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reidingandallthat · 3 months ago

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what's in a name?

a last late night conversation, where you confront lauren and start questioning if that's even her real name.

emily prentiss x reader words: 1.8k genre: angst cw: set in when emily was undercover as lauren, reader's role isn't mentioned, feel free to assume. lyric prompt: I will not ask you where you came from, I will not ask and neither should you. honey just put your sweet lips on my lips, we should just kiss like real people do.

a/n: my submission for my beloved @mggslover 's event, lovers1kevent, again congratulations lovely. tried something different so im terrified. ill just hide out after i post don't hmu kekfjrlfk. idk if the stove and fire thingy worked out as I wanted but oh well.

Nightfall fell like a blanket around the cold winter, three steps into the kitchen with just a lamp on. Dim lights remind you of the same moment just a few months ago, hurried hands roaming through kitchen drawers, hoping for just one clue.

You take a knife, an untoasted piece of bread laid out on a plate, not much patience to turn on the stove so you spread out jam over it. Cold to touch, just like she was before the calamity.

The thought was scary, not very surprising, but you had your suspicions. You only hoped for them to not be true.

A clutter shakes you awake, looking around for any intruder or perhaps Declan, maybe he had a nightmare. The sound was brief as if the intruder had only realised the sound they made but you had heard it.

Slow and tentative footsteps, careful to never make a sound, you try to decipher the direction of the sound. It's hard, now that it's so quiet.

But then you hear it again, the scraping of a drawer. So you take the knife left on the kitchen counter, yielded in front of you as a warning.

Just three more steps till you find out who's here but something stops you. You only see a glance of it, but it's all too recognisable. It's her.

Her expressions are calm but her hands tell a different story. She doesn't dare look up, her eyes glued to the file she's holding open, determined to look at every word on the paper.

“She must have stayed over,” You think as you see Lauren hurriedly turning over pages.

Her looking through anything in the house isn't that much strange to you, but it's the middle of the night and her breath quickens at every second that passes. You know there is nothing normal about this.

But you rest your weapon anyway, making sure to make a sound so she can hear you coming. And as you anticipated, her body reacted instantly, the file being closed and hidden, her hands busying themselves with the water bottle on the table.

You slowly walk in, suspicion clouding your face. You don't know yet, but she can tell. She can pick out everything you want to say just by seeing your face, but you don't know that, yet.

“Hi.” You say,

“Hey,” she chuckles, “I was just making a sandwich, do you want one?” she asks, a smile betraying her narrow escape, and perhaps even the objective of her arrival, but she doesn't know that yet.

The red color of the jam stares back at you in fluorescent lighting, eyes strained from being open for too long.

You're not even hungry anymore.

You can sense her now, a presence too heavy to ignore. You haven't looked up in a few minutes but you could feel her staring at you, brown eyes too enticing to ever look into.

“You should eat,” she says.

Your eyes close heedlessly, a sharp stab of pain you desperately hoped you never felt, but it was common nature now. You look up and force a smile, not caring much to make it look natural, she can always tell anyway. Another thing that haunts you most days.

It's very hard to hide from her, but you can never find her, always looking at a distance, never too close or too far.

You’ve told her it's unfair, she only laughs. Cruel.

“I’m not hungry anymore.”

She smiles, amused, endeared. Cruel.

“So you were sleep cooking?”

You're grateful she can't see you smiling, you don't want to give her the satisfaction. So, so cruel of you.

“Don't make me laugh.”

“Is that a crime now?”

The garden was more beautiful to you at night, the smell of jasmine was much more prominent but you had to stay away, if you got too close it made you dizzy.

You hear a sound, but instead of panic a warmth causes goosebumps all over your body.

You know how you can tell someone's footsteps apart?

Hers are unmistakable to you, you're positive you can tell her breathing apart from a crowd of thousands. But that's not appropriate to say out loud.

You learned that pretty quick, nothing was to be said out loud, it made it too real. You can't really tell why she comes every time you call, or why you oblige to her insistences, but you do anyway. Why would she kiss you senseless then laugh and tease, why would she let you roll your eyes at her? Why was it fine by you to sleep next to her when no one was home, why did you let everything happen even if it killed you, little by little?

You’d asked her once, her fingers tracing meaningless patterns on your face, running a line up and down your nose.

“Memory of a goldfish. Do you know how long that is?” She asks.

“A few seconds.” You answer.

“You think we can be goldfish?”

You laugh, it's music to her ears.

“Strange way of foreplay, but sure.”

She laughs, it's music to your ears.

“Schadenfreude,” You say as you assemble another piece of bread with the jam covering only one side of it.

You turn on the stove, I don't want to eat it cold justifying your actions but you know it's not accurate. Excuses, excuses.

It's because she's talking to you, and a sick need to hear it again and again and again until it grates your ears but that moment never comes. Somehow you're always looking for reasons to extend the time, finding excuses to turn on the stove.

“Taking pleasure in other's misfortune.” She explains and you roll your eyes, of course she knows.

“Mhm. Good job.” You bite into a separate piece of bread as you wait for the pan to warm.

“Why is that relevant right now?”

“You're a classic example.”

Her eyebrows crinkle in offense and you want to laugh but it only pesters your heart, a rope tightening around your neck.

“I don't take pleasure in anybody's pain,” She clutches her heart, mock pain, and it's a joke for her, but it's three in the morning. And you're tired.

“You take pleasure in my pain,” an emphasis on the word ‘my’.

Her eyes turn knowing, pitiful and sorry and you hate it. You hate that she has the upper hand, that she can tell you're a desperate, pathetic mess.

“I don't take pleasure in your pain, honey-”

“Don't you fucking honey me.”

You think you can hear your heart beating, you can feel it in your neck, as if it will jump out any minute. The light sound of the clock ticking fills the silence. The pan is too warm now, so you turn down the heat. You don't want to burn your sandwich.

She knows not to push, it's a known routine now. It stays silent until you take another piece of bread when she speaks again, just like clockwork, memory of a goldfish.

“Why did you turn on the stove if you were just going to eat them like this anyway?”

“I have free will, go away.”

“Just warm them you already have the stove-”

“Don’t tell me what to do.”

“Okay, what's going on? Why are you being so dismissive?”

“Because I can-”

“Y/n.”

You only look at her, it's too hard to string together sentences anymore. This is one of the few select times you're grateful she can read you like a book. She knows what this is about.

“What's your name, Lauren?”

It's only the second time you've asked that question. The first time the consequences felt too real. Her eyes hold betrayal, anger and every other thing you can think of.

She should have been confused, dumbfounded when you asked her the first, she should have brushed you off. But she was angry, the biggest mistake on her part.

“What are you asking me??”

“Your name isn't Lauren.”

“How would you know?”

“Because you don't answer me when I call you Lauren, it's someone else. It's not the same person who responds when I call her honey, sweetheart, angel, just anything else.”

It felt like a dare, who could win the argument, who would say the harshest words, ask the hardest questions.

“You promised not to ask.” It's an accusation.

“You won't tell me your name Lauren.”

“I can't.”

Your head hangs low as you take deep breaths. Fire burns underneath the pan, small and timid like it's tired. You put the sandwich on the stove, not keen on asking anymore questions, they never get answered anyway.

You don't notice her get up, or walk towards you. You were hoping she'd just disappear, like none of this ever happened. But her hands cup your face and force you to look up. You keep your eyes closed, too afraid you'll recognise the look on her face.

The same one she adorned when she was looking for answers, begging you to not ask anymore.

But you're tired.

“You don't have any secrets? What is this then?” She gestures between the two of you, and a shadow falls over your face. It's unkind of her to ask this, it's not a fair question. She knows that, but she asks anyway.

“Are you kidding me? Are you seriously saying that? You?”

“We all have our secrets. You have yours, I have mine.”

A ringing alarm sound breaks your memory. Her hands leave you, hurrying to turn off the sound, to not wake anyone up.

She flips the sandwich over, and the other side is burnt, too dark.

“I don't feel real,” You say. It's a quiet admission, only meant for her. You're not even sure if you yourself want to listen to it.

“You're not real, Lauren. Neither of us are.”

You take the sandwich off the pan, soothing your fingers after the hot surface touches your fingertips.

You look at her and she looks puzzled, it's adorable. The inexplicable urge to kiss her pesters you again, you had vowed not to do it, but she's too close for you to not to, so you reach her lips anyway, just for a second. But she keeps you in place, just a few more minutes, a phrase you've heard too often when sunlight starts peeking through windows.

You turn the stove off as she lets you go, you take her silence as an apology. You don't think you could take anymore reasonings and explanations.

...

The everyday noise of the mornings shakes you awake, you can't even tell when you fell asleep. It's only eight am, you've definitely not gotten enough sleep, but you force yourself off the bed.

The housekeeper is in the kitchen, chopping vegetables with the same knife you held last night.

You can't really tell if it was real or a dream, if you imagined a horrible goodbye or if that was it.

But you hear Lauren giggling in the living room, and you hear Declan’s laugh accompanying hers.

The dream was real, you know now but you don't try very hard to convince yourself that it was real. It's better off as a dream, you think.

As you look at the scene in front of. you, you think of the same sentence you've thought every morning for the past few months, Memory of a goldfish.

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rcmclachlan · 16 days ago

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I am not normally super femme but I've been interested in pin up fashion as a way to play dress up in the femme space and have fun with it! Your shoot was goals!! Any tips/places to start?

Pin-up fashion has certainly evolved over the years, and when people think 'pin-up' they actually tend to think of the bombshells of the 1950s, not 40s—you know, swing skirts, wiggle dresses, sweetheart necklines, etc.

This type of fashion has made a comeback in a big way! There are tons of stores out there that cater to this look. Here are some easily accessible ones:

Unique Vintage (probably the cheapest in this list, some good finds!)

Trashy Diva (excellent quality, sizes go up to 24)

Pin Up Girl Clothing (hit or miss)

Be warned: these places tend to be quite expensive (esp. Trashy Diva), although they will hold sales from time to time that will definitely ease the sticker shock!

A good place to start might be simply going to Poshmark or Etsy and searching for "pin up dress/clothing". As long as you know your measurements, you'll be good to go!

Everything I've learned about 1940s/1950s fashion is thanks to one of my best friends, who wears only true vintage clothing, which she gets via thift stores, online trading forums, and Etsy (there are some great vintage stores on there!).

Let's take a quick look at 1940s/50s fashion, starting with said bestie's wedding day in 2017:

She found her dress in a thift store—believe it or not, it was from 1941 and required not a single alteration. She was meant to have that dress.

The bridesmaids' dresses were actually from Trashy Diva and they were extremely well made. Here I am with the maid of honor, accidentally recreating that famous photo of Sofia Loren and Jayne Mansfield:

During the 1940s, because of the war, fashion stalled a little. During the first half of the decade, "utility clothing" was the big thing (silks and nylons were rationed for the war effort, so rayon was used instead). Dresses were characterized by padded shoulders, nipped-in waists, and A-line hems that hit the knee. Tweed and plaid were popular. (x) (x)

Post-war fashion was kicked off by Christian Dior's "New Look," which emphasized the hourglass silhouette and full skirts. Hollywood icons Katherine Hepburn and Lauren Bacall influenced fashion by popularizing wide-legged trousers:

High waisted, wide-legged trousers with a flowy blouse tucked in? The elegance! The utility! The long silhouette! Can't beat it.

The 1950s had a pretty stark gender divide in comparison to the 1940s. Women's fashion in the 50s emphasized elegance and extremely tailored looks to prize tiny waists.

The "house dress"—which has become synonymous with the pin-up—rose in popularity:

Because when you're running errands and taking care of the home, you want to look your best! These dresses boasted even fuller skirts than what we saw in the 40s, plus crossed collars, waist belts, and pockets.

However! That's not to say it was all Leave It To Beaver glam. The denim revolution happened during the 50s, partly influenced by James Dean's jeans-wearing bad boy in Rebel Without A Cause. Teens went crazy for the style, which was banned at most schools.

For an in-depth look at post-war fashion, this Wikipedia article gives a great overview!

Anyway, all this to say that there are plenty of resources out there to get you started. 1940s and 50s fashion is so classic and is surprisingly easy to tweak if you'd like it to be more modern, especially since high-rise, wide-legged pants are back in style.

Hope this helped! :-)

#vintage fashion #post-war fashion #pin up fashion

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jpitha · 9 months ago

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New and... Improved?

This is a continuation of the universe in

Voiding the Warranty

Whatever Happened to Lauren Ingram

They Can't Edit All of Us... Can They?

The shipyard was gigantic. Humans always built large, even when they didn't have to. Spindly, long beams reached out through the midnight blue of space, illuminated with harsh shadows by massive lights. When the shipyard was in sunlight sharp double shadows were cast, which caused an optical illusion about how many beams there really were. Well, for humans at least. Most other Coalition species didn't have the same issues with their brains lying to them like the humans did. Peme wondered if that was part of the reason for why they acted the way they did. If you couldn't even believe your own eyes, it makes sense you'd want to verify and experiment and prove everything you saw.

There were only three ships currently under construction in the shipyard. Even if they never built more than two or three ships at a time, the shipyard could support the construction of more than a hundred. When asked why, the Humans would do that annoying half smile they do and say something pointless like "You never know."

