#The Four Porsches (Part 2)

[fourkisses]

i stare at the crash (it actually works) ✷

a cs55 written-smau series where . . .

carlos sainz signs with porsche after getting ditched by ferrari only to find himself in a heated rivalry with his new teammate, the only female driver on the grid. oh, and did i mention she's also his ex-girlfriend?

pairing : carlos sainz x fem!porsche driver!reader

status : ongoing

note : all images used are taken from pinterest. i do not own nor claim to own any of these photos unless stated otherwise.

. . . time to stare at the crash!

ᯓ★ part one: the stare

ᯓ★ part two: the sky wars

ᯓ★ part three: the good old days

ᯓ★ part four

ᯓ★ part five

dear you,

hiiii !! no one asked but i decided to create a mini-series off my first work because 1) i am bored, and 2) this is my act of self-indulgence eheheheh 😁 if you decide to read it, a million thank you's and i hope u like it ^^

all the love, casey

© fourkisses 2024

[sourholland]

based off of taylor swift’s song style

a/n → part two!! how this played out was debated for awhile honestly. i hope you guys enjoy and start to understand a little more of the dynamic we’re looking at here. as always, feedback is heavily heavily appreciated and let’s me know you want more. let me know to be added to the taglist! ALSO - a lot of people who commented on part 1 to be added to the taglist don’t have it turned on in settings where i’m able to tag them, so i couldn’t. i won’t be going back through several parts to find your @ so you’ll need to fix it and comment again if you want to be on the taglist in the future.

summary → he’s the quarterback of the cincinnati bengals, a worldwide heartthrob with an ego the size of lake erie—but does he have the heart to match it? you’re the bengals newest cheerleader, desperate to prove how much you deserve your spot on the team. it doesn’t take much to catch the eye of joe burrow, however that isn’t necessarily a good thing when you’re told that any romantic relations between cheerleaders and players is strictly prohibited.

warnings → alcohol use, strong language, nsfw content

word count → 3.3k

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SERIES MASTERLIST

Chapter 2

Ever since the spontaneous car hookup earlier in the week, things had been a sort of comfortably complicated. Joe had driven you to pick up your car, half hard watching your legs cross so delicately as if he hadn’t just ripped your panties off in the backseat. It was more than a turn on for him.

It was a still silence all the way back to the practice facility. He kissed your cheek and told you to have a goodnight, then you grabbed your cheer bag and had gone home. Joe waited to see if he’d hear from you, wanting to see where you stood on the matter before he pushed his way into your space. He was giving you an out if you wanted it.

You wanted to want it.

It was so wrong. You were breaking the biggest rule imposed on you. Yet, you couldn’t. So you didn’t. It took until mid-afternoon the next day when you texted him to get his actual phone number, the texting exclusively through instagram private message felt a little middle school. He happily obliged, not wanting to pressure you into anything.

The conversation was casual, nothing pertaining to the subject of you fucking in the backseat of his Porsche. The only discussion of that was via Venmo, when he sent you money for a Plan B without question. You hadn’t even requested the money, he just let you know through the transaction that he didn’t want to act entitled to knowing if you were on contraception.

He didn’t know why he was so enamored by you. Joe had a very fuck boy-ish college career, he’d done his fair share of sleeping around and having women throw themselves at him. Some would say this has given him a big ego, he partially agreed. It was never about the hookup culture, though. It was more so just what he thought was right for a college athlete, it was what all his friends had done. He’d broken some hearts, for that he wasn’t proud. It was a time in his life that he was focused on two things: football and partying.

It was pretty obvious that you were the opposite to him. He had done a little social media stalking to find out a little more about the so-called rookie Ben-Gal. Just through instagram he saw that you were a very spirited girl during high school, it seemed like you had a serious boyfriend through most of those four years. He sort of disappeared when you came to the University of Cincinnati.

He wondered if he was your first love. Joe hadn’t ever been able to recall a first love for himself. There had been plenty of girls, he just didn’t ever feel like it was love.

He saw that you had maintained the good girl persona through college too. He was shocked that you’d never joined a sorority. Joe came to realize that you really were just a dedicated student athlete through and through. How you ended up as a Bengals cheerleader? He wasn’t sure.

Joe: What’re you up to tonight?

He typed the message out without thinking much of it, it’d been days since you’d last been together. He hadn’t pushed anything since the car incident. He hung back after practice and watched you rehearse the dance choreography for the preseason that would begin in a few days.

Y/N: Not sure yet

Y/N: Why?

He didn’t really know why. Joe wasn’t so selfish that he wanted to get you in trouble for hanging around him. He just wanted to see you.

Joe: I want to see you.

This was a surprise to you. Not that Joe seemed like the type to sleep with a girl and ghost, but he did kind of seem like the type of guy to do that. He was so charming, though. Everything he said to you sent your stomach into somersaults.

Y/N: Do you?

Joe: I really do

Joe: How do you feel about dive bars?

Y/N: LMAOO

When he didn’t respond to that, you realized he wasn’t kidding when he asked you that. Without thinking much, you laughed and began to type again.

Y/N: Oh shit, you’re serious

Y/N: Can’t say I’m very familiar with the scene lol

Joe: Really?

Y/N: I mean, I just turned 21, I don’t really go to frat parties at school. I really only drink with friends. Haven’t been to many bars.

Joe: Fair enough. I know a spot outside of Cincinnati. It’s pretty small, usually pretty deserted. The crowd is older.

This made you nervous, being in public and easily spotted with Joe made you nervous. It wasn’t the fact that anyone would know who you were, being an NFL cheerleader didn’t make you a celebrity. It was more so the possibility of someone snapping a picture of Joe with you in it, Joe is a celebrity and he’s extremely recognizable.

Y/N: Joe, I really don’t want all this to get back to my coaches. It only takes one person to fuck this all up for me before the season even starts..

Joe: I get that. I’m telling you, nobody here is going to be a problem.

-

In between finishing up your hair and adding a red lip tint, you heard a knock on your apartment door. That would definitely be Joe. He’d insisted on coming up to grab you when picking you up, something about being raised decent.

You’d slipped into a navy blue miniskirt and white ribbed tank top. It seemed like the simplest thing for going out to a hole-in-the-wall bar.

“You’re punctual,” you laughed as you opened the door to reveal Joe in a pair of khakis and t-shirt.

“You look,” Joe began, scanning your figure. “I mean you look really great, Y/N.”

He couldn’t help but think about your reddened lips. He didn’t know where the both of you stood on a lot of things, this made him hold back some of what he wished to say.

“Thank you,” your face flushed at his comments.

Both of you just kinda stood there in the doorway for a moment, grinning like high schoolers after their first kiss. Joe’s cheeks were pink, his hands shoved in his pockets as he watched you retrieve your clutch. His eyes fell to the way your ass looked in that skirt on more than one occasion, or more specifically what it would look like out of that skirt.

“Ready?” You asked.

Joe nodded and you headed down to the complex’s garage. It was a comfortable walk, filled with you having the inability to tear your gaze from his toned arms and back. He definitely noticed you staring, grinning each time he caught you from the corner of his eye.

He opened the passenger side door for you, walking around and getting in himself. He looked so fucking good. There was just something about an attractive guy driving, but Joe took it to a whole different level. He pushed his hand through his hair and backed out seamlessly.

Some A$AP Rocky song was playing in the background as you looked out the window at the lit up city. Joe drummed along the steering wheel. It was obvious every time he attempted to slyly glance at the skirt riding up your thighs.

“How do you think this game in a few days will go?” You said softly.

“Hard to say,” Joe replied. “It’s preseason, so technically it doesn’t matter. To the team it matters, though. Losing these early games give guys like Skip Bayless a reason to rip us apart before the season even starts.”

“You listen to stuff like that?”

“It’s hard not to, they practically shove it down our throats the entire season. Last season was tough, not winning the Super Bowl.”

“You made it, though,” you said. “Counts for something.”

He looked at you, smiling softly and glancing at your lips briefly. Once his eyes were back on the road, you took the opportunity to brush a hand over his arm. He let a deep breath out, chuckling a little. The tension was thick, both of you tiptoeing around the fact that you wanted so desperately to rip the other’s clothes off.

He let you touch him, obviously enjoying it. Maybe he wanted to see how far you’d take it, maybe you wanted to see how far you’d take it. Letting your hand fall to his thigh, you used your thumb to brush over the fabric softly. His breathing became a bit unsteady, eyes flickering to you every few seconds.

When you inched closer to his erection, you gave him a look as if to ask for permission. He nodded, groaning soon after you began to palm him through his pants. He was hard, aching for anything you would give him. You felt yourself heating up, surprised by your own actions when you began to undo the button on his pants, unzipping them and assisting in pulling them down ever so slightly.

He was still driving, eyes very focused on the road now. You let yourself begin to palm him through his briefs now, watching him yearn for your touch more and more.

Joe was driving down a long stretch, the road was deserted and only occupied by him as far as he could see. High beams on, he wondered if he should pull over and fuck you then and there. Or maybe he should see where you were going with this.

“Is this okay?” You asked him, looking up.

“Yeah, more than okay,” he breathed out.

Pulling down his briefs, you tried to maneuver your body into a comfortable position. He was hard in your hand, precum gleaming at the tip. As you let yourself take him in your mouth, he let out a guttural moan. With one hand on the wheel, another found the back of your head and weaved its way into your hair.

This was definitely unsafe.

With your knees bent towards him, your ass was in the air as he started to steadily pace you. He thrusted into your mouth, telling you not to stop. Using your tongue to your advantage, you used your hand to pump where you couldn’t reach.

“Good girl, fuck,” he praised you. “Just like that, I really don’t want to crash this car.”

Trying to push him to the back of your throat, you made sure to take it slow. While this was incredibly hot and sexy, Joe was right. One wrong move, he’s crashing you both into a tree.

Letting yourself release him from your mouth, you used your saliva as a lubricant and pumped your hand over top of his shaft. He was breathing hard, letting you gain composure before your mouth was on him again. He couldn’t take it, the way you swirled your tongue to hit every single nerve. It was only when he began to enter the small downtown area that he realized he’d have to forfeit this without finishing.

Pulling up, you wiped your chin and helped him to get his pants done up. This was a space with a decent number of other cars and stoplights. Last thing either of you needed was someone snapping a picture of Joe receiving a blowjob at a red light or something.

You both laughed a little, Joe still very worked up and giving you the side eye. Pulling down the sun visor, you looking into the tiny mirror and realized your red lip had become all smudged. You went into your clutch and grabbed the tint stick out, applying it evenly.

This only turned Joe on more, watching you as he drove down the tiny street. There seemed to be a lot of brick buildings, some people out and about. It was late, though. He pulled into a small side lot, saying this was it.

Stepping out of the car was a breath of fresh air, it had been very hot and sticky after you decided to blow him. Joe adjusted himself, rolling his eyes when you smirked at him. He held a hand out to you, making your cheeks heat up ever so slightly. Then he pulled you down some cellar like set of steps, pushing a heavy green door open to reveal a dimly lit bar. It was a room of purple hues, lights strung up with music playing. There were a few older people, like three or four. All of the bar seats were empty.

“Come sit,” Joe brought you over.

The bartender was easily seventy, she had red hair that was pulled back tightly and an apron tied to her waist. She smiled at you, the tag on her shirt read ‘Jenny’.

“What can I get you tonight?” She asked, looking at the two of you.

“I’ll have a Blue Moon,” he told her.

“I’ll just have a vodka tonic.”

The woman didn’t ask for any ID, she just nodded and smiled. Joe glanced at you, looking around the space and chuckling. You leaned against the bar, taking a sip of your drink as she placed it down. Joe followed suit, talking to you mindlessly about practice.

“Oh my god, it’s Maggie May!” You said over the music, eyes wide when you grabbed Joe and pulled him to the empty space at the middle of the bar.

“What’re you doing?” He laughed.

“We’re dancing!” You smiled, letting him take you by the waist.

He was laughing as you swayed around, spinning in his arms and singing the lyrics as if you were performing them for him. He eventually gained the courage to take your hands and go back and forth a little. The few people occupying the bar watched and whistled, clearly not used to the display.

Taking you in his arms, Joe kissed you sweetly. Watching as you gallivanted him around a little, trying very hard to spin him yourself. Didn’t work very easily when your dance partner was 6’4.

“Oh Maggie I couldn’t have tried anymore! You led me away from home, ‘cause you didn’t want to be alone! You stole my heart, I couldn’t leave you if I tried,” you sang the 70s ballad at him with a large smile.

“You’re beautiful!” He told you over the music.

You both swayed for a moment or so, flustered and laughing at yourselves. Once the song ended, the three or four people watching chuckled with you. Talking about how they remembered when that song had come out.

When you returned to you seats at the bar, you both drank for awhile and made small talk about life. Joe brushed a piece of hair that had fallen in your face back, making you smile and lean in to press a chaste kiss on his lips.

“I like hanging out with you,” you confessed.

It felt like such a small statement, something a sixteen year old would utter to her crush. It was how you felt, though. Joe lit up some suppressed youth within you, he made you feel like a young girl just coming into herself. He was older than you, more mature, well established. It made you question what he saw in you in the first place.

“I like hanging out with you too,” he said in almost a whisper. “I’ll be right back, I’ve gotta use the bathroom.”

Nodding, he walked to the back of the bar. He left his phone face up. His wallpaper was a photo of him and Ja’Marr Chase at the Super Bowl last season. It was sweet, they seemed very close.

A minute or so passed and his phone went off with two texts, one after the other. It felt disrespectful to glance and read them, but anyone would’ve. He left his phone when he could’ve easily grabbed it.

Ava: Missing you.

Ava: Come over?

There was a sudden lurching in your stomach, like you were going to be sick or something. The feeling lasted for a few seconds, leaving you to pull out your own phone and open the Uber app.

“How much was the tab?” You asked the woman, handing her your card and signing all within the span of about a minute.

“You alright, honey?” She asked, watching you grab your clutch to leave.

No.

“Yes, I’m alright.”

Walking out the same way you came in was easy enough, the Uber would be a few minutes so you’d have to wait outside. You were angry, of course, but more so just hurt and upset over the fact that you thought he was actually interested in you.

This was your fault. Your own naive stupidity. This was a twenty five year old NFL quarterback, what the fuck would he want with you? Sex, clearly. That much was obvious. In the end, Joe wasn’t your boyfriend. Not at all, not even a little bit. He was some guy who you barely knew, some guy you’d maybe even misjudged a little bit.

