#at least we're almost to our summer break

[badcountryofficial]

Why is my mom incapable of being comforting for more than 5 consecutive minutes

[crescencestudio]

๋࣭⭑ Devlog #41 | 5.28.24 ๋࣭⭑

It's hot girl (/gender neutral) summer season

HAPPY MAY!!

Hope you're all doing well <3 We're already getting into summer, which is a little crazy to me. The year is flying by! Before I get into what we actually did this month, it wouldn't be a May devlog without our annual Mermay celebration!

Look at those locks. His Ariel/Rapunzel era fr

Since I already had updated Mermay pieces for the Alaris LIs, I decided to do one for our beloved Van this year ^^ Hope you all like it!

For writing this month, I spent a lot of it catching up on Etza edits. Being totally transparent, I wasn't Completely Happy with their route when their draft was finished. But now that I've started the editing process with Wudgey, I'm really excited to see how their route is shaping up!!! We've been fleshing a lot of little interactions out with their route, and I can already see Etza's character really starting to shine with these edits ^^

I've also been chipping away at Kuna'a's route! While it's nowhere near finished, I'm hopeful that this upcoming month will be the month of Kuna'a now that I don't have a bunch of releases I'm trying to balance. His route is also one of the ones whose outline is more fleshed out (Druk and Etza I would say were the least fleshed out, which might be why they also took a bit longer). So I'd love to see Kuna'a's first draft complete/almost complete by the next devlog!

This month, I had to dust off my art skills tbh LMFAOIJSDF. It's been.... a WHILE since I've made CGs since I've been in the writing and coding dungeon for so long. So most of this month's art updates are me getting tilted from redrawing an ugly sketch over and over.

I DID manage to get the Van Mermay piece out. And I also was able to sketch out Kayn's Tragic End CG; that leaves only one CG that has to be sketched out! Currently, six of their CGs are finished, two need to be rendered, and one needs to be drawn still.

And since Kayn's CGs are mostly done, I've started drawing Fenir's. I was actually able to finish one because I basically Locked In when I made it, so here is a sneak peek!

Kisses his little pink nose

You might notice there's not toooo many updates on this month's devlog. The reason for that is because this month, I spent a lot of it recovering both mentally and physically. April shenanigans and those back-to-back releases took a lot out of me, and after going full speed basically since this year started, I learned I REALLY needed a break. That coupled with the concussion I got made it so that most of this month was focused on recovering and then getting back into the groove of things.

Another thing I tried to focus on this month was finding a balance in my workflow. Going into this month, I felt like I was on the verge of a mental breakdown almost every day, in large part because I have a lot of big things I'm trying to accomplish this year. Between finishing my dissertation, Alaris, and a personal big event that I have to plan, I have a lot on my plate this year, and it's made it easy to get overwhelmed as the months pass by. So I wanted to find a balance between all three that didn't make me feel like I was also falling into insanity. After talking to beloved Wudgey of @herotome fame, I've started adopting a schedule that gives me enough structure and flexibility to feel like I'm making progress without going crazy and getting lost in the sauce.

While it's still early in the process, I'm really happy with the balance I've hit, and I'm feeling much more like myself now compared to a month ago!

I caught up on quite a few things in my backlog this month, which made me happy ^^ I always like to learn from and support other devs, so finally being able to return to that helped with the recovery process <3

I don't have any actual fanart pieces, but there are a couple of games I'd like to highlight!

First of all, of course I must talk about our hot girl (/gender neutral) summer cross-promo. If you haven't checked out these games, I can't recommend them enough!!

Links to each game can be found on the Alaris Game page under the magic and mystery otome section!

Specifically, Save the Villainess, The Good People, and Thorn for the Villain are amazing games if you're into thriller/political games layered with mystery

The Silent Kingdom (which I played recently and is AMAZING) and Dual Chroma (Otojam 2023 ALLY) have added mechanics of RPG for exciting action-adventure fantasy stories

Lost in Limbo, Obscura, and Snow White Ashes are BEAUTIFUL dark fantasy games. I've played all three of these and they have some of the most beautiful writing and visuals... BIG FAN OF ALL OF THEM.

Mask Beyond Lies and Sigh of the Abyss have that epic fantasy adventure appeal to them, in a way that I think is similar to Alaris! And Pearlglow Cafe (another Otojam 2023 ALLY) is a very lighthearted and charming game for those of you who like the comfy vibe that most of my stories have!!

Some other games that I played are Favor (@favorvn) by beloved @concreteparasite which is SOOOOO stylish. If you've played Binary Star Hero by Connie, you can expect that same stylish, dark, sultry vibe from Favor. If you haven't checked out either of those games by Connie, I can't recommend them enough, especially if you like yanderes. There is so much aesthetic and atmosphere to them!

I also played Where Winter Crows Go by @prikarin who is a VERY talented developer (and one I'm sure many are familiar with). I had a lot of fun romancing Crowe and both the MC and him have such strong personalities, it was so fun seeing their dynamic!!!! The CGs were also made by anta, who is the dev behind Thorn for the Villain, and they're BEAUTIFULLLLL. Each one has so much style and rly has a professional look to them. Can't recommend enough if you haven't played already ((heads up that it is another yandere game for those who can't do yandere!))

Okay I've yapped enough. If you've made it this far, you are god's strongest soldier LFMASLDIFJ. See you all next month with hopefully some exciting progress!

[doumadono]

Sinful Sunday: the thought of Bakugo just fingering you whilst you're on a loong journey somewhere is forever making itself prominent in my mind 🤤 he’s just rubbing at your clit and not letting you cum until he gives permission 😭

Oh my, darling! 😳 Thank you for your wonderfully sinful idea! I couldn't resist the urge to write a short fic about our explosive boy. I firmly believe he's an embodient of promiscuity 😏

SINFUL SUNDAY

The air inside the bus is unbearably hot and stale, and you rest your arm against the window, thankful for having a seat while others struggle to find standing room. As you make a stop, an elderly lady vacates the seat next to you, and in the blink of an eye, someone else takes her place. You don't pay much heed to my fellow passenger; instead, you gaze out the window, daydreaming about the refreshing coolness of tap water waiting for you at home, just another fifty minutes away.

The heat is becoming a bit too much for you, and you're keen to avoid breaking a sweat. Thankfully, you just now notice that the upper part of the bus window is adjustable. As soon as this realization dawns on you, you extend your hand to grasp the handle.

Suddenly, an arm shoots up from the seat beside you. "Here, let me help with that," the man sitting next to you offers, and with a single, determined pull, he manages to open the stubborn window, allowing the refreshing breeze to caress your face.

"Thank you," you gratefully respond.

You stare at him, finally registering his features. His intense, crimson-red eyes are piercing and reflect his determination and strong-willed nature. He boasts a well-defined, muscular physique. His ash blond hair, spiky and untamed, adds to his demeanor.

Your eyes widen as he begins to lazily and casually stroke your thigh, his fingers coaxing the fabric of your summer dress upward beneath his touch. Swiftly, you reach down, attempting to push his hand away or, at the very least, halt its progress. However, he persists, increasing the pressure when you make an effort to remove his hand. "Could you please stop that?" You whisper, frustration evident in your tone, but his smile remains unyielding.

Finally, his hand comes to rest on the bare skin of your thigh. "Don't make a scene over nothing, dear," he retorts, a light chuckle escaping his lips. The unsettling innocence in his tone causes you to recoil at the endearment. "My only intention is to bring us both comfort. Isn't this heat insufferable? Allow me to help ya, dumbass."

His words come deliberately, almost tauntingly, and you surprise yourself by listening intently, though your trust in him remains guarded. As he speaks, his damned hand inches up your thigh, his fingertips lightly grazing the edge of your lacy panties. On pure instinct, you squeeze your legs together, determined to thwart his advances. The realization suddenly strikes you that you're in a public place, and the thought of anyone witnessing his inappropriate touch sends a surge of panic mingled with a glimmer of hope coursing through me. You dart your gaze around, scanning the surroundings, only to be met with a sea of oblivious backs.

"Don't fret, dumbass," the man seated beside you soothes, his touch persisting against your panties. "No one will take notice. We're way at the back of the bus, and I'm a pro hero, so you're safe."

You can't help but scoff at his claim of being a pro hero, considering the situation. "You're a pro hero, huh?" You retort with a skeptical edge in your voice, your resistance to his advances growing stronger. "Some hero you are, causing trouble like this in public."

He chuckles lowly, a condescending smile playing on his lips as he leaned in closer. "You must be quite the idiot or completely out of touch with media if you don't recognize Bakugo Katsuki himself," he quips, his tone dripping with smugness as he stretches his back a little.

Only then you realize who he truly is, and blush creeps on your cheeks. "Shit."

You catch your breath, a hushed gasp escaping you as you feel his calloused hand slip beneath your panties, his middle finger immediately finding its way to your clit. Your fingers clasp around his arm, trembling as you vigorously shake your head.

He winks and continues to explore between your legs, his fingers insistent as they glide along your already slick folds.

His caresses gradually transform into determined rubbing, and your stomach churns with embarrassment as you become acutely aware of your body's response. You're growing increasingly aroused, a fact that only heightens your internal turmoil.

"You look quite cute when you blush," he murmurs. His middle finger presses against your entrance, and all you can do is gasp.

With slow determination, Bakugo pushes his finger into you, whispering warmly, "Enjoy it, little girl. Let me make you feel good."

A violent shiver of pleasure runs through your body when he reaches inside you, struggling against your tight, resisting pussy and building his strokes into a tauntingly slow pace.

His finger moves with attentiveness that is almost kind, with each stroke pressing a little deeper, exploring his prize. You focus on the waves of warm, pure ecstasy that travel through your unwilling body, and you feel ashamed and weak. A second finger joins the first, and without delay, a third finger follows suit, causing his thrusts to become painful. You let out an uncomfortable whimper, trying to wiggle away from his touch.

"That's right," Katsuki says hungrily, his breathing heavier than before. He slides closer to you, his body presses against yours, trapping you between the window and him. His hand is picking up pace, rocking your lower body, stretching your little pussy painfully as he thrusts his thick fingers into your cunny.

You whimper weakly and his breath brushes against your face when he says, "Look at me, doll. I want you to look at me."

You open your eyes. Bakugo's face is awfully close to yours now, and you feel frightened of the greedy lustful glint in his eyes as he licks his lips. The awful reality of the scandalous scene hits you again as you stare at his handsome face while his hand pounds into your dripping pussy. You become aware of the quiet wet sounds coming from down there, and you steal a glance down at your pussy and almost cry out as at the same time he presses his thumb masterfully on your swollen clit.

Your body starts to shiver with new unfamiliar but amazing waves of pleasure, and you feel something quickly building up inside you, waiting to be released with unbearable urgency. What would have been a moan is muffled by pro hero's lips when you're nearing your orgasm.

His skillful tongue is exploring your mouth as he retreats his hand befre you can reach your climax.

You gaps loudly as he breaks the kiss. "W-What… Why did you…"

"Stop?" He grinns at you, bringing his digits to his lips to lick them clean. "I thought you weren't thrilled with my little stunt? And let me tell ya, dumbass, you're fucking delicious," Bakugo quipped, rising from his seat. "Anyhow, this is my stop. Until tomorrow, doll."

As the bus came to a halt, he departed without a single backward glance in your direction.

You're acutely aware that you board this bus nearly every day to commute back home from work.