Agent Peme stood in the runabout, behind the pilot as she was shuttled to a ship in the rear of the shipyard. It was about Frigate sized - small for humans - but still about the same size as most of the cargo ships Peme used to command before signing on with HIDA. She didn't know what to expect when the human agency extended an offer of employment to her, but with what she had seen, she felt like she couldn't go back to her old life.

They were surprisingly welcoming and she had quickly learned that there were quite a few other non-humans employed by the Human InterDimensional Authority. She even had the card that explained that she could commander any Coalition vessel at any time if she felt that it was necessary for the "dimensional integrity of the Coalition's existence" like all the other Agents. It weighed heavily in her uniform pocket. She still couldn't believe that the Coalition agreed to them.

Her Mentor, Victor Henrick lounged in the passenger seats a few meters back from the pilot. "Come on, Peme, there's no need to loom over the pilot. They know where we're going." He said, smiling. Peme walked back and sat heavily in the seat that was just a touch too small for her - human designed.

"Victor, I don't like it. Why are we all going to see this ship? HIDA hardly ever sends more than one agent, and Dispatch has sent three of us."

As she spoke, Shimmering Heat, one of the other nonhumans in HIDA glanced up from his pad and regarded Peme. "If you read your brief, Peme, you'd know why we're going." Even speaking Belanic, his voice was musical, lilting.

Peme's fur bristled. "I did read the brief, Shimmer. You know what I mean. Why are three of us going - specifically two who have witnessed an Editing and one who probably knows the most about them?"

Victor raised his hands, making a conciliatory gesture. Victor was raised in space, and grew up in a pressure suit. As such, a lot of his speech was peppered with spacer gestures. When you can't read body language, you develop other ways to subtly express things. "Friends, please. Shimmer is right in that the broad strokes of why we are here are in the brief-" Shimmer's crest flicked, like a smug smile "-but Peme is also correct that the true details were left out for security reasons." Peme's fur lowered slightly. "Now." Victor looked down at his pad and touched it a few times. The Pilot raised his right hand without turning to look at them, and unplugged his headset. "We can speak freely. You are correct that there is a reason why you two are coming to see this ship, especially since you are a freshly minted Agent, Peme. You two have witnessed the consequences of when a human tinkers with a FlashWarp drive."

Shimmer's feathers rippled. He was the only person in existence who remembered his human. She had upgraded the FlashWarp drive on his ship and was rewarded with being edited out of reality. Peme's human survived, but only with the help of a HIDA agent who was onboard.

"The ship we're going to tour - the Terms of Service - has been outfitted with a new kind of FTL drive."

Peme stared at Victor, and then out the window at the ship they were approaching, and then back to Victor. "A FlashWarp drive? I thought humans could not use them?"

Victor grinned. "Well, we weren't licensed to use them. No matter who they think are, the owners of the FlashWarp drive can't limit physics - as much as they'd like to. But no, it's not a FlashWarp drive as such. We're calling it a FlipWarp drive. Ideally, it combines the speed of our Flip drive, with the reliability and ease of use of the FlashWarp drive. Most importantly, if it works, We're releasing it to the Coalition, open source. We're going to break their monopoly."

****

Shimmering Heat didn't like The Terms of Service. It had a smell. A sharp, chemical smell, overlaid with some kind of odd artificial floral scent. Shimmer tried to close his nostrils to it, but it didn't really help. He never spent a lot of time on human starships, and had never been on a new one, let alone one that wasn't finished being built; it was unpleasant. It was too bright, the decorations were the wrong color, the floor clanged oddly, and the beds looked uncomfortable.

The three of them received a tour from the acting captain, a tall woman with a no nonsense attitude. She was wearing the same overalls as the rest of the construction crew and the only sign of her rank was some bars on her collar. Shimmer was only mildly interested in what he was being shown; the unpleasantness of the ship was a distraction. It was a ship. The shape of things and the colors might be different, but it still had Environmental systems, still had thrusters, still had crew quarters, still had weapons. Peme - who had only ever been on cargo ships and tramp freighters - was much more impressed with the Human built Naval frigate.

The Captain led them to the command deck. "And here we are, the heart of the TOS, and where you will conduct the shakedown cruise." She turned towards the three of them. "Before I relinquish command, do you have any questions?"

Victor turned to Shimmer and Peme. They locked eyes with him and said nothing. "I don't think so, thank you for your hard work, Captain. I will assume command."

She saluted sharply. "Captain. you have the ship." immediately her demeanor changed. She loosened up and smiled widely. "Glad that's done. Watch out for the hab, the climate still needs to be dialed in, and the grav over in Weapons makes me nauseated. Other than that, we need a half a solar day to button things up, and then we'll leave."

"What about the crew?" Shimmer asked, looking around the command deck. Even though it was a small human ship, it was still larger than most Coalition ships Shimmer had ever been on. Hundreds could live and work here.

"Oh, you'll be receiving a skeleton crew for the shakedown cruise. All HIDA members and contractors if I am not mistaken." she said, looking at Victor. He nodded. "Well then. You have the place to yourself until tomorrow and then the crew will embark."

She left and the command deck felt empty. The new stations, still with plastic on their seats felt impersonal, clinical. Shimmer thought back to the ships he used to operate. They were all many solar cycles old, some generations old. His favorite was new centuries before Peme's people even joined the Coalition. A new ship felt wrong.

True to form, the construction crew finished cleaning and putting paneling and flooring in place, and without any fanfare left the ship, leaving the three of them to it.

****

Victor didn't like the skeleton crew. They gave off an aura of misplace competence. Victor walked around the ship, inspecting in person before departure and watched how they moved, how they worked. Everyone could to the job - that was not in question - but they moved with the robotic precision of people who were digitally trained. He had read all the reports, digital training was equivalent, implanted muscle memory was just as good as natural, et cetera et cetera. They didn't move like a well oiled crew though. He also didn't like how each one was not-so-subtly armed. Shoulder holsters, small of the back holsters, everyone on the skeleton crew carried a gun and - worrying Victor - a knife. The armory was completely stocked as well, and the Capital weapons were completely operational. They didn't even have more than portable rations for the shakedown cruise, but they had enough firepower to take down a quarter of the Coalition. Someone was expecting Trouble and Victor didn't like it.

"Is this related to what I saw on my ship?" Peme asked. They were in a conference room right off the command deck. It was just the three of them and the door was locked. Victor was the captain officially, but he still locked the door behind them.

"It is. We don't know what will happen when we activate the FlipWarp drive. It's not a FlashWarp drive per se, but we did do a little bit of reverse engineering and a slight amount of license violation. Now, humans were specifically prohibited from signing the license agreement, so technically we are not beholden to the agreement, but we don't know how much the license holders care about that. They seem to have it out for us."

"Why is the crew so heavily armed?" Shimmer glanced at the locked door, and a ripped passed through his feathers.

"HIDA ordered it. Everyone has been loaded with skillsofts for how to run the ship, but they're all soliders through and through."

"That explains why the armory and weapons are complete, but we don't even have a kitchen yet." Peme frowned. She didn't know that there wasn't going to be a kitchen and was going to have to live off generic Coalition nutrient bars for the week. There was very little human food she could safely consume. Shimmer was better off, but only slightly. Food was going to be boring for a while.

Victor nodded. "I don't like it either, but this is an order over my head. HIDA thinks that there is going to be Trouble when we activate the drive and wants to be ready."

"But why are we doing this then?" Shimmer flapped his arms once in exasperation. "It seems like we would have been fine to just let the FlashWarp drive be and keep you using your Flip drive. We're inviting trouble, for what?"

"For a few things Shimmer. One, the FlipWarp drive is going to be better - if it works - and we're always trying to shrink interstellar space. Anything we can do to bring the Coalition peoples closer is a net good. Two, we don't like that they have a monopoly on FTL and won't let anyone else even look at it. The prohibition specifically mentions humans, but we have records of other Coalition people's being Edited. It just happened more to us because we tinkered more. Three, humanity in general doesn't like bullies. They're using the FlashWarp drive to artificially limit Coalition Space and stymie growth."

"Humanity doesn't like bullies unless they're the ones bullying." Peme said, her ears twitching.

"Hah, that's fair." Victor said. "But regardless, humanity is doing this, HIDA is at the forefront and you work for HIDA. We're not stopping now." Victor stood. "We're going to depart the shipyard in a few minutes and then run the FlipWarp drive. The rest of the command crew is going to be armed, do you two want a weapon?" Peme and Shimmer blinked in surprise, and Peme's laquered claws slid out of their sheaths just a bit.

"N-No thank you, Victor. I'll stay unarmed." Peme said, sliding her claws back in.

"Actually, yes Victor. Do you have a weapon that I can use?" Shimmer's eyes shone, and his nostril holes in his sharp beak opened more.

"I do, Shimmer; one moment." Victor went over to a cabinet and took out a case. Placing it on the table, he took out a small pistol with an odd grip, designed for Shimmer's claw like hands. There was also a belt that went around his shoulders - Victor showed him how to put it on - and the pistol hung under his left wing/arm. "It's a human design, modified for your use. Let me know how you like it. We are thinking of selling them."

Shimmer scoffed. "Of course you are. Still-" He grasped the pistol in his hands. "-It is comfortable. I'll take some time at the range and let you know how I like it."

Victor unlocked the conference room and the three of them re-entered the command deck. The skeleton crew was in place at their stations as Victor sat in the commander's chair and Peme and Shimmer took up station behind him. "Helm, are we ready to depart?"

"Aye Captain. We have been unmoored from the shipyard and are free floating." The helmsmen was a young human, with a very closely cropped haircut. Peme noticed what Victor had said. Everyone on the skeleton crew looked more like a shock trooper than a ship's crew.

"Take us out of the yard, and then engage the FlipWarp drive then."

"Aye Captain. Destination?"

"Hey Shimmer, any requests?" Victor turned in his chair and grinned wildly. "Wanna go home and show off?"

Shimmer's feathers poofed out in surprise. "S-Sure? I haven't been to our homeworld since I fledged, but... yes, I would like to go there. Set course for Belanium, Helm."

"Aye. Course set. Estimated time of arrival is two human hours."

"Two hours? It's weeks away?" Shimmer said.

"It was weeks away. If all goes well, we'll be there in two hours." Victor winked at Shimmer. "Helm, execute."

****

Peme had Flashed many, many times. It was completely routine. They'd set the course, activate the drive, there would be a prismatic flash of color out the window for the duration of the trip, and then it was just a battle against boredom until they arrived.

This time was different. There was still the prismatic flash, but it was... colored different? It was hard to describe. It felt different. There was also a sensation of motion, that was unusual. Maybe that was the Flip drive part? Still other than the different colors and the feeling of motion, it looked to be - once again - a boring trip. At least it wouldn't take too long.

It seemed like the whole crew exhaled as they soared through Flashspace. Maybe nothing would happen after all. Just as Victor leaned back in his chair and flipped his display out to monitor the systems, there was a noise like tearing cloth and before them... was a being.

Peme recognized them. It was the same bilaterally symmetric type of person she saw before. Two arms, two legs, covered in a prismatic field - one that was colored the way she expected. The being crossed their arms as the rest of the crew drew their weapons and trained the guns on them.

"Really? Guns?" They scoffed. "As if those are going to stop me." They paced across the room as they spoke. "I can't believe you had the temerity to reverse engineer the FlashWarp drive! We warned you not to do it, and you did it anyway. We told you what would happen if you did."

Peme remembered. Last time they did something to annoy the creators of the FlashWarp they had threatened to revoke everyone's license to use the technology, stranding them wherever they were in space.

Victor didn't seem worried. He slowly closed the display he was using, and looked up at the being. "You did not ask permission to board."

"I don't need permission! When you are in Flashspace you are in our realm."

"Technically, we're not in your Flashspace. This is an amalgam of the Flip drive and the FlashWarp drive."

"It's a distinction without a difference! You would not have been able to generate the field without reverse engineering the metacompensator. That is proprietary and you are in violation of the license agreement!"

"Humanity wasn't allowed to sign the license agreement, remember?"

"Humanity is a Coalition species and as such is held to the license agreement previously signed. We do not require every new Coalition species to sign it again." The being pointed at Victor "Do not get clever with me, human. We know about your lawyers and we are not impressed."

"Okay, fair." Victor touched something on his wrist. "Does this impress you then?"

Peme wasn't sure what he did, but what she saw was another prismatic flash and then there was... just a person standing before them. The prismatic field that they were covered in was gone, and they looked much less impressive. They honestly looked... kind of...

"You're human?" Peme's claws slid all the way out as her fur bristled. Shimmer's eyes locked onto the person and his head tilted in a very old way so that his eyes could both see what was in front of them. To their credit, the humans did not waver, their weapons still pointed at the humanlike person in front of them.

"I am not human, and I am frankly insulted that you lumped me in with those primitives!" The being, who looked like a human male said, as he crossed his arms - a very human gesture - and leaned against an empty seat.

"But you look like one." Shimmer pointed out.

"He's right you know. You do look very human." Victor said. He was clearly enjoying this immensely.

They tisked. "Maybe, at one point, deep in our past we might have been human, but we have evolved beyond mere base humanity. We are the next evolution. We are your future."

This time, Victor scoffed. "Next evolution my ass. You are a bunch of humans who found - or stole - some precursor's technology and you're using it to fleece the Coalition and extort wealth from them."