Leaning against the brick of the building, you felt the tears begin to well up. How could you be so fucking stupid?

“Y/N?” Joe came up the steps. “What’s wrong? What’re you doing?”

“Fuck you, Joe,” you sighed into your hands. “I mean seriously, what the fuck do you get out of stringing me along while you’ve already clearly got a girlfriend or a fuck buddy at least!”

He looked confused, a line forming between his eyebrows when suddenly realization washed over him. He got sort of pale all of sudden, embarrassment flushing his face.

“Y/N, it’s not like that. I promise you, it’s not like that with her. There’s more to the situation—”

“Go to hell, Joe,” you sniffled. “Or better, go see Ava. She misses you.”

He stood there silent for a moment, unable to find the words to express how sorry he was for how he made you feel. He could see through the yellow hue of the streetlight that you were crying. His fingernails dug into the flesh of his palm, cursing himself for not bringing his phone into the bathroom.

“I’m sorry, Y/N.”

“No, you’re sorry I saw,” you spit back. “Get the fuck away from me, Joe. I’m taking an Uber home.”

“Let me drive you home, at least. If you never want to speak to me again after that, okay. Just let me take you home.”

When you said nothing, he knew that was it. He’d have to accept defeat there. Anything he said would make it worse, seeing as there really wasn’t a way to make the situation better. There was no excuse, no way to make you see his point of view.

The silence between you was hard and rigid, the only sound being the ambiance of the outside and your occasional sniffling. The worst part was that he’d led you to believe he liked you. That was why it hurt so badly.

The sleek black SUV pulled up and you pushed off the wall you’d been leaning against. Not being able to bear giving Joe a second glance, you went straight to opening the door and hopping inside.

Joe didn’t try and stop you. It wasn’t his place. He only stood there under the streetlight, watching the car drive off and eventually disappear. He felt horrible, running a hand through his hair and walking towards the brick you’d just leaned against. Pressing his forehead to the cold structure, he tried to bring himself to some conclusion.

“Fuck,” was all he muttered.

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Just Pretend (Gavi x reader)

Part 1

Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10 | Epilogue

Tinder is not a great place to look for boyfriends, but neither is the workplace.

Gavi x Physiotherapist! reader. Slow burn. I can't make things fast he's gotta work for it. Smut? Not in this part but maybe eventually.

A/N: Hi everyone! Not super new on Tumblr but I have never been brave enough to post a fic despite my constant maladaptive daydreaming about imaginary scenarios. The stress of being sick and not wanting to write my personal statement have lead me to actually write this and post it online. Please be nice, hope you enjoy!

Song inspo: Just Pretend - Bad omens

Writing inspo: Plot inspired by @zeegaazeegaah and their amazing Gavi x physiotherapist imagine. Other inspirational accounts will be tagged at the end.

TW: None

Word count: 4.8K

"So what do you do?"

y/n hated this question. Even being asked for nudes might be preferable to being asked about her job. y/n had been on 12 first dates since moving back to Barcelona, and without fail every one of them had been ruined by this simple question. She considered lying - she could pass as a student or a waitress or even a model (ok maybe not a model): there were literally thousands of jobs she could pretend to have. But, being the idiot hopeless romantic that she was, she decided to be honest with the man across from her. What if Thiago from Tinder was her soulmate? She didn't want to ruin it by lying.

"I'm finishing my sports medicine and physiotherapy certification, so I am working with one of the football clubs here to do practical training and gain experience."

"Oh that's cool! Which club? You can tell me, I know most of the 3rd and 4th tier Catalan clubs, so I'll probably know it even if it's really small."

Wow. Thiago from Tinder was an overachiever: he messed up before she even said which club she worked for, which was faster than every other man she had been out with in the last four months. y/n took a deep breath and resisted the urge to leave before confessing where she worked.

"I actually work at a pretty well known club... F.C Barca. I think you might of heard of it?" y/n watched this man's jaw visibly drop. His eyes got wide and lit up, like someone had told him he had just won a brand new car.

"You're a physio at Barca?? No way! That's my team! I think I would actually commit manslaughter if Pedri asked me to. So you get to see all the players every day? And Xavi! Have you ever spoken to Xavi? Do you know he won Spain their first world cup? You might be too young to remember. That's so amazing!"

y/n felt all the muscles in her head tense as she focused all her energy on not rolling her eyes. A fanboy. Typical. This was the most common response she got when she said her place of work out loud. 6 of the last 12 first dates had been major fanboys for the club, talking endlessly about how they would steal and kill and get on their knees for Barca. One had even been so bold as to ask if she had ever seen Lewandosky naked, to confirm if some measurements he had seen online were true. While the fans were annoying, the haters were even worse. 4 different dates had said they felt bad that she worked at a "dying club", throwing up football statistics, and going red in the face when she said she could not possibly care less about who had more Champion's League wins.

Then there were those that went out of their way to offend her. You would think that a man trying to get laid would have some more common sense. But that didn't stop one of her tinder matches from calling her a liar in the middle of a restaurant. He was still on his first glass of wine, leaning back cockily in his chair when he said that La Liga would never allow female physios to work with the first team because women couldn't "handle the intensity of football injuries." She should have gotten up and left when he said that, but he was 6'3 with a brand new Porsche, so she let him buy her dinner and drive her home before telling him that she genuinely hoped he never interacted with a female doctor ever again, even if it was to save his life.

The worst had been when she went out with Jose. He had invited her to a pretty expensive spot in central Barcelona. They were having an amazing conversation until the fated job question. She had downed a good amount of wine at that point, and wasn't as cynical about the reaction as she usually would be, so she spoke about her role with pride. Big mistake. He perked up, then threw his head back and laughed. He laughed so loudly it startled the waiter clearing plates from the nearby table. "21 years old and working as a physio for F.C Barca... Who did you have to sleep with to get that job, hm? Xavi? La Porte himself? Or maybe someone at the university? Regardless, you must fuck like a pornstar to have landed a job like that. Can't wait to try it first hand." y/n said some choice words about Jose and his micropenis, and promptly left, seeking to avoid assault charges that night.

The truth was that y/n was extremely talented at what she did. She grew up watching football with her father and brother, developing an interest in working in sports professionally. She worked herself half to death during high school to be accepted into a sports science program in the U.S. She interned with the college teams there, learning about sports injuries and treating them. She finished her program in three years, and despite programs across Europe fighting for her, she came back to Barcelona to finish her physiotherapy certification. She would be lying if she said it was just for her family and friends. The program in Barcelona advertised opportunities to work with F.C. Barca, her favorite football club since birth. It was a love she inherited from her father, as shown by all her childhood pictures in the Blaugrana uniform.

The program was harder than expected. She was one of 7 female first year students, and the only girl in her year that wanted to work with the first team. y/n was made aware that this might work to her advantage now that professional football was pushing for more female representation (in referees, coaching staff, and now on the medical team). The guys in her class either hated her guts or wanted to sleep with her (sometimes both) - it really was like legally blonde without the law.

In the middle of August, close to the beginning of the new season, all the applicants for the Barca placement were called into the university on a Sunday. Their professor introduced Dr. Gonzales, the head physiotherapist for the club. y/n started to sweat despite the air conditioning hitting her directly. She was terrified to even breathe wrong in the presence of this man.

"It's a pleasure to be here with you all today. Thank you for your hard work in submitting to fill the assistant physiotherapist position at F.C. Barcelona. Now, there have been rumors that we are hiring a student to fil this position because it is cheaper and we are broke, but I would like to assure you all now that it's not true."

The two boys in front of her snickered quietly, one whispering a "yeah right" to the other. Dr. Gonzalez looked up at the boys. "You two giggling in the back. You don't seem like the type we need at Camp Nou. You can leave now." Everyone in the room sat up straighter after that. Everyone was on military behavior, not wanting a wrong look or a chair squeak to blow their chance. "As many of you know, one of our strikers, Ousmane Dembélé, presents with consistent right hamstring tightness, leading to frequent injuries."

As Dr. Gonzalez turned to face the screen, y/n found enough bravery to pull out a pen and paper to take notes. The doctor continued to describe the player's condition, his playing style, and the current course of treatment being used. After speaking for 25 minutes (while facing the screen instead of the students), he turned around and addressed them. "Your project is to develop a continuous muscular therapy treatment for Dembélé in the next two days. The best and most cost effective method gets the job placement. You at the back," he pointed at y/n, "Smart choice to take notes. I advise you not to share."

Y/n drove home that evening checking her rear-view mirror every few seconds. The possibility of being followed by one of her classmates so they could steal her notes was low, but never zero, and so she did both of the locks tightly on the door. She sat at her computer and got to work right away. Truth be told, she felt like the whole assignment was kind of a trick. Dr. Gonzalez had told them the current treatment plan for Dembélé, which had obviously been working seeing as they kept using it. She made a few adjustments based on leg dominance and the anticipated excess strain of playing more minutes each game, and then she decided to facetime her friend Angelika while she made the PowerPoint look pretty.

"Good evening Dr. y/l/n, finally ready to ask for my hand in marriage? My parents always wanted me to marry into medicine." y/n rolled her eyes and smirked. She had met Angelika when she was living in the US through a Facebook group for Spanish students studying abroad. Ever since then, not a day had gone by where they hadn't spoken (except once when Angelika had dropped her phone into a pint of beer and couldn't get it fixed for three days).

"You know I'm ready when you are gorgeous, just send your ring size. What're you up to?"

"Nothing much, just scrolling on the internet trying to find clubs that are no cover for ladies tomorrow. You're still coming out with us right?" y/n looked away from her computer and looked at Angelika with the "I'm about to bail on plans look" that was all too familiar. "Y/n!! You cannot be cancelling plans with us again! You haven't been anywhere except your house and the university in like six weeks! People will start to think you're with child and in hiding."

"I didn't know I was the new virgin Mary." y/n quipped, trying to make her presentation equally professional and cute. "You're not, because that would require you being a virgin. I know it feels like it's growing back because you haven't looked in the direction of a man in centuries." y/n could only shake her head. It was not a lack of trying. "Well, I'm presenting to the Barca head physio Wednesday morning, so if you ever want a chance at seeing the inside of that locker room, you need to let me skip out on tomorrow."

Angelika sighed and threw herself on the bed dramatically. "Fine, but you need to be our DD and come pick us up after. Shockingly, it's really hard to order an Uber while drunk." y/n agreed to pick the girls up from the club at the end of the night, an spent the rest of the evening chatting idlily with her friend, living vicariously through the stories she told.

The following day, y/n spent all morning refining her presentation. She spent over an hour watching videos about the Barca training facility to see if there was any equipment she had overlooked in creating her treatment plan. The day progressed as normal - cleaning, cooking, practicing her presentation, watching TV on the couch. As 1am rolled around, she still hadn't received any communication from Angelika. While she was not an inconsiderate person, Angelika did have her moments where she would completely forget about the world around her: that was when she met a man who showed interest in her. Despite being gorgeous and intelligent, Angelika, like most girls in their early twenties, suffered from a condition known as "Nothing is true about me unless an attractive man says it". y/n also suffered (mildly) from this affliction, but being surrounded by weirdos all day in university had helped substantially. She knew that if she did not leave then, she would never get any sleep, and so she grabbed her car keys and headed to the address of the club that she had been sent earlier on.

She parked several blocks away from the club, and called Angelika for a record 41st time. y/n knew she wasn't going to receive an answer, so she changed into a tight satin top and a pair of heels that she always left in her car in case of emergencies (What if Joao Felix decided to take a random trip to Barcelona and she was unprepared?). She could feel the street practically vibrating beneath her as she walked towards the club. She was let in easily - it was a Tuesday night and the establishment needed female patrons. She kept close to the bar, and asked the girls working there if they had seen her friend. Once y/n pulled up a picture of Angelika, the girls laughed to one another.

"Oh yeah, she's up in the VIP section. They've dropped like 6k on bottle service already."

y/n felt the vein in her forehead start to pop out. Of course Angelika had found herself a man that would take her to the part of the club that was the hardest to get into. Especially on the night when y/n really needed to get home. Because why wouldn't that happen? She made her way over to the VIP section, where she was promptly stopped by two large bouncers, who obviously didn't believe that she just wanted to grab her friend. While standing there deciding whether she should just make Angelika order an Uber (or have this new lover order one for her), she was tapped on the shoulder. She turned around and was met by a very attractive man (boy? His age was hard to determine in the dark).

"Hey, do you need to get into VIP? Are you here alone? " "That's a really creepy question to ask a girl in a club." y/n yelled back over the thumping music. What were all these people doing out on a Tuesday? "No not like that. I can help you get in if you want." "I don't really want to get in, I just want to get my friend and leave." The man (boy?)'s eyes lit up. "Perfect! My tea- friend. My friend that I'm with is pretty drunk and the person that drove us is in VIP. I can't leave him by himself because he's kind of rowdy even when sober. Could you watch him while I go grab them?"

y/n didn't want to look too deeply into a good thing, but the offer felt suspicious. She scanned the boy (she had decided that he was young), looking for any indication that he could live up to his end of the bargain. She looked down at his feet, noticing the white Alexander McQueen sneakers. She decided that she could trust him, and if not, she was still in a public place, and someone would notice if she was being dragged out of a club kicking and screaming. She walked over to where the friend was and had to stifle a laugh. Another boy was sprawled across two high bar chairs, legs up and head rolled back. He was wearing a pair of Louis Vuitton sunglasses despite it being the middle of the night and them being indoors. His white button up had the first two undone and the collar popped, like he was Pitbull in 2011. He was in a pair skinny jeans (because, as y/n discovered quickly, everyone in the world had moved on from skinny jeans except for Spanish men) and some white Dolce and Gabanna sneakers. Where were these kids getting all this money?

"Pablo! Look who I brought you! This is..." The first boy looked back at you expectantly. "y/n". "y/n! She's really great and going to take care of you while I go get Pepi so we can go home." The drunk one (now Identified as Pablo) lifted his head, and tilted the sunglasses just enough to get a good look at the girl. "Wow Angel, nice job." The first one (Angel apparently) apologized to y/n, explaining that Pablo was a "really flirty drunk" but that he was never like this sober. y/n showed Angel a picture of Angelika, and off he went back into the beast that was the club. y/n stood awkwardly by Pablo, who appeared to have fallen asleep. Suddenly, he sprung up and asked her, "so what is a pretty girl like you doing in the club by herself?"