[xxsycamore]

JOYRIDE

╰┈➤ 💕MC has always dreamed about Arthur taking her for a drive, almost as much as Arthur himself has. But once the opportunity arises, they both seem to be having other ideas...

Arthur Conan Doyle x MC • rating: E (MDNI) • tags: Car Sex; Modern Era; Public Sex; pretty sure they're breaking at least a few moral AND actual laws in this; Kissing; Not Wearing Underwear; Teasing; Clothed Sex; Riding; Blow Jobs; Oral Sex; Come Swallowing • wordcount: 2,241 • masterlist

a/n: Also titled "Arthur driving (me insane)". I love his card, I'm sorry.

Part of my Sexy Ikemen Summer Creation Challenge. Prompts: In the car while traveling + Forgo underwear on the date

"Soo… what do we think?"

MC crosses her legs, angling herself just a little more in Arthur's direction so she won't miss all the intriguing little changes happening on his face. He's just finished spending a handful of seconds being stunned speechless, admiring the car's outer appearance before joining her inside. He places his hands on the steering wheel to get a better feeling of it, marine blue eyes sparkling with the wonder of a child receiving a shiny new toy on Christmas morning. They don't lose their spark one bit when landing on MC, head shaking in disbelief.

"Luv, you're absolutely bonkers. What did you do?"

She chuckles, smoothing out the front of her skirt that has ridden up just a bit from the motion of crossing her legs. It's actually a good sign that Arthur has just missed that, he must truly be captivated by her little surprise.

"I rented it! I know how much you love to drive and… I always thought it was such a shame that we're living in such an early age of car manufacturing. But now that we can freely travel through the door, I can finally help you go for a drive just like you remember it! Well, not exactly how you remember it, but…"

The MGA convertible they're currently seated in is a 1957 model, meaning it came out a couple of decades after his death, but practically is the closest thing available to his beloved dark green 16-horse-power Dietrich-Lorraine. MC even found one in the same color. Arthur's cheeks must be hurting by now but the grin is yet to fall from his face. He's busy checking out everything on the dashboard, testing buttons and adjusting the rearview mirror.

"A modern masterpiece! By Jove, how unbelievable it is that I'm going to drive this thing! MC, dear, I— Come here."

Rejuvenated by the taste of "modernity", Arthur grabs the back of MC's head to pull her in for a kiss charged with utter joy, excitement, and lots of thankfulness, of course. She's happy to catch the master of the pen being out of words, burning this sight into her memory. Actually, that's exactly what she bought a camera for. Click! Arthur, now back to his business, doesn't even register the sealing of the memory, probably due to the absence of the flash. It only makes the capture more natural-looking, and MC is satisfied with that.

"MC, thank you so much. I'm such a lucky man. And you terribly outdid yourself, you little rascal!"

Putting away the camera somewhere just close enough for some more on-the-spot memories to be sealed, MC leans in and puts a peck on Arthur's cheek, feeling her own sides beginning to heat up.

"Don't thank me just yet, wait until we get that baby on the road! I did promise you a surprise for your birthday that would come a little later in the summer, on our next trip to the 21st century… I'm cheating a little by indulging in your joy here, you know? Because of how I've always dreamed of you taking me for a drive like this, hehe…"

It would be interesting to show Arthur what a truly modern automobile looks like, but she figured that would be too much of a headache for him just yet. Besides, she prefers it if he can actually drive the thing without it ending in a crash.

It's illegal either way, and they're both aware of that, with Arthur not possessing any documents, but it's a risk they're willing to take. And Comte totally didn't tell them not to worry about that, in a very cryptic fashion. But just to make sure, they opt for a rural highway once they pull off, and make it a point to stay extra alert.

"You know what else I'm thinking about?"

Feeling the wind in her hair, MC's soft hum of interest comes a bit tardy as she's too occupied by their cruising. This only results in her slightly jumping in her seat the moment a delicate warm hand snakes its way to her exposed knee.

"Fooling around in a car with you."

She takes her eyes off the road to instead regard the audacity of that devious hand, her widened eyes then trailing to the culprit behind the steering wheel. And his shit-eating grin.

"Arthur…"

Heartbeat speeding up as his fingerpads dip under her skirt and dig into the inside of her thigh, MC can't help pressing her legs together to trap his hand in between. It's the far opposite of what she'd liked her reaction to be, with such a reckless distraction… Oh, but Arthur's own eyes are on the road, and he prides himself in being able to please a woman even with his eyes closed, and the bubbles of adrenaline pop and fuzz low in her belly and morph into something more tangible and liquid…

"Would you look at that, luv? A dirt road I could easily go onto and find a good place to pull off. Or we can drive by it and keep chit-chatting, it's entirely your call. But do make up your mind quickly!"

Alarms go off in MC's mind as she struggles to come out of the daze, and it's hard when Arthur's implication only puts her deeper in there. Just how did their scenic drive come to this?

"Pull off."

Arthur drums the wheel with his other hand, visibly pleased with her decision. In another minute the car's engine goes quiet and the world inside MC's head only gets louder, as she's being pulled into Arthur's lap.

Albeit cramped, the luxurious interior of the car makes it possible for such acrobatics, much to MC's surprise, as the leather front seat is wide and not disjointed like in modern cars. Her knees sink down on each side of Arthur as he begins feeling her up - grabbing handfuls of her ass and making her skirt hike up, then following the dips of her sides up to her breasts and bringing them in closer to his face. He's at the perfect height to bury his face in her bosom, yet the vampire in him always gets more distracted by her delectable nape. He licks a wet stripe across it, feeling the call of her blood pulse alluringly under the wet muscle. But they wouldn't want to make too much mess now, would they?

"Still up for a ride, dove?"

Arthur rocks MC's body down on his groin and puts a barely needed emphasis on what his offer entails. The soft whine that leaves her lips is like music to Arthur's ears, and he already wants to make her sing for him more. That's why he loses little time leaving those tantalizing caresses where the skin isn't burning to the touch with need, and his hand ends up fully under her skirt, cupping her hot arousal.

And to his surprise, there's no barrier separating his touch from her core.

"My, someone planned this? I can't believe you tricked me into thinking all you wanted was an innocent little drive!"

She knew this moment would come, yet now all her comebacks are forgotten with only a guilty little laugh leaving her curled-up lips. While seducing him so boldly was on the list for their date, she was thinking more of some nice and secluded spot for this to happen, preferably away from the vehicle…

MC grinds down on his palm, even if the morsel of pleasure quickly leaves her starving for more. She could get off of his lap, demand they put the roof on, push him down on the seat, do anything that will ease this feeling of committing the forbidden, laced with plenty of embarrassment on top. But alas, thrill prevails.

"Nnh… Take me now Arthur, don't waste any time…!"

Ignoring the inevitable teasing little "oh?" coming from her boyfriend, MC reaches underneath her to undo Arthur's belt. She likes his outfit for their date, grey trousers and a brown leaf-print shirt, a pair of sunglasses tucked casually in the crux of his undone upper three buttons. MC briefly considers moving them out of harm's way, to his handsome face for instance, but then his beautiful eyes would be obscured, and that'd be such a shame…

Arthur's own hands intrude to get the job done even faster, and once his cock springs out aching and throbbing, he guides her soft fingers to wrap around it.

He's quick to claim her lips as soon as her face is in close proximity, angled down to look at the growing hardness she's stoking, and the sweetness of her mouth only enhances the sensation but he can't not kiss her breathless. MC moans in his mouth, the clenching of her core becoming more agonizing with the promise of what's to come making itself known hot and heavy in her tight fist.

"Do you want to put it in yourself, little bird?"

Oh, she sees now. Arthur is making her embrace the act completely, to finish what she's started until he can come out clean in the end… It's more than a little unfair at this point. But perhaps this is not such a bad thing.

Letting go of Arthur's hot mouth with a last little suckle of his tongue, MC pins down his gaze as she secures a hand on his shoulder, ascending from her seat ever so slightly.

After an adjustment of her position, the tip of his cock comes to rest snuggly against her swollen lips and MC sways her hips softly. She uses her hand to guide it in, or at least pretends to, because as soon as the head begins to breach the leaking hole of her opening, MC pulls it out again.

"Mm…Naughty girl… don't tease now. Be nice."

Instead of falling for his husky whispering and quickly complying, MC keeps her act on. The next time she catches Arthur's gaze, his eyes are half-lidded and the cheekiness is wiped off his face.

His quiet hiss of anticipation motivates MC and she gets a little bit ahead of herself - because that's just what Arthur has waited for, and he uses the opportunity of the new shallow penetration to grab her by the waist and press down. Slowly but insistingly.

"Ahhh—Arthur-"

They both watch his cock disappear inside her, with MC throwing her head back once he bottoms out. Arthur groans at the tightness enveloping him, kissing her exposed neck.

"See? It was easy. Don't deny your desires, luv." His little noisy pecks should be calming her senses down but the fire inside her has only spread further. She figures it's about time for her to take the reins, and using Arthur's shoulders for leverage, she begins bouncing in his lap, settling an ambitious pace right away.

Arthur rests his arm on the door, admiring her as the expression on her face grows lewder by the second, struggling to keep up with the explosive waves of pleasure hitting her one after another yet still stubbornly fucking herself on his cock.

"Haah- So fast… You're going to make me come, luv."

The sudden squeezing he feels around his cock makes a brand new grin bloom on Arthur's face, and he's quick to move his other hand downwards and see if she can keep going when he doubles the pleasure. MC all but screams at the feeling of his fingers rubbing her clit in rhythm with her own thrusts, unable to do anything but to embrace the orgasm that rips through her like lightning.

Arthurs coos at her blissed-out face, even if he's barely holding himself back from joining her in the climax. Only when she falls completely out of rhythm does he take it upon himself to seize control, but just as he opens his mouth to warn of his upcoming orgasm MC unexpectedly gets completely off of him.

Arthur's deep-sea blue eyes follow her movements until her head suddenly descends and hovers over his twitching cock, her mouth opening to take him in. He can do little but remain where he is as she coaxes a powerful orgasm out of him with ease, her plush lips closing around his tip and enthusiastically sucking the seeping currents as they come one by one.

The moan that carries her name is etching itself into her very heart, with just a little spark of arousal to it that she can ignore for the time being. Arthur places his hand gently under her chin, but he can't help himself prodding at her bottom lip with his thumb just for a glimpse of the fluids coating her tongue.

She sticks it out for him but as a mockery more than anything, to accompany the cheekiness of laying her head across his lap - everything already swallowed and gone. Arthur props up his head on his arm with his elbow still resting on the door of the car, and the summer day's heat has made a sweaty mess of the hairlocks falling on his forehead. MC gets a good look at his handsome face from her new point of view, nuzzling into his hand that is still caressing her face. For some reason, they're both feeling giddy.

"So then luv, if we're done being a pair of horny teenagers, should we continue with our little joyride?"

"I don't know what you're talking about, we haven't paused for a bit!"

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Surprise Visit (Y/N Ulrich Universe)

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What started as a nice morning with an early visit to the gym, turned out a bit weird when in the way home, your dad called you to let you know that there were guests waiting for both at your house, which left both of you confused since none of you talked about visiting any of your friends

"Last chance to guess who is inside the house", you sighed once Jack's car stopped in the front yard next to yours

"I still don't have any idea of who could it be", Jack sighed turning off the car, "I mean, we already texted all of our friends and all of them denied to be here"

"I hate that dad didn't tell us anything"

Grabbing Butters who was on your lap, while Jack got the two gym bags, both of you walked towards the front porch to open the door, hearing small sounds in the kitchen, which made the two of you even more curious, and even more when a small girl who both of you knew well ran towards you hugging you both

"Sweetpea", you exclaimed in surprise hugging her with your free arm, "What are you doing here?"