"I never! I cannot believe you are making this accusation of us! We-"

"Peme, do you remember the voice of the FlashWarp being you heard when you prevented your human from being Edited? Does it sound like this person?" Victor turned and looked at Peme, ignoring the - seemingly - human in front of them.

"Yes, they sounded just like this person. Almost identically."

"I thought so. We estimated that there are only a dozen of them or so, and they have only one precursor ship."

"You knew this would happen?" Shimmer's beak is agape.

"We had a hunch. Remember Shimmer, there are levels of secret. There are things that even I don't know in HIDA." This time Victor crossed his arms. "Here's what is going to happen. You're going to go back to your crew, let them know the charade is over, and relocate back to human space. You will turn over your precursor ship and technology to humanity and we will share it with the Coalition. You will disable the tamper prevention on all FlashWarp drives, and will release the Coalition from their contract. If you do this we won't look too hard into the wealth you've extracted from the Coalition."

"And if we refuse?" All pretense dropped, he looked much more human. Peme thought he looked young for a human, younger than Victor at least. His body language was puzzling though. Like he was almost pleased he was figured out.

"If you refuse, then we will continue to reverse engineer FlashWarp, we will disable the tamper prevention ourselves, and we will cut you off from returning to Coalition space. You will be marooned with your ship and your crew."

"L-Let's not be hasty here! There's no need to threaten us with starvation. I'm sure we can come to an agreement." His body language immediately changed, Peme was impressed. He went from confident to worried for his own life in practically no time at all.

"We sure can. Agree to my terms, and Flash back to Sol."

"...Dammit. It was nice while it lasted." The human shrugged. "Okay, we agree. We'll Flash back to Sol and explain everything. No jail time?"

"Probably not."

"Probably?"

"Depends on how you got ahold of the ship in the first place and who you fucked over to keep it."

"Fine." He touched a glassy square on his wrist, frowned, and tapped it again and looked up at Victor.

"Oh, sorry." Victor gestured to one of the soliders. He pressed a few buttons, and the human's prismatic field snapped back into place. With another sound like cloth being torn, he disappeared.

"There we go." Victor stood from his chair and inclined his head towards the door. "Now that's finished, let's go get something to eat."

****

"How did you know he was human?" Shimmer said around his dinner. The three of them were alone in the canteen. Once they arrived at Belanium, Shimmer had signaled that not only did they have a new FTL drive to demonstrate, but that they had a need for takeout. The humans could eat their food, so dinner was brought for everyone. Shimmer attacked his with gusto and even Victor had to admit, it was pretty good, if a bit fishy.

"Like I said, we had a hunch. Given Peme's description of them, and the words and phrases they used, we had an idea who they were."

"And the Precursors?"

"Don't know much about them. We found one station in space we think was theirs and some ruins on an otherwise empty planet. Looks like they had a pretty large territory if were we found their stuff is to be believed."

"And you didn't tell the Coalition?" Peme said, surprised that she wasn't surprised.

"Come on, Peme. You're working for HIDA. We're not unique among Human Authorities. You know how we work. Secrecy is our stock in trade." Victor took a sip of water. The Belanic food was pretty dry.

Shimmer swallowed quickly and gestured with is implement. "What I don't understand is how they set up Flash Incorporated and sold the Coalition FlashWarp technology more than two thousand solar cycles ago. Way before we met humanity."

"They have a time machine." Victor said simply.

Shimmer started coughing. Peme jumped up and thumped his back. He put up a hand, and took a sip of water.

"They do not. That's a fantasy. The math never works." Peme said, firmly.

"It works if you ignore some certain parts of vacuum theory." Victor said carefully. "We know about it."

"You're telling me humanity has a time machine? Shimmer had awe in his voice.

"No, I am very definitely not telling you that." Victor said. "I am saying that we know about the technology, and we surmise that the precursors had it and that the folks with their ship used it to jump back and sell FlashWarp to the Coalition. Regardless-" Victor stood. "We're going to FlipWarp back to Sol and wait for our friends to arrive, and we can write our reports to HIDA." He smiled and patted them on their backs as he walked out. "Nice work, you two. I'm proud to work with you.

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‘OURS’

Summary: You were his and he was yours but what would it be like adding one more? Thrust into a whirlwind romance you never could’ve imagined that became your forever love. You continue building a new life across the pond with a very beautiful Scouser. A sequel to the ‘You’re Mine’ fic.

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Warnings: This series will contain fluff, suggestion, smut (unprotected sex,) pregnancy, parenting, self doubt, body image, mention of the word ‘daddy,’ kind of angsty, alcohol consumption - not sure what else really… if i miss anything please lmk!

Note: Thank you for reading! Please be sure to like, comment, or message me what you think of the series! Try not to nitpick with any real pregnant/ baby logistics it’s better if you just read along happily :)

Chapter 17 - In Love With Her | ‘Ours’

“I know this isn’t true but I feel like I haven’t been out to a club in time” You giggled when you got shoved by a group of girls shuffling by. Trents face pulled into immediate annoyance almost anger swiftly pulling you tight to him protecting you from the crowds but his emotions shifted when his focus came back to you.

“That’s not true, we went out in Vegas last month, baby. You don’t remember? I met you in the bathroom and I…” Trent began to remind you of your escapade on your trip for George’s birthday. You definitely remembered. You definitely were still thinking about it too.

“Yes, Yes, I remember. Thank you, cheeky boy.” You rolled your eyes at him. Trent moved his arm next to your head, hand planted behind you on the wall. He caged you in. Just being this close in proximity to him was intoxicating. You felt drunk but you really didn’t think you were, maybe it was just him. He dragged his thumb over your glossy lips and your breath hitched before he leaned in to kiss you. Your back was plastered against the cool pillar behind you. You honestly couldn’t even remember the name of the club you were in. Everything had gone fuzzy. Seeing Trent illuminated in the colored lights of the club had your mind melting remembering all the times you’d been in one before with him. His effect on you was permanent. It would never fade. It was just the same now as it was the first night at the club you went to the first day you met in New York.

“Do you ever think you want that?” Jude asked Lauren as they tucked into a velvety couch in the roped off area with two drinks.

“What? Trent licking my neck? No.” Lauren joked with a serious face eyeing you and Trent still making out where they left you last.

“Laur…” Jude cooed trying to be serious. She turned to actually look at him. Lauren wasn’t going to assume anything right now but she felt it all night. Tonight was rubbing what she assumed to be a non relationship in her face. She didn’t know what to say other than a joke. Lauren and Jude were together a lot. Lauren was at his house more often than she was at her own. Jet setting around, her holidays conveniently booked by Jude in the same locations as Real Madrid's away games. They were dating and tonight was a double date. They just needed to say it. “Like the dating thing…” Jude clarified for her but Lauren knew exactly what he was talking about.

“I mean they’re getting married, Jude it’s a little more than a date, don’t you think?” She teased him, leaning her head on his shoulder. He kissed her temple and she closed her eyes. Even the way they acted so instinctively and naturally made it so glaringly obvious they were more than what they were pretending they were.

“Yeah, well, you know what I mean.” Jude wanted Lauren to say it. Lauren wanted Jude to say it. It was a big silent mess but the only thing Lauren could hear at the moment was her heart beating out of her chest. Jude pushed her hair behind her ear to get a better look at her face. She opened her eyes and attempted to keep them fixated on you across the club but he was like a magnet and her gaze shifted.

“Dating? Erm… I don’t know…we date right?” Lauren sheepish asked. Jude could barely hear her in the loud club. She didn’t want to look into his deep dark eyes but she didn’t really have any other choice making her more nervous than ever.

“Do we date?” Jude said smugly with a coy smile. He was probably a bit more open about feelings and in general with life so he was pushing Lauren to realize what he had realized a month ago. He was trying to not to smile too outwardly though to not make her feel bad but he was gassed she was even this far into the conversation.

“I mean you fuck me every week…” Lauren began her explanation only in a way Lauren would with a hot take that Jude didn’t love. He gave her a face like ‘really?’ She rolled her eyes. “Fine, we have sex…” She took a deep breath realizing her list of why they were dating continued on much longer than her one point. “You take me out, I sleep at your house even if we aren’t having sex, we buy each other gifts…” Jude laced his fingers with hers, holding her hand. She tried not to smile but he made her heart flutter. She dropped the shy smile forming on her face though. Jude sighed so Lauren continued. “You hold my hand.” Jude picked up her hand and kissed her knuckles. “I know your phone password, I know your family, we talk all the time…I miss you when I’m not with you…I like you… a lot, like I feel like a complete idiot around you, is that dating to you?” Lauren took another deep breath starting to deep what she had just said. Once Lauren had spelled it all for Jude, but frankly for herself, she began to realize just how serious things might’ve been. He smiled pretty content with what she had shared.

“Yeah, I think it is, Laur.” He cooed softly but calmly. His voice didn’t shake, he was ever cool and composed like he always is. She glanced at him inspecting his contrasting features, his unbelievably sharp bone structure yet incredibly soft lips and eyes. He smiled again catching her so Lauren’s eyes darted away fast. He laughed a little. This was incredibly uncharacteristic for her. Lauren was confident, sure of herself, right now she couldn’t be further from that. She was vulnerable around Jude when they were alone. He made her soft and she felt comfortable letting her guard down around him. Jude was light hearted and fun. He was sweet and thoughtful, everything Lauren would love to say she could care less about except Jude really was her dream man. She had fallen into the habit of being mushy with him at home but out at a club where she historically was eager and phlegmatic she found herself reeling with emotions, one of which was a real fear of him.

“Are we having this conversation in a club?” Lauren tried to stop the train from leaving the station. It’s not that she didn’t want this. She just had been avoiding the thoughts that had been clouding in head for months so much so that she hadn’t even confessed to you. She thought if no one knew, they’d dissipate but they only seemed to develop more. She was really overwhelmed by the fact that Jude seemed to know all the things she listed off and she didn’t somehow. He grabbed her chin and cupped her face bringing it close to his. “You don’t have to do this.” She whispered out hesitantly, getting distracted mildly by his close proximity now. He brushed his nose against hers.

“I want to do this.” Jude spoke low in a whisper just for her to hear. His lips ghosted over hers as he talked. He dropped one of his hands to her waist. She wasn’t planning on leaving, having the man she was falling for so close to her but Jude wanted to make sure. He kept a tight grip on her.

“Okay.” She muttered out. He hummed before he finally leaned a centimeter closer and kissed her. Their lips collided in the most electrifying way. Lauren’s eyes closed but she could feel the water build behind her lids. She squeezed them tighter, blinking away the emotion she felt crashing over her as she agreed with him.

“Okay?” He purred, pulling his lips off hers but not going too far. He stayed fearlessly right in front of her. Shamelessly staring deeply into her eyes. He could see the slight gloss. He ran his thumb over her cheek.

“Okay.” Lauren confirmed once more with an uncontrollable slight smirk pulling at her lips not sure what she had just got herself into.

Eventually you and Trent pried yourself off each other and decided it was time to join the two people you had come out with. When you returned to the private table you slid onto a seat next to Lauren. You wrapped your arms around her waist and rested your chin on her. You hung out for a long while but it was more dancing, kissing, and drinking then it was talking until there were no drinks left except a few shots no one wanted so Jude and Trent offered to go get more of something else. You could sense there was a weird vibe though. Not weird in a negative way just as if something had changed, like there was a secret but you didn’t know who was keeping one. You nodded dismissing them to go. Lauren moved away from you and you were confused momentarily until she looked at you biting her lip.

“What? You’re making me nervous.” You laughed pulling one of your legs up onto the seat cushion. Lauren reached out and placed her two hands on each of your knees, steading herself.

“I think I’m dating Jude?” Lauren whispered to you so quietly you thought she might've just mouthed the words to you.

“What?!?” You just about screamed! You tried to jump up for dramatic effect but Lauren’s hands acted as anchor weights on your body. You slapped your hands over the back of hers in shock.

“Y/N shh! I don’t know, I don’t know, it was all very vague.” She explained a little louder but nevertheless quietly in a panicked tone. She looked at you as if she had just told you she did something horribly wrong.

“Vague?? Lauren!?!” You pressed her for more details but your back was facing the bar so you didn’t see that Trent and Jude were approaching with drinks. Lauren did though so she just shook her head silently at you. You wanted to grill her for more. What had happened during your delay in coming to the table an hour and a half ago.

“For you baby.” Trent cooed, handing you a tequila drink. You smiled, reaching up to kiss his lips. He plopped down onto the seat next to you and pulled you onto his lap. You sat in between his legs on the seat with yours draped over his thigh. You almost spilled your very full drink with his harsh drag of your body. Lauren ripped one of the shots that was still remaining in front of her on the table. You snapped your head from Trent to her, shocked by her sudden movement and brash decision.

“We’re going to dance.” Lauren told Jude as her hand grabbed his face. It wasn’t as sudden or at the pace at which she took the shot but it was relatively harsh. You blinked your eyes trying not to react so you puffed the air out of your mouth. Trent squeezed your side for comfort, not sure what you were responding to.

“I’m going to dance.” Jude responded looking back at you and Trent being pulled in the direction away from you by Lauren. Jude had a cheesy smile on his face. He looked like a little kid, thrilled to be in the position he was in and now you maybe were understanding why he was smiling just a little bit more now. Trent quipped a sarcastic ‘have fun’ comment before you whipped around back to him once they were out of view.

