcing why he never wanted to become a pop star: Dealing with fans like James and Carlos would be challenging. 

“I don’t get what’s wrong.” Curt deadpanned. 

“What’s wrong is Carlos isn’t respecting the bro code!” James shrieked. 

“That– That’s not how the bro code works…” 

“There’s no way you know about the bro code.” James narrowed his eyes. “You’re too cocky, I don’t like you.” 

“Okay.” Curt sucked in a breath. “I don’t– I don’t know what you guys want me to do.” 

“Whatever. We’ll figure it out ourselves. Come on, Carlos.” James spun on his heel and walked out of the apartment. 

“Wait, wait, wait.” Curt glanced at Ronnie, who was sleeping peacefully on the couch. She wouldn’t mind if he helped them with their problem since she was asleep. “Guys!” Curt ran down the hall after them. It would be a great way to bond if he helped them with their girl problems. 

The songwriter was asleep, but she heard the entire conversation. Ronnie was partly glad someone else could deal with their nonsense for a while. The last thing she needed was to shuffle around the Palm Woods following the four teenage boys with a fever. Although she didn’t like not having her sweatshirt in front of Curt, she could at least try to bury that discomfort for now. He was kind and wanted to spend time with her friends. It was worth it, even if it drove her bonkers. She only hoped they could last more than three months. 

Technically, they’re entering their second month, meaning they had one to go. It wasn’t necessarily a record to beat, but for her peace of mind. She calculated the days and made a mental tally as each day passed. It was almost pathetic that her longest relationship was three months. Other people had longer relationships or even had more relationships than one. Part of her felt like she was missing out. Romance was the pinnacle of an ordinary teenage experience, and that was something she was highly lacking. But maybe she was thinking of this because she was sick and finally had to pay attention to herself. She wouldn’t admit to having difficulty relaxing, but she had always been stressed for most of her life. Sitting alone in an apartment didn’t help make it any better. 

Ronnie ended up flipping onto her stomach. Her cheek smooshed against the throw pillow. That cold medicine took her out quickly, and it worked well. She was asleep for quite a while, mainly because she was undisturbed since Curt was dealing with James and Carlos, and Bobby was keeping Kendall occupied. He was probably fighting with the little guy since the kid liked his sister. If Ronnie had siblings, she would have understood why Kendall was so put off by Bobby liking his sister, but for now, she thought it was a harmless crush. Sure, it was weird because it was a crush on his sister, but they were middle schoolers, and it wouldn’t go anywhere. Katie might even turn him down, in all honesty. 

“Ronnie!” 

Unfortunately, she was ripped from her slumber when the door slammed open. She jumped and quickly pulled the blanket around her. Kendall looked panicked. He was sweaty and breathing heavily. Ronnie sat up and furrowed her brows. She gave Kendall a questioning look. Her hair stuck up in every direction. 

“I lost Bobby. We were in the park, and I turned around for one second then he was gone. Gone!” Kendall dragged his feet over to the couch and planted his face on it. “I can’t believe I lost a kid.” He mumbled into the pillow. 

Ronnie stared at him blankly. The gears in her mind were working overtime to process his words. Thankfully, her nap had refreshed her, but her head was spinning. She blinked twice and stood up hesitantly. 

“What are we waiting for? Let’s find him.” 

Kendall merely glanced at her. Then he did a double take. 

“You’re wearing your pajamas.” He grabbed the hoodie draped off the back of the couch and handed it to her. “I know you don’t like being in public without this.” 

Ronnie stuck a finger in her ear and scratched around. Did she hear him wrong? Was the fever making her hysterical? She shrugged on her hoodie and pulled her hair into a ponytail. 

“Thanks… How do you know that?” 

“I just kind of assumed.” Kendall shrugged and got to his feet. “Can you help me find Bobby?” 

“That’s what I just said.” Ronnie smacked him on the arm. “Do you listen to anything I say?” 

“Sorry, sorry.” Kendall chuckled. “I’ll look for him at the pool, and you look around the Palm Woods.” 

“Got it.” 

The songwriter and the singer went in different directions to look for the little boy. Kendall ran to the pool because it was urgent to find him, or else Pop Tiger would condemn Big Time Rush from ever being on the magazine again. Ronnie dragged her feet across the floor as she looked around for Bobby. It wasn’t that she didn’t feel it was urgent to find him, but she didn’t want to start running and make her illness any worse. She was surprised Kendall didn’t know she was sick. James would have told everyone because he wouldn’t want to risk getting sick. His voice and career were the best things that ever happened to him. He would be one miserable son of a bitch if he ended up getting sick from the songwriter. 

Ronnie knew it was stupid to be up and about, considering she was dizzy and feverish, but she didn’t want to be confined to her apartment all day. The nap was great, but it was boring. Rushing around looking for a child was the right amount of excitement that she needed. She met Kendall in the lobby once she deemed her search fruitless. 

“He’s not in the Palm Woods.” Ronnie sank into one of the uncomfortable leather seats in the lobby. Kendall sat next to her. 

“I can’t believe I lost Bobby!” 

“I can’t believe you lost a child.” 

“What about losing a child?” Anne seemed to pop up out of nowhere. She brought her cameraman with her everywhere. 

“I didn’t lose Bobby!” Kendall jumped to his feet. 

“Then where is he?” Anne asked, glancing at Ronnie, who shut her eyes and leaned back against the wall. 

“He’s in the bathroom.” She breathed. Since she was helping him look for the kid, she might as well help him lie to the editor. 

“Oh, that’s just great! Soon, we’ll gather you all and get one last picture with your dates!” Ane pulled her lips into a tight smile and turned on her heel. 

“Thank you,” Kendall exhaled and sat back down. “What do we do?” 

“We? There is no us in this equation.” Ronnie pulled her hood over her head. “I have a fever, and you were supposed to be looking after a rambunctious little snot-waffle.” 

“Hey!” Just then, Bobby came out of the bathroom. 

“Where were you?” Kendall hopped to his feet and immediately started badgering the boy like a disappointed parent. “Ronnie and I were worried sick!” 

“For a second, I thought you would say your mother and I,” Ronnie muttered snarkily. 

“You are not helping!” Kendall flicked her upside the head. She scrunched her face up and swatted his hand away. 

“What? I went to go see your hot sister?” 

Kendall’s blood boiled, and he curled his hands into fists. 

“Say that one more time–” 

“She wanted nothing with me.” Bobby shrugged. “So, I walked away.” 

“You can’t just walk away! What if something happened to you?” 

“You sound like my mom.” Bobby frowned. “I thought you were cool.” 