"We came to surprise you", Penelope responded while passing to hug Jack

"Who's we?", Jack frowned

"Hi!"

Hearing that voice, the three of you looked at that direction to see Max standing next to the cat tower where Tatum was watching him with curiosity

"It's not that we aren't happy to see you again, but, what is happening?", you asked

Before Max could answer, there was another voice speaking from the kitchen

"Guys, the pancakes are almost ready"

Intrigued about the situation, all of you walked more into the house to see the entire grid in the kitchen, almost all of them preparing breakfast, while others where cleaning the dishes or others just sitting there

"I think we need context", Jack said which gained the attention of all of them

"We're making breakfast for all", Carlos responded putting the pancakes in a big plate

"Yeah, that's clear", Jack nodded still surprised

"Why don't you guys go change and leave your things while we finish preparing everything?", Fernando suggested

"Wait a second", you spoke before going upstairs, "Did my dad just let you in without arguing?"

"He just asked why we where here, we answered, he let us in and then he left", Alex responded

"He gave me a hug, and said he was proud of me", Logan mentioned with happiness, "And also that it doesn't matter where I go next year he will be supporting me"

"He saw me and laughed at me", Lando added, "And kept laughing until he was out of the house"

"Wonder why", George snorted

Still processing the madness in the kitchen, both of you left Butters in the cat tower with Tatum before going upstairs to your room where you closed the door inmediatly

"What the fuck is going on?", you exclaimed sure that Penelope wasn't going to hear the bad word

"It's summer break, they're supposed to be on vacation, Zandvoort is next week, use your last days free to go to the beach or something", Jack also exclaimed leaving the gym bags in your vanity chair, "What are they doing here?"

Still panicking about what they were doing in Los Angeles, specially in your house, both of you started to pace around your room, until realasation hit both of you

"When they returned us here they were fighting which garage we should stay for Las Vegas", Jack remembered

"Shut the fuck up", you murmured sitting in your bed, "This is going to be madness"

"At least we can laugh at them while they do this... I don't know what to call it"

"And they prepared breakfast", you concided, "I hope those who burn food or doesn't know how to do a thing didn't touched my kitchen tools, or anything"

Changing from the gym clothes to something more comfortable, both of you grabbed the gift for Penelope's fifth birthday to return to the first floor where several plates of international food where waiting on the center counter of the kitchen

"Sweetpea, we have something for you", you smiled at what the small girl did the same, "We know that your birthday was a few weeks ago"

"And since we couldn't be there, we bought you a gift that we were planning on send to you", Jack continued, "But since you are here, we decided to give it to you"

Putting the box in front of her, Penelope smiled hugging both of you before openning the giant box in front of her pulling out plushies of an ikran, an ilu and a giant Cinnamoroll (that left Max wondering who was going to lose the seat in his private plane for the white plushie)

"I love them", Penelope exclaimed trying to hug the three at the same time, "Thank you"

"How I'm going to get that giant thing on the plane?", Max questioned looking at the dads of the grid

"Just put it inside a bag", Checo responded at what Kevin and Nico nodded in agreement, "It will save space"

"And it will be easy to carry around", Kevin added, "Where did you got the giant plushie?"

"Build-A-Bear", Jack responded, "We made a few calls and got it early"

"We need to go there before leaving", Nico said to Kevin at what he agreeded

Aproaching the kitchen, plates and utensils were distributed and everyone grabbed a bit of everything, and even Tatum and Butters got some of what they can eat in their plates

"You guys have an impressive garden in there", Lewis said refering to the cultive garden

"Thanks, we started working on it since we got the house", you responded, "And that is since early two thousands"

"Seb would like it", Lance commented

"That just made my day", you smiled, "By the way, how is going to work this "activity"?"

"Each team created slide shows with pretty convincing arguments of why both of you should be in the garage for Las Vegas", George explained, "Which is also Jack's birthday"

"So, like an audition?", Jack questioned

"Exactly like that", Yuki nodded

Sharing a small glance, you and Jack got closer to start whispering about the whole thing for a few minutes before returning to look at the others

"We'll accept this, but we have one condition", you said

"We'll hear all the things you had to say, but all of you have to watch the movies and series we're in", Jack continued, "That includes Avatar: The Way of Water, Retribution, Scream, the last chapter of Riverdale, and even Avengers: Endgame"

"You are there?", Esteban exclaimed with surprise

"He's the kid in the bycicle that looks at Paul Rudd", you informed at what the french started to slap Mick's arm with emotion, "So, we have a deal? We also going to watch our rendition of the Scream'd Musical Parody"

Nodding in agreement, the breakfast continued normally with small talk, and when it ended, the ones who didn't cook washed the dishes used while the rest prepared the slide show in the living room

"I feel like we are going to hear a lot of nonsense", you said to Jack once seated in the couch with Penelope (and her new plushies) in between

"I'm kinda afraid of what are we going to hear", Jack agreeded at the time the cats jumped on the couch to lay on the back of the couch, "This could be absolutely funny or ridiculous, no in between"

"We are ready to start", Mick anounced interrupting the conversation, "Since I'm a reserve driver for Mercedes and driver for Alpine in the World Endurance Championship, I'll be the mediator in this, so, the order on slide shows is based on the championship and we have sheets with all the teams so you can write comments"

Stopping for a little, Mick gave you and Jack clipboards with sheets that at the top had the names of the ten teams, along with pencils

"And there's no limit time for the presentations, and gifts are allowed", Mick said before sitting in the couch, "Red Bull first"

Stepping to the front, Max and Checo put their presentation on the TV

"Our first argument, and advantage, is that both of you stayed in my apartment and in our garage during Monaco, both of you have cats and dogs, I have cats and Checo has dogs", Max started to yap with a slide full of pictures of what he was saying, "This whole thing and friendship started with the nepo babies interview, and what did you say? Both of you are Red Bull fans, and also fans of both of us, and now we are friends, we also have a Spice Girl on the team, who is Geri, also known as Ginger Spice"

"We also know that both of you love kids", Checo continued moving into the next slide that had pictures of both of you with Rogue and Penelope, "And we have the most kids combined in the whole paddock, with five"

Proving that point, the next slide was family pictures of the kids

"Also, my documentary is in Disney Plus", Checo continued, "What is also in Disney Plus? The Avatar movies, and who is in Avatar? Jack"

"Yeah, we can't watch the documentary", you interrupted, "It's not avaliable in the US"

"I'll see what I can do", Checo assured

"And the gifts that we brought for both of you are stroopwafels, mexican candies and snacks, tequila, two boxes of the future merch and more Red Bull which is already in the kitchen", Max followed putting the said things in the center table, "That's all, thank you"

While the change was being made, you and Jack took the oportunity to write the comments about the presentation

"McLaren is next", Mick anounced, "This is going to be fun"

"First of all, we'll have the best arguments that you'll hear in this lovely day", Oscar said, "The purpose of the trip to Las Vegas is for Jack's birthday, who has been saying for a while that he is a McLaren fan, and both of you also spent half an hour in our hospitality during the race in Monaco, and we are seeing right now, Y/N has an orange cat, and also, my second name is Jack"

"Strawberry blonde with a bit of carrot, but okay", you commented

"Now, while we were planning on doing this, we found a very interesting connection, that is very logical", Lando spoke passing to the next slide who had a very confussing diagram, "In her new album 'The Tortured Poets Department', Taylor Swift has a song called 'Florida', and what happenned in Florida? I won my first race, and who has several pictures with the trophy? Y/N and Jack, returning to Florida, the themed park of Avatar is there, franchise of which Jack is a part"

"But we have a strong disavantage", Oscar took the word again moving into the next slide which was the messages occupying the whole screen which made everyone laugh or cringe, "This unfortunate messages sent two years ago by none other than my teammate"

"Mate, I thought you were on my side", Lando whined

"I am, but I can't ignore this thing", Oscar justified, "The gifts that we bring are the LEGO set of our McLaren, clothes from the McLaren and Beiss colaboration along with the regular ones and a box of every flavor of Monster Energy, which are in the kitchen"

"Please chose us, thank you", Lando finalized

"Next", Mick exclaimed

Doing the same routine, you and Jack wrote the comments in the sheets at the same time the next ones prepare everything

"Sweetpea, when you grow up, if you ever recieve a message like the one you saw on the screen, do not answer", you said to Penelope who was playing with her new plushies, "Understood?"

"Yeah", Penelope nodded

"Perfect", you smiled

"Good morning, we are here representing Scuderia Ferrari, the most iconic team in the history of Formula One", Carlos started to speak, "Since the beggining of our history, we had iconic and amazing drivers and moments, but today we are here to convince our dear friends to be in our garage for Las Vegas"

"Our main reason will be the color red, not only because is the characteristic color of Ferrari, red is the name of a Taylor Swift album and song, is the color of Jack's car which you can see outside, is the color of the blood poured in the Scream saga, red is the color both of you had wore multiple times", Charles said

"Also I made the pancakes for breakfast, I've been a friend of yours since april, Ferrari is part of your top three favorite teams, we know both of you went to see the Ferrari movie because you posted about that on your Instagram stories", Carlos continued, "And for the pets we have Piñon and Leo"

"And before we move to the gifts part, Jack, since you are basically Ollie's american twin, I want to adopt you"

As Charles finished saying that, you bursted into a fit of laughs while the rest got confused about what the monegasque said

"First you need to talk with my mom about that", Jack mentioned when your laughs calmed down

"Don't worry, I will", Charles smiled, "Now for the gifts, the freezer is now full of every flavor of Lec ice cream, matching vintage Ferrari jackets and the collection for Monza and Miami, and APM Monaco jewerly"

"Thank you", Carlos finalized

Doing the same as last time, you and Jack wrote your comments, seeing Lewis and George in front with their presentation

"All of the arguments you've heard until now are going to sound lame after you heard what we have", George started putting the first slide, "The others might said about the movies, streaming platforms, horrible messages, fan of teams and more, but we have something more important, as we all know, Avatar: The Way of Water had the premiere at London on december 2022, during which Y/N and Jack hard launched their relationship, but what they don't know is that Carmen and I were there, and we loved the movie, it was amazing, Spider was our favorite character"

"Let's not forget the MET Gala", Lewis continued with the next slide, "The three of us met before walking the steps, we had a nice chat, we became friends and spent some time together at the event, also Y/N has said that I'm one of her fashion icons and she drives a Mercedes"

"That photo was taken today?", you asked seeing the picture of your car

"Yeah, when we arrived", George nodded, "Also, Y/N has mentioned that one of her favorite persons in F1 is Susie, who is sometimes at our garage, and Doriane is also sometimes with us, and let's not forget that in the movie Retribution where Jack, our future Oscar winner is part of the cast, several Mercedes vehicles are part of the movie"

"Lastly, for the gifts, we have Tommy Hilfiger exclusive clothes that aren't out yet with handwritten letters by Tommy, four bottles of Almave for each of you and IWC matching watches", Lewis ended as he and George put the gifts in the table with the previous ones, "Chose wisely"

"So long, London", you said as the change was made and you and Jack wrote the comments