“I think they’re datingggg!!!!” You quietly screamed, grabbing his face. He winced not expecting your outburst but his shocked face fell into a smile seeing you so excited. He placed his much larger hands over yours before he dragged your hands off his face and guiding his onto your waist.

“Wow..” Trent responded slowly processing what you were saying. You went back and forth for a little while discussing things about the potential of Lauren and Jude dating but you got side tracked when Trent’s hands began to wander.

“Do you want to date me?” You giggled childishly aksing him a very silly question. You didn’t think you were drunk but as the question came out.. Maybe you were.

“No…” He was quick to say no. So quick that you were almost offended but Trent put your worrying mind at ease when he spoke again. “I wanna marry you, pretty girl.” He laughed a little letting out such a cheesy line. He ran his hands under the back of your sweater guiding them over your bare back.

“Oh, I like that better” You sheepishly responded with a little smile, tucking your face into the nape of his neck embarrassed by the cheese. Trent’s hands continued up your back and teasingly played with the clasp of your bra again and again.

“C’mon baby, don’t be shy. You know I want to marry you.” He spoke right up against your ear closest to him.You could feel his hot minty breath hitting your skin. His fingers caressed down your back. One hand dropping to hold your waist the other pulling your face for him to see. He looked at you completely smitten. He pinched your cheeks together, pursing your lips for you and pulled your body closer to his simultaneously. He gave you nothing but teasing looks waiting for you to initiate the kiss. You leaned in towards his lips with his hand still holding your face. Your own hands dropping to his waist sliding slyly under his t-shirt but you hovered millimeters away from his perfect pout.

“I’m not shy.” You whispered in a voice you didn’t know you did when you were turned on but Trent knew it very well.

“No? I think you are a little shy. Hiding from me at dinner, won’t kiss me right now..” You cut off Trent’s ramble. You closed the gap between you two, kissing him. It was pure heaven kissing him. He smiled into the kiss. Again and again, Trent pressed kisses to your lips. In the dim lighting of the club he thought you never looked better as he pulled away to inspect your beauty for a moment.

”I can’t wait to marry you, T.” You cooed hushly, before your hands tugged at his hair to bring him back into a steamy kiss. Your tongues dancing in perfect rhythm. He kissed down your neck finding the spot he knows you love. You felt his plump lips pull into a cheeky smirk against your skin as you stifled a moan.

“No one else in the fucking world can will ever be able to have you.” He spoke to you murmuring against your neck but you could still hear him clearly.

“No one else could have me now.” You assured him that whether you were married or not, you weren’t going anywhere.

“I want the government to know that.” He looked up at you with a serious face. You sat back a little to get him off your neck and too really look at him. You giggled seeing the sincerity on his face. He really meant that. “You going to let me take you back to our room now?” He whispered coming in closer to your lips not letting you go too far. You nodded with a juvenile smile and excitement.

“What are we gonna do there?” You asked him teasingly. He just leaned forward and told you to shut up silently with a kiss.

“You wanted to dance with me?” Jude asked Lauren in a smug tone sliding his hands around her hips from behind as she walked further into the club. His lips ghosting behind the shell of her ear.

“I wanted to be alone with you. Just wanted to be with you right now. I don’t want to be with them.” Lauren turned around and gazed up at him with a look Jude didn’t see on her face often. Lauren was scared. She looked like a little girl in a way. Her eyes wide and almost bordering on tearful. She was bitting on her bottom lip to stop it from quivering.

“Lauren” Jude said her name as calmly as he could readjusting his hold of her. He held her waist securely close to him but still a good distance apart so he could really see her. “If you’re not ready for this right now, I’ll wait for...” Jude’s sweet words attempting to tell Lauren that he really liked her and enough that he wouldn’t mind holding off on dating if she wasn’t there yet, he’d wait but Lauren cut him off with a kiss. The kiss was hot and charged. Now this was a Lauren Jude did see often. She pulled away out of breath and turned around too embarrassed by her emotions to look at him. He grabbed her hips and pulled her ass back into him. She grinded up against him leaning back and resting her head onto his shoulder. Jude dragged his massive hand down the front of her throat. His lips slowly kissed behind her ear. His other hand beginning to slide over her bare stomach flirting with the waistband of her trousers.

“I’m ready.” Lauren cooed, confirming she wanted this. She wanted him but even knowing that her voice was still shaky. She rolled her head to the side more to give him room to keep his lips on her.

“Let me take you home, Laur.” He whispered against her skin. A shiver ran down her spine. They came back and Lauren trotted up the steps to were you and Trent were. You stood up and met her halfway.

“Hey, I think we’re gonna go home…” You cooed to Lauren cheekily excited for your night. Lauren had the same look on her face.

“Oh… same.” She smiled at you and then began to laugh. She reached around you and grabbed her bag.

“Practice abstinence or you could end up with a friend for Teddy!” You joked with her. She rolled her eyes and pinched at your side. She ran over to Trent and gave him a quick hug. Jude stood down below the section so Trent stood up and dapped him up through the railing. I guess they had some sort of mind reading capability that you and Lauren didn’t. They knew exactly what was going on before Lauren had told you she was leaving. You came behind Trent and wrapped one arm around him. You squeezed Jude’s shoulder saying goodbye and you watched them walk out.

When you got back to the hotel you had no idea what time it was. You flopped onto the bed utterly exhausted though. Trent crawled over top of you. He peeled your sweater off over your head leaving you in just the skimpy bra he had played with early. He was so gentle, peeling off your clothes and then undoing your heels. You pouted at how sweet he was with you. Since having your little girl you felt like Trent treated you fairly delicately. He wasn’t as unrestrained anymore. It was almost like he was scared to hurt the mother of his child. He turned around in the room and pulled his shirt off over his head. His back muscles flexed and danced and your mouth watered. He took off his trousers and your mouth was definitely watering. He turned around to see a hungry lust painted on your face.

“See anything you like?” he asked with a cheeky smile that made your heart race. He was so fucking pretty. You scooted forward on the bed in just your bra and panties and stuck your arms out beckoning him over to come be with you. In no time he was overtop of you, both you now sans clothes, his hard cock teasing your dripping pussy. He caressed his hand over your cheek. The softest touch you ever felt but you felt your mind shift noticing you weren’t focusing on that sweet touch but more on his hard cock rubbing against you.

“T… I want you to be rough with me.” You whispered to him with a sweetly juxtaposed smile.

“You want me to be rough?” He asked you stopping his movements looking down at you making sure he heard you correctly.

“Think about it, we're in a hotel, there’s no Teddy, we’re in Spain… it could be fun.” You giggled. Trying to convince not giving great reasons but you were hoping he wouldn’t need any.

“A lot of that doesn’t exactly merit me being rough with you but yeah if you want me to be, baby.” He hovered over top of you a little confused but returning your smile still interested in what you were asking for.

“Like… I want to be a whore for you.” You sounded more shy than you wanted but nevertheless you said it. His eyes widened in shock. I mean you guys definitely got pretty dirty and he had a very clear dominance in the bedroom but… it was rare that any sort of degradation was involved. Calling you anything other than perfect wasn’t really your vibe.

“Baby... I don't.” Trent gritted his teeth not loving the idea. He understood it. It’s not that he didn’t view you in a way where he couldn’t imagine it but he just really preferred taking care of you, praising you, loving you so it took him a moment to wrap his head around this.

“Just a little. Like do whatever you want to me.” You looked at him painfully and confusingly innocent. “When we're at home I’m a mum and right now… I don’t want to be.” You giggled grabbing onto his biceps.

“I get it… “ he blew some air out accepting the idea. “Alright. You think that’ll be fun?” He laughed a little. You nodded “We’re gonna do this my way though.” He told you sternly.

“Okay.” You moaned as he quickly had his lips kissing on your neck, nibbling on your most sensitive spots. Like you weighed nothing Trent rolled you two over. You almost gasped, it caught you so off guard. He moved himself backwards and sat leaned against the hotel bed. He harshly pulled your legs up and over to straddle his thigh. Your heart was racing with excitement. You were trying your best not to smile.

“You know how much I love you, yeah? How much I respect you?” He asked you a question as his hard wrapped around your throat gently but with pressure. You nodded incredibly turned on. You didn’t realize but you were grinding on his leg already. Rubbing your throbbing clit against his muscular thigh. You were desperately wishing that you were riding him. Trent dropped his serious look when you nodded your understanding. His face fell into pure amusement seeing you now. He pushed his tongue in his cheek with a smile. You frowned at him when he gripped onto your hips holding you down. This was not what you thought you were signing up for. You pawed at his perfectly sculpted thighs begging for more movement, more friction, more of him. He smiled watching you desperately rub on on top of him, making yourself whimper. His hands on you felt like fire. “You like getting off on my thigh, baby.” He laughed, planting a kiss behind your ear teasingly. “Nah, what’s wrong? You said you wanted me, you got me… What’s wrong then?” He looked at you with a devious smile. You whined looking at him with puppy dogs hoping it would sway him but it did nothing. You looked at his hard cock laying up against his abs beginning to leak pre cum onto his tanned skin. It looked so good. You wanted him inside of you so bad you thought you might cry. “I can’t just spoil you all the time, pretty girl.” He cooed in a pompous way that made you want to scream. You had no idea you would get this desperate, you never realized how much he gave to you upfront. He could tell too but he was holding his ground. You asked for this. This was self inflicted.

“T… please, baby.” You whimpered. You made a poor attempt to grind against him. He loosened his hold on your waist letting your grind down more on him slipping on his thigh making a mess you were so wet. You were dripping all over him. He shook his head, not giving in to your complaints. You let go of his thigh in front of you and greedily wrapped your hands around his length. “I want to ride you, T… please. I need it, I need you, I need your cum.” You greedily begged. Trent swallowed trying his best to withstand this but he was struggling. His hands loosened on you. You quickly took advantage of this and moved off his thigh. You aligned his cock underneath you. You looked him in the eye for approval but he was so taken aback by your sudden movement that he couldn’t process what you were doing. Trent was aching to be buried inside you. You were the same, you couldn’t wait any longer, you had had enough of the teasing. You began to sink down onto his length. Trent threw his head back against the headboard letting out a rough groan. He opened his eyes to watch you take all of him. You looked so fucking hot when you were this needy for him, when you were so desperate that you took what you wanted and what you wanted was him. Your shoulders rolled forward and your jaw slacked, finally feeling him. Trent could’ve cum just from hearing you talking, no begging him like that.

“Fuck! That what you wanted, baby? You wanted my cock?” He sat up and dropped his hands to your hips helping you move up and down on him. You nodded pathetically. He smacked your ass. Not once, but again and then, when you moaned, again. “Such a good girl for me. Keep riding me just like this, baby. So good for me.” He praised you like he preferred and honestly you fucking loved it. Your pussy clenched every time he told you you were a good girl. He harshly thrusted up into you, pushing so deep it almost knocked the wind out of you. Your body collapsed onto his unable to stay up any longer. He held you tight to him, fucking up into you but not without a sweet kiss to your hair. He rolled you two over to be on top. You started to cry that's how good he was fucking you. He was so deep. You had cried in bed during sex before but Trent needed to make sure you were okay. “Baby… tell me we’re okay, yeah? You want to keep going?” He asked you with the most sincere loving look.

“Yeah, please T. It’s okay, I’m okay, please, T. Keep fucking me. It's so good.” You spoke with a tremor in your voice. He hovered over you propped up by his arms. His strokes were strong and deep. Your foot dragged down his back sensually pulling him closer to you. He moved his face closer to you. You kissed him softly. “I can handle it, promise.” You cooed. Trent buried his face into your neck with a groan. You loved the way he smelt all the time but there was something about the way he did when he was in bed with you, his cologne had faded, mixed with a bit of sweat and he was so close to you it wafted all around you.

“Good.” He replied a little relieved you were okay and a lot relieved because he was loving every second of this. “Want me to be rough with you? You want to be a whore just for me?” He whispered in your ear and your pussy clenched exponentially tighter around him. He couldn’t help but laugh a little. “Yeah? You like that baby? You only get to do this with me. No one else can ever touch you.” Trent told you sternly continuing to fuck you. He pulled back and picked up one of your legs switching positions. You looked so perfect underneath him. He didn’t really think of you like his whore, you were a fucking angel for him and only him but he’d play along if it got you like this.

“I love you. Oh my god, T! Just for you, Only with you.” You whimpered trying to stop yourself from drooling. He smiled hearing you tell him that. His dimples appeared in his gorgeous smile. “Fuck!” You whine, balling the sheets under you into your fists. Trent groaned, feeling and hearing how wet you were. He loved that he got you this way. He leaned over again to whisper in your ear but before he spoke you grabbed onto his wrist squeezing it tightly as he railed into you.

“Wanna hold my hand baby?” He cooed before he nipped a kiss on your neck. That’s exactly what you wanted. You whined and pouted almost on the verge of tears again. He pulled away from your neck and sat back a little but still remained inside you.

“T… You moaned desperate for him to continue. He gave you a cheeky smile seeing your pout but then flicked his gaze down to your glistening pussy stuffed full of him. His lips curled into another smile but this one was different. This was a sinister smile. He guided his thumb to your clit and pressed hard shapes down over it. You were squirming beneath him.