"I'm not here to go clubbing, just picking up a friend." "You're dressed like you're going clubbing." "Right, because they wouldn't let me into the club in my scrubs." "Scrubs? You look too young to be a doctor." The music was starting to take a toll on y/n, the thumping rhythm giving her a splitting headache. "You don't look old enough to be let into the club, but everyone is full of surprises." Pablo did not take this comment well. He stood up, feeling all the blood rush to his head as he rested his weight against the bar. He pushed his glasses up his head, and looked straight at her.

This was the first opportunity y/n had to admire how gorgeous Pablo was. The glasses pushed his hair back on his head, showing off his striking eyebrows and cheekbones. His eyes were wide and glassy, making him look like a teenager who had gotten drunk for the first time. For all y/n knew, that could be the case. His nose slopped downward, a subtle bump in the bridge like it had been broken before and reset. His discontent made his bottom lip poke out, and y/n suddenly was overwhelmed by the urge to treat him like a child: make him feel better with a kiss. "I'm 18, and this isn't even my first time in a club. You want to see my ID?" Pablo had gotten much closer to her than she had expected. In her 4 inch heels, y/n was looking him straight in the eyes. He was mere inches away from her face, cheeks flushed from the alcohol and the anger of being called a child. She couldn't stop her gaze from flipping between his eyes to his pouting lips. 'This is normal,' she thought to herself. 'I'm overwhelmed because no man has been this close to me in a while. Even if my scumbag cheating ex was standing this close I would want to kiss him. I am simply in desperate need of affection.'

This internal monologue ended just as another club patron bumped into Pablo, causing him to lose balance. He put his arms around y/n and rested weight against her, head pressed into her shoulder. "I feel like dying. I shouldn't have drank that much." He muttered. She just held him there, scared that he would hit the floor if she shifted. "Then why did you keep drinking?" She asked. It couldn't hurt - in the state he was in, she would be surprised if he even remembered his name in the morning. "So my brain would be a little quieter." y/n's heart ached at the statement. However old the boy in her arms was, he was being burdened by something far beyond his age.

Before she could ask anything else, she was tapped on the shoulder by Angel, who signaled for her to follow out of the club. She put one of Pablo's arms around her neck and began shuffling through the crowd. Once they left the club, Pablo quickly separated from her to throw up on the side of the street. "At least he waited until he was off of you to do that," a male voice echoed from behind her. y/n turned around to see Angelika clinging to a tall brunet. "Thank you so much for carrying her out. I think I can take it from here." y/n said, trying to get Angelika to remove herself from the nice man. "It's ok, I can walk her to your car. It might be easier than you carrying her." y/n smiled apologetically, and turned around to the sound of Pablo continuing to wretch his guts out. She ran over to make sure he wasn't puking blood and didn't need medical attention. "Come on Pablo let's go." Angel said from the curb. "No no, don't rush him. Let him get it all out before he gets into my car. Otherwise he'll have to start taking the city bus to matches." y/n looked up at the new voice. He walked up and stood by Angel, glancing at his phone before looking up at his friend and the girl making sure he didn't die. "Thanks for looking after him. I hope he wasn't too bad, he's a tag aggressive." y/n stood there speechless. The man thanking her for taking care of his drunk friend was none other than Pedri Gonzalez, one of the young stars of F.C. Barca. He was an absolute magician with the ball, and quickly becoming a favorite in y/n's household. She wanted to let out a scream: jump up and down and tell him that she was a huge fan and ask for a picture. But she had her presentation tomorrow. The last thing she needed was to make a bad impression on the player by causing a scene. So she took a deep breath and insisted that it was no problem.

Pablo had finished puking out his guts by that point and stood up straight, gripping his head from the dizziness. "Alright hermano, time to go." Pedri said, turning his back to y/n, Angelika, and the main carrying her. "Wait." Pablo said rummaging through his pocket. He pulled out his wallet, and clumsily pulled a card from it. He turned to y/n and grabbed her shoulder, pulling her close to him. There were shouts from his friends to stop whatever he was doing, but nothing was registering in his liquor-filled brain. "y/n think's I'm a little kid, so I just wanted to show her my ID." y/n shifted her gaze from his deep eyes to the card in his hand. She didn't look at the age. She didn't have to. Her eyes landed on the name: Pablo Martín Páez Gavira. One of the best young football players in the world had just used her as a banister. "Now that you know I'm not a kid, next time, you should let me buy you a drink." Pablo said, pushing a strand of hair from y/n's face before walking (wobbling) back to his friends.

y/n could not process everything going on in her head at that moment. She turned around and faced the man holding a half-asleep Angelika. "You don't play for Barca do you?" She asked, half joking and half fearful. "No. I play for Real Sociedad. I'm Martin." "Zubimendi??" "Yeah." This was too much. y/n, 7 hours before the most important presentation of her life, was surrounded by so much football royalty it made her dizzy. Martin looked like he was going to say something else, but y/n put her finger to her lips and shushed him. "Please, not another word. Just bring her to the car."

They walked silently to y/n's tiny car, Martin helping to carefully place Angelika in the back seat. "So are you the guy she was with while ignoring my calls?" "Oh no, that was my teammate Ander. He was also kind of out of it so I offered to help her out." "Why is everyone getting drunk out of their minds on a random Tuesday in August?" y/n said in frustration, causing a laugh to erupt from Martin. "It's the last week before training for the new season starts. Not a lot of opportunities to black out after this. People like to take advantage." y/n thanked Martin and got into the driver's seat. He stopped her before she drove off. "Do you think I could maybe get your number? Just to make sure you get home safe?" y/n rolled her eyes at the lame excuse for a pick-up tactic, but surrendered her phone number anyway. She drove back to her apartment with her head reeling, as she tried to rehearse her speech in her head instead of thinking of the events of the night.

The next day, y/n looked perfect. She had work her best school-approved scrubs and coat. and slicked her hair back to make her look more professional. She was in her business attire Nikes. Her note cards were neatly written and organized. She sat in the lecture hall waiting to be called on. The students would be presenting in random order. As all the student filled in to present, the tension was palpable. Everyone side-eyed each other, trying to intimidate the "competition". The door swung open and in walked the professor, as well as Dr. Gonzalez. He stood at the front podium, stern as ever, and began to speak.

"Good morning students. Thank you all for the effort you have put into the presentations you will share today. We look forward to all you assessments and insights. As the new season quickly approaches, we want the new assistant to become acclimated to the workplace quickly. Therefore, the decision about the position will be made today following the presentation." The entire room stopped breathing. "In order to do so efficiently, please welcome our other guests and evaluators, Mr. Xavi Hernandez and Mr. Ousmane Dembélé." The pair walked in, and the room engaged in the most "I wish I was dead" sounding clapping known to man. y/n started sweating profusely. If she had known that Xavi and Dembélé were going to be watching her presentation, she would have made Angelika take the Uber. Hell, she would have made her ride a Donkey back home and gotten a full night's sleep.

Dr. Gonzalez drew names for the order, and because y/n has the worst luck, she was presenting last. She did what she does best: panicked immediately. She tried to think of ways to present the information differently than the 6 students before her had. As she listened to the presentations, the more nervous she got. None of the other students had treatment plans remotely similar to hers. Antonio, one of the smartest in their batch and the presenter right before her, even suggested he get surgery.

It was time. y/n stood up at the front of the room and pulled out her slides. "Good morning everyone. Today I will be presenting my comprehensive treatment plan for player Ousmane Dembélé's right hamstring." She got through the whole thing without stuttering or having her knees give out. As she finished her last slide, she let out a sigh of relief. The hard part was over. She asked if their were questions and Xavi's hand went up. "So Miss y/n, the treatment plan presented is very similar to the one we have currently implemented, with a couple changes in training and every day life. What is the anticipated recovery time for this treatment?" Everyone else in the class had said 8-12 months. But no - of course y/n had to be differently. "6 weeks sir." "6 weeks? No one else has given a suggestion that would take less than half a year." "Yes sir, however, if you take into account the availability of daily therapy, cryotherapy, and the current play style and strain distribution, he can be on the field in 6 weeks. He might not be comfortable playing all 90 minutes each game, but that's not the same as being completely out for injury." Xavi nodded and said nothing more. That was the end of the questioning.

It took them 8 minutes exactly to decide who go the job. Dr. Gonzalez, Xavi, and Dembélé came back into the room, thanking everyone again for their hard work. "We are please to announce," Xavi started, "that we will be offering the assistant physiotherapist position for the 2022/2023 season to," he turned to Dembélé, who finished the thought, "Miss y/n y/l/n." All the men in the room turned to face y/n at once as she struggled to breathe from the shock. "We look forward to having you this season."

And that's how it happened. y/n was now the assistant physiotherapist for the first team at F.C. Barcelona during the day, and entertainment for the absolute worst men in Spain in the evenings. She left her disappointing first date with a headache and leftovers, and drove home listening to her "Maybe Love is a Social Construct" playlist. As she walked into her apartment, her phone chimed with a text notification. She let her hair down and grabbed her phone, preparing to update Angelika about the latest in the tragedy that was her love life. Instead, she had two separate text notifications.

[Unknown number]: Hey, is this still y/n's number?

[Gavi]: I need to see you urgently. Tomorrow morning 6:30 am. I'll be waiting outside your office.

To be continued...

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If you got this far, thanks for reading! I have had this idea for a long time and have been writing snippets of it down. I will continue to update whenever I can, as this really is a passion project for me (so it's ok if no one reads it).

GIF credit to @gavidaily

Huge thanks to the following for heavily inspiring me to start writing this on the internet: @missgavi @kyiiansmbappe @julianalvarez9 @milawritesstuff @leeamorgan (there are a couple others I'm forgetting)

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-Back on the Beat-

Part 2. 06

October 26th, 5:39pm

Kim is feeling… unsettled. 

If he didn’t know better, he would say he was nervous. Except Kim does know better and he doesn’t get nervous. 

He’s frustrated because he can’t figure out what to wear, and he’s changed his outfit four times now. 

But he isn’t nervous. 

Jimbo, Kim’s cat, intermittently walks into the bedroom, only to walk back out again a few minutes later. As if he wants to be in there with Kim, but the tension is too much for him to stay long.

Kim sighs. 

Tonight is family dinner night. It’s a new weekly tradition Kinn and Porsche are trying to make happen, and tonight will be the third night they hold it. For Kim, it will be his first night attending. He doesn’t mind spending time with Khun, but Kim doesn’t get along too well with Kinn, and he’s hardly exchanged more than two words with Porsche. His father will also be there, which is never an appealing situation. 

Normally, Kim would avoid such an event and ignore Khun’s hassling until his attendance is given up on. 

Except Porchay asked Kim to come. 

Kim thinks he would go through far more grueling activities than family dinner in order to spend time with Porchay. 

And… this will be the first time since they broke up that Kim and Porchay will be spending an extended period of time in the same room together. 

They might even get a chance to talk. 

…

Maybe Kim is a little nervous. 

But only to see Porchay. 

They’ve been texting most days recently. The topics they talk about vary a lot, and Porchay is usually the one to initiate the conversation. He also asks for pictures of Kim’s cat on a regular basis, and Kim has taken to bringing his phone with him around the house so he can snap pictures of Jimbo for the next time Porchay asks for them.

Kim looks down at the leather jacket in his hands and holds back a smile. 

…

He really needs to get going though, or he will be late. 

Well… later than he already is anyway. 

Kim throws on the first outfit he tried 45 minutes ago, checks himself in the mirror for another ten minutes, gives Jimbo a scratch under his chin and leaves his apartment. He’s now running almost 25 minutes late for dinner. 

Kim arrives at the compound dining room just as the staff are putting food on the table. Kinn and Porsche both look surprised to see him, but Kim ignores them in favour or looking at Porchay. They lock eyes, and Porchay smiles gently at Kim. 

Kim’s heart soars. 

“It’s not nice to be tardy, little brother!” Tankhun remarks haughtily, pulling Kim’s attention away from Porchay. If Kim didn’t know Khun so well, he would miss the pleased look that Khun is trying to hide in favour of his fake exasperation. 

“Hush, Tankhun,” Korn says “it’s lovely for you to join us, Kim. What a pleasant surprise!” Korn looks every bit the pleased, loving father he pretends to be on the outside. Kim sends him his most charming smile. 

“I happened to be in the area, thought I should stop by at least once.” Tankhun huffs at his excuse, but he still looks pleased as he begins sorting through the food on the table. 

Kinn doesn’t say anything, but he does have a hint of a smile on his face as he follows Khun’s lead with the food. 

Perhaps tonight won’t be such a struggle after all.

The staff bring out an extra table setting for Kim, and he begins serving himself some rice.

The conversation at the table kicks off when Porsche turns to Porchay and asks him about the garden bed he's been cultivating under the watchful eye of the family's gardener. Kim makes a mental note to ask Porchay more about his flowers if they get a chance to talk and he needs something to fall back on.

Khun makes a comment about how delicious his food is, but how the pad kra pao could have been better. Kim silently agrees, but only because his pad kra pao is one of the best things he cooks. He was taught how to make it by their previous head chef when he was fourteen, and he perfected it when he moved out. Ever since that chef retired, the dish cooked by anyone else has never managed to please the table, and it’s almost guaranteed that Khun will comment on it. Kim has been meaning to make some for Khun, but he's a little nervous he won't live up to the standard. 

Just as Kim is starting to think family dinner isn’t so bad after all, Korn turns to Kinn and Porsche and begins to talk business. 

Which of course means various metaphors instead of actually talking directly, even though everyone at the table knows exactly what is being discussed. 

"Kinn, how did the meeting go last week? Did you sort out the issue with the bread?”

“Yes pa. The bread is running through the clubs with our regular bakers once more. There was a slight disagreement regarding the ingredients used but it has now been sorted out.”

“Wonderful news. Well done. I knew you could handle the situation,” Korn remarks jovily. Kim internally rolls his eyes. He would bet good money the issue was actually caused by Korn’s own devices as some way of testing Kinn. 

Kim’s phone buzzes in his pocket, and he turns away from the conversation to fish it out. 

Kim’s hand flies up to his mouth, but he’s not nearly quick enough to stifle the loud snort-laugh he lets out at Porchay’s message. 

The table goes quiet as everyone turns to look at Kim in surprise, Porchay looking at him in delight, though he’s trying to hide it. It’s not working. 

“Sorry,” Kim explains, “I ate too quickly.” His face feels like it’s burning, and he keeps his head down as he fishes a piece of tofu off his place. 

The conversation resumes, but Kim is no longer paying it any attention.