"Is there going to be a small recess?", Jack asked Mick

"Yeah, after Aston Martin", Mick nodded

"It's finally our turn", Lance exclaimed, "Our arguments for both of you to be in our garage are that we are friends since the day of the filming of the interview, we have a nice green for team color, and returning to Taylor Swift, and not going to the rumors, in her new album, 'The Tortured Poets Department: The Anthology', has a song named 'imgonnagetyouback', and what does the song says? 'I'm an Aston Martin that you steered straight into the ditch', which is the name of our team"

"And I want to point out that even thought both of you were born in 2004, I won my two world championships in 2005 and 2006, but you were babies when that happenned", Fernando continued, "Now it's time for the gifts"

"That was everything?", Mick frowned

"Yeah, we think that's enough", Lance nodded, "For the gifts we have a free year of all the products you want from Tim Hortons and this"

Handing them small boxes, everyone watched with curiosity as you and Jack opened them to reveal a set of car keys, surprising everyone but mostly both of you

"What's this?", you asked without taking the keys out of the box

"The keys for your new cars", Lance exclaimed, "Aston Martin Valour, they are limited edition, only 110 in the world and now you own two of them, Y/N has it in lightning silver and Jack in ultramarine black"

"Doesn't matter if you don't chose us", Fernando spoke, "You can keep them"

"Was that allowed?", Pierre exclaimed

"We didn't put any rules", Fernando shrugged his shoulders

"Okay, time for a break", Mick anounced, "Fiftheen minutes"

Writting the comments about the presentation both of you considered leaving the clipboards in the highest cabinet but since Esteban who was the tallest of the grid was there, your room was a better option

"I can't believe those twenty are millionares who drive in weird shapes for work", you sighed before returning to the living room, "Those are the shittiest arguments I've ever heard"

"The gifts are also insane", Jack nodded, "The cars are another level of crazy, like, we knew Lance was like a Richie Rich, the cars were unexpected"

"Is going to be fun to explain to our families", you mentioned, "Not only the cars, but all the gifts, and of course your adoption"

"That was your favorite part, right?", Jack smiled with fun

"Yeah", you laughed

Taking advantage of your distraction, Jack took you in his shoulder and start spinning at what you hold thight on his back and shirt even though he was holding your thighs and waist firmly, stopping when you started to tap his back putting you on the floor carefuly and brushing a few strands of your hair in order before holding your cheeks and share a kiss, at what you smiled in the kiss hugging him by the waist

Unfortunately, the kiss was interrupted when a truck was heard close to the house confusing both of you

"Guys, your cars are here", Lance exclaimed from the first floor

"No fucking way", Jack sighed

"It's strange having millionare friends", you commented

Leaving the clipboards in your room, both of you returned to the first floor to see most of the teams in a frenezy talking in their phones, except for the Red Bull boys who were drinking the energy drink along with Penelope who was eating some fruit in the kitchen island, and the Aston Martin guys who were already outside

"What is happenning?", you asked aproaching the Red Bull duo

"They are calling their bosses to try to get cars for the two of you", Checo responded, "They have been like this since you went upstairs"

"By the way, P was a bit hungry so I got a bit of fruit from the fridge", Max mentioned, "I hope that's okay"

"Yeah, it's fine", you nodded

"Where are the cats?", Jack asked not seeing them in the cat tower or the couch"

"Alex is holding one and Zhou the other", Max responded

"The cars are ready", Fernando exclaimed from the front door, "Bring the keys"

Taking the keys from the center table both of you stepped outside to see the two new and exclusive Aston Martin cars in the front yard

"This feels like christmas again", you commented aproaching the silver car, "But in a weird situation"

"My mom is going to freak out when she sees this", Jack mentioned next to the dark car

Unlocking the doors, the two of you got into your respective cars turning on the engine

"I'm definately going to arrive to my tattoo appointment tomorrow in this", you exclaimed with excitement reffering to the small tornado tattoo you were going to get on your right inner arm above your elbow

After admiring the cars a bit more, the break ended, at what all of you returned to the living room to continue with the presentations, but before starting again, you and Jack stood in front of the TV

"Guys, before continue with your interesting slide show, we'd like to say something regarding of the recent gift", you said holding the clipboard, "As we are thankful for the new cars, we don't need another one"

"Yeah, we are perfectly fine with two cars, we don't need more right now", Jack nodded, "But we appreciate that you care about us and want us to have a big car collection"

"It also lifts up our ego", you joked, "Anyways, let's continue"

Sitting again in the couch, this time Penelope decided to lay down in the sofa with her head on your lap, at what you covered her with a light blanket

"We start with Visa CashApp RB", Mick anounced

"Hello everyone", Daniel greeted in front of the TV with the slideshow ready, "We have very good reasons of why both of you should be in our garage, the first one is that when Max came to LA to got you for Monaco, I was in the plane, also in the interview that started everything, Y/N said that Yuki was one of her favorites"

"We also noticed that the two of you have a height difference just like us, and Avatar: The Way of Water in Japan made 29.5% of the total recaudation, so you´re welcome, and also both of you have been spotted in Nobu in several ocasions"

"And the Taylor Swift factor, I'm a swiftie, and let's see this photo that Jack posted from his trip to New Mexico which kinda reminds of how I enter the COTA circuit in a horse", Daniel continued, "And for the gifts we have Enchanté merch, products from Yuki's collection, snacks from both of our countries"

"And when I open my restaurant you'll have your meals for free", Yuki said, "That's it, thank you"

"We should order Nobu for lunch", you commented to Jack while writting the comments, "What do you think?"

"It's a good idea", Jack nodded, "We just need to ask the others"

"Hey everyone", you exclaimed, "Who wants to order Nobu for lunch?"

"I don't eat fish", Lando mentioned while the others agreed to order from the japanesse restaurant

"We know", Jack responded, "Just grab some frozen nuggets from the fridge"

"But we need one of the dads to supervise him while using the air fryer, please", you asked

"It's Haas turn", Mick anounced, "My first team in F1"

"Hello everyone, we are Haas, some people call us the Haasbands", Nico started, "We are the perfect enemies to lovers friends"

"Who taught you that term?", you interrupted

"Egle", Nico responded, "Returning to our presentation, we are the only american team in F1 right now, and even though we don't have many achievements, we have a pole position thanks to Kevin, a win and podium thanks to Chloe in F1 Academy"

"We also had some memorable moments like you can see in episodes of Drive to Survive, and our cars might not be the best, but can survive fire, why are we mentioning fire? Because as we knew a few days ago, the third Avatar movie is called Avatar: Fire and Ash", Kevin continued, "And we are also dads, and that Haas a NASCAR team, and Y/N grandad and uncle were NASCAR drivers, by the way, congratulations on your uncle entering the NASCAR Hall of Fame"

"Thank you", you smiled

"For gifts we brought the latest collection of Palm Angels, cards with discounts for Chipotle with two years of guarantee, traditional candies from Germany and Denmark, and crochet clothes from Egle"

"Remember that our team is american", Kevin finalized

While the change was being, you and Jack wrote your comments, also noticing that Penelope was already asleep

"Alpine's turn", Mick anounced, "I'm also part of them for WEC"

"Hello, we are Alpine, the complete french team, for the rest of the year, of course", Esteban started, "And let me tell you, we have a lot of reasons for you to be with us, the first one is Marvel, I love Marvel, Ryan Reynolds aka Deadpool is one of our investors, and Jack is part of the MCU even if it's for less than a minute, and our cars and suits had an design inspired by Deadpool and Wolverine during the Belgian GP"

"But Ryan isn't our only investor", Pierre continued, "We also have Travis Kelce, tigh end of the Kansas City Chiefs, who is also dating Taylor Swift, and Kika and I went to her concert, which was amazing, and since we are here, we'll anounce that Jack Doohan will be our driver for next year, and you are the first to know, and conditentialy he and the Jack in front of us have the same name"

"And we bring amazing gifts", Esteban exclaimed, "Clothes from our brands, Chiefs shirts with Travis and Patrick numbers, and we are giving you the option to chose whatever you want from our investors"

Looking at each other, you and Jack started speaking in whispers for a few minutes until both of you nodded in agreement before looking at the french drivers

"Tickets for the last date of the Eras Tour, if we meet Taylor even better, also tickets to see a Chiefs game", you said

"Also watching the Deadpool trilogy with Ryan Reynolds, and him doing the Bye Bye Bye dance from Deadpool and Wolverine, even though we know he didn't performed it", Jack continued

"And we also want to see the two of you fighting using baguettes as weapons", you finalized, "That's it, thank you"

Hearing all of the petitions, Pierre and Esteban were shocked for all the things requested, while the rest laughed softly and both of you wrote the comments

"Next is Williams", Mick anounced

"Let's start by saying that even though we only have four points at the moment, we have a huge advantage in this small competition", Alex started with the presentations, "The others mentioned one or two pets, but we have the Albon Zoo, that consist in twelve cats, two horses and a dog, and I think that Tatum and Butters could get along with them"

"Don't forget that I'm the only US citizen in the entire grid, just like both of you are USA citizens", Logan continued, "And that I'm the favorite driver of Skeet Ulrich, Y/N's dad, and also my brother was in NASCAR, and 'Florida' isn't only a Taylor Swift song or where Lando got his first victory, is also my hometown, and of course the Avatar themed park is there"

"The gifts that we brought are the entire collection of Albon Pets including mini helmets, clothes from the Williams store, two of each piece, personalized golf balls from Lily, and autographed mini helmets from both of us"

A/N: I didn't put american because America is a whole continent, not only USA

"We hope that you enjoyed our presentation", Logan finalized

Feeling relieved that the silly slideshows were ending, you and Jack wrote the comments on the clipboard

"And finally, Kick Sauber", Mick sighed, "This thing took longer than I expected"

"We might be last team in the constructors championship without points, or a good car, but we have vibes", Valtteri started, "And a colorful car, and I would like to mention that as someone who has the best mullet on the grid, Jack has the best mullet in the entertainment industry"

"Also, there is a Dior connection between me and both of you, as I am a Dior ambassador and both of you wore Dior for the MET Gala, and in several ocasions", Zhou continued, "And we also got very special pets, for my part I have Sweetcorn"

"And I have a reindeer called Rosa", Valtteri continued, "And remember that this year we are known for our social media content, and Y/N also is a social media content creator"

"For gifts we bring Lululemon clothes and accesories, also some things from Dior, baking books from China and Finland"

"And also brand new calendars for 2025", Valtteri finalized, "We hope that you enjoyed our presentation"

"I'm not going to open that calendar at all", you sighed writting the comments on the last page

"And with that, we end with the presentations", Mick anounced before turning to look at you and Jack, "Guys, you need to chose"

Leaving the giant group in the first floor, both of you along with the cats went upstairs to your room closing the door so they don't listen and sitting on your bed

"I've never heard such idiotic arguments in my entire life, even though I studied with Kira and Bethany", you commented, "Which garage you want to go?"