Kendall opened his mouth to say something but stopped and turned to Ronnie for help. The sick girl stuck her tongue out and pulled her hood over her eyes. The light was starting to bother her again, but maybe it was the combination of Bobby and Kendall’s voice. 

“You should see a doctor,” the kid pointed out. “You don’t look pretty anymore.” 

“Okay, you little—” Ronnie kicked Kendall’s shin. She lifted her hood to give him a glare. Kendall groaned and rolled his eyes. “Be glad nothing happened to you.”  

“Oh, good. You found Bobby.” Logan strolled over, looking too happy, considering his “date” was a middle-aged woman. 

“Why are you so happy?” Kendall narrowed his eyes. “Shouldn’t you be out with Rhoda?” 

“Nope! Dropped her off at her sister’s house.” 

“I still can’t believe they let a middle-aged woman win…” Ronnie mumbled. 

Bobby hopped into the chair next to her and leaned close. “Can I play games on your phone?” 

“My phone doesn’t have games.” She groaned and pulled on the drawstrings of her hood. 

“I’m bored!” Bobby whined, and he started slamming his fists on the arms of the chair. 

“Kendall!” Ronnie moaned in pain, massaging her temples. 

Kendall turned to Logan and gave him a pleading face, clasping his hands together and repeatedly mouthing please. 

“Ugh, okay. Fine.” Logan sighed and handed Bobby his phone.

[novemberdevils]

Intermission time!! And we are back to my weekly scheduled yabbing session!!

Carlos in media session is my favourite to stare at because he usually looks like he is somewhere we can never reach and only he knows how to get there, It makes him wonder if Carlos ever resents him, especially when he comes out on top. I genuinely had a three hour long conversation with a friend of mine over this because like come on we think Charles is the one to get us back to glory so that might feels off for carlos so kudos for mentioning it because I feel people dont think about that a lot, “Will you be racing for the win on Sunday?” No he will be racing to dnf.

Ah jack doomscrolling my beloved, george always look like he is going to cry is my favourite thing during the weekend it’s always fun to watch, but merc is shit so I dont blame because Ferrari always makes me want to cry so I get it, “You know Hischier keeps throwing your name around?” Because he is in looovveee, jack is more oblivious than me and thats saying something because there was this man who was flirting with me and buying me coffee and getting me sandwich but I thought he was just being friendly until my bestie sat me down and was like how stupid are you.

@/hugheswdc is getting bullied so jack better win so they can laugh at everyone who doubted their words -can you post the headcanon about everyone? Because im getting attached to characters who dont even exist-.

Okay second period has started so we will wait unitl the second intermission to continue the yabbing session!.

Second intermission time!! 

And now we truly start the season because the first quali has arrived! And my stress has started, JACK WITH A 1:15.977 THATS MY BOY!!!! And Ferrari 1-3 start get it boys!! “Great job, Hughes.” Everyone stay calm we have our first nico compliment to jack’s face, jack is just like me because Melbourne is also one of my favourite tracks we get each other, I need to know when does nico decide to use jack or hughes when he talks about him, but nico saying that jack is too fast he might not catch him!! Boy dont make me scream into my pillow because this is not a normal thing to say about a rival.

I want McLaren to lose sorry Jamie love you but my hatred for McLaren is stronger so I dont want to see them top 10, jack your praise kink is known because you are happy when you make the team proud, jack having more poles than nico excuse me while I go and scream about this!! It’s the ONLY thing that jack wins over nico-do you have their stat? I will be curious to read it if you post them-, nico calling jack a “force”??? My guy calm down with the compliments no need to embarrass yourself.

Okay the third period has started so this will be the end of my yabbing session for the day I hope you enjoy my commentary!

yeah i am always writing that carlos looks dead to the world because That Is What He Looks Like. and doing his weird mouth thing. casually unhinges jaw. but yeah rip carlos i know Real Life says he is in the fuckass williams for the 2025 season but this is my fanfiction and i think writing him as jack's teammate is fun. they're always lowkey beefing. for a multitude of reasons. and then i get to write annoying twitter users with carlos pfps. oops

it is Vaguely implied to me in my brain that most of the tweets and articles and stuff shown are things that jack reads. maybe not all of them. but like. he does the doomscrolling. in my heacanon (it is my fic so ig it could just be canon) he has a burner f1twt account lmao but that's not super important. he doesn't tweet on it he just doesn't want to get caught accidentally liking something on main bc that would be a whole thing. bro probably doesn't even run his own twitter account. and yeah jack and nico are both different breeds of crazy. stop talking about each other to the media. Freaks

hugheswdc is i believe the most frequent twitter user i make tweets for. she has like. 50 or something on my doc i think? idk frequent flyer but she is one of jack's biggest and most vocal fans so it is consistently relevant. also she Will fight the annoying carlos fans (jase smoothoperationnn my beloathed). and icr what tweets exactly i've posted as of yet but she totally ships jack and nico. i've posted the one that gets qrted to hell right... anyways there is rpf within my rpf. lex hugheswdc is rpfing

other things that come to mind as far as Fictional Twitter Users go is cam hughessainz does not like nico but they know better than to say anything too obvious about it. jase hates jack but we all knew that. a lot of the users i write as mercedes fans are not big on nico or jack either -- they're always mad that they're being assholes (and then extra mad that jack's fans in particular seem to Enjoy him being an asshole instead of criticizing it). the uh rbrhughes user who i don't think has a real name (sexiest title contender?) wants jack to move to red bull (hence the username) but that is a Fool's Delusion. despite his ass being not very slick in red bull territory... idiot. if you ask lex it is because he is Gay (true)

oh and the arrow zegras bitch whose @ escapes me is more of an indycar than an f1 fan and root for mclaren by the proxy of that's their favorite indy team and jack by the proxy of being friends with zegras. countdown to the month of may commences

nico and jack cannot have a normal rivalry they are just gay. i cannot resist jack hughes praise kink... i once again almost just referenced a line from a scene I HAVE NOT POSTED YET. just trust me. dude has lost his mind. and unfortunately for everybody nico has figured out The Formula and is also being crazy. i love writing fics where both halves of the ship are just crazy

[ask-the-neat-scientist]

Entry 2:

Nothing too interesting happening today, I’m afraid. Just some tests on some random skunk we found on the ceiling. Y’know, normal science-y stuff.

Apparently it’s releasing super glue from its paws! Dan, one of my co-workers, said it may have just been someone pranking us but that’s when he started to throw glue balls at him.

Poor Dan, had to go home to show. I can still hear him yelling “COME ON! AGAIN?” Oh Dan…

But! I do know why the skunk is here! Because right after he attacked Dan with the glue balls, it’s jaw started unhinge itself and a scroll plopped out! It was an advertisement for my favorite band, Rocky and The Geodes!