How fucking embarrassing. 

Kim looks up at Porchay, who is already watching him with a pleased smile. They lock eyes for a moment before Kim feels like he needs to look away once more, unsure how to handle the soft look on Porchay’s face.

Dinner passes without further incident, Khun asks Kim a few things about his music and demands photos of Jimbo and Kim makes a mental note to send Khun a few of the pictures he’s been taking for Porchay.

The night winds down and eventually Korn retires for the evening. Kinn and Porsche have been giving each other bedroom eyes for the past half hour, and excuse themselves shortly after.

Tankhun looks to Kim like he’s about to say something, but changes his mind and excuses himself with a swish of his long cloak and a request for Kim to join them next time. 

Kim doesn’t think he can handle another family dinner.

He’s standing up to leave when Porchay speaks up. He’s still sitting at the table, picking at the edge with his fingers.

“It’s good you could come. They always serve too much food and I feel awful leaving it on the table.”

“Don’t. The staff eat any leftovers so it doesn’t go to waste.”

“Ah.” Porchay looks down at the table, fiddling with his thumbs. The suspended silence is awkward, but Kim still hesitates to leave. 

Just as he decides he should probably go, Porchay speaks again.

“Hey, are you busy after this?” he asks.

“Mm no, I was just going to head back home and do some work.”

“Oh... are you working on new music?”

“Maybe. Not sure if this one is going anywhere yet though.” Kim shuffles his feet. He's not sure what to do with his hands, and tucks them away in his pockets.

“Well…” Porchay pauses, as if unsure of his next words, “um, if you’re free for a little while, can you come upstairs with me?”

Kim’s brain short circuits. What?

Porchay continues quickly, “I’m fine tuning my latest shit post and I could use your critical eye.”

Kim doesn't know what to say. Porchay fiddles with his fingers some more, looking down at the table top and back up at Kim, and then looks away again.

"Yeah," Kim eventually finds his voice "Yeah of course. Lead the way."

END OF PART 2

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From the Window (m) — Tom Cruise

A/N: I’m gonna have a Taglist! If you wanna be on it, let me know in the comments or DM me! 💋

Summery: Tom Cruise’s watching you fuck yourself.

Warnings: No plot pure Smut, F/masturbation, Voyeurism, Use of toys, Do note that this is a work of FICTION!

tagging: @deanscroissant

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Closing the door behind him, Tom tossed his work bag on the floor. Huffing out a big sigh before he noticed the curtain of his bedroom window is wide open, letting the moonlight shine through, illuminating the dark room. As he made his way towards the window along with tossing his blue blazer to his bed. Grabbing one side of the curtain, he was ready to drag across to meet with the other but something, or rather someone, catches his attention that made him halted his movements. His eyes widened, his mouth went slightly agape.

There, there, his neighbor’s young niece, Y/N, is touching herself on her bed. Her bed is facing towards her window which faced to Tom’s. Tom swallowed his saliva as he realized he’s still in frozen state.

He watched the way your fingers toy with your clit, your other hand giving your tits the attention that they need by playing with the nip. Tom has always noticed you, he’s pretty closed with Your aunt, sometimes he would come by and talk to her. And of course, you’re always there. Either cleaning the front yard, or washing her Porsche with such a provocatively sexy outfit.

His pants suddenly became uncomfortable, as if like he wanted to rip them off. A tent is starting to grow in his pants as he watched you shoved 2 fingers inside your cunt, your back arched from the action that you caused. He could see it, perfectly, clear with the moonlight helps illuminate the wetness from your cunt.

You’re so wet.

And do you know who you’re playing for? Him.

You knew how he’d always comes home late, he’d always have to close the curtain to his bedroom by himself. You’re feeling adventurous and you’ve always had a crush on him. You imagined how your fingers was his, you know he’s watching you.

You sighed and halted your actions, your fingers doesn’t seem to give the satisfaction that you needed anymore. So, you decided to pull out the big gun, the dildo underneath your bed.

Once you pulled out your fingers slowly, you act like he’s not watching you, as you confidently shuffle through the stuff underneath your bed to find the one thing you’re looking for. You sighed once you successfully retrieve the veiny fake cock, a smile on your lips. You sat on your knees, you kissed the tip made your red lipstick left a bit of stain.

Tom watches the whole thing.

From the teasing by your lips, before you shoved it into your mouth. You seductively suck on the fake cock, your other hand playing with your clit to get yourself ready. You took the dildo out from your mouth with a pop before you slammed the part where it should stick, to the medium-sized cabinet surface that is placed at the foot of your bed.

You sighed to yourself in satisfaction before you position yourself facing the headboard of your bed on all fours. Ass up in the air, grabbing the standing fake cock, you aim it towards your entrance as you slowly sink down on it. The whole process made you close your eyes, mouth fell open, with a soft moan escaping from your throat.

You always wondered how does Tom Cruise’s cock looks and feels like. I bet he’s hung, you thought.

Bracing yourself on your knees, your hands supporting you from the bed cushion, you grind on the fake cock.

“Ssshiit,” Tom cursed to himself. His tent growing by each seconds as he palmed himself from his dress pants. This is so wrong, he thought. But why does it feel so right? Tom is in distress, whether he should pull out his chair, rip his pants away and go nuts, or he should slap himself out of of this craziness that is caused by his neighbor’s young niece.

He watches the way you lift your hips as you bounce on the dildo, your cabinet slightly shook due to the hit that caused from your body. Shit, that’s making it even more sexy, he thought.

Tom then realized that this is what you want, to get him wrapped around your fingers. To get him to stand there and fuck himself off, or to get him to finally pull out his chair and fuck himself off. From the way you always find something to provoke him, the way you wash your aunt’s car, the way you dress whenever he’s around, when you get out from the shower without a towel on, he knew you’ve been trying to get his attention. What a whore.

Once Tom realizes all of those, he smirked and release his palm from his tent. He undo the cuff of his wrist, still watching you, pulling the sleeves up to his elbow before crossing his arms. Meanwhile, you’ve been lost in your own world, screw making him watch you it’s a bonus for you. Now, you needed your own pleasure.

You kept bouncing on the fake cock, the only sound forming out in this room is the way your pussy sucking out that fake cock, and the squelching sound from it. You imagined that’s how you’re gonna ride Tom Cruise’s dick. You really want to use his cock as your toy. Get yourself off.

Before you know it, you came with a loud moan, thank god your Aunty isn’t home, or else she could hear the whole house is shaking due to you bouncing on that fake cock so hard you really thought it was Tom Cruise’s.

You sighed to yourself before you slowly pull out the fake cock from your pussy by lifting your hips upward. You turn around to expect Tom already on his chair and fucking his cock, but to find him looking at you dead in the eye with his arms still crossed.

It startled you, you didn’t expect him to stand there and watch, you expect him to fuck himself to the show that was put on by you.

A some kind of evil smirk slowly expressed on his face, Tom bit his bottom lip before he shook his head off to the ground then back up to you. You sat there on your bed, dumbfounded and rather ashamed at the same time, before Tom grabs the other side of his curtain and drags it off.

Fuck, does he not like it? Or are you in trouble?

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4Minutes Ep 1 - 4 Live Blogging

I’m in Chicago and hanging out with friends but also, I’m awake while the others are sleeping/busy. So maybe I’ll start watching this hmmm. Ideally I’d binge/watch each episode in one go, then go through archives and posts for that episode, then move on to next episode but the rest of the week once I get home is also going to be chaotic, so I don’t think I can watch the episodes with my full attention then either. I wanna be caught up for Friday’s episode, so here we go on my ipad. I saw a bunch of stuff for the first two eps and some stuff for the third ep; most of it was Fuaiz character with Bas or Jjay so I kinda don’t know what’s going on with our main couple except Bible’s character sees visions (including having sex w the other guy).

Ep 1 (Aug 11/12)

Great? in the hospital and dying. Tyme wandering around while shot and dying

beautiful shots

Korn works in his father’s company and has been given a new position… Investment but also referred to as “the secret operation” by his dad when he can’t hear

oh Great is gonna take over Korn’s old transportation overseeing stuff soon

Are Great and Korn cousins?

Great hit a woman while speeding in his car?!?!

hit and run?!?$?$?!!!!!

I heard some people say that none of the characters are good but I didn’t expect our main character Great to quite be this bad

ohhhh his first vision four minutes into the future, that was cool

the hospital setting does remind me of Triage - another Sammon creation. like the never saying free in the ER thing

oh Tyme is still a student? i mean med students get to be older toward the end of their studies. but he’s a doctor already i thought

the secret operation investment banking is online gambling done by a bunch of people on computers

who is that woman at the gambling place?

[Linguistics] Phi, nai between Korn and Tonkla

everybody was awake and around by the time I got to Korn-Tonkla on the couch… will pick it back up when I’m alone again heh

Korn gives money to Tonkla (though Tonkla still works)

very explicit sex scene that goes on for a little too long for me, so I started skipping toward the end. but not bad yknow it’s just that i find it awkward looking at so much nakedness. my friends are on the other side of the room, so I’m also not fully chill

Also the “can you fuck me raw?” was indeed crazy. I think there’s supposed to be a “does it hurt?” but i missed that one probably bc i skipped some parts

Great and Korn are brothers. I thought Great was that aunts son but is the dad’s son actually

Great telling Korn about his future vision lol how would he believe you

ohhh okay the reason Korn called Great’s mother aunt is because he has a different mother but same father. I finally understand lol

Tyme and his grandma. also he will become a surgeon soon but isn’t one yet

going up the elevator is okay but going down is not

Bible giving flowers to a patient in a hospital reminds me of Vegas giving Porsche a flower basket

I wonder what the future vision’s purpose was this second time

so true, this is a BL where the main characters must meet. Almost forgot lol

heh visions of him making out w Tyme

hmm when the woman had a heart attack and was stuck going through her life so far again, she could see 4 minutes into the future. Is Great in that hospital bed at the start and is seeing 4m into the future for the past

Interesting first episode, lots of things happened and my interest is piqued. What’s up with the woman who ran in front of the car and her mysterious son that’s Great’s age? How are the characters’ paths gonna cross? What’s the 4 minutes thing even? exciting. Well shot and the sex scene going so far startled me even though I kinda knew about it. Gotta wait until Tuesday to watch eps 2 and 3 rip.

Ep 2 (Aug 13)

murderrrrr

kinda looks like Fuaiz face and the cigarette hmmm. I wonder if he’s killing his brother bc ik that happens from spoilers or if it’s a future thing

oh, son committed suicie. wonder if it has anything to do with the gambling

Title is so annoying and not in a fun morally gray way. he's just ewwwwww without anything interesting about him. Similar to the same actor playing Top in DFF actually

ofc and Great's just chilling with this weirdo kidnapper agh

Great literally just originally watched his weirdo friend beat someone to death with a rock wtf...

stupid... Tyme literally fixing his hair and clothes and flexing him arms to go check up on Great lmfao

Tyme practically flirting while Great experiences visions of them having sex

I wonder what about Great intrigues Tyme so much

oh, Title died? This is a field by the river where Great left Tyme right but he'd only hit Tyme once with a rock. I didn't realize he was the one who was Tonkla's brother who apparently died but whew, that's good, I don't wanna see his face bruh

Title is Tonkla's nong? that's wild

Why don't they show the brother's face? Is it not Title?

aghhhh ofc it wasn't Title, a misdirection. no wonder they've not showed his face at all. but did that mans die at the same place Title brought Dome to kill?

damn, Great is not good at fighting at all lol but that tracks

now where did Tyme come from?

The calculations going on in Tyme's head during this conversation with Great lol

everything is so 11:00 related

Did she crash the sites?

oof, Korn fucked up and was a reason a hacker could do this

yaas okay the het sex is way less explicit but still exciting. should've shown more kneeling from Korn imo

yaas one side of the couple cheating (though I'd guess that Korn actually with the woman/is expected to be with the woman/does this often and Tonkla is actually his side piece sugar baby) and another side being set up for the cheating later on (Win coming to see Tonkla)

hmm who is she working for and giving the information to? It looked like Tyme for a second but I doubt that doctor's involved in this. so idk. but that would actually make sense why Tyme was so interested in Great, especially after seeing his name (surname)

Ep 3 (Aug 13)

Last episode before I have to wait just like the rest of them :') Just 4.5 weeks or so until the finale though.

Two murders in a similar way... So somebody killed Tonkla's brother and Tonkla killed them with the stone similarly

We've moved on from 11:00 to 11:01 last ep and it's showing up plenty this ep. There were some theories that Great has until 11:04 in the current timeline where he's in the hospital bed to change the stuff in his past, which could be interesting

seeing 11:01 when it's actually 9:30 ahh. real time vs past

"Can you forgive me, Great?" visions hmm

Great smiling so much around Tyme hehe

[Linguistics] Going from Doctor -> P'Tyme

hanging out and doing claw machines, cute

aw poor lonely rich kid Great. but okay so is his dad his bio dad or his stepdad?

oh, almost kiss already?!

nooo she got captured at the gambling den. did she send that info to Tyme?

damn, the case got transferred to the corrupt chief

"Deep down everybody knows who did it" omg?

"I shouldn't do this. you must still be grieving" cut to them making out shirts off and progressing lol

Tonkla's so funny, asking Korn before and now Win to fuck him raw

skipped through this sex scene too ngl like it's too explicit for me T.T

Tonkla got off and is no longer into the kissing lol and also interesting how in Eo 1 he was all about pleasing Korn and being like oh i don’t need to finish while I don’t even know if Win came (Tonkla did though! jizz on his damn chest omg)

ah, Win saying Tonkla can call him anytime for whatever reason, a sharp contrast to how he still hasn't been able to reach Korn

okay, so this happened in Great-Dome-Title's school and year because the girl who commented about the dead guy was in their class. but nobody is currently dead in their class... so is this indeed in the future like some people were theorizing? like Tonkla's storyline and Great's storyline aren't happening simultaneously?

11:02 already

ohhhh I'd seen the gifs of Tyme taking off his mask but was so confused. I get it now. yeah it was Tyme that Nan was sending all the gambling evidence to.

but why are him and Nan doing so many scary things by themselves, no backup, no nothing oof

I'd seen the 2 timelines theory but I wasn't sure if that would actually work because Korn and Great were at that dinner with their parents at the same time. And I thought it was after Great started seeing the future and Korn got assigned to the new thing, which we had mentioned to Tonkla.

I wonder why Great had seen the 4 minutes future this episode? Usually it's a significant event, especially ones where he made a cowardly choice, but that time, his heart started hurting and he dropped his drink?