"I thought we were going to take the decision togheter"

"I mean, that was the idea at first, but since it's for your birthday it's best if you chose it"

"Okay, I think the best will be if we eliminate the ones that are staying the same next year"

"That would be Red Bull, McLaren and Aston Martin"

"And I really like them all, but it would be the best if we reduce it to our favorite teams that we haven't eliminated which are Ferrari and Mercedes"

"Both are historic teams, pretty iconic"

"It's a tough choice"

Thinking how you were going to chose between the two teams, an idea hit Jack who was quick to stand up from your bed to go to your closet (which was now a little disaster of boxes of clothes to organize in your new closet) and grab two hats, one Ferrari and one Mercedes, to leave them in your bed and then grabbin both cats who were cuddling in the fluffy chair next to the window

"Our children will take the final decision", Jack sentenced putting them a bit far from the hats

Giggling of fun because of his idea, you watched as both cats wandered around the bed for a while until Butters walked to the hats and Tatum followed him smelling the two hats until they settled in one of them playing with it

Having the decision, both of you left the clipboards and took the cats in arms to return to the first floor where all the drivers plus Penelope were waiting

"Not going to lie, it was a difficult decision", you said standing in front of them with Tatum in your arms, "Most arguments were pretty pathetic, and we are not afraid to say it, but since my F1 race birthday already passed, Jack took the decision himself"

"Before saying the decision, we would like to say that we apreciate all the gifts that you gave us", Jack continued with Butters in his arms, "And as a four time World Champion once said: everybody is a Ferrari fan, even if they say they're not, they are Ferrari fans"

After hearing the phrase that Sebastian Vettel once said in his Ferrari days, the duo of the red team cheered so loud before running to both of you to hug you and Jack, thankfuly you two put the cats on the ground before the bone crushing group hug

"We have Ollie's american twin and hermanita", Carlos exclaimed without breaking the hug

"We promise to not let you down", Charles smiled, "We are going to have so much fun"

"Does this mean Jack is my brother now?", Oscar asked once the group started to spread around the first floor

"I think so", Logan nodded

Finally after a few minutes, the drivers released the two of you allowing you to breathe

"We are paying for all the food", Carlos anounced with happiness, "Everyone chose what you are going to eat"

"Our presentation was a success", Charles celebrated

"Should we tell them that the cats were the ones chosing?", you asked Jack in low voice

"Nah, they doesn't need to know", Jack laughed

"We're evil", you giggled

"I mean, we are Ghostface", Jack shrugged

The rest of the day was spent eating what was ordered from Nobu (Lando ate chicken nuggets with the help of Checo to use the air fryer), the other part of the deal watching the movies both of you said, during which Penelope took a nap in your room during the horror movies, and finally leaving the house at high hours of the night

[doudouneverte]

LW

a/n: I don't know what to say so just fuck off Rubiales, Vilda and the Spanish Federation

*not my GIF*

Pairing; Laura Wienroither x Chelsea WFC! Reader; Chelsea WFC x AustriaWNT!Reader (also Zinsby x platonic!reader)

Summary: You love Laura since as long as you can remember but she's oblivious so, this season you decide to get more direct but you can't count on your teammates for help.

Type: Fluff AF

Warning: nothing

word count: 1916

note: in a univer where the two LW never tore their ACL

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You've known Laura since you were young. You both played together back in Austria, and you quickly fell in love. Well, the problem was that even if you showed her your affection in every possible way (staying polite and respectful, of course), she never got it.

Coming back to England after the national break, you had one idea in mind: definitely confess your feelings for the last time. But you didn't want to be rude or anything, so you needed a plan.

And what is more helpful than an almost-married couple on your team for love advice? So, for your first day back at training, you were quick to find Magda and Pernille, who were chatting about something.

"Moms, I need your help." You declared getting instantly their attention, as well as other teammates' in the room. "I want to confess my feelings to Laura, and I need advice."

There was silence for only two seconds before all the room burst into clapping and cheers. All your teammates knew that you loved the defender since you joined the club last summer, and it was confirmed when they saw how you act around her every time you played against Arsenal.

"And that's when we make our apparition." Sam said, sliding to your right side, while Guro was sliding to your left side.

"Uh, well, actually, I wanted..."

"Don't worry, Y/n, we're the best wingmen, well, wing women, you could dream of." The Norwegian cut you off, making some of your teammates laugh.

"I really appreciate that, but..."

"Where are we starting?" The Australian said this time, "Oh, I know. We can make a big panel with 'Laura, I love you' written on it."

"Yeah, and you could show up at their next match with it." The winger approved.

"But I think we can do better than that." Sam said, she was really thinking deeply about that.

"Don't you think we should stop them?" Pernille whispered to the Swedish defender.

"Yes, but I want to know how far they'll go," Magda admitted.

And that's how the whole training session went: the two players proposed some extravagant ideas, and you politely refused them.

"And if we do something more simple?" You asked, gaining their interest, and you watched around to see something that could help you until you spotted Eve. "We can just write her a poem with flowers." You proposed.

"It sounds boring." Guro said, hurting your feelings.

"Yeah, totally overacted." Sam confirmed.

"Well, at least it's still the most realistic thing to do." Niamh said, coming from nowhere.

"Yes, and it's still pretty romantic if you find the good words." Jessie added.

The two strikers looked at each other for a long moment before agreeing, "Okay, we will try that." The Norwegian said.

You released a breath you didn't know you were keeping and thanked your auto-designated sisters. Now, the second step was to write the best poem, and for that, you had an idea.

Back in the locker room, you were searching for someone when you collided with Magda. "Hey, careful little one. Why are you running?"

"I convinced Sam and Guro not to do one of their plans, and now I need help to write a poem." You replied.

"A poem? It seems pretty romantic." The Danish said.

You didn't stay longer and resumed your way to the locker room, where you found your French teammates. "Eve, I need your help."

"The last time you said you needed somebody's help, which was literally a few hours ago, you finished being chased by Sam and Guro during the entire training session." She gently reminded you, making you laugh.

"View it like this; it's a little funny." You admitted. "But really, I really need your help. I convinced Sam and Guro to give up their crazy for something more... realistic. And now I need someone who knows how to write a poem."

"I don't know why, but it sounds more unrealistic than their crazy ideas." The French player joked. "I'm not really good at writing poems, so let's not talk about writing them in English or German, but I can suggest some famous poets if you want."

"It would be fantastic." You said. After a few names written in your notes and a little drive back home, you were ready. You spent almost all your next free day writing it, and when you were proud enough, you let your teammates give their opinions.

"Honestly, it's pretty cool." Millie said.

"Yeah, we can feel all the love you have for her." Pernille added, making you more proud.

Now only one last step remains in your plan.

A few days later, Laura was ready to train with her teammates when Katie came in the locker room with a letter.

"Girls looked at what I found. They said it was for some of us, but there is not a name, just the initial LW." After hearing this, Manu almost groaned in exasperation.

She was aware of your crush on the defender; she was the one who made you realize it, and she was the one who convinced you to finally confess your feelings. You read her the letter, and her reaction was the same as your teammates'.

Everything was good, but she should be prepared for you messing up at least one thing.

"And there are flowers too." Stina remarked.

Lia Walti and Laura were focused on the flowers, while Leah Williamson was reading the letter loudly. When she finished, everyone in the locker room was shocked by this. It was more than good; for some, it was maybe the best thing they heard, but one question was on everyone's mind.

"Who wrote this?" Katie asked.

Leah looked at the bottom of the paper, and her eyes were wide open. "Y/n Y/l/n." She announced.

"What, Y/n, like Chelsea's player?" Jen asked.

"Apparently yes." The blonde captain replied, a little surprised by that.

"Well, now the important question is, who's LW?" Manu asked, trying discreetly not to put more pressure on you.

"Well, she's not clear about. She talks about a recent injury, but the three of us had a recent injury, so I don't know." Lia replied.

"Well, if I remember correctly, we play them tomorrow, so maybe you could ask her after the game." Frida said.

Meanwhile, Laura was processing everything. It was impossible that it could be her; maybe you just fell in love with one of the older players during your first season here. She didn't know, but somewhere in her mind, she felt like she would be sad if you didn't talk about her.

The next day was match day. You were really worried because Manu told you the next night that you messed up with the most important part of the plan, and now her teammates are trying to figure out for whom you wrote this.

In the locker room, Magda sensed that you were a little stressed by that and tried all she could to relax you. "You can always tell her everything in person if she doesn't understand it." She told you, joking about how many times you tried to be subtile, but the defender never got the hints. "You just need to be you. You're an amazing person, and I'm sure she doesn't need a poem or flowers to see that, but you'll need all your courage today to tell her how you feel after we beat them, okay?"

Like your captain predicted, you won the game, and you even assisted on a goal. But now the real thing could start. On your way to Arsenal's side, you were stopped by some teammates wishing you good luck. You walked to your destination until you were stopped by two figures just before you reached your national teammates.

"I think we need to talk." Leah said with a treating tone. You looked at the two of them, a little confused.

"I think she wants to say that maybe you have something to say to us." Lia corrected when she noticed how you seemed uncomfortable.

"Uh, I don't want to be disrespectful or anything, but what are you talking about?" You asked.

"What do you mean you don't know–" Leah started to say a little irritated by the situation, but she was cut off by her teammate.

"Who is LW?" Lia asked. It took a moment for your brain to understand what was happening. The two players, the irritated tone, LW, and—wait, LW? The letter?

"Oh, my god, are you talking about the letter?"

"Yes, we're talking about the letter. What did you expect?" The blonde captain asked.

"But why did you read the letter?"

"Because you wrote it." The brunette said this time.

"Wait, does one of you have a crush on me?"

"What? Of course not!" They told you at the same time. "But you have a crush on us," the English player added.

"Me? Of course not. Well, don't get me wrong, but my heart already belongs to someone else."

"So why did you write something like this if you already love someone?" The Swiss captain asked.

"Because LW is Laura." You said like it was obvious (technically it was). There was a little silence after your words; the two Arsenal players exchanged an awkward look before they looked behind them to finally notice the Austrian player.

Laura seemed shocked by the news. Fortunately, the two older players left you after they apologized for this misinterpretation.

"Oh." The defender said.

"Yeah. Oh." You repeated.

"But since when?"

"I don't know, maybe since we played together back in Austria."

"Wow, it's been a long time then. But why didn't you tell me anything?"

"Are you kidding me?" You rolled your eyes. "I really spent all my time giving you hints. It was so obvious that Sarah and Laura treated to lock us in a closet until I found the courage to confess. And it was only on our second camp."

"Wow, now I feel stupid." She said, and you laughed a little. "I mean, at the last camp, I heard you talk with Sarah P, and you said that you already had a pretty girl in mind when she asked you about meeting one of her teammates."

"Yes, that's because this pretty girl is you." You said and almost cringed at how it seemed cheesy.

Laura played with the hem of her shirt a moment before she met your eyes. "Can I ask you something?"

"Go on."

"Do you want to go on a date with me?"

You were shaking, unable to control yourself. "Yes, of course yes." You replied, and she smiled.

"Can I ask you another thing?"

"Yes."

"Can I kiss you?" At this moment, it was like your soul was leaving your body; you felt too much happiness for a lifetime. You nodded with a big smile on your face. She approached you, and being smaller than you, she landed one hand on your shoulder while the other cupped your face. She pushed on her toes and gently pressed her lips against yours.

"Finally!" Manu yelled. "It started to be physically painful to see you two in the same room doing nothing but looking at each other like teenage girls."

You pulled away to give her the middle finger until you heard Pernille said "Behave Y/n." You groaned but returned your attention to the girl in front of you, pressing a quick peck on her lips before joining your teammates.

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Charles Leclerc x Button!Reader

(this one is just a little content just because i love summer break and i think i failed a little bit to show just how much lis and charlie are in love in the social!au)

Sicily, Italy.

The warming heat of the sun was everywhere. The towels were warming, the floor of the Azzura (the boat) was warming, and the breeze of the Mediterranean sea was also warming. The summer break started less the 48 hours ago and Lis and Charlie were already on board.

Lis has bought that boat last summer, it was the most terrifying thing she could ever do, at least, thats what her dad has told her, but every weekend she was driving around at 320kmh, so driving a boat was supposed to be easy. But Lis wasn't driving the boat, Charles was. Not at that moment, because tuesday middle morning he was laying down side by side with his girlfriend while she was reading one of her books - Normal People, by Sally Rooney was the chosen one for the trip.