They’re coming to Night Vale! Oh, I’m so excited! I used to go to high school with the lead singer, Rocky Hill. Ah, his voice is just as good since high school…

I was thinking of asking Cecil to come with me, but not exactly sure if this is his speed. Besides, we’d need to find a babysitter and I’d feel really bad just leaving him behind with the Esteban. Mm, I’ll have to think about this.

Anyway, this has been entry 2. Carlos [REDACTED] signing out.

[superm4ks]

that’s why when people love to talk about how much lewis praises their blorbos whereas i’m like damn that’s the kiss of death!!!! him talking about how great charles is what an amazing diver etc. that’s just telling us if there’s ever a merc ferrari fight lewis would unhinge his jaw and eat charles WHOLE

No hello that’s so true even sewis fits that mold because Lewis only started giving Seb his time of day once Seb fell off and shifted his interest to social causes. Imo as a Seb fan 2, sewis is just weird revisionism that makes me sad lmfao. Also that old man is so unserious it makes me wheeze like

‘CARLOS TOO. EVEN ZHOU. ummmwho else isn’tOH MICK!!!!’ &:@(‘dmddhdj!!!!! you are 37 years old!!!!!! 😭😭😭😭

[altimys]

Zero Escape Thoughts

I just finished playing all the Zero Escape games over the course of the past three weeks. Some thoughts.

Overall, I really liked the series. Most of the characters are well-written and dynamic, the plots entangled and unpredictable, and the ties to science, psychology, and sci-fi quite well done. I’d been dying to play these games since high school when I first heard about 999, and I’m very glad to be able to finally accomplish that goal. Spoilers ahead, of course.

999

999 is by far the best one in the series, maybe because it was planned as a single game and the series wasn’t anticipated. I’m a fan of the visual novel style, and the puzzles in here took advantage of math and cryptology, which was really cool. Junpei was an excellent protagonist, because he had the right balance of naivete, heroism, and wit to pull through the story. The banter with all the other characters made him feel a lot less shounen protag and more like a real person, someone who could say a lot of silly stuff at odd times, or slyly try to make Akane say perverted things. The other characters were also quite charismatic!

When the reason for the Nonary games was revealed, the impact was unforgettable. Unintentionally dragged into a plot to reach across time to save the one you loved. Like fated lovers, though it felt more than a simple romance because of how everything was entangled, and the fact that Junpei was not exactly saving adult Akane but the Akane that was a child. The true end was really great, with Aoi and Akane on the run (felt like noble outlaws), but the hope that Junpei could and would catch up with them.

Virtue’s Last Reward

I admit, initially I was not impressed with VLR, because the mechanic of the AB game and the overly mascot-like Zero III felt like some contrived death game rather than a masterfully crafted plot like 999. As the game progressed however, the mystery of the bombs, Radical-6, and the killer on the loose really got me engaged, wondering what the heck was really going on.

Sigma was also a pretty fun protagonist to play as, with his clueless nature and his sometimes perverted lines (ahaha). I felt like his relationships with the other characters were much more developed (as compared to Junpei), and his banter with Phi was more fun and relaxed as compared to Junpei and Akane in 999.

They really latched onto the multiverse theory with the jumping and everything, giving it more of a mechanic than 999, which was okay, but it kind of makes the “fate” of 999 lose a bit of its impact. Otherwise, the jumping mechanic was really cool, and did reasonably frame the reason the Nonary game here was started in the first place. However, the weakest plot points here were that somehow Hongou was said to have done the original Nonary game as a Free the Soul experiment, which was a weak excuse for a connection to the first game (no mention of FtS whatsoever then) and Akane being so cold as to never contact Junpei in that history and help conceive a game that *had* to kill people before it achieved its goal. Also, who is ? in the last scenario, and where did K go? It felt like it was implied to be the player, but the question is never answered.

The game introduced Luna, and I really came to like her a lot. I felt extremely hurt every time I had to betray her. I cherished her ending with Sigma, and did kind of ship them a little (LOL). Little did I know...

Zero Time Dilemma

The tone of this actually was more of a contrived death game than VLR, because it was implied that there was no chance at all nine characters surviving whatsoever, unlike 999 or VLR. Luckily, they got rid of the mascot and just went with a sinister Zero. The deaths were much more gruesome than the previous two games and definitely showed more blood. Shock value?

The fragmented timeline both adds and subtracts from the overall experience. It helped me as the player experience firsthand the disorienting gaps in time and memory that the characters were going through. However, the lack of a chronological timeline, or at least following different timelines in a more organized or linear fashion made decisions lose their impact. Every event felt transient.

Junpei and Akane were written far too out of character from what I would imagine them being like one year after the events of 999. Within one year, would it be possible for Junpei to be that jaded and edgy? Would he not try to revert to parts of his old self and at least be neutral, if not nice? Akane also had some serious yandere bits, which were bizarre because I didn’t think someone who is so focused on saving humanity would be that unhinged, especially if it was the death of someone she steeled her heart from interacting with. I would have expected her to show frustrated disappointment or even disdain, not straight up crazy murder time.

The new characters were difficult to get to like. You could like Carlos through his friendly banter with C-Team, and Diana because you could tell she was kind and synergized with Sigma and Phi, but Sean, Eric, and Mira were difficult to like, because no rapport was really built between the three of them at all. Almost all the Q-Team interactions were wrought with tension and misunderstanding. I also felt like Mira was supposed to play the role of The Killer (like Ace or Dio), but since the teams were so separate and memory so limited, it was incredibly difficult to rouse the same kind of suspicion and fear, so she just because a lackluster pretty killer. Not really much of a satisfying redemption arc for her in her post-game files either.

D-Team was simply my favorite, probably because Sigma and Phi were still true to their VLR personalities, and as mentioned before, the whole team synergized very well. The two bombs that were dropped in this team were the parts that make this game redeemable for me. The first reveal, that Diana was the one Luna was based off of, made me drop my jaw, but it also did not prepare me for the second reveal, which was the entire Sigma/Diana/Phi/Delta thing. Suddenly, everything made odd sense, even though it was kind of fucked up. No wonder the D-Team chemistry was there. Even now, I’m still kind of shocked at how unbelievable it is...

Well, the true ending was okay, but it felt largely unsatisfying, since Zero was portrayed to be some kind of anti-hero/anti-villain, but really it came across as just a big asshole who didn’t really care about justifying the means. Even with the “we will save the world because of this” mentality that was induced in the participants, it really felt like a letdown that we wouldn’t be able to serve justice for all the horrible things that happened to the characters, nor actually see the foiling of the future terrorist’s plan. Really felt like a cop-out. Other post-game complaints are (1) where the fuck is my post-game D-team files and (2) where is ? and K???