Ep 4 (Aug 16)

I just happened to be working from home today so I can start watching during my lunch hehe and not have to wait ~6.5 hours until its release

oh, Tonkla matches the DNA of fingerprints on the rock?

Dr. Den just giving away where Tyme is to Great while Tyme's in the middle of surgery lol c'mon

move in with Tonkla?! girl you're a side piece of the side piece, you can't move into Tonkla's place that's likely running on Korn's money

no way Tonkla actually brought Win home lmfao I thought the promo pic for this ep was Tonkla and Korn in bed, when's that gonna happen. and Tonkla is trying to get it on with Win again, I like the tension when he's dragging his finger over Win's clothed chest

...and Korn arrives right then lol

Win having to hide without his pants is killing me lmfaoo

agh, Korn not backing off of Tonkla until the 4th time he pushes him off with a lot more force D: he submits to the woman + the other higher-ups in the business, so he comes to throw his weight around with Tonkla

that's crazy, Win didn't even put on his pants this whole time lmfaooo

Tonkla's switch up in personality between Korn and Win and the way he has Win under his control is crazy. it's mostly because how much he loves/gives a fuck about Korn vs Win ig

oh, Korn and Tonkla are ~4-5 years apart since I'm guessing Tonkla's a freshman and Korn is a senior in this flashback. I thought they were a decade apart at first lol

oh yeah, Tonkla's parents are dead so his nong can't be Title.

did Tonkla's nong kill the cat?

also is this the black cat Tonkla saw in ep 1 or 2 that was eerie? ig because it's supposed to be dead.

ah, the start of Tonkla and Korn falling in love. their start is so much more romantic than I expected, like their first time seems so romantic, a stark contrast to how Korn was pressuring Tonkla today

"I love you" from Tonkla already?

oh, his parents were still alive back then and probably his dad killed the cat.

omg? Korn saying he'll tell everybody that Tonkla's his bf once he takes over the company?

oof, sad Win in the bed while Tonkla's sitting and thinking about how he met and fell in love with Korn but I mean you now know that Tonkla's with somebody and are still having sex and sleeping in the bed.

Ah, the brain can survive w/o oxygen for 4 minutes. Thus the fandom theory that Great's going through the last 4 minutes of his life right now in that hospital bed and making different choices and such, hopefully to change the future

oh, she saw Great in that room?

Den really is so endearing somehow

the cut to Nan being slapped startled me fr

ok at least Great deleted the msg from Korn's history bc I was like lol what if he doesn't

omg the guy actually killed Nan in the other timeline, that's crazy

lol in what world would Tyme not get shot on sight? They're already grabbing at and pointing guns toward Great, the son of their boss + that guy shot Nan through the head in the other timeline, Tyme should've been dead by now but it's okay ig. lol they're even letting Tyme just walk away and go, that's wild

lmfao please Great high on adrenaline rn after the rescue. hopefully some thoughts about how shitty his family is will come into head soon

[Linguistics] "Not yet": 'yang' ยัง at 47:38 at Great is smiling. anytime I hear this I'm reminded of Pete are you satisfied and Vegas from his chair, grinning wide, saying ยัง after having tortured Pete in the basement. similar ยัง with a wide smile from Bible but different emotions and vibes lol. pretty much every time I hear ยัง I'm reminded of Vegas, so it's funny that it's a different Bible character this time

Tyme and Great first kiss hehe and they're so cute

they talk and giggle so cutely as they're taking their clothes off ahhhh

so Dome is Tonkla's nong fr? but how does it make any sense? because Tonkla's nong died - Korn was thinking about Tonkla telling him to get out while he met Great which was in the present

ohhh okay two different timelines not in the future sense but in the sense of parallel universes where Tonkla's in the original timeline still but Great's actions have saved Dome but in... a different timeline. and they kinda merge... kinda don't....

heh, I'm so glad I got to watch this ep right after it aired but now I've gotta wait for a week + some few hours because I'll be at work on Friday next week :<

Some progress on the TymeGreat front but it feels a bit strange how shallow? it seems because they've hardly spent time with each other and know nearly nothing about each other but Great is betraying his brother for Tyme and risking his life etc. Maybe because he has the visions of the two of them together and so is trying to speed up the romance? it just feels like their relationship is unearned/lacking which is a stark contrast to how in-depth and complex they're getting with Tonkla's relationships. So is the TymeGreat thing on purpose?

I'm curious how they'll deal with the 2 timelines stuff because the butterfly effect is kind of happening but not really???? The merging of two timelines where Tonkla is in the original one and Great is in the redo one but they bleed into each other (or rather maybe the redo is bleeding into the original one?)

Also I was wondering if the cold opens are from the future but it seems not, right? So does Win know right know that Tonkla is a murder suspect as he sleeps with him after finding out he already has someone and Tonkla's cheating with him? Win grow a backbone and stand for something. Letting himself be used as a side piece by a murder suspect, girl.

Thoroughly enjoying this, need the next episode right now.

[marshmallowgoop]

DCMK Blu-rays

A list of Detective Conan and Magic Kaito content with physical HD releases.

This won't be comprehensive by any means; I'm going to be focusing on Japanese, German, and United States releases because these are the ones that I own and am most familiar with. I believe that many of the films are also available on Blu-ray in several countries, dubbed in several languages, but I don't have much concrete knowledge about that at this moment. Please feel free to add any information!

That said, the main thing to know about Detective Conan Blu-rays is that... they kind of don't really exist. The television series is (mainly, more on this later) released on DVD only in Japan, usually with the equivalent of four episodes per disc, sold at 4,620 yen each. They're grouped in "Parts," with up to 10 Volumes per Part, and the next release, on June 23rd, will be Part 31, Volume 3, containing episodes 1007, 1008, 1010, and 1013.

A handful of episodes are released on Blu-ray via collections in Japan; there are the Treasured Selections and Akai Family TV Selections. But with a series running over 1,000 episodes, it really is just a handful of episodes available in these collections.

Treasured Selections

With the Treasured Selections, you can get 67 episodes on Blu-ray:

1: "The Roller Coaster Murder Case"

2: "The Kidnapping of the Company President's Daughter"

54: "The Game Company Murder Case"

128: "The Black Organization: One Billion Yen Robbery Case"

129: "The Mysterious New Student"

176-178: "Re-Encounter with the Black Organization"

226-227: "Battle Game Trap"

230-231: "Mysterious Passenger"

258-259: "The Man From Chicago"

271-272: "Hide, Hurry Up, and Abbreviate It"

277-278: "English Teacher vs. Great Western Detective"

286-288: "Shinichi in New York"

307-308: "The Remains of Voiceless Testimony"

309-311: "Contact with the Black Organization"

338-339: "Four Porsches"

340-341: "The Hidden Secret in the Toilet"

343-344: "Convenience Store Trap"

345: "The Confrontation with the Black Organization: The Coincidence of the Two Enemies on a Night with a Full Moon"

346-347: "Look for the Mark on the Buttocks"

361-362: "Teitan High School Ghost Story"

425: "Black Impact! The Moment the Black Organization Reaches Out."

427-428: "Super Secret School Zone"

429-430: "The Point of No Return"

462-465: "The Shadow of the Black Organization"

484-485: "The Whereabouts of the Black Picture"

491-504: "Red and Black Crash"

507-508: "Blind Spot of the Karaoke Shop"

509-511: "Conan VS Double Code Mystery"

However, anything before 286 is not in HD; these are all traditionally animated episodes that were not especially remastered for these releases:

Episodes 286 and beyond (from Treasured Selection 6 to 18) are digitally animated, and these Blu-rays are more properly HD:

Akai Family TV Selections

With the Akai Family TV Selections, you can get 33 episodes on Blu-ray:

563-564: "The Detective Squad vs. The Band of Robbers"

578-581: "A Red Omen That Summons Danger"

675-676: "Not Even a Millimeter of Forgiveness"

699-700: "Shadow Closes in on Ai's Secret"

701-704: "Pitch Black Mystery Express Train"

724-725: "Thief Kid and the Blushed Mermaid"

779-783: "The Scarlet Return"

785-786: "Taiko Meijin's Match of Love"

836-837: "The Unfriendly Girls Band"

861-862: "Just Like a 17 Year Old Crime Scene"

863-864: "The Spirit Detective's Murder"

866-867: "The Traitor's Stage"

881-882: "The Magician of the Waves"

Other Japanese Blu-rays

Beyond these, the TV-original specials Episodes 804-805 ("Conan and Ebizo's Kabuki Juhachiban Mystery") and Episodes 965-968 ("Kaiju Gomera VS Kamen Yaiba"), plus the canon Episodes 927-928 ("The Scarlet School Trip"), are also available on Blu-ray.

Finally, special edition Blu-rays for Movies 17-25 include a second disc containing the movie's tie-in anime episode... but that second disc is likely a DVD, speaking as someone who doesn't own any of these but does own the Japanese special edition Blu-rays for Movies 14 through 16, where the second discs are, indeed, DVDs.

German Blu-rays

Outside of Japan, Germany is currently releasing boxed sets of the Detective Conan series starting from Episode 1. At this time, these are the only physical releases of the remastered footage (which make a big difference), and they include Japanese and German audio (but any German-dubbed songs are omitted). Three boxes are available now, covering Episodes 1 to 96 (or 102 with the international numbering); a fourth box is set to be released on May 19th, covering up until Episode 122 (or 129 with the international numbering).

Do note that these releases edit the name boxes in a way that can't be turned off, however.

Films, Specials, and Magic Kaito

In Japan, there are Blu-ray releases for:

Films 1-25

Both Lupin crossovers

The Disappearance of Conan Edogawa: The Two Worst Days in History

Episode One: The Great Detective Turned Small

Magic Kaito and Magic Kaito 1412

In Germany, all of the same content is available on Blu-ray. There's also a Blu-ray release for The Scarlet Alibi, and I believe that they're the only ones with a physical HD release of Gosho Aoyama's Collection of Short Stories as well.

In the United States, there are Blu-ray releases for:

Films 19-23

Both Lupin crossovers

Episode One: The Great Detective Turned Small

As far as I'm aware, there are no HD releases anywhere of the OVAs. They're available on DVD in Japan, either separately or via four "Secret File" compilations (though these only cover OVAs 1-9).

There also aren't any HD releases of the Magic/Bonus files, but DVDs are included with the Japanese special edition versions of Movies 12-16. They're also available for individual purchase in Japan as well.

TV Specials 1, 2, and 4 (with 3 being the Lupin special, 5 being The Disappearance of Conan Edogawa, and 6 being Episode One) seem to be DVD only, too. Actually, I'm not sure if TV Special 1,"Time Travel of the Silver Sky," is available on disc at all? But TV Special 2, "Black History," is said to be included with the Japanese special edition DVD of the second live-action drama special, and TV Special 4, "Fugitive: Kogoro Mori," is included on the Part 24, Volume 7 DVD.

TV Special 7, "Love Story at Police Headquarters ~Wedding Eve~," might be included on Blu-ray in Japan with the special edition of Movie 25, but I can't confirm if that disc is a Blu-ray or DVD right now (and the same goes for The Scarlet Alibi, included with the special edition of Movie 24 in Japan).

The eight VHS-only Shogakukan Illustrated Encyclopedia Series tapes are obviously not available in HD, either.

Tl;dr?

So, in short, combining releases and eliminating the not-remastered Treasured Selections, you can find 186 episodes on Blu-ray right now (with more on the way with the fourth Detektiv Conan box). You can also get all of the films and Magic Kaito series, plus a few specials, in HD.

And I think that's all I've got! Feel free to add more information if you know any! I am desperate to physically own more HD DCMK content.

EDIT: I've done some more digging, and from what I can tell, starting with Movie 24, the Japanese special edition Blu-rays for the films changed the bonus second disc from a DVD to a Blu-ray instead. This means that Episode 1,002, "The Beika City Shopping Center Garbage Bin Mystery," included with the special edition of Movie 24, as well as Episode 1,039, "The Flying Jack-o'-lantern," included with the special edition of Movie 25, are available on Blu-ray, too. So, a more accurate number of episodes that have been released on Blu-ray (in HD) at this time is actually 188. Further, this confirms that The Scarlet Alibi and TV Special 7 are also available on Blu-ray in Japan.

Additionally, though I have provided a couple of links throughout this post, the Detective Conan World wiki deserves a bigger shout out than I initially gave; their "Collectibles" page, and particularly their "Japanese Blu-ray" article, were a huge help in compiling the information laid out here. Many, many thanks to the contributors.

And while I'm here, for those interested in English-language releases specifically, Magic's Detective Agency is a fantastically detailed resource for every DVD released by FUNimation (Volumes, Season Sets, and Films). They're not HD releases, true, but at the time, they're the only physical releases of any episodes and the first six films in English.

Finally, I also discovered that a fifth Detektiv Conan box is set to be released on July 21st! This should mean that remastered episodes up until 145 (or 155 with the international numbering) will be available on Blu-ray, and it bodes well for these releases to continue. Hopefully, there will be physical releases of the remastered footage in other countries, too!

[mousydentist]

More KPTS fics <10k words that altered my brain chemistry

PART 2: Misc Relationships

here we go again! this time, these are all fics that fit somewhere outside the big three pairings (kp, vp, kc). more (WAY more) than a few deal with sensitive topics, so the back button is your friend! enjoy <3

One Bright Moment by sparkly_butthole @sparkly-butthole-on-ao3

Rated E. Creator chose not to use warnings. Summary:

“Okay,” Porsche says slowly, “who is the smartest person we know? We should start there.” “Arm,” Pete responds immediately. “He’s a scientist. A tech geek.” “As opposed to?” “A magician? I don’t know.” Or: Porsche and Pete swap bodies. No one knows what to do about it.

this fic is ssooooo conceptually amazing, i'm absolutely obsessed with the interactions between the characters and the smangst gives it extra bonus points too. god VEGAS in this fic is literally spectacular, stunning, perfection

Complicated by Dumpster_Fire_x @dumpster-fire-x

Rated M. Creator chose not to use warnings. Summary:

Chay was in trouble. There was no way to put it. He knew that what he felt was far from normal nor the conventional way relationships work. He was in love, not with one person but two. Kim and Macau. It didn’t begin that way.