They were together for almost two years, they keep it private and low, only his closest friends and her closest friends (Gia, Catherine and Lauren*) knew about it, and they were fine with that. Until, one day, a rumor was spread around the paddock, and everyone started to pay attention on them.

"Ferrari driver Charles Leclerc is allegedly dating RedBull driver and Jenson Button's daughter, Elise Button."

But for him, Elise Button was just Lis, or Fleur de Lis, his girl, his partner, his other half, the only person who fully understand him.

Last summer they spent hidden in some Italy village, Moscazzano was the one, Lis' mom had a summer house there, and once she was a kid she was always there with her family. That summer Charles felt so much love by her family that his heart was overwhelmed with it. He never had the chance or the opportunity to meet Jenson properly, but those 3 weeks he spent there he learned from where most part of Lis personality came from; she was charming, had that amazing sense of humor, smile pretty easily once she feels comfortable, she likes to swim, to lay on the sun, to play volleybal with her friends, to watch Grey's Anatomy and House with her mom and to go take a walk with her dad every sunset.

This summer they spent most of it swimming in the blue sea, while Lis was making them friendship bracelets for the concert they were supposed to go, or writing some poem Charles would never be allowed to read or just laying side by side, holding hands and talking about everything and anything all at once.

Charles and Lis relationship was easy, they could talk or stay at silence, they could talk for hours or just check how each other was, they could just exist into each other space, Lis was as much part to Charles life as he was to her. They knew each other so deep that no one knew how they didn't ended up together sooner.

"Every time i read that Connell wasn't religious but he thought that God made Marianne for him something clicks inside of me." Lis started to say as she closed the now finished book, Charles just hummed to let her know that he was awake, and listening to her "Because I'm not very religious too, but God, life, the universe put you in my life and I think that was genuinely made for me. I love how our life is simple, and how easy it is to be with you, even though we're weren't supposed to be together."

"I think the fact that we drive for rival teams makes things even better, what do you say? We're enemies to lovers?"

"More like rivals to lovers, but just between us, I would let you win just to see you happy." Lis had that, she was just pure empathy, it didn't look like because she was a woman into a mans sport, but she cared, and she would do anything to make Charles happy, including letting him win in Monza, including let him drive her around, including telling him how much she loves him.

"That's not very RedBull of you, honey." he joked

"It's because deep down I'm sort of a Mercedes driver because of my dad." she was laughing freely.

And summer just freeze. In that moment summer felt eternal. Just Elise and Charles, laying on the sun, listening to each other, talking nonsense around the Mediterranean, joking about how Charles wasn't familiar with the sunscreen technology. They just disappeared on those 4 weeks. They went for morning swims, early breakfast, stopping in those small Italian villages, eating pasta and holding each other. They weren't thinking about the championship, fast cars, Ferrari or RedBull. It was just them.

Charles and Elise, enjoying the sweet company of each other.

And going to Taylor Swift concerts.

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elisebutton there are pieces of us booth under of every city light, thank you italy, you were amazing with us, grazie 🇮🇹

charles_leclerc you are my favorite place

jensonbutton look how adorable you are, already missing you ❤

laurencaspari i picture you (my best friend) with other girls (charles leclerc) and throw up on the street (actually i went drinking)

priyacaspari looking forward to see you guys racing in monza in 2 weeks 🤗

scuderiaferrari hey @redbullracing are you seeing this?

redbullracing hey, charles, could you please bring back our driver? thank you

maxverstappen1 hey, charles, could you please give back my emotional support friend? thanks

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elisebutton capture it, remember it. thank you so much @taylorswift, i had the time of my life last night, traded soooo many friendship bracelets and it felt amazing to be surrounded by these amazing people - to the girls who were next to us, thank you for making my night insanely beautiful, we're happy and not lonely. and thank you to my lover, my karma, the one that there's some invisible string tying you to me @charles_leclerc for singing all the songs with me, I'll save you a seat at every table

jesonbutton i just know that daniel and mick were with you, i just know

danielricciardo heidi is suffering from post taylor's concert sadness i think we should do it again, same time in a couple of months back in mexico?

schecoperez if you're going to mexico im coming too

charles_leclerc im karma and im your boyfriend

charlisewdc ELISE OMG IT WAS ME AND MY FRIENDS YOU WERE SO NICE WE LOVE YOU

ccaspari make the friendship bracelets take a moment and taste it you got no reason to be afraid I LOVE YOU LIS MISSED YOU SO MUCH THESE MONTHS

georgerussell63 carmen and i are officially tswift fans from now one, thank you for the invitation

maxverstappen1 wait, am i the only one who wasn't there?

landonorris LMAO i think you don't like solo racing after all

elisebutton i invited you, i invited everyone

authors note: after this small serie ends i fully intend to do another social media au with another driver, probably daniel ricciardo x volleyball!player

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A/N: I've had this in my drafts for a month lol I'm so sorry.I hope y'all enjoy 🖤 Sexual content.

Early August. Third trimester; 35 weeks. My doctor told me to rest, but it's just not that simple when you own a bakery on Sunset Boulevard in LA, and it's the middle of the summer. Business was booming from summertime festivities, and there were orders that needed to be fulfilled before we closed early for the day—today was my baby shower.

I peered through the entryway from the back of the bakery, stealing a glance out the window. The sun beat down on the stream of passersby, adorned in shorts and sundresses, sunglasses and bright smiles on their faces as they soaked in the sun. I could only imagine how hot it was outside, and it made me oh so very thankful for the tree in our backyard, knowing I'd be spending the majority of the day out there for the shower. At least that way I'd have some shade.

I sighed and made my way back to my station in the back, picking up where I had left off. I twirled the flowering nail between my thumb and index finger, working on putting together yet another rose for a cake that a customer had ordered.

"So, you have any names picked out, Liv?" Juliana sidles up beside me, and I shake my head. "No, but we have a middle name. Nicholas." I tell her, a subtle smile spreading on my lips as I finished the last layer of the flower. I slide the rose onto the cake, adjusting it accordingly before turning my attention towards her cheery face. "That's Noah's best friend." "Aww," she breaks out into a smile that spread from ear to ear. "That's so sweet!" "Yeah," I let out a bashful chuckle, "but not as sweet as this damn cake. Look at how many flowers they want!"

We both glanced down at the dessert in front of me; the entire border was littered with roses, alternating between red, orange, and yellow. It wasn't the kindest on the eyes, but I was doing exactly what the customer had asked for.

"That's a lot of frosting," Jules laughs. I snort. "Tell me about it. It looks like a wall of fire." "Does it?" I nod, knowing she can't see the colors. "Oh! Check out the cake Holly made for your baby shower!" She enthusiastically waves me on towards where Holly was stationed.

I take a peek at what she was working on and grinned—it was beautiful from what I could see. She finishes the last dollop and places the piping bag down beside it, turning towards me with a sheepish grin on her face. "What do you think, Liv?" Holly asks in her timid voice, taking a step away from it for me to take a better look.

It truly was a work of art, and I was more than grateful for her effort. It was a single tiered 8-inch round cake, walled with a baby blue that melted into white all the way around. Intricate flowers skirted the bottom, elegant swirls crawling their way up the sides, meeting with a border of clouds. The cake read 'Oh boy!’ and settled on the top was a pair of blue booties, my heart immediately swelling at the sight of them.

"It's perfect, Holly. Thank you so much!" I threw my arms around her, bringing her in for a tight hug—well, as tight as my belly would allow. "I'm so glad you like it," she tells me quietly, but I can hear the smile laced in her tone. "I was so worried it wouldn't come out the way you envisioned. It's hard guessing what colors are what," she chuckles. "Thankfully I had some assistance with the booties." I pull away, placing my hands on her shoulders with a shake of my head. "It's better than I could've imagined. I almost don't want to eat it later today, but I think he wants it...so we're going to devour it," I laugh. She giggles and thanks me before packaging it up to be taken home.

Noah

"She is going to kill us," I muttered, one arm folded across my chest as I pinched the bridge of my nose with my opposite hand. "Why is the banner pink, and why does it say 'It's a Girl'?" "Well, they didn't have any 'It's a Boy' banners left," Folio shrugs. "But don't worry, we got a plan!" He perks up, a wide smile growing on his face. "Great," I grumbled with a roll of my eyes. I turn when there's a rattle behind me, being met with Nicholas shaking two cans of spray paint, a proud smile on his face. "Don't tell me you're gonna—" "Oh, yeah. That's exactly what I'm gonna do," he smirks, popping the cap off one of them.

With the banner pulled taut, I watched as Nick worked his magic, starting with the lighter shade of powder blue—Liv's mom must've helped pick out the colors. He traced what appeared to be a cloud around the word 'girl', slowly filling the area in and covering the word up completely. It looked a little tacky, but I was trusting the process, knowing how artistic my best friend is, and went back to assist Liv's mom and Victoria with finishing up the backyard.

After another half hour or so, we collectively stood as a group, Vic and I with our arms folded over our chests as we observed the scene before us. "Well? You think she'll like it?" I asked, a bit hesitant with the outcome.

All the streamers and balloons were hung, and all the favors were laid out in their designated areas. We had a table full of refreshments, and underneath our tree we had a large cutout of a hot air balloon—blue and white striped with bundles of white balloons to mimic clouds—acting as the backdrop for Bryan to take photos when Liv was to open her gifts. Nick finished painting the banner, and it seemed to compliment the theme of the party beautifully.

Vic shrugs, bouncing her head side to side as she contemplates. "I think she might throw a bitch fit over the banner, but other than that she'll—" "I love it." I spin around, and there was Olivia waddling her way through the slider door, her dress flowing by her ankles. "Even if the banner is fucked up," she laughs, shaking her head. I puffed out a sigh of relief, returning her smile, and began walking towards her. "Fuck off, Noah. She was mine first!" I'm practically shoved to the side as Vic brushes past me, engulfing Liv in a warm embrace with her mom following suit.

The guys laugh behind me, and all I do is shake my head with a light chuckle as I watched my wife reunite with her mom and best friend. My heart swelled at the sight; with a bright smile, Liv looked as beautiful as ever in her light blue dress, peppered in a floral design, and baby's breath tucked into the neat bun atop her head to match. Tears of joy sprung in their eyes as she cupped a hand under her belly, showing off the size of her bump. Her mom and Vic both gushed and placed a hand on her belly each, surely waiting for him to kick.

I let them have their moment, turning to greet Juliana and Holly as they came in through the gate. They brought in a cake from the bakery, which admittedly looked incredible, and I thanked them before placing it on the table with the rest of the food. After introducing them to the guys, I told them to help themselves to whatever they felt like, hoping to make them feel at home since this was their first time over.

It wasn't a big get-together and everyone seemed to be enjoying themselves, mingling about as Bryan clicked away on his camera to capture the day. We played games like baby trivia, guessing the baby's measurements, and guess who—which was sort of like this or that, but more so 'would mom or dad do that', and of course everyone was in favor of Liv, but it was all in good fun.

Before I knew it, it was time to open gifts, and with each and every one that was opened, the more this became real. Baby clothes, bottles, diapers, teething rings. A carseat, a tummy-time mat, a breast pump—which I had to snatch from Folio, who pulled it out and held it up against his chest and asked 'How does this work?' Everyone laughed, and I'm sure Bryan got a picture of it, but Christ I swear that man doesn't have a brain.