I do think ZTD is the weakest by far, but the writing that surrounded team D was emotional and well done, and is my favorite part. Without that, I don’t know if I would really have liked everything else that happened in ZTD.

Erhhh well, thanks for reading, I guess! Despite its faults (like overexplaining concepts like jesus shut up sometimes), I do like this series a lot!

[blackleatherjacketz]

Carlos de Columbia

Here you go, Anonymous. I was writing this simultaneously with the Dodds/Amaro Fic, and this just happened to finish itself first. I’m sorry.

Nick Amaro x Original Male Character

Warning: NSFW

Note: This male character is based off of Bobby Cannavale, because I’m trying to quit him, but it just won’t happen. 

Tags: @stunningstasis @hardcore-flower @fortheloveofallthingsraul @chasing-vvaves @chmedic @unfortunately-isserley @dominick-carisi-jr @amaroforpresident @smalldiosa @hot-cheeto-nevada @acutecupidity @lucifersass @skittle479 @sonnshineandrainbows @bullet-prooflove

Sal stood up and waved his hand at his men, shooing them away. “Not you, Carlos.” He looked up at him from his desk. “You stay… have a drink with me.”

Have a drink with him? Just him? In his office? Was he serious? In his six months undercover as Carlos, Nick had never been alone in a room with Sal.

“Do you like gin?” He walked over to the bar cart against the wall.

“Y...yeah…” Nick stammered.

Oh God, he’s found him out. He found out that he’s a cop somehow, and he’s going to murder him right here in this office. Does he have a gun in the bar cart? In his desk? Is it hidden somewhere on his person? Nick looked his boss up and down without trying to be too obvious.

“You really need to loosen up a little… relax.” He brought two gin and tonics over to where he was standing.

“Sorry Sir, old habits,” He took the glass from his boss and took a sip. It tasted like gin, no traces of anything other than what belonged in the signature drink. He took another sip and smiled at Sal. Maybe he wasn’t going to kill him after all. Maybe he was just going to test him.

“Old habits leave little room for growth…” He put the glass to his lips, taking a quick swig. “No opportunity for new experiences.” He licked his lips as a drop of gin landed on them, his chocolate brown eyes locking onto his. He placed his other hand on Nick’s shoulder, squeezing the taut muscles in the base of his neck.

Nick let his eyelids fall halfway down, his black lashes obstructing his view of the man in front of him. Sal’s hand was strong, his thick fingers pressing and rubbing the tension out of his right side. He’d be lying to himself if he said that it didn’t feel good; that he hadn’t wondered what Sal was like when he let his guard down.

He’d seen Sal kill a man with a broken beer bottle, set someone on fire, shoot them point blank in the forehead, and beat someone else to death with his bare hands. There was no doubt in Nick’s mind that if he wanted to choke him out here and now, that he would. He could use anything: his tie, his hands… it wouldn’t matter. No amount of martial arts or police training could counter Sal’s sheer size and ferocity. Or maybe Nick just didn’t want them to.

“You’re a good man, Carlos.” Sal gave his shoulder one last squeeze and let go. He finished his drink in one final gulp and started back towards his desk. “And good men are hard to find.” He set his drink on the coaster of his work station and sat next to it, pushing his cup of pens toward the middle of his desk.

“Thank you, Sir.” Nick said, following suit and chugging his cocktail. Jesus, this gin is bitter.

“Sal.” He winked, scooting back on the desk. “You can call me Sal when it’s just us.”

“Yes, Sir.” Nick smiled and bit his lip. “Sorry… Sal.” He swallowed hard as he felt his boss’ eyes burn into him like hot coals. He wasn’t trying to kill him at all.

“Do you like working for me, Carlos?” He clasped his hands together and set them in his lap, spreading his legs as far as they could go.

“Of course I do.” He cleared his throat, finally realizing what he wanted. “I can’t imagine doing anything else.” He started slowly towards Sal, his fingers barely holding onto the empty glass at his side.

“Really?” Sal straightened his back, sitting up higher as Nick approached. “So you want to keep your boss happy, then?”

“Yes.” Nick had been warned about relationships within cover assignments. He took a crash course about fear, and how bonding with people during that time can usually lead to a false sense of love or affection. He didn’t love Sal, but he was definitely attracted to him. His endorphins were always pumping through his veins when he was around him, his hair standing on end when he stood close. And now this.

“Would you do anything I asked?”

“Yes.” Nick whispered, stopping in between Sal’s legs. “Anything.” He placed his glass on the desk behind him, giving him an excuse to press his hips into Sal’s folded hands.

Sal closed his eyes as his lips parted. He felt Nick start to grow against his praying hands as he moved them up between his legs. His black dress pants held him back, but Sal could tell that he had a lot to offer. He unclasped his hands and cupped Nick’s balls with his palm, slowly sliding it up his now fully erect shaft. He opened his eyes and looked at his hired muscle. A confident smile crossed his beautiful, plump lips as he rocked his hips into his grasp.

“Get on your knees.” Sal whispered.

Right. Of course. Why did he think he would ask for anything else? Nick took in a deep breath as Sal stroked him through his pants, pulling and tugging with a grip unmatched by any woman he’d encountered before. He sighed and reluctantly did as he was told. He felt the warmth of his hand leave his crotch as he knelt down before him.

“Good boy.” Sal smiled, standing up. “Take off my pants.”

Nick looked up at him and nodded, undoing his belt buckle before unfastening his gray slacks. His erection rivaled his own… darker, thicker, longer. Jesus Christ, it was a monster just like him. No wonder he walked and talked like he did. He could have anyone he wanted, and today he was lucky enough to want him.

Nick licked his lips before praying to God that he remembered some techniques from college. What if he wasn’t any good? What if he couldn’t make him come? What if he isn’t satisfied with him, and decides to snap his neck? No, he can’t think like that. Stay in the moment, Nick, just do to him what you like having done to yourself. It isn’t that difficult.

“Don’t be shy now.” Sal ran a hand through Nick’s jet black curls, pulling him in a little closer.

Nick opened his mouth and licked a perfect circle on the tip of his penis. He slid his hand down the crack of his ass, tracing a line from his backside to just under his balls. He pressed his knuckle into the muscle between his two organs, drawing out a quick gasp from his employer.

Nick smiled as the bigger man hissed and bit his lip, looking down at him with those sultry eyes. He opened his mouth wider, sliding his lips and tongue across most of his length. He tasted like anyone else, despite his power and intrigue.

“That’s it, Carlos.” Sal breathed out, barely whispering his words. “Use that pretty little mouth of yours.”