COMPLICATED!!!! this fic sent me into a kimchaymacau rabbit hole that i have yet to find my way out of but tbh i like it down here. soooo sweet and cute and just all around a very delightful read. angsty with a lovely helping of hurt/comfort that makes me 🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹

an hour glass glued to the table by IsleofSolitude @emberfaye

(+ associated series: time is a wheel in constant motion)

Rated G. No archive warnings apply. Summary:

"He’s immature, of course he is–he didn’t get to have his cousins and his parents give him attention and time. He knows how hard Vegas works–doing triple the work of anyone so that Macau is allowed to be carefree and attend classes at his school and not the type of training that strips away at your soul." Macau and Kim are the youngest sons, only four years apart in age.

i fucking LOVE this series so much, giving me that sweet sweet kim&macau goodness. i dont normally see/read gen fics or macau-centric fics and this really set my standards high for both of those things because its so well done

I don't need a parachute, baby, if I've got you by sabrina_il (marina) @pitchercries

Rated E. No archive warnings apply. Summary:

“We can do this,” Kinn insisted, between one kiss and the next, lying on top of Tay on the massive bed in his suite. “It’s totally doable.” Tay had to laugh. Kinn was very sexy and very heavy on top of him, and Kinn’s shirt was barely buttoned anymore and Tay appreciated all of it, but Kinn was an absolute idiot when it came to being an omega. Tay had known that even before they’d gotten together, almost six months ago. He’d known it for most of the time they’d spent as friends. “We absolutely cannot,” Tay countered, kissing Kinn again. An AU where Tay and Kinn are both omegas who get together (after breaking up with Time and Tawan respectively) and due to Reasons both go into heat at the same time. Porsche is the alpha they hire to solve all their problems. Suffice it to say, everyone gets way more than they bargained for.

oh WOW what to say about this fic. the PLOT in this bad boy, and in the rest of the series, is absolutely unmatched. SUCH a creative universe and made me fall in love with tropes/relationships id never considered before. 10/10 no notes

Ain't No Sunshine by Dumpster_Fire_x @dumpster-fire-x

Rated M. Major Character Death. Summary:

"Sometimes, death can bring the living together, and death can cause the living to find solace in one another." - C. JoyBell C.

🥲🥲🥲🥲🥲🥲🥲 ow. just. ow. short and sweet, painful, heart wrenching, lovely, and all the other adjectives that mean "hurt in a beautiful and poetic way"

Kinn the Stud by IsleofSolitude @emberfaye

Rated E. Rape/Non-con. Summary:

It’s not often that Kinn is put out to stud. Most of the time, the two ruts he gets a year are treated with a mix of pills, vetted escorts, and schedule rearranging. Yet, every few years, people are allowed to pay for the honor of having a Theerapanyakul alpha stud for their fertile omegas. Korn had promised that this time, in honor of his birthday, he would be allowed to pick one omega personally. Of course Kinn had chosen his boyfriend.

genuinely dont care if im biased cause this was a gift for me, this fic aaaaaaactually rocked my fucking world like oh my GOD my jaw was on the floor the whole fucking time and then went i went to pick it back up the fic slapped it out of my hand god this FIC.

Chan's 7 Step Method for Making Good Boys by JynxedOracle @jynxed13

Rated E. Creator chose not to use warnings. Summary:

After being assigned to train Kim by Korn, Chan decides to use the opportunity to work on Kim's disrespectful attitude. Luckily he's devised a 7 step method to make Kim a good boy, regardless of Kim's feelings on the matter.

i was present for this fic being written through discord messages and it was a religious experience. i reread it twice on discord and then a third time when it got put on ao3 and then like six times since then. if you have EVER considered the possibility of chankim you HAVE to read this fic

adrenaline by loveliuess @the-innefable-idiot

(+ associated series angsty and horny KimVegas au by popular demand)

Rated E. Graphic depictions of violence. Summary:

Tomorrow Kim would blame everything on the adrenaline rush.

hi um. this fic. this FIC. this entire series actually, because you HAVE to read the whole thing. "angsty and horny kimvegas" is 100% accurate and LORD HAVE MERCY. i read the first fic as like a little treat before i went to bed and then i stayed up til 3am to finish the rest of the series and then i cried and didnt sleep at all :) GO READ IT

a night worthy of 200kbaht by Anonymous

Rated E. Creator chose not to use archive warnings. Summary:

Tuition is due and his brother is running himself ragged with three jobs already after Uncle Thee's latest gambling debts, so Porchay does what he has to in order to take care of things himself; selling the only thing he has worth something. He just didn't expect the highest bidder to be so... classy, and lowkey impressive.

oh if you know me you know about my obsession with this fic. ive bonded with close friends over how much we love this fic. this fic drastically changed my life its SO FUCKING GOOD. im a kinnchay hoe all the way and this is just *chefs kiss*

Performance Review by iffervescent @iffervescent

Rated E. No archive warnings apply. Summary:

Big wants to be good. Chan wants him to earn it.

this! fucking! series!!! i dont think i need to sell anyone on how amazing iffervescent is but goddamnit im gonna do it anyway. i very very rarely read bigchan but when i read the rest of the series i was like oh my god i HAVE to read this one and i DID. NOT. REGRET IT.

[svcredveins]

Phew! What a very exciting weekend! Definitely a reason for a little part of my absence without any files done since I’ve been on the go and haven’t had the time to stop and listen to my little lady roar

Friday: a day trip to Halifax to see a Porsche dealership (nothing in NB)

Saturday: watched the Acura Grand Prix of Long Beach (Porsche Penske Motorsport #7 car in P3!)

Sunday: watched 6 hours of Imola (Porsche Penske Motorsport 2-3 podium finish!)

My little lady has been on the excited side this past weekend! It’s been a blast and I’m hoping to go back to Halifax in about two weeks time to see more of my beautiful Porsches. Can’t go back next week because that’s on the weekend of 24 hours of Nordschleife on the sim. I am so excited to run my first 24 hour race at my beloved Nordschleife! I love that track so much and I can never get enough of the endless thrill that track gives me in my Porsche 992 GT3 R!

By then as well, I might record her? I’m not 100% sure but I may not end up doing it since it’s a 24 hour race and I’ll be along side with my four other teammates for the race so we’ll always be chatting so it may pick up my voice and not focus on her. Not sure about how the stemoscope works but I’ll see when it comes tomorrow! Stay tuned 🫀

Haven’t even thought about doing a breath hold file! Goodness me, I’ll be doing that later today then! Haha

[shannendoherty-fans]

1993 - Shannen Doherty portrayed by Michael Comte for the November 1993 issue of Vanity Fair.

Brat on a Hot Tin Roof (Part 2)

Seeing the error of her ways, she moved home and landed the part of Brenda Walsh, the archetypal high-schooler at the center of Beverly Hills, 90210. The show wasn’t a sensation until its second season, and Shannen kept a fairly low social profile. Although it’s been denied, she allegedly had a brief affair with co-star Jason Priestley, who plays her twin brother, Brandon. Then she met Chris Foufas, the only ex-fiancé she still loves.

“She was going out with my best friend,’’ recalls Foufas, who lives in Chicago, where he owns and runs an upscale health club. When Shannen and her boyfriend started fighting, Foufas took her to dinner and they stayed together for a year and a half, a longevity record for Shannen. Foufas comes from a wealthy family ("I had a Porsche when I was 16,” he reports). His father is in the real-estate and casino businesses, and his family has houses in New York, Chicago, and Aspen. ‘‘Shannen wants to be with rich people,’’ says an ex-confidant. ‘She wants that life. Chris was part of that and she loved it.”

By all accounts, they were a good match. "She knew what I was thinking,”’ he says, ‘‘and I could calm her down when she’d get upset. I'd say, ‘Hold your breath. Count to three,' and that seemed to work. But then the show happened and she was one of the 10 sexiest girls in the world. All of a sudden, a big wave hit.”’

Foufas was smitten. One night, before they got into bed, he dropped to one knee and proposed. ‘‘She was sulking because I hadn’t asked her the night before,” he recalls. “‘So I put the ring box on the pillow next to her. She started freaking out when she saw the diamond, saying, ‘This is a big sucker.' ”’

Foufas began commuting between Chicago and Beverly Hills, where they rented a house together. 90210 was becoming huge, and Shannen was growing increasingly restless. Foufas started hearing stories: she was out all night at clubs like Roxbury; she was hanging out with a singer named Scott. When he confronted her, she was defensive. " 'I was considered ugly as a little kid,' ” Foufas remembers her saying. ‘‘ ‘And now I'm considered beautiful.’ She didn’t want to be engaged. She wanted to be out till four A.M. and see all the guys. But she didn’t want to lose me, either.”’

It all unraveled in June of 1992. Foufas was in Chicago and Shannen told him she wanted to throw a party for Scott and his band. He said, O.K., something small, like 10 people. But the next day, according to Foufas, the actress Lara Flynn Boyle called his younger brother and told him that she’d been at a huge bash at Shannen’s and that she was waltzing about with a guy, this singer, introducing him as her new boyfriend.

Foufas got on the next flight to L.A. He went straight to their house, which was trashed. Shannen wasn’t there. "When she came back, we sat down and had a conversation,” Foufas says. ‘‘All of a sudden, she charged at me and went to hit me. I pushed her away and she flew. She said, ‘You hit me! You hit me!' She called the police, but when they came, she said, ‘Forget it.’

“There was a change in her,”” Foufas says. ‘‘It was Shannen in charge now. She had fame. She had money. People kowtowed to her. And she liked it. A lot.”

That night, Foufas stayed at the Beverly Hills Hotel (‘I'm on a first-name basis there’’), but couldn’t sleep. There was an earthquake, and he became concerned about Shannen and their four dogs. He called the house, but there was no answer. He drove over, but she wasn’t home.

He didn’t reach her until the next day. ‘“‘She said she was at a girlfriend’s,”’ says Foufas, still sounding sad. ‘‘But she was at Scott’s. She was lying to me. And I was believing it because I loved the girl. There was lots of crying. I said I didn’t want to be with her unless it was going to be me and only me. She said she wanted that, too. And I believed her.”’

That night when she didn’t call, Foufas drove to the house, found the engagement ring, and took it back. ‘‘I was devastated,” he says. ‘‘I couldn’t sleep. I fell apart.”

Shannen didn’t go away quietly; she was furious. She called and called Foufas in Chicago, and in October 1992 she became particularly frantic. She had decided to get breast implants. ‘‘She was scared out of her guts,”’ Foufas recalls. "I tried to talk her out of it. I told her she had nice boobs. I said, ‘You just want to go to bars and say, 'Guys, look what I got!' ”

But he flew to L.A. anyway. He stayed for the operation and thought about getting back together with her, but realized Scott was still in the picture. ‘‘Look,’” he says, "I loved the girl. I can’t explain it exactly. She’s a great girl. She just has this side to her. She can do whatever she wants, fuck everyone else. She doesn’t really care.”’

He pauses. ‘‘She has all my stuff,” he says finally. ‘‘My big-screen TV. My glass refrigerator. My pinball machine. My bed. If you talk to her, tell her I want my stuff back. O.K.?”’

Is a sunny Saturday and Shannen is giving a tour of her new house. She is wearing loose navy palazzo pants, a sleeveless white linen shirt that keeps coming unbuttoned, and her omnipresent motorcycle boots. Her hair is pinned up in a loose bun. The look is half geisha, half biker. “Welcome to my home,’’ she says, standing in her gravel driveway.

She’s been unpacking—she moved in two days ago with her two dogs, a golden retriever named Sally and a black Lab named Penelope. “Yesterday, I just wanted to light it all on fire,’’ she says, clomping into the living room. "Or just throw everything out and start over. It’s the most hellish thing to move.”’

For hating it so much, she’s remarkably nomadic. In the last four years, she’s moved at least eight times. ‘‘I get very antsy,’’ she explains. ‘‘I don’t like to be in one place for too long. But I settle in each time. I do like a house to be a home.”

Her taste runs toward the Gothic: her large living room is filled with overstuffed velvet chairs and sofas. Enormous Art Nouveau posters are leaning against the walls, waiting to be hung. The glass coffee table is covered with flowers which Shannen ordered from the Four Seasons’ florist. She spent last night on the sofa because the mattress for her bed hasn’t arrived. ‘‘It’s a custom European square,’ she explains. ‘“You have to order it.”’

This furniture is expensive—the girl knows her antiques. ‘“What do you think of these?’’ she asks. ‘‘They’re neoclassic French,’ she continues, rubbing the frame of a chair. ‘‘I got them for nothing.”

She walks to the kitchen and opens the refrigerator. The contents are: a bottle of Evian, a carton of milk, one Heineken beer, and a bottle of Cristal champagne. “I"d offer you some food,” she says, “but I don’t think I have any.’’ There is kitchen stuff everywhere waiting to be unpacked and, for some reason, Madonna’s book, Sex, still in its Mylar wrapper, perched on the counter. ‘‘I never even read it,” Shannen says, looking overwhelmed by the mess. ‘‘I hate moving.”’

She goes over to the couch and stares through the sliding glass window at her pool. “‘I am happy in this house,”’ she decides, sitting down. ‘““And I'm very much now into making myself happy, before I can make everybody else happy.’��

This is the new Shannen, the post-Dean, stay-at-home, centered Shannen. In other words, Shannen circa Judd Nelson. “‘Judd’s the most intelligent man you could ever encounter,’ she says. “There’s so much to learn from him." (However, Shannen didn’t last long with Judd—in late September, she married 19-year-old Ashley Hamilton, son of the perpetually tan George. The happy couple had known each other only three weeks.)

And yet, and yet… Dean Factor is still on her mind. ‘‘He’s a menace to women,’’ she states emphatically. ‘‘He breaks down everything that women have worked hard for. To be treated as equals. When a man hits you, you're not an equal. Obviously.” Shannen is excited now. ‘“You know, this goes back to this whole thing of trying to put the blame on me. Why did he hit me? He hit me because I drove him to that point. I infuriated him. I made him angry. Well, why did I make him angry? Because he would try and push my buttons and I wouldn’t necessarily have the reaction he thought I would have.”’

The Dean-Shannen cataclysm is an extreme case of he said/she said. Clearly, their relationship was volatile from the jump. ‘‘She would insult him in public," says one Factor friend. ‘‘She was rude and hostile. I remember him once throwing her in the pool and saying, ‘You need to cool off.' ” “‘I believe Dean,” says Chris Foufas. ‘‘She probably did it. He probably deserved it.”’