By the end of it all, my head was spinning. For such a small party, there were so many things gifted to us. Of course I was thankful for everything, and it was obvious the baby was already very much loved, but it just seemed like so much. Is he going to really need all these things? Was everything going to fit in the nursery? The clothes were so tiny, how is it possible for something to be so small?

Oh, God. We're a short five weeks away from Olivia giving birth. We're about to have a tiny human in our home. We still haven't finished painting the nursery or putting together the crib. Are we ready for this? Am I ready for this?

"Noah," I hear Liv call for me, and I shake my head clear before meeting her in our bedroom. "Could you help me take my shoes off?"

She sat at the edge of the bed, leaning back against her hands that were planted on the mattress. Her hair fell around her shoulders in messy waves, and her cheeks were flushed, indicating she had tried her best to take them off on her own, only for her belly to hinder her from doing so. Her dress had been lifted to the middle of her thighs, and I could see that her feet were swollen from where I stood. I knew she was embarrassed by the bashful smile playing on her lips and I crossed the short distance to join her.

"Sure, love." I grinned, cradling the back of her head to lay a kiss to her forehead before crouching down in front of her. I take her right leg in my hands and undo the strap around her ankle, carefully slipping the wedge from her foot. She sighs with relief; there was a deep indentation across the top of her foot and I frowned, knowing how hard I tried to convince her to wear flats instead. Her left foot was the same, if not a little bit more swollen.

I pressed my thumbs into the arch, slowly rolling up towards the ball of her foot, repeating this action a few times. A quiet moan slips out from her and I moved back to her right foot to do the same, her sounds music to my ears. As innocent as this was, it was going straight to my dick—her sounds, the proximity, her dress pulled up just enough for my mind to run rampant.

Slowly, my hands move up to her calf, my fingers kneading into the tense muscle. She sighs again and I bring her leg up to my lips, pressing them gently against her ankle. I inch my mouth further up her leg, my right hand sliding up and over her knee and landing on her inner thigh. "Noah," she giggles, "I only wanted you to take my shoes off." I lay one last kiss against her calf. "I know, sorry," I lower my hand, shaking my head. "I'll stop." Her legs start to separate, and I quirk an eyebrow at her as our eyes meet. She's biting her bottom lip and there's fire burning behind her oceanic eyes. "You don't have to," she tells me, maneuvering so that her leg was now out of my hold and over my shoulder.

She leans back on her elbows, spreading her legs further. Once again, my cock twitches in my pants seeing her on full display. I can't see her face clearly from the way her belly protrudes; I sit up on my knees to look at her and she winks at me. She presses her heel into my upper back, and I let out a breathy chuckle at her eagerness.

She assists in pulling her dress up further, settling it below her breasts. I grin, running my hands over her stomach before pressing a kiss against the bump and sinking back to my original position, hooking my fingers into the waistband of her panties. I begin to shimmy them down her legs, noticing that she's already starting to glisten with arousal. I smirk to myself.

I lay kisses on her legs once more, alternating between both thighs, inching up until I reach her mound and settle there for a moment or two. She's breathing heavier now, and I know she's buzzing from anticipation because of it.

Her hips rut towards me when I flick my tongue against her clit and take a moment to savor the way she tasted, licking a stripe through her folds. I palm her thighs, keeping her legs spread, and she squirms in my hold as I purposely avoid the sensitive bundle of nerves. I was being selfish, but God did she taste heavenly.

I spear her with my tongue, my nose running against her clit and she whines, her hands finding my hair. She knots her fingers at the roots, giving me a light tug, and a low growl slips from my throat from the sensation. She was telling me what she wanted without a single word, and I was going to give it to her.

I replace my tongue with a finger and a second shortly after, curling them leisurely, brushing against her spot ever-so-slightly as I coaxed a quiet moan from her. She begins to whisper my name, begging me for more, only to be cut off with a loud gasp when I brought my attention back to her clit. I massaged her with my tongue, meticulously tracing her in the way I knew that she loved. I thrusted my fingers inside of her, matching the speed of my tongue, and her hips start to lift, pressing herself further against my mouth.

I feel her walls beginning to clench around my fingers, and I groaned against her, wanting her to come undone. I needed her to, I needed to feel her release, taste her as she comes in my hand.

I encase her bud with my lips, lightly scratching my teeth against her before sucking, knowing this drove her nuts from the moan she always let out when I did. She tugs my hair once again, and a chuckle vibrates in my throat—I knew she was close. From her quickened breaths to the way she gyrated her hips against my mouth, it was only a matter of time.

With a final pull against her clit, her walls tighten around my fingers, pulsing as she comes on my hand. I groan, finding pleasure in the way her body quakes against me, savoring every last drop of her as if I were a man starved and this was the last meal on earth.

Her body relaxes, falling limp against the mattress. I pull her dress back down before standing, gazing down at Liv as she recoups. I grin; she was always so beautiful, even with her face flushed and her hair mussed, all the while panting with a satisfied curl tugging on her lips.

"Let's get you comfortable," I tell her after a few minutes, taking her hands in mine to bring her to her feet. "Wait," she giggles, dropping my hands and placing hers on my chest, looking up at me. "You don't want anything in return?" I shake my head 'no', grinning sheepishly. "No, love," I deny, my hands landing on her hips and giving her a firm squeeze. "I just wanted to make you feel good." Her cheeks tinted into a deeper shade of rose as she lets out a soft 'Oh'. I move my hands to her upper arms and give them a reassuring rub, kissing her forehead. "Arms up," I tell her gently.

She rolls her eyes, a playful pout on her face as she does as I instructed. I lift her dress up and over her head, dropping it on the floor before spinning her around to unclasp her bra and slipping it off her shoulders. She turns back towards me with a light smile and I reveled in the sight, from the glimmer in her eyes to the swell of her breasts and down to her belly.

She starts to cover herself with her arms; I knew how uncomfortable she was with her body now that she was eight months pregnant, but it was my goal to remind her just how beautiful she is. I cup her face with both hands, pressing my forehead against hers with a little shake of my head and locked my eyes with her iridescent blues.

"None of that," I whispered. "Stop trying to hide your body. You are still the most gorgeous woman to grace the earth whether you see it or not, okay?" I notice the tears starting to well in her eyes and she tries to blink them away. "I'm sorry," she says, barely audible. "Don't be sorry, love. It's my job to make you feel that you are." I lift my head from hers and brush her bangs back, kissing her forehead. "You. Are. Beautiful." I enunciate by kissing her nose and cheeks between each word. "Okay?" "Okay," she whispers, a strained giggle sounding from her.

I palm her belly, glancing down and admiring how my hand curved against it. She lays her hand atop of mine, and a smile breaks out across my face when I feel him kick. I bring my eyes back to Olivia's, and she had the same smile painted on her face.

"Let's get ready for bed, yeah?" I give her a kiss before retracting my hand and strip to my boxers. She takes my shirt from my hands and slips it on, giggling when it just barely covers her belly—my shirts used to land at the middle of her thighs beforehand. She finds a pair of shorts, lying down shortly after.

I lie down on my back, my right arm extended and patting my chest with my left hand. She wastes no time at all and shuffles closer to me, settling her leg on top of me while she rests her head on my chest. I press a kiss on the top of her head and wrap my arm around her, rubbing her shoulder lightly.

She sighs peacefully, nuzzling her face against me. "Thank you for today. Everything was beautiful." "Don't just thank me. Everyone chipped in," I tell her. "True. I guess if it weren't for Nick, we'd have had a banner that said 'It's a Girl!'," she giggles. "We have Jolly to thank for the food, Bryan for the pictures, Folio for the comedic relief." "Your mom and Vic for all the decorations, Jules and Holly for the cake. I really just made sure things were put in the right place," I shrugged my free shoulder. "Well, you all did great, and it's clear that baby is already so loved. So, thank you; all of you." "Anything for you, love."

In a matter of minutes, she was out cold. I grinned to myself, admiring the way she snoozed on top of me. Her jaw slack, the same strand of her mahogany hair that always got sucked into her mouth as she breathed, the subtle movement of her eyes shifting back and forth as she dreamed. I pressed another kiss on top of her head, sighing as I shut my eyes to try and catch some sleep.

It wasn't easy when your mind was on the fritz, mentally trying to figure out how this would all play out. Worrying if we had everything we needed—even though I'm sure we had more than enough—worrying if the room would be ready in time, worrying if we were both ready for this next step in life. Hell, we didn't even have a name picked out for him.

I don't think I'm getting any sleep tonight.

|Chapter 25|

[httpsdana]

can u write one for Marcus where he has feelings for the reader and being a nervous mess whenever she is there and he finally asks her out

Photographer~Marcus Rashford

*GIF isnt mine. credits to the owner*

Rashy is backkk. I updated my players list please start requesting again for new players

you can request from my prompt list

this is my master list

players/drivers I write for

y/n was the photographer Man United have assigned to be responsible for any photoshoot the squad has. So she met with the players at least once a week, and with her sociable friendly personality, she was able to be close to almost all of them. Marcus was her favorite, not only was he so humble and had a good sense of humor, but she adored how he gets so flustered during photoshoots with her. She wondered why he suddenly got nervous around, but never thought much about it, knowing she's gonna get way too delusional.

The last photoshoot before the summer break was for the new kit. Every player was supposed to take a few photos alone wearing the kit before some group pictures are taken.

"one last smile Licha...and we're done! good job Lisandro, take a break before the group photos" y/n waved at him, checking the last picture she took of him while waiting for the next player to come.

y/n felt the presence of someone in front of her, so she looked up and was met with Marcus's dark eyes gazing into hers

"oh hey Marcus, didnt know it was your turn. come on take a few poses" she gave him a sweet smile, before fixing the lighting and setting up her camera

Marcus took a deep breath, trying not to look too awkward in his poses, but he couldn't help it when the girl he's crushing on is the one taking the pictures

"loosen up Marcus, you're too tense" she pointed out.

He let out a sigh and ran his hand over his face.

y/n furrowed her eyebrows, putting her camera down and walking to him

"what's wrong?" she stood in front of him, looking up at him. He looked down at her smiling as she looked too small next to him.

"nothing-I just-nevermind" he stuttered, avoiding her gaze knowing he'd get way too nervous if she was staring into his soul

"come on tell me what's up" she pushed trying to get him to talk

He looked behind her, at her assists that were waiting for both of them to get back to work

He shook his head, not trusting his voice at the moment

y/n turned her head to look at were his eyes were.

"hey guys, take a break for a few minutes, I'll call you in a while" she waved at them, until it was only her and Marcus in the room

"you can't avoid it now Marcus. tell me whats wrong" she nudged her shoulder against hers

"I wanted to-would you-I'd like-oh my god" he let out a sigh in frustration, hating how he can't seem to form a small sentence because of her presence

"Marcus..." she started, taking a step closer to him, while he took a step backwards

"listen...I like you okay? and I've been wanting to ask you out since the begining of the season but I'm too scared to do that" he confessed, feeling a weight shift off his shoulder at his own confession

y/n smiled at him, while his eyes were glued to the floor too afraid to face her. She leaned up to bin, pressing a small kiss on his cheek

"I'd love to go out with you" she said, making Marcus's eyes snap to hers

"really?" he made sure that she wasn't messing with him

"of course" she assured him, making his smile widen.

He gave her a big hug, telling her to get ready tonight

"lets continue our photoshoot yeah?" she asked with a smile

He nodded, mirroring her smile.