Nick wrapped his fingers around Sal’s base, using his saliva as lubrication to squeeze up and down. He played his boss’ dick like a trombone, sucking and stroking as different sounds came out of his mouth. He kept his pace strong and steady, feeling his hips press into his mouth with every other stroke.

Sal’s thighs were drenched with spit and sweat as he pressed himself into Nick’s throat. That tongue that often got him into trouble was getting him out of any future predicament he may find himself in. Sal tugged on his onyx locks as he unhinged his jaw and took him all the way to the back of his throat.

“Oh, fuck, kid,” he bellowed, feeling himself start to twitch.

Nick knew he was close to coming undone, and started fondling his balls as he slicked his shaft with more spit. He kept his eyes on him while he took his entire length into his mouth. His fingers juggled his balls back and forth as his tip had a boxing match with his uvula. The sound of fluid and skin sliding into each other echoed in the otherwise empty office.

“Jesus!” Sal pulled Nick’s head against him, forcing him to gag on his appendage as he released his orgasm into his mouth. His muscles clenched tight with his release, sending his eyes rolling back into his head.

His grip on Nick’s head slowly loosened as his eyes fluttered open. His thighs twitching, his chest heaving, he looked down at his employee. He licked his lips and let go of his hair.

“Thank you.” Sal muttered, leaning back against his desk.

Nick swallowed the last of his semen and licked his lips. He took his time standing up, making sure not to ruin any power dynamic Sal was still trying to play.

“You can go now.” Sal pulled up his pants and started fastening his belt. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

Nick rose his eyebrows in exasperation. “See you tomorrow.”

[kindofchaoticgood]

I Did Something Bad (Why Does it Feel Good?)

Nobody is actually sure whether Uma and Harry are together or not.

Sure, he flirts with her incessantly and sometimes she flirts back, but there's never any concrete proof that the two are actually in a relationship.

Evie sees Harry casually wrap his arm around Uma whenever they're walking out on the quad together, but the next day, she sees him hold out his arm for Claudine Frollo to take, and she's utterly confused.

Jane catches Uma running her fingers through Harry’s hair during lunch, but then the next minute, she’s ruffling Gil’s hair, so she supposes that doing things with someone’s hair is just a sign of friendship with Uma.

All of the teachers know that Harry insists on walking Uma to class everywhere, but some of them swear that they’ve seen Harry escorting Gil and Sierra around as well. None of them know what to make of it.

And then there’s the singing.

The first time is during a regular Monday lunch, and the students have decided to take their lunch outside today. Even King Ben has decided to take a break from his work and take lunch with his girlfriend and their friends. The birds are chirping and the sky is blue, and everything is peaceful.

Until Harry Hook swaggers up with a boombox and a microphone and plonks it right next to the table where he, Uma, and the rest of the crew eat. Uma has an eyebrow raised and Claudine looks confused, but Ashe is hiding a smirk and Gil looks on the edge of his seat with anticipation.

“You may be wondering what this is,” Harry begins, looking around the courtyard. Everyone is staring at him, and from across the courtyard, Mal has her eyes narrowed.

“What’s he doing?” Evie hisses, but Harry continues before anyone can answer.

“Well, as a thank you to the king for being so gracious and allowing us to come to Auradon, I’ve decided to pay a little tribute to him,” Harry says with an evil smile as he presses a button on the boombox.

An eerily familiar beat begins to play and Mal grips the edge of the table, looking haunted. “Oh fuck.”

“Oh no,” Ben chokes out, sinking down on the bench. “He wouldn’t . . .”

“He would,” Carlos says, watching with wide eyes, as Harry brandishes the microphone and starts singing.

“Did I mention, that I’m in love with you. And did I mention, there’s nothing I can’t do. And did I happen to say, I dream of you every day?”

Jay’s mouth is open, Evie looks utterly horrified, and Carlos’s eyes are the size of dinner plates. Mal is looking green and Ben looks like he can’t figure out the fastest way to kill himself.

Uma is laughing at first, but then her eyes go absolutely wide when Harry falls to his knees in front of her and starts singing directly at her.

“I met this girl that rocked my world like it's never been rocked. And now I'm living just for her and I won't ever stop. I never thought that it can happen to a guy like me. But now look at what you've done, you got me down on my knees.”

With that last line, he jerks his hips lewdly and Ashe bursts out laughing, getting up to join him. Gil follows her, grinning sheepishly at Uma when she glares at him. She turns her glare to Harry, who has the nerve to smirk at her and keep eye contact the entire time he sings at her.

“I do not remember this many pelvic thrusts in the song,” Evie says hoarsely as Harry does a move that would make a stripper jealous.

“Or this much sexual innuendo,” Carlos mutters.

“I’m gonna throw up,” Ben says, looking queasy.

Funnily enough, the other students don’t seem nearly as shocked as them. In fact, most of them are singing along. Jordan and Lonnie are wolf-whistling and Audrey is openly laughing and cheering Harry on. Unlike the last time that this song was sung, she isn’t the one who’s getting dumped in front of the entire school, and it’s Mal who looks like she’s been punched in the stomach. (Oh give her a break, she’s only human after all.)

Not to mention, the horror on Uma’s face is priceless, and the amount of teasing she can take out of this moment will be treasured forever and brought up at every possible opportunity.

Harry finishes off his song with a large flourish and falls to the ground dramatically. The students break into applause and hollers as Gil and Ashe bow, grinning wildly. Next to Uma, Marya Rasputin is doubled over with laughter and Claudine is trying hard not to smile.

“Is it done?” Ben asks, his voice muffled. He slid down to the grass after Harry had sung the entire ‘Ridiculous’ phrase directly at him, and had remained there ever since, contemplating existence.

“I think so,” Jay says, looking vaguely shell-shocked. “If it’s any consolation, Uma looks ready to murder him.”

“This, I gotta see,” Mal laser-focuses her gaze on the other side of the courtyard, green eyes glimmering murderously. She may hate Shrimpy, but right now, she hates Harry a bit more, and watching him get killed will only be what he deserves after that performance.

The ‘Rotten’ Four and Ben turn their attention with bated breath to the other side of the courtyard, where Uma is glaring at Harry so hard that it’s a miracle he isn’t dead yet from the force of her glare.

To their disappointment, Uma merely gets up, takes Harry by the ear (“Bloody hell, lass, easy!”) and storms off, ignoring everyone’s protests as she drags Harry away.

“Goddamn it,” Jay groans, eyeing the way Uma’s beads are flashing in the sunlight (they’re so shiny . . . ) as the pair continue striding up to the castle. “I really wanted to see her unhinge her jaw and swallow him whole.”