They met, through friends, in 1990. Factor is related to the Max Factor family, the cosmetic-company millionaires, and he is a fixture in L.A. hot spots. Dean and his brother Davis, a photographer, own and run SmashBox, the most successful photo studio in Los Angeles. Dean and Shannen went out briefly. She felt he was leading her on. ‘‘Then he broke up with me,”’ she recalls. “That should have tipped me off to the type of person he was, but it didn’t.”

They met up again, and, as often happens with Shannen, it became very serious very quickly. She claims the mental abuse began soon afterward. ‘‘I was incredibly insecure,’’ she says. ‘‘He made me believe I was unattractive, that nobody else would be with me. And I believed all the bad things about myself he accused me of being. I was extremely lost. I'd never been in something this abusive.”’ (Factor suggests nothing anyone said could have made Shannen more insecure than she already was.)

And then there were the physical battles. The incident Shannen refers to most involves a time when she and Dean were driving in her Mercedes. He felt she was driving too fast and punched her. ‘‘Was I driving too fast?”’ she asks now. "No. Do I always drive a little fast? Yes. It’s probably why I've had my license suspended a few times. Does he know that? Yes. But do you punch somebody, not in the arm, but do you punch them full on, as hard as you possibly can, in the breast, to make them stop the car? No. And when they get out of the car, do you slap them in the face? No, you don’t do that. But that is what he did to me.”’

The final blow came in Hawaii. ‘‘Do you go to Hawaii with your girlfriend, tell her she’s no better than any of your ex-girlfriends, and then, when she tries to leave, slap her in the face, throw her down on the ground so she has a huge cut on her eye, and then take her by the hair and drag her across the rug so she has a huge bruise on her knee? I have a scar on my knee that will never go away.” She lifts up her pant leg to show her knee. “See?” she says, pointing to a faint mark. "That will never go away.”

The day before the alleged incident in Hawaii, Shannen had accepted Factor’s proposal of marriage. ‘‘It was very romantic,” she explains, as if this all makes sense. ‘‘But when I said ‘Yes,’ I knew I would never marry this person."

But she wore his ring, another large diamond. And she told people—her parents, her friend Tori Spelling—that she and Dean were officially engaged. A week later, she met Judd Nelson on the set of Blindfold, and they started an affair and Dean became a problem.

‘‘At the beginning of Blindfold,” she says, ‘‘there was no love for this person anymore. The only thing left was, really, fear. Fear and hate. And he started getting jealous that the film was taking up so much of my time. Dean repeatedly hid my keys from me so I would be late. He would lock himself in the bathroom, where my script was and my keys were, so I would be late for work. That’s when it really hit me, when it started affecting my career. I thought, That is wrong.” (Factor admits locking himself in the bathroom once, because he was "weary of the verbal assaults.’”)

The next big incident occurred after she moved into the Four Seasons. She went back to their house to pack up some of her stuff, and things got heated. She claims he closed a car door on her legs and she went nuts. "I snapped,” she recalls, admitting to her only act of nonvictim behavior. “‘In self-defense, I slapped him back and I kicked him in the leg. And that’s about all I did. But he wouldn’t let me go. And if somebody has both your arms and they’re hitting you, it’s like, well, what can you do? You can kick them. And you can try and hit them. And then you can try and run. The minute he released me, I did not hang around to beat him up. I jumped in my car and left. But no, no. I never tried to run over Dean, which is what he says. I am not a psychotic person.”’

Factor had large bruises on his legs and arms (which the police later photographed), and he says he was terrified. Afraid enough to file for a restraining order against Shannen. She found out about the order when she got back from Dallas, where she had gone for a few days with Judd. That trip itself was not without incident: Nelson was accused of "kicking a woman in the head’’ while he and Shannen were dining in a local restaurant. According to the newspaper account, Judd, who claims the kick was accidental, was enraged by the woman’s remarks regarding his floundering career.

When they returned, Shannen was horrified: the restraining order meant she couldn’t get her clothes, her furniture, anything in the house. ‘‘It went from me being the victim to me being the accused," she says, still outraged.

Lawyers were hired all around and statements were taken. Oddly enough, Shannen’s seem to have disappeared. “‘Somehow all that paperwork got mixed up,”’ she says. ‘‘My statement was never really put on the record. Even though I made it. And even though I signed it. Nothing was ever done with it.”’ She pauses, adopting her favorite pose, the embattled young star. ‘‘It comes down to a thing about a young actress who’s had a little bad press,” she says. ‘“They try and make an example of you. You know?’

She looks around her living room. "But I did get everything back,’’ she says, surveying her possessions. ‘‘His home is now completely empty. . . . Do you understand how trashed this place is going to get when I really unpack? It’s going to be completely mad. My mom is coming over, thank God, to clean. She’s brilliant at it. And she loves doing it. When Dean and I moved in together, Dean and I…” Her voice trails off. ‘‘I’ve got to stop doing that. I mean, enough.”

Dean Factor and his lawyer, Edwin Lasman, of Fowler & Lasman, are sitting in the conference room at the firm’s 19th-floor office in Century City. Factor is wearing jeans and a T-shirt, and he is very tan. He is remarkably calm considering Shannen’s accusations of mental and physical abuse. ‘‘Dean is a big sweet guy,’’ says a friend. ‘‘He’s as dangerous as a pat of butter.”

Factor stands by his story—that she pulled a gun on him, that she tried to run him over with the car, that he struck her only in self-defense, and the rest. He does, however, want to explain why he stayed with her, why he wanted to marry her. “‘It’s perplexing,’’ he admits. “‘After the gun incident, she called my mother on the phone. She said she was so sorry, that she wanted to seek therapy. And I asked her, a few days later, when she was going to see the therapist, and she said she wasn’t. She said, ‘I lied.’ But then she’d be really sweet and everything was fine. Then something would just snap.”’

Shannen denies that she apologized for the gun incident, which she claims never happened. She also maintains that she never said she’d seek therapy.

“I’m a very understanding person,’’ Factor continues. ‘‘And Shannen’s not that bad. I don’t think. Inside. I just think there’s a lot of external factors. . . .Let’s say I had rejected her and hurt her until she was going crazy. You know? But I don’t think it’s a malicious kind of thing.”’

And yet he did file a complaint, and he claims to still be scared. "I'm afraid I'll come home and Shannen will be in the driveway. And who knows what will happen?" He pauses. "I'd really just like to move on with my life. I don’t really understand any of this. It just. . . unraveled."

(Part 1 – Part 3)

[shadowredfeline]

Four in One Post

For my Filipino Friend’s On this Day Posts

Part 1

I bet Spot and Cude would wear a Federation uniform together if Both like to be part of the Federation.

Shadow R 😺🗡️: Spot, Cude. Since you both are part of the Cuteness Defenders Federation, and as part of your team, we’ll hope our defenders and federations work together and unite and peace to our friends and people. 🫡

Part 2

Looks like Munchy Beaver has the Mech to chop the wood and help Peanut Otter at the same time when saving their homes together. Just like Pinch Raccoon and Jelly Otter would both do and maybe the four can work together to save Lake Hoohaw.

Part 3

Tory 😺🩰: Riya. It is really nice of you telling us a true Impreza Story. Ever since your brother got to drive an Impreza too before you stuck with driving a Porsche and an Audi. Maybe you and your brother can race my brother. Not only does he drive a Ford Shelby GT, but in Maximum Tune, he drives a Toyota Supra. Since my mom and my brother always like to drive a Toyota.

And finally, a Response to my Filipino friend and while discussing our A-Pal’s On this Day Post and mine too.

Me 🇺🇸: Hey, I understand if this game isn’t your cup of tea, even when it comes to RPG titles, but I’m sure we’ll do these stories and titles together like playing along with the story. And yes, it can be a swell idea to have Mayu, Cude, Murukir and Popikir to tag along with Shadow. Especially if they want to save Star spirits or with the Thousand Year door and stop the Origami King and tossing confetti together, even Lisa can tag along like if we need six people to help out together.

Shadow R😺🗡️: Great idea, Creator! I would love to have you four tag along with me and Lisa. Plus Porsche and Jenny love doing stuff with Murukir and Popikir a lot. Especially when Loopy and Kukurin have other things they can do.

Me 🇺🇸: Yup. And if Spot and Riya have a custom race track, it would be fun to have Shadow and Tory race with them.

Tory 😺🩰: I bet go kart racing can be fun. Besides having Maxwell and his friends having and ultimate summer activities together. And maybe when Shadow goes on a vacation with mom and Lisa, I bet it’ll be fun for us to do something together, after I finish up my ballet work of course.

[charlenasaxen]

Favorite Quotes - The Final Gambit pt. 2

Every few minutes, I brushed against Jameson or Grayson, or one of them brushed against me.

“I have never asked for anything from you.”

It was palpable in his voice: the many, many things he had never asked for.

my head of security answered the door with his gun drawn.

“Hello to you, too,” Thea said dryly.

“As you wish.” He picked the puppy up and snuggled her to his chest. “We shall call you Tiramisu,” he declared

The closer I got to the year mark, the harder Alisa pushed, and the closer she and her firm got to losing the reins

“Let’s look at the positives here,” Xander suggested. “I look dashing in that photo.”

“It would take connections.”

I looked up to the stairs—and Grayson

stopped short of looking at me. He was wearing all black, but not a suit.

Xander held Tiramisu up to his face and spoke in the puppy’s voice. “Don’t worry. The fire was very small.”

Divide and conquer wasn’t a Hawthorne family motto, but it might as well have been.

Somehow, that sounded more threatening than any words I’d ever heard this man speak. “Look up.”

Nan scoffed. “Do you know how many enemies this family has made since then?”

Nan took my hand and held it tight. The expression on her face grew tender. “You’re the one playing the piano now, girl. Men like Vincent Blake—they’ll break every one of those fingers of yours if you let them.”

“I’m going after her.” Grayson viciously cuffed his sleeves, like he was preparing for a fight.

“Grayson, stop,” I said urgently. “Think.”

As Jameson finished whispering furiously in his ear, Grayson stood very still

parted with two and only two words. “I waive.”

walls were made entirely out of gemstone slabs—a shining, metallic black. “Obsidian,” Jameson told me. “And agate crystal.”

The ceiling overhead glimmered in a rainbow of colors—more gems.

“I jumped from dangerously high up, the way she did. Nothing happened the first time. Or the second. But the third…”

“Because Gray is going to keep jumping until it hurts. He’s always been the solid one, Heiress.

And now, he’s lost his mooring, and I have to be the strong one.”

“Take me with you,”

Frustrated, I swept my hand over one of the diamonds, wiping it away.

Click.

and it wasn’t like Oren would have let Jameson and Grayson run off alone.

“Behold!” boomed a voice from the other side of Oren. “The heroes ride into battle! Avery will be liberated!”

Xander, Thea, and Rebecca incoming. Xander was holding an enormous metal shield that looked like it had been lifted straight off the arm of a medieval knight.

Or know someone who knows someone who knows—”

Thea placed a hand helpfully over Xander’s mouth.

He smiled a very Xander Hawthorne smile, then let his bravado falter. “But before we go, group hug?”

I’ve dismantled four and a half Porsches past the point of no return in the last two years. But in my defense, they had it coming, and I needed the parts.”

Then why weren’t you there? I thought with a ferocity that stole my breath. My own father had been mostly absent, but this was Xander

I couldn’t bear the idea of him getting hurt.

“Do you want me to go?” Xander asked Isaiah hesitantly

Not because the old man had been unhappy about his youngest grandson’s conception but because he’d refused to share him.

“So you just gave up on your son?” Rebecca asked Isaiah sharply.

“They faked the DNA test.”

“I couldn’t prove it,” Isaiah told him. “I couldn’t get near you.”

about Jameson’s hunger and Grayson’s punishing perfection, both of them competing for approval that was always just out of reach

You’re saying that you wanted me? The question echoed all around us.

Isaiah responded: “Still do.”

Xander bolted.

I looked up at Isaiah Alexander. Your son is amazing, I thought. You can’t ever hurt him.

Xander shook his head. “I have so many regrets.”

“You literally just picked up another doughnut,” I pointed out.

“But I tend to think they should have catapults.”

Xander nodded, like that was an acceptable answer.

horrified and entranced. “Witness the betrayal,” I echoed, “and wonder why his father let some nobody from nowhere get away with screwing him out of millions?”

You’re the one who locked me in the world’s most bejeweled escape room!”

Mrs. Laughlin pinned me with a look that had probably been used on generations of Hawthorne children

to say his brother’s name a third time. “Avery found out something that you need to know. Outside, Gray. Now.”

but Grayson caught my hand. He gave me a look like a shard of ice. “What are you doing, Avery?”

I asked Mrs. Laughlin softly. “Your daughter and Toby. You were trying to protect them from Vincent Blake.”

“You know why I wear it. You know, Grayson.”

“Don’t trust anyone,” I said, my tone a match for hers.

The one who didn’t have to dirty his hands to put an adversary in their place.

Am I the enemy again, Gray?

“Did you hear a word I said in there?” I asked, my heart breaking

I felt like he’d just thrown ice-cold water in my face. Like he’d hit me.

And then I watched Grayson Hawthorne walk away.

I could hear Grayson telling me that I had an expressive face, telling Jameson that I was one of them. I could feel Grayson correcting my grip on a longsword, see him catching my Hawthorne pin.

“I also know that Gray’s the better man. He always has been. The better son, the better grandson, the better Hawthorne.

“You’re honorable, Avery Kylie Grambs. Once you were with me, you were with me. You love me, scars and all. I know that, Heiress. I do.”

I thought about our fight. “Better is being my friend and my partner and realizing that you don’t get to make decisions for me

“have always made me bold. You’re the one who pushes me out of my comfort zone. You don’t get to box me back in now.”

“It’s times like this, Heiress, that I wish I’d fallen in love with a girl who wasn’t quite so good at bluffing.”

I wondered if he could hear my anger—and every ounce of emotion buried underneath

I want to know what happened to my son. And I want you, Avery Kylie Grambs, to dig up the past and bring me his body.”

She’d been looking for answers, for proof. For a body, I thought. Or more realistically at this point, for bones.

The old coot threatened to build me a mausoleum instead.

What if that hadn’t been a threat? What if Tobias Hawthorne had just decided it was too obvious?

Where would a man like Tobias Hawthorne hide a body?

the delicately carved pews, the elaborate stained-glass windows, an altar made of pure white marble

“So we fix our eyes not on what is seen, but on what is unseen, since what is seen is temporary, but what is unseen is eternal.”