“Baby.” He snapped at you in a cold tone. Your jaw slacked and you tried to still. He pushed his thighs wider to move your legs further apart and upward. The air of the cold hotel room sent a chill up your spine as it reached your sensitive wet core. Then to your surprise Trent slapped his hand against your folds. Not gently mind you, but definitely not overtly mean either just enough to have you whining and fidgeting.

“T, I’m gonna cum. Please!” You cried. He tapped at your sensitive throbbing clit with wet slaps.

“Go ahead, baby. Cum f’me. That’s okay.” Trent didn’t often deny you of an orgasm. He felt like he was winning if that was happening so it was always a bit of an ego boost but you didn’t care what it was you wouldn’t have been able to hold this one. Your high crashed over you and you gushed.Your arousal dripping from your pussy. “Such a messy girl f’me. Such a messy pussy.” Trent cooed smiling proudly watching you squirt onto him, your release running down your thighs. He ran his thumb back over your clit and you couldn’t handle it. It was way too much.

“Trent, itt’s too much, ah please, T.” The first name either meant you were really happy or really serious. The desperation in your voice had Trent leaning towards the ladder so he stopped.

“Good girl. You okay?” He asked sweetly and you nodded. “I love you, baby. Doing so good f’me.” He cooed, bringing his drenched fingers covered in your sweet arousal up to your mouth. “Taste, beautiful.” He whispered, dragging them over your lips. You opened your mouth and let him push them in. You moaned, swirling your tongue over his fingers. “My good girl.” He cooed once more, pulling them out of your mouth now. He kissed your lips and you whined. “Still want me to hold your hand?” He asked but you couldn’t focus as he began to fuck you again. “Keep being a good girl for me and cum on my cock again. Can you do that f’me?” He asked, beginning to start drilling into you again. You tried to nod but your eyes rolled back before you could in the cutest way. It was very lewd but somehow managed to be cute. After a long while of sheer bliss the knot in your stomach tightened again.

“I’m gonna cum, T… Oh my fucking god!.” You choked out a whine feeling him hit deeper inside. Your pussy was throbbing. “I wanna cum, baby!” You cried out desperately sweet.

“Tell me how deep you feel me, baby? Tell me first. Show me.” He instructed you sternly but incredibly smooth and loving. It was almost confusing but your head was gone anyways. This was ethereal. Just the way Trent was speaking to you made you feel like you were going to orgasm. You could feel the vein running down the length of his cock slide inside your walls. You moaned pathetically. You threw your head back onto the pillow as your legs began to shake utterly fraught. “Baby” He cooed trying to get you to come back to him and the moment to answer him.

“Can feel you right here, T. You’re so deep, fuck, baby.” You mewled, taking one of his big hands and guiding it towards the place on your stomach where you could see the impression of him. Trent’s cock twitched and he let out a groan before a small greedy breathless laugh. He leaned forward over you more and nipped at your neck.

“You take me so well, baby. Shit. You’re fucking perfect.” He purred into your ear. You shut your eyes but opened them wide when you felt him drag his hand back down towards your clit. You were of two minds. Part of you wanted to scream and tell him enough and part of you wanted to scream and tell him you wanted more. He began to rub your clit in precise movements. “Always so wet f’me. Wanna cum with me, baby? I need to cum inside this pussy.”

“T… baby.” you cried. You could only manage his name. You fell apart curse words falling from your lips repeatedly. You were at your limit. The drag of his cock had you almost delirious. His fingers dug into your skin. Trent rolled his head back in pleasure as he thrusted into you one more time before he spilled into your tight heat. You gently tried to roll your hips up into him more to help him ride out his high. “So good f’me, baby. Did so good.” He laid over top of you nuzzling his face into the nape of your neck. He pressed a sweet kiss to your warm skin. After your breathing began to calm slightly he rolled off you collapsing against his side of the bed. You inched back over to him not wanting to be apart for long. He wrapped his arm around you and pulled you tight. Your head laid on his chest. You could hear his heart racing. “Good girl.” He murmured out completely exhausted before he kissed your hair. You giggled. A smile stretching across your face. You almost liked this part better. That’s a lie but it was a close second. “You just wanted to be a little dirty for me, huh?” Trent spoke to you with his eyes closed and a blissful smirk. You had him whipped. He was down bad for your pussy but also completely in another way. Trent didn’t think he could describe it. There was nothing to describe because it was simply indescribable. He couldn’t even tell his friends because as much as they would talk about their sex lives they wouldn’t understand the amount of love he had for you and why it made sex so great.

“I just don’t want you to forget that I’m still like me, like pre baby me, pre mum. I still want you to want me. To have fun with me.” You giggled shyly stroking your hand over his bicep.

“Baby, come on… I want you all the time. We can have more fun but I didn’t want to pressure you. We can do this whenever you want. You know I just want to take care of you. I love you so much.” he pouted looking at you. Every time he looked at you, that's what you were. You were the mother of his child. His whole world revolved around you. That didn’t mean he didn’t find you sexy and definitely didn’t mean he didn’t want to have sex all the time but he just was such a melt for you.

“You're such a mushy lover boy.” You teased pitching at his cheek before dragging your thumb over his flushed plump lips.

“Only for you.. embarrassing for you.” He laughed and shook his head. He knew he was down bad. He felt a little pathetic but he didn’t want to be any other way for you. When he woke up in the morning you were tucked in his arms wearing his t-shirt. He smiled looking at your sleeping figure. You looked so beautiful wrapped up like that. He wanted to stare at you all day and the funny thing was he knew he wouldn’t get bored of it either.

“Hi” you giggled, fluttering your eyes open, feeling his gaze on you.

“Mmm good morning to the most beautiful girl in the world.” He cooed.

“Gimme a kiss please.” You whispered greedily and reached up for him. You pecked his lips and tried to return back to your place.

“Nah, gimme a proper kiss please” he spoke softly in the quiet morning. A soft smile took over your face, your hands gliding to cup his cheek. You kissed him softly, your lips moving perfectly sleepily, your bodies heating up again.

“I want you, T…” You moaned into his mouth dragging your body to lay on top of his finding yourself waking up incredibly horny still thinking about last night.

“Hold on Jude’s calling me…” Trent suddenly stopped your very heated moment. You looked at him like he was crazy. He was stopping you to talk to Jude? He laughed seeing your response. He picked up his phone off the night stand and kissed your temple. “I want to hear about last night!” he explained, gesturing towards you like ‘don’t you?’ You nodded as he answered.

“Yo, bro you alright?” Jude spoke calmly but something felt… off.

“Yeah, mate all good.” Trent tried to emulate the same emotion back but clearly they were both beating around the bush about what they wanted to know.

“Just wanted ask you about something quick, you got a second? Lauren is out with my mum so I only have a little bit of time.” Jude explained. You could hear him say Lauren was out with Denise but not very clearly. You looked at Trent and mouthed excitedly ‘This is my point!’ emphasizing the fact that Lauren and Denise together so often should’ve been a clear indicator that they weren’t nothing. Lauren liked to tell herself she did want a relationship but it was hard to ignore when it was perfectly laid for her. It was so obvious though. She’s was here in Madrid all the time. She was here in Madrid all the time… at his house. Although, she struggled wrapping her head around it. It was almost like Jude was too good for her. Lauren really believed she deserved the best. She deserved a man that looked like Jude, that had the status Jude did but how nice he was to her? Unprecedented. Uncharted territory for her. She was in a group chat with his family. She’d never been a family group chat with a boy’s family before. She was apart of their conversations, their daily life. She knew when his dad’s birthday was. She was rattled Jude and her had even continued talking after they met in Greece let alone know his families birthdays. Oh boy did they talk after Greece. Maybe ‘talking’ isn’t the right word… it did start out more like a sexing escapade but falling asleep on the phone with someone with all her clothes on in another country became more common than the nude photos she was sending. She couldn’t believe she’d wake up in his bed now months later and she’d want to stay there with him. She didn’t stop him when he held her hand or he kissed her temple. She had become a melt and it terrified her.

“I think I am dating Lauren.” Jude told Trent with an unsure tone. ‘Act surprised!!’ you mouthed to Trent. You shoved at him excitedly. He nodded understanding you.

“Shit, really?” He responded as excited as Trent would normally to not freak Jude out. Trent wasn’t exactly someone who was screaming too often. “So, you asked her to be your girlfriend?” Trent asked curiously, wondering how serious their conversation last night was. Your eyes widened hearing Trent say the word.

“Nah, nah, no. I didn’t. I don’t think it’s like that.” Jude explained. Trent sat up in bed and you followed. You moved to sit beside him crossed legged, laying your head on his shoulder eager to hear what was being said. ‘Move it to speaker’ you whispered, gesturing to Trent. Trent laid his phone on the bed for you to listen as well. He shook his head though turning to face you. ‘This is fucked up’ he mouthed to you ‘He’s talking to me not you.’ You waved your hand dismissing him.

“I’m not sure she wants to date me. I feel like a fucking idiot, bro. I don’t mean this to sound obnoxious but I’ve been actively choosing to not talk to other girls for her. My messages are stacked.” You rolled your eyes listening to Jude talk about his ‘big sacrifice and full inboxes.' “but I want her and I am not sure she’s interested in that.” Then Jude continued and you felt bad. You knew Lauren was terrified but you were almost angry at her for making Jude sound so sad. It seemed silly because they both wanted the same thing.

“Why would you say that? She’s there all the time, mate. She’s with your mum right now. It’s not like Denise would be with her just because. She has to like her.” Trent explained going off his own experience. Mums of all boys and professional athletes on top of that, no matter how kind they were, they were not messing about. They were not putting up with any riff raff Jude or Trent would try to bring home. It maybe would be unexpected to most, although not surprising to you because you’d seen it first hand before but Denise loved Lauren. Despite her outgoing nature and unfiltered mouth around you, Lauren was incredibly polite. She had great people skills. If you put her at a dinner table in any country she’d have the best manners by a mile. She spoke a few languages, she was well traveled, unbelievably smart. Lauren was every parent’s dream until she was sneaking out, and going out. When it came to the hours of the night, things took a different direction. But unless it was Lauren’s own parents, no one knew what was going on. She was incredibly sly. She’d go out till 5 in the morning and arrived to a charity event at 7 am looking like she just walked out of a salon. You admired her craftsmanship and boys were obsessed with it. She embodied ‘lady in the streets but a freak in the bed.’

“Of course my mum likes her. She knows I’m in love with her.” Jude said matter of fact quickly explaining one of the reasons Denise liked Lauren. You slapped your hand over your mouth to suppress the scream you wanted to let out. You flopped back onto the bed kicking your feet . You sat up to listen more though and squeezed Trent bicep. Your long nails dug into his soft skin. “Fuck….” Jude sighed “Don’t… don’t tell Y/N I said that. I gotta figure this out somehow. What do I do?” He sounded so defeated.

“Ow” Trent swatted at your hand for you to release his arm from your grip. Once you did he turned his attention back to the phone. “You could talk to her, ya know.” Trent said to Jude like it was obvious. “When do you usually talk?” He asked. Jude went silent trying to think of a better answer than the truth. “Okay, well fine. When you’re in bed then.” You smiled loving Trent’s ability to read people. He was so intuitive. It was amazing, sometimes annoying when it was directed at you, but amazing nonetheless. “Ask her then.”

“Bro, I told her last night if she needed time,I’d wait for her but she cut me off and told me she was ready.” Jude explained a brief excerpt of their conversation last night.

“I don’t see the problem then, what are we talking about here?” Trent asked slightly confused that if Lauren said she was ready what was Jude freaking out about.

“Bro! I don’t know what I’m talking about! I don’t know what we’re doing.” Jude ranted about him and Lauren very confused. Trent paused thinking for a minute. The line going silent which bothered Jude. “Oh fuck off, mate. I gotta go, they just got back home. Go enjoy your perfect family.” He snipped.

“I was just thinking! Relax!” Trent laughed at his dramatics. “I’ll talk to you online tomorrow, mate.” Trent said goodbye but Jude was long gone. They’d always be online playing FIFA but you were curious if they’d continue this conversation or skip over it. You guessed you’d find out.

“I need to talk to Lauren!” You reached for your phone plugged in still on the bedside table. Trent stopped you and grabbed your arm pulling you back to him.

“You need to not do that. That’s not fair to him. Let them work it out.” Trent explained. You understood his rational it was the more adult thing to do but it was hard not to meddle when there was a potential relationship happening between your friends. You followed Trent’s guidance though. You took a much needed shower after last night but climbed back into bed immediately after. You fell back asleep not long after. Around 8 am Dianne let herself into your hotel room. You had told her to do so. The suite had a few rooms so it wasn’t like she was walking directly into where your bed would be.

“Good morning” She sang bouncing Teddy in her arms. “I have a very special delivery.” She laughed, kissing Teddy’s cheek. Teddy giggled. You were passed out still but Trent could identify that cute sound from a mile away.

“My teddy bear, C’mere!” Trent cooed, seeing them enter the other room. Dianne set Teddy on her own two feet. Trent sat upright so she was able to see where he was in the bed.

“Dada!!” She squealed with a giggle, waking the best and fastest she could to him. Trent shuffled to the side of the bed and scooped her up off the ground under her arms and plopped her to sit on top of his abs. She had the biggest smile on her face. Completely transfixed on him.