“Someone’s been doing the English homework,” Carlos says approvingly, holding up his hand for a high five. When Mal gives him a deadly look, he tries not to gulp too audibly. “Not relevant, okay,” he mumbles, looking embarrassed.

“I can never go outside again,” Ben groans, looking utterly mortified.

For the next few days, all eyes are on Uma and Harry, in order to see what exactly has transpired between the two. Uma doesn’t seem at all fazed by the extra attention, she just holds her head up high and scowls at anyone who gets in her way, as per usual. Harry, on the other hand, absolutely revels in the attention. His usual swagger gets even more exaggerated, and he preens like a peacock whenever he catches someone staring at him.

“You’re such an embarrassment,” Claudine mutters, adjusting her headscarf nervously as a group of girls burst into giggles when she and Harry walk by, arms linked. She’s starting to regret taking his arm when he offered it to her, there are too many people staring at their arms and whispering.

“I don’t know what you mean,” Harry says innocently, winking at the girls, who scowl accusingly at Claudine for daring to be on his arm.

“I hope Uma wins,” she hisses at him, shooting a dagger-filled gaze at the girls, who pale and scatter in all directions.

Harry grins at her condescendingly. “In your dreams.”

Jay, Mal, Carlos, and Evie make sure to sit near Uma and her crew for the days following Harry’s performance, and Ben makes sure to join them for lunch each time. Mal is convinced that Uma is planning revenge on Harry and will take it out on him soon, but her cohorts aren’t so convinced.

“Can we please go back to our table?” Evie asks, looking disgusted as Ashe stuffs a handful of French fries into her mouth and downs an entire can of soda. “Nothing is going to happen. Uma’s probably already beaten Harry up, and then they got over it.”

“Lies,” Mal counters. “I remember how hard Uma hits. The bruises last forever, and even then, she’s wearing rings and her gloves have brass knuckles. There is no way that the bruises faded that fast.”

“I don’t know, and I don’t care,” Jay complains. “When I waved at Claudine, Marya flipped me off, and I’m pretty sure she cast a curse on me.” He scowls at Mal accusingly. “I came here to see Harry Hook get beaten up, not to get cursed.”

“Tough it out,” Mal replies dismissively.

“Honey, I don’t think anything’s going to happen,” Ben says gently, taking her hand.

“But - !” Mal looks at the rest of them for support, but Jay is already looking bored with the conversation, Evie is shaking her head, and Carlos isn’t even there, he gave up on them a while ago and went to sit with Jane.

“One more day,” she finally says, looking defeated.

Jay and Evie look at each other consideringly. “Fine, but you're buying the lattes,” Evie declares.

The next day, they take their seats at the table near Uma's crew, bearing lattes.

“I hate this,” Carlos mutters, taking a sulky sip of his large chocolate-raspberry latte (with an extra shot of confidence, he’s having dinner with Jane and her mom tonight). Uma's older cousins, Desiree and Jonas, are visiting, and they keep on staring at the five of them like they've sprouted pansies from their ears.

“Be quiet,” Mal commands, taking a bite of celery and making a face. (God, why are vegetables so terrible? They're the only thing about Auradon that's as bad as the Isle.)

“Come on, Mal! The only revenge thing that I’ve seen is when Bonnie punched Jonas in the arm after he gave her a hickey! And Uma isn't even here! Face it, nothing's going to-”

“Attention, losers and squares!” Uma’s voice booms across the courtyard.

“-Happen,” Carlos finishes weakly as Mal and Ben spin around and Jay and Evie exchange money, the latter scowling.

Uma, Harry, Gonzo, and Big Murph are standing on the other side of the courtyard. Uma’s holding a megaphone, and Big Murph and Gonzo are shirtless, their backs to large speakers. Harry's leaning against a table, looking amused.

“All of you were witness to a very special performance that Harry decided to perform for King Ben the other day,” Uma says, which draws cheers and applause from the crowd. Harry raises a hand in lazy acknowledgment, and Ben sighs tiredly. Mal bumps her shoulder with his in commiseration.

“Wait, was this the video you showed me the other day?” Desiree whispers to Marya, who snickers, but shushes her girlfriend.

“The performance . . . It was . . .”

Harry grins evilly at her, and she scowls at him for a minute before continuing. “Well, either way, it moved me a lot, and so I also decided to also make a performance dedicated to someone. Harry?”

The boy in question raises an eyebrow at her.

“This song is about you,” she nods at Gonzo, and he reaches around the side of the speaker and presses a button and a beat that Jay vaguely recognizes blares out, as Uma begins to sing.

“Sometimes, something beautiful happens in this world, and you don't know how to express yourself . . .”

“This isn't revenge,” Jay complains, looking disgusted. “It's a godddamn love song!”

“I'm sorry guys,” Mal sighs, just as Uma starts in on the chorus.

“I just had sex, and it felt so good!”

“-Sorry that you guys are dipshits and I'm right all the time!” Mal finishes, as the courtyard roars in approval.

“A woman let me put my penis inside her! I just had sex! And I’ll never go back, to the not-having-sex days of the past!”

Uma punctuates that statement with a triumphant smack to her inner thigh, Gonzo and Big Murph gyrating beside her. Harry is staring at Uma like he's never seen her before.

Marya and Desiree are clutching each other for support, Claudine is wiping her eyes with her headscarf, and Gil is pounding the table, doubled over with laughter at the look on Harry's face. Bonnie is trying to close Jonas's mouth, which is hanging open.

“This is the best thing ever,” Mal says with a dark grin, eyes sparkling with malice. Ben gives her a strange look, but decides to let it go. Jay cannot take his eyes off of the scene, because there is only a little space between where Uma’s grinding and Gonzo's hips are . . .

Goddamn, he’s lucky that Mal can't read minds, otherwise he’d be dead.

Meanwhile, Jonas has his head buried in his hands, and Desiree keeps laughing at him and telling him to calm down.

“It's a performance, big brother-”

“I'm gonna fucking kill Gonzo, that bitch is going down. Murph as well, who cares if he has a kid-”

Uma turns towards Harry with a wicked smile and sings the next line directly at Harry.

“She kept looking at her watch!”

“Doesn't matter had sex!” Gonzo and Big Murph join in, pointing at Harry, who gives them a look of betrayal.

“But I cried the whole time!” At that line, Sierra slides down from the bench, and Ashe lets out a gleeful laugh as she high-fives Bonnie.

“Doesn't matter, had sex!”

“I think she might have been a racist!”  Lonnie is trying to film the performance, but her hands are shaking too much from laughing, and Jane keeps trying to cover the phone, insisting, “No, this is wrong!”

“Doesn't matter, had sex!”

“She put a bag on my head!”