I knew what this inscription meant—not in a biblical sense, but to Tobias Hawthorne.

would there have been anything left but bones? I didn’t smell death. Stretching to reach in and move the shroud

“And honestly, Avery, how do you think Gray will feel if Oren shoots me? What do you think will happen if that beautiful, broken boy walks in

“She admitted that Liam didn’t leave. I believe her exact words were There was so much blood.”

I thought of Toby telling me that he had two daughters.

“Give me the USB,” Eve said again, her eyes still blazing

you won’t ever have to see me again, Avery. I’ll earn my seal, and you can have this place and those boys all to yourself. Win-win.”

Grayson stood there, backlit, his eyes locked on Oren, who was still restraining Eve.

“Let her go,” Grayson ordered.

“I can’t let you have this,” Grayson said softly.

“Grayson—” Eve and I said his name in unison.

“I heard.”

He owed you better, and you and your family owe Avery nothing.”

Grayson’s eyes met mine. “I owe her more than she realizes.”

A dam broke inside me, and all of the hurt I hadn’t let myself feel came flooding out, and with it, everything else I felt—and had ever felt—for Grayson Hawthorne.

Grayson took a breath. “You’re a big girl,” he told Eve. “You make your own choices.

Grayson arched an eyebrow at her. “Not without a second drive.”

A second drive.

something in her voice that made me think she believed it.

Grayson didn’t blink. “Not anymore.”

“He’ll keep coming—and sooner or later, all of you will wish to God that this had ended with me.”

“I owe you an apology.”

I met Grayson Hawthorne’s eyes, as light and piercing as they’d been the first time I saw him.

it hurt to let myself think about how much I’d expected from him.

“Yes. I do.”

Grayson looked away. “I,” he said, like that one word cost him everything, “have been punishing myself for so long

He cut off, like his windpipe had closed suddenly around the words. I watched as he forced a jagged breath into his lungs.

The old man was always there, pushing for better, for more.”

I’d thought once that he had bulletproof confidence.

And then… there was you.”

“Grayson.” His name caught in my throat.

Grayson just looked at me, his light eyes shadowed.

than I will ever be capable of loving anyone real.”

That was a confession and self-condemnation and a curse. “That’s not true, Grayson.”

like the act of doing so was painful and sweet. “It was never just the idea of you, Avery.”

“But not you.” The words were just as sweet, just as painful. “Never you.”

Something gave inside me. “Grayson.”

“I know,” he said roughly

Grayson looked at me the way you look at art in a glass case, like he wanted to reach out to touch me but couldn’t.

He paused. “Tell me you’re not.”

I couldn’t do that. He knew I couldn’t. “I am in love with your brother,”

I’d changed. If I hadn’t, maybe things could have been different, but there was no going back.

I was who I was because of Jameson.

He looked at me one last time. “There are so many things that I will never say.”

He was getting ready to walk away, and I had to let him—but I couldn’t. “Promise me you won’t leave again,”

but I took mine off and pinned it on him anyway.

She is one of us. Well, it goes both ways, Gray.”

“Scio,” Grayson told me. I know.

Grayson closed his eyes, and I was hit with the feeling that I would never forget the way he looked standing there in the light from the stained-glass windows. Without his armor. Without pretense. Raw.

But he was omnipresent in this place. Hawthorne House bore his mark. Every room. Every detail.

The boys bore it, too.

“All great lives should have at least one grand mystery, Avery. I won’t apologize for being yours.”

a mystery befitting Hawthornes, the puzzle of a lifetime? To bring them back together through you? Yes.”

take as your consolation this, my very risky gamble

You may be tested by the flames, but you need not burn

Hate me if you must. Let your anger light a fire that the world will never extinguish.

it has been the joy and honor of my life to make you better men than I will ever be.

“On your marks, boys,” Tobias Hawthorne said on the recording. “Get set. Go.”

I guarantee that he’d be the one manipulating you.

This family—we destroy everything we touch.

You’re not a player, kid. You’re the glass ballerina—or the knife.

“And right now, Alisa and her firm have a lot to lose if I don’t agree to a trust.”

Grayson swore with a powerful intensity I hadn’t seen from him in months. “We’ll destroy him.”

“Find a body—or what’s left of one after forty years.”

Nash’s eyes narrowed. “This had better be one hell of an explanation.”

to Jameson and… Grayson wasn’t there. I wasn’t sure when we’d lost him

left a series of hidden messages for the old man, and went on a self-destructive tear across the country that ended in the fire on Hawthorne Island.”

if Toby hadn’t been broken by the horrific secrets he carried.

The real Hawthorne legacy.

“You made me hungry,” I told Jameson, “for everything. I want the world now.”

His thumb lightly skimmed my lips. And I said the two words guaranteed to take that spark in his eyes and set it on fire.

“Dig here.”

Jameson let his hand fall to his side, until I was the only one holding the torch. Slowly, I walked the perimeter of the room.

I was never a Hawthorne.

I will never be a Blake.

So what does that make me?

my heart contracted. Complicit.

“But you have her mind, Rebecca. She was brilliant. Is still.” He choked on the next words. “My little girl.”

“That’s how this works. We’ve all done our share of forgetting.”

I pictured Tobias Hawthorne standing there and watching a man die. Letting him die.

“And afterward?” Xander said, uncharacteristically muted.

“I never asked,” Mr. Laughlin said stiffly. “And Mr. Hawthorne never told me.”

“But if Vincent Blake asks what happened, you protect your mother. You tell him that it was me.”

“Grayson?” I repeated, my heart seizing in my chest.

“He’s the reason Blake let me go. A trade.”

Grayson Hawthorne and his grand gestures. Frustration, fear, and something almost painfully tender threatened to bring tears to my eyes.

“Blake still has the upper hand.”

He had Grayson. There was a terrifying symmetry to that.

“No,” I replied, staring her down. “You have no idea what I’m doing. There’s a difference.”

But the truth is that Tobias Hawthorne’s fortune will be in my hands very soon.”

whether you still want to have a job when that happens.”

My voice hitched. “That was all you.”

Oren gave me the briefest of smiles. “What’s the plan, boss?”

they were crashing into Nash in a truly impressive synchronized flying tackle.

Xander began serenading him with a brotherly limerick

And I was here now to pay my respects to the deceased’s family, on behalf of myself and the remaining Hawthornes

“Win both of your matches,” Blake finished silkily, “and I’ll give you all five.”

“Win at least one game,” Blake continued, “and I’ll release Grayson Hawthorne to you

the second I moved my first pawn, it was like no time had passed at all. Harry and I were right back in the park.

“Your move, princess.”

I knew the exact moment that Toby saw the trap I had laid. “Horrible girl,” he whispered...the tenderness in his eyes when he said it almost took me down.

His move. Mine. His move. Mine.

as the realization of what that meant fell over me, my insides twisted.

Toby had lost both matches. He was Blake’s.

Toby reached out to cup my face. “I see so much of your mother in you.”

That felt far too much like good-bye.

“Avery.” Grayson’s blue-gray eyes—his irises icy and light against the inky black

I pulled him close and spoke directly into his ear. “I told you, Grayson, we’re family.”

With tens of thousands of diamonds glittering between us, we faced off

“Do you have any idea how risky this is?” Alisa asked me.

“It always has been,”

This was his very risky gamble—and mine.

After two, he realized I had him trapped. He stood, tipping his king conceding the match. White gold clattered as the piece hit the jewel-encrusted board, the black-diamond king glittering in the sun

I promise I won’t slowly and strategically destroy you wasn’t a legally enforceable term

“for once in my life, to prove to someone that I was good enough.” Her eyes betrayed her, going to Grayson, but he didn’t turn around

“What you did back there with Blake was very risky,” Toby told me—half censure, half praise.

I shrugged. “You’re the one who chose my name.”

I knew that this had never been about me. But unlike Toby, I had no regrets. I would have done it—all of it—all over again.

When he spoke again, it was from the driver’s seat. “And Texas really isn’t that big—especially at the top.”

“I made you something, horrible girl.”

The endearment nearly undid me.

about the decades and tragedies and small moments that had led all of us to right now.

“Watch out for her,” Toby told Grayson. “Take care of each other.”

Grayson saw his brother standing there, and he answered on behalf of both of them. “We will.”

The knight returns with the damsel in distress,” Jameson declared. He glanced toward Grayson. “You’re the damsel.”

The color was unbearably rich, darker than a ruby but just as luminescent. Golden thread and delicate jewels combined

he asked, an appropriate amount of suspicion in his tone.

I smiled. “Guess.”

holding what appeared to be a melted water gun. “Jamie and Gray have joined forces. Xander has a blowtorch. This is never good.”

“Remember,” she told me, her eyes dancing, “there’s no such thing as fighting dirty if you win.”

I turned my water gun on Nash right as she creamed him with a water balloon.

This was it.

This was the night.

This was everything.

This was us.

I felt someone else watching me. Grayson was wearing a silver tuxedo with sharp, angular lines

he strode over to me, his expression assessing. “You have a plan,” he commented, his voice low and smooth and sure.

“I’m glad,” Grayson told me, the words slow and deliberate, “that it was you.”

I have a lead on where we can get a reasonably priced two-story-tall teeter-totter.”

as Grayson let the puppy lick his nose and challenged his brothers to a round of hold-the-puppy pinball

“Gen H verity,” I said.

Jameson arched a brow. “As in generational truth for people far older than us?”

“It’s your anagram,” I told him, “for everything.”

he continued to produce it, seemingly out of nowhere

“Happy new life,” Jameson corrected. He kissed me like it was New Year’s Eve, and I savored it

“And I have,” I said. Built-in shelves lined the Nook’s walls. Every place I went, I found a keepsake

Others… well, maybe you’ll find yourself on the receiving end of the world’s most exclusive invitation.”

“The game,” I said, my voice ripe with promise, “starts right now.”

[ae-azile]

Hey, for that ask fic game, I would like to know number 9 Were there any alternate versions of this fic? And for your amazing fic Progression.

I don't know about alternate versions, but when it comes to my fics in the KP fandom, I tend to gravitate towards certain headcanons or storyline facets that my other fics will sometimes feature. For instance, in the Giant Dancing Hedgehogs are Nightmare Fuel, I introduced Vegas having a deaf grandmother (Fern, who is a bigger character in the sequel) and used that as a way to "unlock" Namphueng's signing abilities since she had deaf parents. While Progression mentions Vegas having a deaf grandmother in passing, the minor family is off doing their own thing and aren't really a part of Progression. Kim picks up on Namphueng's ability to understand sign both in this and in Lay Me Down to Sleep (although LMDTS is a lot closer to the GDHANF universe than Progression is with Porsche and Chay having a long lost sister named Aree and moms being brought back from the dead).

Progression is definitely a WIP, but it takes on a more serious tone than my other longer works since they have a crack element that Progression lacks. When it came to planning it out though, I originally planned for Progression to be four chapters and then realized around chapter 2 that there was so much story left to tell - fortunately and unfortunately 😂. So an alternate version would have been a more rushed and introspective piece rather than a slow burn that incorporates Korn's manipulation, Namphueng, and the brothers becoming increasingly closer. Well, the brothers would get closer, but it wouldn't be as covered in the actual text. Now, I am creating big storms to trap KimChay in a villa so they can have a mini-vacation before developing other plotlines.

In short (literally), the alternate version would have been the first three chapters, then Kim and Chay getting closer and sleeping together before talking everything out after a misunderstanding. Porsche would stay mostly in the dark and just be grateful that his brother is more present, happy, and with someone encouraging him back onto the right track. Tankhun's secret relationship with Arm would have stayed implied, and Kinn and Arm would stay quiet on their own knowledge about KimChay.

So I'm glad it developed, even though I partially resent that it did because it means more work lol. But I love writing it and I love that I can write a serious fic but still provide moments of levity - mainly through Porsche being a gushing shipper dying for a KimChay endgame.

[ryo-hirakawa]

thoughts on fe berlin round 1:

stoff got a good start and then...didnt??

HOW IS TICKTUM LEADING

"home speed home" is so cute i love the porsche halos so much you have no idea

ok if seb and sam get to save energy i will allow this

attack mode on LAP 3???

TAKE IT AGAIN STRAIGHT AWAY???

what da hell. why is everyone keen on getting rid of their attacks except jake dennis.

i mean ik its bc they dont want to be leading which is. ok fair. but for the entire strat to be built around it is kind of concerning? didn't we have leader chicken in brazil too

maseratis BEHAVE we don't get the points often!!

BE FOR REAL???

max has been voodooed for sure

NICK WAKE UP

SAM YOU'VE ALREADY USED YOUR ATTACKS WYD

can everyone be serious for a minute. 😐

they should've meatball flagged sergio

EDO IS LEADING?? FROM 11TH???

sam has also been voodooed for sure

im kind of glad the tv chose to broadcast superbikes over this bc girl i would have been embarrassed making my parents watch this chaos

edo low on energy we r finished i fear

im also low on energy...falling asleep

MITCH IS LEADING?? idek where he started 😭😭 and he still has both attacks like the bottom half of the field this can't be real

JEANDRE SPIN???

the pack was so fucking close it was bound to happen ngl

THE MASERATIS ARE BOTH IN THE TOP 5??? doubt it will last but still. wild.

pascal is in 8th from like p last of the actual driveable cars

maserati boys top 2 overtakers is slay

WHAT THE FUCK. FOUR OF YALL???

stoffel and ticktum sure are having a conversation. poor norman and jake hughes

NICK IN THE PITS??? i wished too much for a nick championship run and now i got this

i am still falling asleep btw

wait actually how is antonio p5 from starting even more p last of the drivable cars than pascal

jake dennis saying maserati is ruining his race they're your rivals that's part of the job?

HELP?????

bro he launched himself

comms saying dennis the menance is so odd bc i normally hear it in a playful way when referring to dennis hauger lol

poor antonio...all that for this shit

pascal kind of goated for staying out of trouble in a race like this ngl

8 different race leaders 😵‍💫 23 lead changes

3 extra laps doesn't feel that bad tbh i thought it would be worse for some reason

THAT END??? WHAT

MAX GOT SEB AT THE LINE OMG there was a collision i hope stewards let them both off lol

HOW DID NICK CLAW BACK?? GOAT??

obsessed with the jag garage cam they all went CRAZY

glad for mitch but oh my god that could have been sams...if not for the false attack mode moment idk

audible "go away from the car" from the scrutineer as jack commentates is so funny

sam can bench press a kiwi! a small kiwi

jack distracting them and so they all drove into the pitlane and now they have to walk to the other side 😭😭