“I like your pretty bows. Did nana do your hair?” Trent asked, pulling one of her tiny ringlet curls straight letting it bounce back. Dianne had put Teddy's hair into two high ponytails with little bows on each one. It was really fucking cute. Teddy nodded and turned back to point to where Dianne was but Dianne had gone into another room already letting you all have your morning after she had waved to Trent.

“Mama!” In the midst of Teddy’s search to find Dianne she clocked that you were next to her and Trent. She pressed her tiny palm to your face. Leaning her weight down squishing your cheek.

“Oh gentle, Ted. Mummy is sleepy.” Trent cooed with a laugh pulling her chubby arm away from you. Teddy giggled looking in between you two. You woke up with a smile on your face.

“Is that my baby? My beautiful girl!” You pulled her off Trent and into your arms. You squished her to your chest and rolled side to side giving her the tightest hug. “Helllooo. How are you, Teddy girl?” You sang giving her a big kiss.

“Hugwy mama” she cooed. Her little hands grabbing at you. Her face lit up in excitement. You pouted a little bit that she was starting to be able to communicate so effectively. It was a few words here and there but food was important so this was really good. “Should we get breakfast?” You asked and her eyes drew wider. Teddy loved breakfast. You think it was because it was a meal that the three of you got to share a lot together. Before training Trent could spend time with you so the word definitely sparked excitement. You pulled her extra close to you and she giggled more. “Should we invite dada?” You whispered in her ear cheekily looking back over to Trent. You pulled her away from you a little. She squealed for Trent. A loud ‘dada’ echoing through the room. She wiggled out of your hold and crawled back over to him not without practically stepping all over you. Using your face to push off of with her hands for leverage. You couldn’t help but laugh at her eagerness.

“I’ll take you, mama, and nana to breakfast if you gimme a big kiss, Ted.” Trent told Teddy helping her over you.

“Kiss?” She questioned him and tilted her head. Trent reached up and tapped his finger against his lips. She smiled and leaned forward.

“Mwah! Good girl. Thank you so so much. You make daddy so happy., baby bear” He cooed with a slight laugh. You got up eventually and told Dianne the plan. Trent showered while you got Teddy dressed and ready then you began to do your makeup. While you were in the ensuite Teddy waddled in carrying your purse to bring it to you.

“Thank you!” You giggled seeing the bag that wasn’t that big next to you look massive against her small frame. You weren’t dressed yet so you didn’t need it any time soon but you appreciated her effort. It was sweet. “You’re so stylish, Ted. Want to hold onto it for me?” Her face pulled into a greedy smile excited to get to keep hold of it. She just carried it around the room, taking it everywhere she went until you left and even after that.

“C’mere, baby.” Trent took your hand in his as you walked down a sunny Spanish street while you pushed Teddy’s pram. You had eaten breakfast and decided to take a longer route back to the hotel before your flight home this evening. Teddy held your bag for you in her seat. She hugged it like it was a stuffed animal, suddenly that was the toy of the day. You didn’t mind, whatever made her happy. “You like mummy’s bag? Should we get you one?” Trent asked her with a childish smile crouching to be level with her as you waited for the crosswalk to change.

“T… no, that's insane” You smiled at the offer and as funny as it was you knew he was serious. He wanted to buy her a bag. Not one for little girls, a real designer bag.

“C’mon it’ll be cute!” He pleaded with you. Dianne shook her head and shrugged when you looked at her for back up. She knew just what you did, if he wanted to do something he was going to do it.

“Baby, she's 15 months old, I don’t want you to buy her stuff like that. I don’t want her to be like that where she expects you to get her gifts unannounced.” You tried to explain to him the reality of why buying someone under the age of two a bag like this was ridiculous. Yes, they’re investment pieces, you believed that, but what was she going to do with it? You felt the same way when your mom gifted her Judith Leiber.

“What? Like you…” He raised his eyebrows teasing you. He kissed you and slid his hands around you to hold your waist. You relaxed feeling his lips on yours. Forgetting what he was saying momentarily.

“Funny.” You smiled in your kiss and rolled your eyes.

“C’mon imagine how cute she’d look matching with her beautiful…” He kissed you again. “Sexy…” Then another kiss. “mummy.” You shook your head as you hid your face in the nape of his neck. “What you being shy for? What? Want me to stop flirting with you?” He laughed a little, cupping your cheeks.

“You’re flirting with me?” You asked, playing innocent biting back the sly grin forming on your face.

“Yeah… I’m flirting with you, baby.” He smiled back at you devastatingly beautiful, like always. You felt your heart flutter and your knees go a little weak. That face, that face would get you every single time.

“I like when you flirt with me.” You admitted running your hands over his shoulders.

“I'm always going to flirt with you." He cheekily squeezed you ass.

“You’re dumb.” You whispered back to him before pulling away.

“And you’re beautiful.” He said before he turned back to Dianne and Teddy in her pram. “And you're absolutely perfect. What do you think? Dior? Should we go look, Ted?” He cooed picking her up.

“I wasn’t ever going to win, was I.” You shut your eyes softly before turning to Dianne again.

“No hun.” She left wrapping her arm around you as you trailed Trent following his beeline path to the shop. You browsed for quite awhile with a nice sales associate discussing what you wanted now embarrassingly on board with the purchase.

“Wait, this is really cute.” You said aloud.

“Oh? I’m sorry I thought you didn’t want anything.” Trent teased you pitching your waist while he held Teddy.

“Hush!” You told him to be quiet before you turned your attention back to the sales associate.” I feel like I don’t want to get her something too niche. Does that make sense? It should still be cute and girlie for her but I don't know.” You babbled on trying to make a decision you couldn’t decide. Trent gave you a smug teasing look. You swatted your hand at him then focused on the two different sizes of a bag the women had pulled out for you. You landed on getting Teddy a micro Lady Dior and yourself a medium both in the same blue color you thought was good. It was good for all seasons which was always a good thing. You initially thought you wanted a pink shade but you were nervous it would maybe not be her vibe. You were still trying to sus out more and more of her personality. You did ask her though, holding two of the same bag in front of her, one blue, one pink and she pointed to the blue so that was also a driving factor. You checked out and left the store, shopping bags carried by Trent. “Can we say thank you, daddy?” you cooed with a cheesy smile and a soft giggle bouncing Teddy on your hip. Trent just kissed both your foreheads.

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novelconcepts · 26 days ago

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Honestly…I’m not thrilled with this. Even setting aside that Van was one of my favorite characters, I just don’t think this is a great direction to take the show in? I felt the same about Lottie’s death and she’s not one of the characters I feel super-strongly for.

This show shines when the survivors are together and when it’s exploring the trauma of the wilderness. Killing off characters willy-nilly before they get a chance to settle into the story (IE interact with a wide range of character and actually get some damn character development *cough cough*) feels like the antithesis of that—especially considering the ways by which both characters died. (And the introduction of Melissa felt particularly sloppy, too, which didn’t help.)

I also read an interview with Tawny and Lauren; they made it pretty clear they didn’t feel that Van’s death had been earned, and Lauren in particular expressed confusion about the direction of the show. They 100% have my agreement there—like, what are we doing? From what Lauren said, it also seems as though she was misled a little in terms of the size/time-frame of the role. And if so, that’s…not great. If it’s true, it definitely contextualizes a lot of what Simone Kessell was saying a few weeks back. (Though I acknowledge that, as the audience, we aren’t privy to the full truth and never will be.)

I really wish I had the vocabulary to discuss this more eloquently, because right now it feels like I’m coming off as someone who just doesn’t like the direction the story went and is using that as an excuse to call the show bad. So I’m sorry for that, ha ha. Please believe me when I say that’s not what’s going on here! I genuinely believe that the quality of storytelling on this show has declined in some aspects and this death was the cherry on top of a bummer sundae. Yeah, damn, I really wish I could articulate this better LOL.

It’s a whole mess and it’s really soured me on this show going forward. I’ll still watch because I have a completionism problem LOL but certainly not with the same enthusiasm. I just feel so frustrated on behalf of all these actors, who have done a beautiful job bringing these characters to life and don’t seem thrilled with the direction of the story either.

Anyway, I don’t know anyone else online or IRL that watches this show, so that’s why I’m here. My apologies for dumping this whole essay into your inbox; that being said, I’d love to hear your thoughts on this, as you seem to be pretty chill about Van’s death. (Hella impressive, by the way.) For now I’ll be living in your amazing fluffy fics!

Hey, your feelings are valid. So the way I’m looking at it is this: I wouldn’t have written this season this way. My version would have included a lot more time with the survivors, a lot less murder mystery, not having lost Lottie or Van, and not worrying about Jeff’s whole furniture thing. Like I do want to be clear. My version of this story doesn’t look like this.

The thing is…it isn’t my story. It’s a sandbox I sometimes play in for fun, but otherwise, it’s a roller coaster I’ve agreed to ride. And I’ve always enjoyed the part of the ride in the 90s more than the adult bit, because I love the “how we got here” narrative. So the adult timeline doing things I sometimes blink at doesn’t shock me; it’s always been Iike that for me.

I don’t know that I agree the writing has gone downhill so much as that the kind of story they are telling is shifting season to season. For both good and ill, this show has always played cross-genre sport, and it’s really trying to lean right now into the murder and mystery and paranoia. I don’t think it’s being unsuccessful, exactly, but I do think we are in the dead middle of the arc, and I dunno about you, but I always tend to find the middle unsatisfactory compared to the beginning and end of a story. Because we’re in the middle, we know what the glory of the beginning was, so we’re going to hold everything up to that standard. And this show probably WILL be like Orphan Black, in that the first season will always be its strongest. Which is okay. I still think, even at its weak points, it’s the best thing on TV (I’m not watching the Big Hit Loves, and I won’t be, so this is entirely subjective opinion. But hey, what isn’t?).

I’m not happy about Van’s death. I’m not happy about Lottie’s, either. I think both actors expected to be on the ride longer, and I’d have loved to keep them. But I do believe this is a story about trauma and hauntings and death chasing you down even when you think you’re free. I think death is inherently unfair, and that life is sometimes crueler in comparison. I think those are points it’s making, and making well. That what you survive doesn’t ensure anything, doesn’t shine up your story; it just means you survived that thing. And then you face wherever is next. Do I want to watch Swank instead of Ambrose next season? Not particularly. But will I, because I love this show, because I’m obsessed with the narrative, because I need to know what these cryptic plane death sequences are leading to? Hell yeah, dude. And I’m not gonna spread my disgruntled feelings about specifics too far, because like…in the end, it ain’t my story. And I want to see where it goes.

(Also, we always get to keep Liv and Thatcher and Courtney, and that is immensely important to me. We get to keep the characters we love. We just know they have a tragic ending—like every character who won’t make it out of those woods. I do believe this show will end with most or all of them gone. I think that’s the point.)

#ask #yellowjackets #yj spoilers #my apologies if there are any typos or if this comes off badly #I’m literally speed typing it at my work desk when I shouldn’t be #but yeah! it’s okay not to groove on every plot point!#there’s a lot about the adult timeline I’ve been shrugging over since the start #but ultimately I love more than I dislike and I like leaning into that love #I want more #and it feels healthier and happier to focus on my joys #even in the hardest scenes we get such stellar performances #and I’m obsessed through and through

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jessicaloons · 2 months ago

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Miss Americana and the Heartbreak Prince:

Chapter 14

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The Heartbreak Prince

"I haven’t seen you this relaxed at a race weekend in a while…" Carlos looked at Charles after they finished the promo shoot with Shell.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, that since the beginning of the season you were there physically maybe, but not with your head. You hated to film the challenges and basically everything that kept you away from Monaco longer than needed…"

"Oh-… did many people notice?" Charles asked and the Spanish driver chuckled.

"Depends… is almost the whole team many people?"

"Damn…"

"But whatever it was that brought you down, it seems to be over?" Carlos raised an eyebrow.

"I wouldn’t say it’s over, but I found a solution that is more than satisfying…" Charles smiled, thinking about Lauren getting settled in at his place back in Monaco.

"Yeah? That’s good. It was boring to win every C2 challenge…"

"You did NOT win every challenge…" the Monegasque driver rolled his eyes, laughing.

"But a lot of them…" Carlos pushed him a little when they walked to the car that was supposed to bring them back to their hotel.

The drive was short and when they arrived, Silvia already waited for them in the hotel lobby, typing away on her phone as always.

"Ahhh! There you are, perfect. The car will pick you up at 7. Please don’t be late. Please look presentable. The sponsor dinner is important. Carlos, your girlfriend accompanies you, right?"

"Yeah. She will…" he replied and the redhead nodded, her eyes landing on Charles.

"You’ll accompany Sofia Lores, she’s the daughter of the CEO of, what we hope to be, our new sponsor for next year. She’s here for this weekend and I want you to make her feel extra welcome and maybe e-…" Silvia began but Charles interrupted her immediately.

"Ok, no. Time-out. What? Why?" he asked.

"Because you don’t have a girlfriend and we want her to have an amazing weekend. Making her happy will makes her father happy." she answered without looking up from her phone "So you will be her company for tonight and the rest of the weekend. I want you to just show her-… I don’t know, the motorhomes. Your drivers room. The garage. Explain her how the car works. I don’t care. I just want her to tell her dad that she had fun and everyone was nice and friendly to her."

"Yeah but that doesn’t mean that I have to-…" Charles began but this time Silvia interrupted him.