“STILL COUNTS!”  Uma, Gil, and Murph shout into the megaphone, simultaneously flipping Harry off.

Chad Charming has the flashlight on his phone on and is leading everyone in waving the lights back and forth.

Jonas is groaning into his hands as Bonnie rubs his back soothingly. “My baby cousin . . . I can never look her in the eye again, Bon, do you realize that?”

“I know, baby, I know.”

“NEVER!” Jonas wails, burying his head in Desiree's shoulder, who shoves him off with a disgusted look.

Uma throws down her megaphone at the end of the song, but luckily, Gonzo quickly switches off the speakers before she can deafen them all with feedback. She strides up to Harry, who has his face in his hands.

“So,” she says cheerily, voice saccharine-sweet. “What did you think, honey?”

Mal, Ben, and the rest of the courtyard are watching this with wide eyes, and half of them are fumbling with their phones to take videos.

Harry slowly raises his head, and Mal really hopes that tears of defeat are falling down his face so she can capture the moment and make it her home screen. (She's a petty bitch, but at least she admits it.)

But he's grinning widely, and his blue eyes are sparkling with a feverish energy, not tears, like she had hoped. “Bloody brilliant, love,” Harry laughs, wrapping his arms around Uma and lifting her off her feet. “You’ve outdone yourself with this one,”

“In your lowlife dreams, Hook,” Uma says smugly, tolerating Harry's affection for three seconds before shoving him out of the way and bowing at the crowd, all of whom are applauding enthusiastically. “I’ve just set a new standard. I’ll break it in no time.”

“Sure babe,” Harry turns to Gonzo and Murph, who are being swarmed by students. “You two might want to leave - Jonas is heading over here and he has Marya’s baseball bat.”

“Well that was traumatizing,” Evie says sourly as Jonas chases Gonzo and Murph past their table (“Dude, come on, she paid us!” “I'm gonna feed your dicks to my dog, you sons of bitches!”). “The only good thing to come out of this is that we finally have an answer to the question of whether or not Harry and Uma are dating.”

“What?” Mal asks distractedly, re-watching the performance on her phone with glee.

“Why else would he profess his love to her, and then why would she mock him through sex? They're obviously together-”

Evie's impassioned monologue is interrupted by Sierra's triumphant cackle. “I win! Pay up loser!”

“Fucking hell, I don't even know why I bet on that boy anymore,” Ashe grouses as she reluctantly hands over ten dollars to Sierra. “He has been a disappointment ever since the time we had sex, and he’s been letting me down ever since.”

“What?” Evie says, so loudly that Ashe and Sierra stare at her. But it's Claudine who answers her.

“Harry and Uma had a bet going all week over who could embarrass the other more,” she explains, a smile curling her lips up. “And as you can see, Uma clearly won.”

Evie stares into her latte as though she's considering drowning herself in it as Jay laughs at her. “Ha! I should've put money on you being dead wrong.”

From across the courtyard, Uma and Harry are watching the crowd and enjoying the chaos.

“Should we let them out of their misery?” Harry asks, smirking down at Uma.

“Not until Wednesday,” Uma replies nonchalantly, grinning evilly as Audrey and Jane begin arguing, gesturing furiously at her and Harry.

Harry raises an eyebrow. “Rather specific.”

“Claudine has a bet going on with Jordan that you’ll turn her down if she asks you out. Claud promised to split the profits with us, and then you'll have enough to get new ink for your tattoo gun,” Uma says, a wicked grin in the corner of her mouth.

Harry grins and wraps his arm around her, pulling her closer to his side. “That's my girl,” he says admiringly as Uma smirks and laces her fingers with his.

[deadbydaylight-blood-moon]

Chapter [redacted]: A Teenage Horror

The outsider profile

“I've been hearing things from other survivors from the fog, they talk about a creature that lurks in the darkness. Once a man now a monster, and a monster that seems to enjoy the pain it creates. They say the only thing that lurks in your mind after meeting this thing is it’s eyes, how empty and soulless they are. Until, however, you're the last one to be sacrificed and for a moment a tiny ting of a sick and twisted version of happiness forms in those empty sockets. Yet that’s not really what lingers after I meet this beast. No, no it was the sickly burns that eats at your flesh that truly stick with you.” ~ benedict baker  

Basic info: 

Overview:

The outsider is a malicious killer, able to force survivors into disagreeable situations by spitting up balls of concentrated acid that inflict burns onto the survivor. Or better known as his power acid treatment. Survivors find themselves inflicted with the burn effect, slow production and can even halt work on generators, along with other hinders. His personal perks: rancid odor, monstrous gambit, and monophobia allows the outsider to play with his victims with disadvantages while giving chase. making it hard for them to work on generators or totems.   

Name: Carlos Valdez 

Alas: the Outsider 

Age when taken: 18

Year when taken: 1982

Nationality: American 

Race: Latino/ Mesoamerican 

Power: acid treatment 

Description: 

Height: 6’12” 

Weight: 172 lbs. 

Hair color: black

Hair style: mostly bald but a few patches coming out. 

Scars: his entire lower jaw is completely missing skin, and a burnt scar on his chest. 

Tattoos:  none

Piercings: none 

Physical description:

The outsider is grayish green, with his bottom jaw completely removed of skin, leaving nothing but hardened muscle and exposed bone. From the neck down to the bottom of his pectoral muscle is covered with burn scars. Which can be explained by the dripping acid that is oozing out of his mouth, he has sharp yellowish white teeth. Along with neon green irises. He has claws on both hand and feet, and his body is a combination of both emaciated as well as muscular. Normal he walks hunched over with his knuckles pointed down. 

Clothing description: 

The outsider wears a hole filled navy blue hoodie that has the right side missing, burnt away. He also wears hole filled jogging sweatpants, both items of clothing are covered in layers of dirt and blood. It also seems to not wear any shoes. 

Back story:

Carlos Valdez was born in a small conservative town in south Florida, already known around the town for being born from a single mother. Father ran away after the second trimester, Carlos was looked down upon the moment he came into the world. However, Carlo's mother and grandmother tried their best in keeping that negativity away. Yet while they tried to stop everything from the outside from getting in, they didn’t realize there was a darker force already at play coming from inside Carlos. There would be times that either his grandmother or mother have found him standing in front of the tv with nothing but static playing through. Other times they would lose him for hours before finding him in the cellar of the apartment building they were living in. coated in blood and dirt, holding onto an old cleaver that once was owned by his grandfather who used to own a butcher shop.

Worried about what the other adults would think, Carlos' mother would try her best to make sure none of these things got out to the community. But there would be times where someone would catch the young child talking to the whispers in his ear, and there will be times where his mother would find wet, moldy leashes under her child’s bed right after finding out yet another dog was taken. Carlos was also very good at lying, a giant grin there, and a sad face here and the child knew he was going to get away with it. But the things he did weren't just for him, no, ever since the tv. The boy did whatever the voice said.

Yet, all of his little tricks finally caught up to him growing up, especially after an accident with another child and a set of concrete stairs. As the years went on the once neighborhood who was terrorized by him now ostracized him, pushing him out to the brinks of society, but by doing this, they had doomed themselves.

On the night of the local highschool’s prom, Carlos in a drunken stupor, collected bottles of acid that was used in his mother’s workplace, a factory nearby, and decided to play a “prank” on the bullies who tormented him. Fueled on cheap whiskey and the dark voice talking to him in his ear. He snuck into the old building, getting rid of the pesky janitor that tried to stop him, and used the sprinkler system into his own little plaything. When he lit the match that inevitably caused the death of everyone in the gym that night, people who barely made it out alive said they could hear laughing through the screams of teens being melted alive. But when the police arrived at the site, the only thing found of dear Carlos was his blood covered shoes.  

Game mechanics: 

Realm:  Leon high 

Movement Speed: 115% 

Terror radius: 32 meters 

Weapon: Generational Clever 

Power name: Acid treatment 

Power description:

“ The entity upon being called on that night, gave the outsider the ability to continue tormenting the survivors in his own unique fashion.” 

The outsider can now create balls of pure acid that can be spit out by pressing the power button in an arc at a fast pace before landing on or around the survivor. 

The outsiders start with 4 balls of acid treatment. 

Reload time: 6/5/4 seconds for 1 ball of acid treatment 

Acid treatment does have splash damage

Acid treatment can break pallets but can not break generators

Survivors inflicted with the burn status will have one stack on hit. The burn status will have a 45/35/20/15 seconds timer before gaining another stack.  

On a direct hit survivors get 2 stacks.

When a survivor gets 3 stacks of  the burn status they go into the injured state and have a 15/20/25 percent  regression on good skill checks and 0 bonus percent on great skill checks. 

When a survivor gets 6 stacks of the burn status they will go into the dying state. 

Survivors who have the burn status have a 5/10/15 percent speed penalty on healing.

Perk 1:Rancid odor

“You're rotten from the inside and out, and will you use this for your own advantage.” 

Your terror radius is increased by 10,18,28 meters. All survivors in your terror radius gain oblivious status until leaving the terror radius in which the survivor gets the blindness effect for 10/15/25 seconds. 

“God what’s that smell? I think I’m going to be sick!”  - unknown survivor 

Perk 2: Monstrous gambit

“ a deep bond created by years of loneliness has given you the power to deal with the survivors” 

Whenever a survivor in your terror radius either: jumps a vault, slams a pallet, or gets off a generator 5/4/3 times. The entity will close off or break either a generator, pallet, vault 3/4/5 times before refreshing. 

“ you think this is some kind of game!?… well if it is then it’s his house we’re playing in…”  - unknown survivor

Perk 3:Monophobia 

“ You’ve been alone all your life, now it's their turn to feel the pain…”

When you hook a survivor you gain a token, the killer can achieve up to 5 tokens, whenever the killer has all five tokens they gain a speed boost of  5/15/25 percent while being able to see all survivors whose aura will glow white/yellow if they are either injured/downed. However, you lost a token when getting hit by pallet or loses a chase. The survivors will also be exhausted for 5/10/15 seconds each time monophobia is activated.

“ it’s okay nieto, you never be alone when you have your family” - Carlo’s Abela.  

Addons: 

Brown

Muddied notebook -

A notebook now covered with a muddy footprint

Slightly increases the range of acid treatment 

Hole filled gloves-

A pair of yellow plastic gloves now tattered with holes. 

Slightly increase the reload time of acid treatment.

Rat tails in a jar- 

A jar filled with the chopped off tails of rats that lived in Carlo's basement. 

Slightly increases the potency of acid treatment.

Disturbing drawings-

Drawings of a particular unhinged child. 

Gives one extra ball of acid treatment, gives acid treatment the blind effect. 

Yellow 

Broken headphones- 

A pair of broken headphone after a fight

Moderately increases the range of acid treatment.

Hole filled bottles-

Bottles once filled with basic acids now filled with holes from a stronger acid. 

Moderately increase the reload time of acid treatment  

Wet dog leash-

The leash from a neighbor’s dog that went missing. 

Moderately increasing the potency of acid treatment, slows down casting speed. 

 Mother’s day card- 

A mother’s day card, it vibrates with energy. 

Gives one extra ball of acid treatment, gives acid treatment the oblivious effect.

Green

Broken skateboard wheel-

The skateboard wheel that Carlo’s stole from a shop. 

Moderately increases the range of acid treatment  

Bloodied wrench

The wrench that took the janitors life away-

Moderately increases the reload time of acid treatment, decreases survivor’s speed if hit directly with acid treatment.  

Crumpled up newsletter-

A neon pink newsletter that advertises that fatal event. 

Moderately increases the potency of acid treatment.  

Broken antenna -

A broken antenna from a tv set that was Carlo’s only friend

Gives acid treatment the hindered effect, allows the outsider to fire off 2 balls of acid treatment at the same time.

Purple:

Crumpled up love letter-

A foolish attempt to harness any kind of emotion- 

Considerably increasing the range of acid treatment, increases the time survivors need to heal before getting out of the burn status. “  dear, F -

I know it seems odd coming from me ---- but I --- hope you feel the same-- love, Carlos”

Match box -

The weapon that allows Carlos his revenge. 

Considerably decreases the reload time on acid treatment, allows the outsider to see where the ball of acid will land. 

Brain matter in a jar-

A jar that had the remains of an accident a long, long time ago. 

Considerably increasing the potency of acid treatment, allows acid treatment upon hitting the ground burst into multiple small balls before splashing down. 

Bloodied sneakers-

The sneakers found at the crime scene.

Gives 2 extra balls of acid treatment, increases the speed of the outsider whenever a survivor has the burn status. However, gives the outsider a 3 second long stun upon using acid treatment. 

Pink: 

Iridescent crown - 

A melted crown molded from The Fog itself, unlike the others, it’s cold to the touch void of any energy. 

Allows the outsider to see all survivors after hitting a survivor with acid treatment for 8 seconds, if a person is put into the dying state due to acid treatment and not a basic attack all survivors in a 25 meter radius will have the exposed effect. 

Abuela’s necklace-

A necklace with a giant sapphire embedded in it, looking at it too long can make a survivor feel nervous. 

Allows acid treatment to bounce of walls and ceilings, gives the outsider a small burst of speed after a successful hit.