"Charles. Please do this for me. For the team. I’m not asking much of you this season, but this is important. We want to leave a good impression on him." there was a finality in her voice and he sighed, then slowly nodded.

"Okay… but I’m not babysitting her the whole time. I accompany her tonight to the dinner, show her around the paddock and the garage and all that tomorrow, but that’s it. I’m going to be nice to her when I see her, but I’m not taking care of her from Friday on… I need to focus on racing." Charles looked at her and she smiled.

"Thank you…"

"Maybe she’s cute." Carlos winked at Charles when they got out of the car, helping his girlfriend.

"I don’t care about that…" Charles replied, sighing "I just do it because Silvia is right. She’s not bugging me as much as usually this season…"

"That is true." the Spaniard laughed "She’s bugging me."

"Sorry…" Charles held up his hands "It’s going to get better from now on. I prom-…"

"What’s going to get better from now on?" Silvia interrupted, a big fake smile on her lips.

"Oh- umm nothing." Carlos lied and then looked at the girl next to her.

"Right. Charles meet Sofia Lores." the redhead introduced the blonde girl to him.

"Hi, nice to meet you." he smiled at her, shaking her hand.

"Nice to meet you, too. And you too, Carlos." Sofia turned to Carlos, shaking his hand as well "My father is talking about you guys all the time."

"Hopefully only good things, yeah?" Silvia chimed in but the girl just shrugged.

"Mostly about how valuable they are to the brand Ferrari. Based on popularity rather than performance…"

"Good to know." Charles grumbled, not really liking this kind of evaluation of his person.

"I mean, he’s a businessman after all. That’s his job. But I can reassure you, he’s also a fan of you as drivers and thinks you’re both doing well…" Sofia looked at him.

"Great." he replied, looking at Silvia "Shall we go inside?"

"Yes, definitely! Let’s go." she ushered the two couples inside, looking at Charles pointedly and he rolled his eyes, offering Sofia his arm, who accepted it "Wonderful."

"Absolutely." Carlos winked at Charles and they followed Silvia to a table in the middle of the room, set up on a little stage.

"These are your seats. Enjoy the evening. Later on you’re both asked some questions and that’s it. Mingle with the guests. Smile. Represent." she smiled and then rushed off, leaving the two couple alone.

"Mingle. Smile. Represent." Charles and Carlos said in unison, laughing and Sofia cocked an eyebrow.

"Not our first rodeo." Charles explained and they sat down.

"She couples you up with the daughters of every sponsor, future and present?" she asked curious.

"Umm-… no, I mean-… not always."

"Relax, I’m just messing with you. It’s not my first rodeo either. The amount of dinners I’ve been to where someone was trying to impress me just to get a deal with my father… it’s staggering."

"Well, I’m not like that. Silvia wants me to be, but I don’t care. I don’t even know who your father is… I have no clue who’s the new sponsor." Charles admitted and Sofia looked surprised.

"You don’t? No? Well that’s a first…"

But before Charles could say anything else Fred and John Elkann entered the stage, welcoming everyone to the dinner. The next minutes there were more speeches followed by the dinner arriving and a comforting small talk settled over the table. Charles checked his phone if Lauren texted and his face lit up when there was indeed a text from her. A picture of Ava, sleeping away in her nanny’s arms.

"Who got you smiling like that?" Carlos asked out of the blue and several heads at the table turned, looking at Charles.

"Oh- umm-… it’s my- my mum. She wasn’t feeling that good the past days and she texted me know that she feels better again." he lied but no one seemed to notice and asked any further questions.

The rest of the night Charles did his best to be his most charming, well mannered self. Talking with Sofia and other sponsors, always praising the team, highlighting how well everyone was doing their job. And when it was finally time for him to leave, Sofia kissed both his cheeks goodbye, saying how excited she was for the next day making Silvia look at him satisfied, giving him the thumbs up.

"And here is my little corner. All my stuff is here, my helmets and gloves. Phone and headphones and this…" Charles showed Sofia his notebook.

"A diary?"

"No! I mean… actually, kinda? Yeah? It’s my notebook. I write down my thoughts. Ideas. What I have to work on, or what worked out great…" he explained when Mia waved at him "Well yeah, that was our garage, I have to go now. Press conference. I drop you off at the Ferrari hospitality on the way."

"Yeah. Sure." she followed him outside where Mia was already waiting.

"Mia, that’s Sofia Lores. Sofia, Mia, my media assistant."

"Nice to meet you." Mia nodded at the girl who smiled "You’re in a group with Max, Lewis, Alex and Lance."

Charles nodded and then stopped at the hospitality.

"You can just go inside or stroll around the paddock, feel free to do whatever you want, a little tip from me, go to the tent with the stroopwaffles. You’ll love it. I could eat a whole bunch of them, but well I can’t…" Charles smiled at Sofia who tilted her head a little "Just ask someone around where you can get stroopwaffles and you’re good."

"I think I will do that… thanks Charles, have fun at your press con. I’ll see you later around." she waved him goodbye and stepped inside.

"She seems to be quite nice…" Mia said with a smug grin and Charles frowned.

"You look like Mia, but you sound like Silvia…"

"Oh take that back!" she boxed his upper arm laughing "I’m just saying, she seems to be nice, not like totally horrible ruining your weekend like."

"She is, but that’s all. She’s nice. End of story…"

"All right. End of story."

"Lukas Riva, ESPN Spain. Question for Charles. Last season during the summer break you and your girlfriend split. One of the reasons cited was that you wanted to focus more on your career. But last night you didn’t leave the sponsor dinner alone, that same girl is today now also in the paddock and you showed her around, is the Heartbreak Prince back?"

Charles was pissed. Annoyed. Exhausted. Questions like this were one of the reasons he hated media day. Journalists asking questions that had nothing to do with the sport, only his private life. Like a tacky gossip magazine just waiting for the next rumour to spread. He took a deep breath before he answered.

"I think it’s time you realise that not every girl I’m seen with is automatically my girlfriend." Charles answered, putting the microphone down. That was all the reporter would get.

"All right, that’s it, good luck to our drivers."

Charles jumped off, leaving the room as fast as possible so that Mia struggled to keep up with him.

"Ignore these kind of questions, Charles." she tried to calm him down as soon as they reached the Ferrari hospitality.

"It’s annoying." he just sighed and they stepped inside.

"I know. They’re idiots. Ignore it. Let’s focus on more important things. I talked to Silvia and Fred and we came up with a plan for Lauren."

"Okay?" Charles mood shifted immediately and he looked around, his heart pounding, not from excitement.

"She will be a media assistant. Her exact role no one will know, except Silvia, Fred and the board. That’s the official story. She will get her own pass and little office, always close to your drivers room. We will provide a bed for Ava and some stuff for them to fill their day. Of course Lauren will have to wear Ferrari gear and a work desk with laptop and all will be set up if someone happens to wander in there. To keep up her story." Mia explained and Charles nodded "She will be picked up in the hotel and brought back to the hotel from one of our staff. Using the back entrance so she doesn’t have to walk through the whole paddock with Ava."

"You really thought about everything!" he was impressed, but above all he was thankful "Thank you Mia, really. You outdid yourself."

"It was nothing, a little brain storming with Silvia and Fred and we came up with our plan. Let’s see in Singapore how it will work out and where we need to adjust it." she smiled and Charles leaned back in his chair.

It looked like his mother’s plan really would work. Ava by his side. His mum could focus again on her hair salon, without always taking care of Ava. The CPS could back off, because now he did what they wanted. Lauren was living in a real home, not a storage room. Everything seemed to work out just perfectly.

"I’m going to FaceTime them…" Charles got up and went upstairs to his room, plopping down on the sofa.

He was excited to tell Lauren the good news, how she would be here without anyone bothering. He waited for the call to connect and as soon as she picked up, his heart began to race.

"Hi…" she smiled at him, her eyes big "I didn’t expect you to call this early…"

"Oh you know, I had a little time to kill and thought I’d check in with you. What are you guys up to?"

"Oh umm-… nothing. Ava just woke up from her nap so I left her in her crib for a little while, as long as she doesn’t cry she can get used to be in there for a bit."

Something about her voice was different. She wasn’t her usual shy yet bubbly self. She was more timid. Closed off but before Charles could ask what was going on, he heard Ava’s faint whining.

"Oh wait…" she got up and he heard rustling in the back "Shhh little Miss Sunshine, look who’s here!"

Lauren stepped back into the picture a grumpy looking Ava in her arms, but the moment she spotted Charles her face lit up and she smiled at him.

"Hi, my little princess…" he cooed at her "I miss you…"

"And she misses you… she can’t wait for you to come back, isn’t that so, my little cutie pie?" Lauren whispered, tickling Ava’s tummy a little.

"Is everything okay? You’re settling in well?" he asked and Lauren nodded.

"Everything is perfect." she smiled.

"And what do y-…" Charles began when his door opened and Sofia stepped in, on the phone herself. He put his phone down, so that Sofia didn’t see his screen and then looked at her "Sofia, can I help you?"

"Oh shit, I’m so sorry! I asked someone if there is a quiet place where I could make a phone call and they said I could use your room…" she apologised.

"Oh, well, it’s occupied." Charles tried to joke and she nodded.

"Yeah- umm sorry again! I’m leaving!" Sofia walked out, closing the door and Charles took a deep breath before he turned his phone around, facing it again.

"I’m sorry-…" he began but he only saw the ceiling of his living room "Lauren?"

"One second…" he heard her voice from somewhere further away from the phone.

"Everything okay?"

"Yup. Ava had a little puke attack…" steps towards the phone "Well that was something."

"Everything okay?" Charles repeated and Lauren nodded.

"Now, yep."

"Okay… umm- sorry about that…" he began.

"She’s pretty. I saw some pictures of you from last night." again something in her voice that Charles couldn’t place, but didn’t like "And I have to say, the bag she carried today? She really has a good style… good choice Charles." she tried to sound funny, but her smile didn’t reach her eyes and Charles felt the urge to explain to her that he wasn’t dating Sofia.

"She’s the daughter of a potential new sponsor and Silvia asked me to accompany her last night to the dinner and show her around today. She seems nice but yeah, I’m pretty sure she’s bored being here…" Charles explained, hoping that Lauren believed him.

"Is that part of your job? Charming your sponsors daughters?" she asked and he nodded.

"Charming the sponsor, their wives, daughters, sons, everyone. Most of the time I don’t even know what sponsor it is I’m talking too, just like I don’t even know who Sofia’s father is, big according to Silvia it’s a big sponsor. That’s why she wants me to be on my best behaviour…"

"And are you?" Lauren laughed and he felt relieved that she sounded more like herself again.

"I’m always on my best behaviour. Always." Charles winked at her.

"Of course you are…"

"I am!" he pretended to be offended "Could these eyes lie?"

Lauren didn’t reply at first, looking him into his eyes, almost getting lost in them when she chucked.

"I’m not sure what these eyes can’t do… to be honest."

Charles didn’t know what to reply when he heard his doorbell ring through the phone.

"Oh! We gotta go! That’s Arthur and Carla, we’re driving a little further away to go for a little walk, get some fresh air!" Lauren said "Ava, say bye to daddy!" she held the little girl closer to the camera of her phone "Bye Daddy!"

"Bye my little princess, enjoy your walk!" he cooed at her and then looked at Lauren "Can I call you tonight? I want to say good night to her?"

"Of course… see you tonight." she smiled at him and then ended the call.

"See you tonight…"

"Box to retire the car."

Charles hated it. His bad qualifying yesterday brought him in the position to be in the middle of all the hectic battles with too little space at the race start which caused him and Piastri to crash into each other. He felt it the whole time that his floor was damaged. He lost time, lap after lap, position after position. When the final call came he felt relieved, but also frustrated.

"It’s not your fault, there’s noting you could do…" Andrea patted his back and he only shrugged.

After the media pen and later on the team meeting Charles returned to his hotel, packing up his bags, ready to take the jet first things first in the morning. He wanted to go home. See Ava. And a part of him craved to see Lauren as well. A small part. But a strong part. When he finally parked his car in the underground parking garage and got out he felt a sense of calm wash over him. Something he needed desperately. He got out of the elevator and unlocked the door, the apartment almost silent. Only the faint giggling of Ava and Lauren’s voice could be heard and he followed the sounds down the hall, stopping in the door frame to Ava’s room. But it wasn’t Ava’s room the way he left it. It was a beautiful nursery with soft blush and rosy colours, white furniture, a comfy looking rocking chair and a wall covered with beautiful roses, Ava’s name in the middle, right above her new crib. And right in the middle stood Lauren, Ava cradled to her chest, slowly dancing around, making his little girl giggle. The moment Lauren spun around and noticed Charles in the door, her cheeks blushed. His eyes fell to the white splash of colour at her brow, her messy bun, the beautiful smile on her lips. He swallowed hard. He never felt like this before. Never felt his heart beat outside of his chest like that. Never felt the warmth pooling in the pit of his stomach like that. He knew what it was. The one thing he always wanted but thought he’d never get. And it had to be the girl who was working for him. Just signed a contract. He was fucked.

Chapter 14 - Oh well, looks like *someone* has a little problem. But is it just Charles 👀 or does Lauren feel the same…

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emeryhiro · 9 months ago

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My Thoughts on TBOC SDCC Panel & Interviews

First off, I felt like a kid again watching Melissa and Norman on an SDCC panel for the first time and was overwhelmed by so many positive emotions ♡

Regarding what was covered during the panel and what I'll be sharing my thoughts on, in this post, I'm going to try to keep it brief and only talk about things that are new to me compared to what I heard during the Tribeca panel and in my thoughts post on it [here].

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Zabel on his responsibility with the show:

Firstly, Zabel is actually pretty funny, and every time he speaks about the show I find myself trusting him more and more and feeling more confident that he knows what he's doing. I especially loved how he said, and I quote:

"There is a responsibility to live up to the standards of The Walking Dead, the standards that Norman and Melissa had as actors creating these characters. So that's the part where you wanna make sure that you don't let anybody down, you don't let the fans down, you don't let the actors down, you don't let the history of the show down. You have to at least try to maintain the same standard and hopefully maybe even push it forward."

Melissa, on her return to the show:

It was wonderful hearing her speak about how much she missed Carol and how excited she is about, and I quote:

"getting to go forward in France, where [Norman] set the roots, thank you very much. I had some things I had to do"

and how France will be a catalyst for all sorts of changes for Daryl and Carol.

I love how much she said she enjoyed the role of an EP, and I have no doubt she's brilliant in it. My main thought here is that I really hope that, like Lauren and Danai, she also has the chance to direct an episode in season 3, because whatever she touches will end up being Gold.

Norman on Daryl and Carol's bond:

I loved how he described their bond as cosmic and beyond tangible. Carol can sense that there's something wrong with Daryl even from across an ocean and vice versa, which is so true to their characters. They don't need to say a single word for the other to understand everything they're thinking and feeling.

Also, when he said:

"He's starting to lose that feeling cause he's been there so long,"

Melissa's face and reaction had me laughing out loud. What do you mean, Norman? Can you please elaborate on that for us?

If I had to guess what he means, I'd say it links to Daryl's self-esteem and his idea of self-worth. As I've mentioned before, it's obvious to me that the longer Daryl has been away from Carol, the more he's regressing into his old self and habits, and I think this feeds into that. I think he doesn't believe he's worth being loved, searching for, or crossing the Atlantic for. And that sense of security and confidence that he'd built with his family in America is slowly climbing away.

In comparison, Carol has always been one of, if not the strongest, characters on the show. Yes, she is struggling without Daryl, but the moment she's told his life is in danger, she has this overpowering sense of motivation and strength that she'll do anything to save him.

Norman on his favourite scene (The Reunion):

The words he used to describe the reunion scene and how he felt about it really had me in a puddle... especially the comparison he makes at the end, and I quote:

"When we meet, when that finally happens, there's a build to that that happens, and we worked really hard to make that scene what it was, and that kind of was fireworks going off inside me"

This is the sweetest description of the scene, and I don't know if my heart can handle it.

Additional moments I loved:

I love how both Melissa and Norman keep checking on Louis to make sure he's okay.

Norman calling Melissa his partner in crime, describing how excited he was for her to come back, watching her work, and Melissa's reactions to his words 😭❤️‍🩹

Overall, I just love how they appreciate, support, and genuinely love each other so much ♡♡♡

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Thank you for taking the time to read this. We're so close to having them back on our screens, and I'm so overwhelmed by the excitement for the new season!!

I'd love to read all of your thoughts on the trailer and panel, whether in response to this post or a post of your own; I can't wait to read it ♡♡♡

#daryl dixon #carol peletier #the book of carol #twd #caryl #caryl positivity

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jade4956 · 1 year ago

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Broken Arm Because of you

- Lauren Hemp

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"Piss of Hempo it was unnecessary why the hell would you go in for a tackle like that" Tooney say shoving Hempo of balance but not enough to knock her down

"It was an accident I swear tooney" Lauren said shocked her national teammate is pushing her around

"Yeah right hempo we get you wanna win but you take it to far with the tackles, you know it, shes probably got a broken arm thanks to you" Tooney replied pushing Lauren harshly again

Alessia grab tooney trying to chill her out, whilst Esme was consoling Hempo who you could tell felt incredibly guilty but United players weren't letting her near me.

The ref came over and gave Lauren an immediate Red and United fans were cheering whilst city fans were booing. As all that happened i was in so much pain on the floor my arm was numb but also so sore I couldn't even describe the pain I was in. I don't cry a lot but I couldn't help it. Medics came rushing over as they saw I wasn't getting up. One touched my arm and I practically screamed from the pain. Teammates huddled around until told to go back to the sidelines whilst two stayed back Ona at my ankles holding the so I don't move around to much them and Alessia at my head rubbing the sides

"It's gonna be okay you'll be fine alright" Ona said

"No not everything's gonna be okay my arms probably broken" I barely say through the tears

"Just chill you don't even that yet it's probably a light sprains it most likely the shock" Alessia says looking hopelessly at Ona and the medics

My eyes were shut but I could feel the looks the medics were giving Alessia when she said that "it's not broken".

Hempo POV

"Piss of Hempo it was unnecessary why the hell would you go in for a tackle like that" Tooney say shoving me of balance but not enough to knock me down thankfully

"Tooney chill I swear it was an accident" I say in a panic trying to get to Y/N but there was a bunch of United girls huddling around her

""Yeah right hempo we get you wanna win but you take it to far with the tackles and you know it, shes probably got a broken arm thanks to you" She says pushing me with pure aggression and she probably would have done it again until Alessia pulled her back.

Then something happened that I didn't want to happen the ref came over and an immediate RED card was given, my head went back covering my face I was getting to emotional for this game.

I tried to get to Y/N but Esme turned me around

"Don't bother, talk to her after okay you need to chill you'll get in all you emotions and it will make it worse for the both of you" she said grabbing my arm and walking me of the field with the other teammates.

Y/N POV:

It was my arm that hurt why they made me go on a stretcher was not clear to until I saw my legs were pissing blood. Great another thing to add to the list

1. Broken arm - checked

2. Headache - checked

3. Bleeding legs - checked

I look like I've been in a crime scene after the game finished the girls were going to go to the medical room until they found out I went straight to hospital. Player from each team went home whilst Tooney, Lessi and Ona went straight to the hospital with my stuff the. Ona and lessi were much more chilled out about the situation then Tooney was she was still pissed at Hempo.

Hempo's POV

I felt terrible going home with Esme driving it was silent until she spoke

" I would drive you to the hospital but I wouldn't want Tooney to break you bones so maybe message Lessi when there leaving" she says as we stop at a red light she gives me a Esme Morgan smile

"Okay but what if Y/N doesn't want to see me she's probably pissed at me" I say rethinking my decision to message Alessia

"I think she would be more mad if you didn't talk to her about it at all" Esme said

"Yeah alright that's probably true" I reply with a smile growing in my face

Lessi over Messi 😂😊

Me: Hey Lessi sorry about today but I do want to see Y/N but I don't think Tooney wants to see me to I think it would be best if you could maybe message me when you guys had left or are leaving the hospital but I totally understand if you don't want to talk to me

Lessi over Messi😂😊: hey Hempo there's no need to apologise you didn't do it on purpose and besides Tooney was in a fired up mood before that even happen it just gave her a reason to blow of some steam but yeah for sure I'll message you when we left also don't stress I'm sure she won't be mad at you where going into her hospital room not 😊

Me: Okay thanks less I appreciate it

Y/N POV:

I was sat on the hospital bed after getting a cast on my arm as well as my legs being fully cleaned up. Gosh how much I hate the hospital, I hate the environment, I hate the bed, I hate the room, I hate the reason I'm here and I hate having to be here. The nurses and doctors were nice and don't get me wrong it was nice serves but I was waiting on a certain person to get here. The doctors just left but the door was reopening so I assumed that it was him again but no a but I light to me depressing end of the day Ona, Alessia and Tooney came in with my game bag

"Hiya Chica" Ona said with a smile trying to light up my dopey mood

"Hi" I reply with a light smile

The girls and I chat for a bit about incident and what I was feeling and what it looked like

"I'm surprised Lauren didn't go over you" Ona say because I don't think she saw what happened between Tooney and Hempo

"Did you not see Tooney and Hempo" Alessia questioned

"No why what happened" she asks looking at Tooney who had a guilty look in her face

"The second she went down she screamed in pain right"

"Right"

"Well I got mad at her because of the slide tackle there were other ways she could have done it and it wouldn't have led to a broken bone"

"Eh hem " I say knowing there is more to the story

"Well I told her to piss of and that it was an unnecessary tackle and I pushed her off her balance a couple of times so what she took it to far" Tooney say realising she took it a little to far

"And I took it to far with the yelling and pushing" she says guilty

"Oh look at that no one had to convince you for once" Alessia said laughing

After around 3 hours of sitting there chatting about other stuff the girls decided they would be best if they go now considering you didn't have to stay at the hospital that night you wanted to get out soon but still had to check for infections in you legs because of some of the deep cuts.

"Omg can we sign your cast" Tooney says with the biggest grin. Oh how I wanted to say no but i felt to mean

"Gosh whatever I don't think I have a say" i reply

Tooney face looked like she was 10 and just met her favourite Celebrity for god sakes. Ona seemed confused but watched what Lessi did and did the same

"Why do I feel like I'm in year 4 and I'm the cool kid with the broken arm"I say laughing

"Because you are just not in year 4" Ona says not understanding the joke which makes us all laugh while she stands there confused.

The girls leave

Alessia quick POV:

Hempo

Me:

Hey Hempo leaving now but you might want to leave now because traffic is really slow and she was walking about wanting to leave by 12am and well it is 11 on the dot so you might get there before she leaves but now I think about it she doesn't have a ride we offered she said no so I think she's waiting on someone 😏 or maybe going to ask someone anyways night

Hempo:

Thankyou Alessia I really do appreciate it.😊❤️

Hempo'S POV

I was walking out the door after yelling to Esme that I'll message her if I bring Y/N back with me or if I go to hers. I was in the car thinking about how I'm going to apologise saying it over an over again until I thought it was perfect. I don't know what Alessia was talking about the traffics fine. I still had around 35 minutes before 12 o'clock I'm just praying she hadn't left yet

I arrived at the hospital and checking at the front desk she still here when the nurse said what floor and room she was in I was so happy because I could finally apologise to her. Walking to the elevator and pressing the button, the doors opened and out walked Y/N she had a united hoodie over her and the sleeve bit was covering her cast just showing the hand part of it. She looked at me whilst walking out of the elevator.

"What are you doing here" she asked like she was surprised I showed up

"Well I wanted to come see you" I replied

"Why didn't you come after the game and not hours and hours later"

"I-i well Tooney was here and I didn't want to start anything again because it would have caused you more stress and well that's why I didn't push back when Tooney was there because I didn't want anything really bad to happen and"

"You where scared of Tooney" she said with a slight smile

"Wha no I I wasn't scared of Tooney" I say tryibn TK hide that I was terrified of her

"Lier you were" she said smiling making me know she's not mad at me

" okay fine maybe a little bit but I feel really bad okay I didn't mean do it to happen I just didn't think about the consequences and i did practically the same tackle on Alessia and nothing happened but I timed it wrong and just did it wrong in general and I should have I should have just got infront of you and done something, I am really sorry" I say with a apologetic look

"I know you are and I mean it was and accident so I'm not mad about it but it just sucks I can't play the last 3 games if the season before break" she says disappointed

" I'm really really really sorry I don't know what I can do to make it up to you but whatever it is done"

"You could take me home"

"Done but give me your bag not that I want to see spotted holding a united bag but it's the least I can do I guess" I say grabbing the bag from her

We walk out to my car and although she said take me to her home she's injured and she doesn't room with anyone at her house so she's coming home with me.

Esme 😊🎹

Me: She said go to her hour but for maybe just tonight I was thinking best for her to stay with us that alright

Esme: yeah no problem I wouldn't of cared if you showed up with her without telling me 😊

We took the opposite turn to Y/Ns house and she immediately notice where we were going I didn't tell her because I didn't want her to think she was intruding but she immediately said that

"Hempo, babe that the wrong turn" she said point to were just was "supposed" to go

"I know I'm taking you too my house" I say not making it a big deal

"Wha why I don't want to" I interrupted her

"Intrude your not, it's fine just checked with Esme that nothing was happening and she doesn't mind"

"Are you positive" she said

"Positive" I say giving her a glimpse

We arrived at the apartment and we made our way to the 5 floor. I got to the door and went through my pockets to not find the keys

"Damit" I say realising I left the keys in my car again the amount of time Esme has gotten annoyed at me for it was uncountable. I knocked on the door

"HEMPO did you leave your keys in the car again" Esme yells from inside

"Uhh it won't happen again i swear es"I say laughing and looking at Y/N

"hello there" Esme say opening the door with a smile

Y/N POV

We chatted and sat on the couch talking about the injury dates and how long I'm out for until Hempo starts to fall asleep on the couch Esme and I lightly laugh at her

"Take a photo es and please send it to me I can't do Jack shit with my left hand" I say laughing.

"Will do" she says taking a picture of Hempo crashed out in the couch

We both end up crashing out on the couch Esme at in end whilst I'm lying with Lauren.

#woso #england #lauren hemp #lionesses #ona batlle #esme morgan #alessia russo #ella toone #manchester united #manchester city #manchester derby #lauren hemp x reader

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