For the rest of the photoshoot, Marcus was all smiley and giggly, and his photos turned out to be the best out of all.

[penig]

So we're having a rough summer and I haven't been talking about it because why brood but it's different when you talk about people being nice. So, thumbnail sketch:

We finally (as I've been wanting to do for years) got an estimate on getting the house rewired (pretty sure some of the original wiring installed in 1910 is in use) and partially replumbed (can't use the shower tub because the iron pipes are too clogged), and the paperwork for the loan took forever, and then a high wind came along (on my birthday) and dropped a dead redbud tree on our porch and a large branch on our car, which was totaled, and we had to buy a new (used) car and get a tree service to come out and take care of the fallen wood and trim the trees so no more wood falls, but the cost to take care of the big branch and woodpecker damaged tree in the back yard was more than we could afford with the car business, but that could wait a few months assuming no more high winds come along; and the loan comes through and we get the car squared away and the tree service is scheduled to come and we're starting to breathe again -

And I spy somebody putting what I recognize as a code violation notice on the front gate so I open the door and come out to tell her that if this is about the redbud tree on the porch we've already scheduled the work and she says: "It's everything on the lot. Cut it down to 12 inches. You have ten days" So I point out that most of the tall stuff is legal garden plants that should not be pruned in August, that it's two years since I've been physically capable of doing yardwork of any kind, that the work she's demanding is impossible in that time frame and oh yes, it's August, in Texas, with triple digit temperatures predicted for the foreseeable future and it could very well kill me to try. She thought there might be a local program to help me (No; they're all for structural work) and wouldn't budge. So that was like being shoved back underwater when we'd almost crawled out on shore.

But we put out a call to our friends, and people came over Saturday and did miracles, and almost every day this week somebody has come over (in addition to the people putting holes in our walls and ceilings and arguing over how to run the wires and occasionally turning pale at what they find) to help me in the mornings before the third digit kicked in. We did not, of course prune any of the poor heat stressed legal plants, but great inroads were made on the rest of it, and one friend even cut up the big branch in the back yard and the tree service people hauled it off, along with a collapsed picnic table which they told me, when they quoted the price for this small secondary job, that they would not take.

This morning I could barely move. I'm getting a lot of pain in the good leg as well as the bad leg, and in my back, plus I was just weak with heat and tiredness, and for the first time in almost a year I decided I'd better break out the cane again, at least to take the stairs and walk in the yard to discuss with the friend who came today, the last day before the inspection, where best to put his effort (because it was plain to both of us that I wasn't lifting a finger) in order to convince the inspector that we really had done the best we could and to let the stuff we couldn't get to slide until fall and spring.

And I guess one of the workmen noticed the cane, and noticed that the handrail on the upper staircase had pulled out of the wall on one end (it had been anchored to the sheetrock, not the wall proper; the other end was anchored in paneling and was fine; this happened a couple of months ago and we had bigger worries), and just - fixed it. Because it's certainly fixed now. As is typical in Texas most of the workmen are people I can't even talk to because my Spanish is as bad as their English, so it's not as if we've made friends with them. And I didn't see it done, nor did the foreman know who did it when I brought it up and asked him to thank whoever it was, so it wasn't somebody looking to make points. They just saw a chance to do a small simple thing to benefit a total stranger, and did it.

The point here being that two people - whoever called in the code complaint (seriously, that should be illegal in August, at least for yard code with no clear and present danger) and the city employee who wouldn't listen to reason - went out of their way to force me to focus on the least pressing problem facing us right now at the expense of my own well-being. But they are far, far outnumbered by the people who have gone out of their way to help us, just because we needed help.

So, suck it, cynicism!

[kitsu-katsu]

Very much personal posting but other aros might relate

I love being aro, it's extremely cool, it's a big part of who I am and love it

BUT, that fact does nothing to alleviate the resentment I end up feeling for the best friends who say they'll always be there for you and "oh, we'll all grow old together, we'll be telling shitty jokes to each other at a nursing home at some point", only to immediately show you that they will in fact always prioritize a romantic pursuit by bending over backwards to have everything be about a new love interest they met less than a week ago

It feels shitty

In my case, some of my best friends live in a different city hours away from mine, so we can rarely hang out in person anymore, and they also have huge anxiety problems, so they haven't visited my city at all, it's always me going and telling them "I'm all yours when there, we have to go out!" And so many times we don't even get that as plans fail so easily. And plans have been made for them to visit the other way around, where us the remaining 3 people of the friend group are. But it's always a faraway hypothetical that never goes anywhere. "Some summer", "over spring break", "It'll happen I swear".

These two friends in the other city each got romantically interested in some guy

Friend A, who fails to meet our plans to go out 95% of the time, somehow managed to always have the perfect hole in their schedule to go out at least twice a week for a month and a half with their romantic prospect

Friend B, who's been saying they have to visit our city at some point but hasn't because of anxiety or being busy or financial problems, met a guy less than a week ago who lives in yet another city that's just as far away as mine is from my friend's city, but in less than a week they've already made plans to go on a trip to their crush's city to see them more and go out

And it SUCKS

Because you are understanding with them

Of course it's hard to go out, we've all got different responsibilities and different mental health issues and different money issues and such

But after being best friends for almost a decade and seeing them suddenly be completely able to do in a day what they fervently insisted they couldn't do with you in a year, it's.... Maddening

I'm not jealous of their partners because they have their romantic attention. I'm envious of the time they can clearly manage to give someone they've barely met but is obviously immediately more important until the relationship implodes than I am having been there for them for nearly a decade

And it means that when the relationship fails and we're back to the status quo, I have to sit there and believe them that it is still literally impossible to go out for more than 2 hours every 4 months. I have to sit with the fact that as soon as some other pretty person catches their eye, "we're all gonna grow old together" becomes nothing but a passing joke

It's a huge blow

[winchesterhymns]

Guard Dog

Day 1: Ethel Cain, Cycles / Ouroboros

801 words of samdean fic for the mini event for @holyfreaks birthday!!

Take the Ethel Cain prompt with a grain of salt (an inbred grain of salt) I think if she wrote a song, it'd be like this fr. I tried to keep this short and sweet, and I succeeded (can I get some applause please)!!

Inspired by this post! As well as this post and reblog, except instead of Sam being a voyeur, it's Dean >:3

Please enjoy! (Also I am NOT late, it's 11pm where I am, so ha)

Explicit!!

The sound of dogs barking startles me awake. It's those damn pit bulls on the other side of the road, I hear their chains rattle. I wouldn't really care about them or give them a second thought if it weren't for Sammy. Every time we walk home from school he sees them, he worries about their necks and how the chains might snap or how they might choke. I find myself thinking something similar from time to time now.

The wind breaks into our room and settles on my skin, my blanket must've come off during the night. The days have been getting hotter and hotter as summer approaches, it always surprises just how hot it can get in Nebraska. Sammy begged dad to let us stay so he could at least finish grade 9 here. I say it's a pain in the ass. 

Speaking of the little brat, I don't see him in his bed. I get up and look around the dark room, the lock on the door is still on its side and the keys are on the dresser, he hasn’t gone out. That's when I hear the sound of running water coming from the bathroom, and all of a sudden, I gotta piss.

I stumble my way over to the worn, wooden door. The room is as shitty as all the others we've been in, only difference is there's two beds. Usually there would only be one, since it was cheaper and it'd just be me and Sammy. Of course though, Sammy's a growing boy, and growing boys need their own space, so he says. Most we could manage was another bed, no way in hell dad would let us spend money on a whole other room when we're already struggling with what we have.

I stop before my fist pounds away at the door. It's creaked open. 

I look in and see Sammy’s reflection in the mirror. He’s just sitting on the toilet, his pants down.

But… His hand is busy, swiftly moving up and down. There's sweat dripping down his forehead and his mouth is parted open, he almost looks…

Beautiful.

His features have always been sharper than mine, and his hair longer, he liked it that way – and no matter how much I hassled him about it – I did too.

I watch a little longer before quietly going back to bed. 

I'm proud of him. 

Everything seems to be in working order, as his older brother I gotta watch out for these things. I roll to my side and ignore the pain between my legs.

~~~

I was out getting some chips and soda for Sammy and I. We'd be having a movie marathon tonight, dad let us rent some movies, so we did. And since it was Friday, Sammy agreed. 

I'd been gone for too long, and Sammy said he wasn't feeling well, so I hurry and pay before going back to our room.

Three weeks.

I've been watching him for three weeks. 

Every night. 

Or well, every night he does it, which is only a few times a week. 

Just to make sure everything works, dad told me to look out for him, so that's what I'm doing. Honestly it'd be better if he were doing it with a girl. He's old enough now, why he's sitting around in the bathroom and diddling himself alone is beyond me. 

A girl has been stopping by though. She blonde with green eyes, some light freckles here and there, looks almost like a doll. Sammy says she's just there to work on a project. But sometimes I catch her pushing Sammy's hair from his face. Or Sammy touching her leg. They're bold doing that while I'm there, I'll give ‘em that. 

I take my keys out as my eyes land on our door, lucky room 13. 

The dogs are yapping away like always. But beyond that, I hear a moan…coming from inside.

My throat goes dry, my stomach tightens, and I immediately know what’s happening. 

I feel proud.

I peak through a crack in the curtains. Sammy's sitting on the floor with his back against the bed, he's facing me, his eyes closed. I watch his hands and the way they sit on the girls naked hips, he's helping her move. 

She's on top, moving like this is a rodeo and she's just tamed her first wild horse. She's persistent with her moves, and I can feel the pride surge within me. 

I see Sammy scrunch up his little nose, and from weeks of observation, I know he's close.

My baby brother’s healthy, and his body’s working the way it's supposed to, he's getting it on with girls. 

I'm truly proud.

I hear the dogs barking.

The chain snaps. 

And then I'm inside, pushing her off of him.

[aaaarsonist]

I'm totally and completely obsessed with Conan Grey's newest album and I DON'T FUCKING UNDERSTAND HOW NO ONE IS TALKING ABOUT IT?????

Not just because the album is a fucking masterpiece, or because every song slaps, or because I'm in love with Conan's improvement (HIS VOLCALS OMFG), but because of the fanfic potential.

I'mma leave some fragments of different songs so you understand what I'm talking about.

Shout-out to my soulmate for making me listen to the album <3

There's a God in the sky, don't believe him

Don't be scared, little child, you're no demon

Don't be scared, little child, of that feeling

You're in love, you found heaven

Found Heaven

First, I'll say: I apologize for calling

But I saw your face in a magazine today

Wasn't you, too late

All my tears already falling

Tried to turn the page

But our story wasn't stopping

Never ending song

Dark room, not a whisper, a word

Guess you take all the pain that you think you deserve

Won't sleep 'cause it's easy to hurt tonight, tonight

(…)

White lies from the passenger seat

Say you love me for life, say you'll never leave

Kiss me 'til I almost believe, tonight

Fainted love

We'rе lonely dancers

Join me for thе night

We're lonely dancers, baby

Dance with me so we don't cry

We're lonely dancers

There's no need to hide

I know the answer, baby

Dance with me so we don't cry

(…)

Your lover left you, broke up tonight

My lover's busy kissing other guys, oh

We're both alone now, tears in our eyes

I know the perfect way to waste our time

Lonely dancers

You wrapped your fingers around my neck

And pulled me into your desperate breath

The way you kissed me hot and fast

I knew it'd be the last

(…)

I waited all year at your feet

Like, maybe you'd love me

(…)

And I thanked God to touch the flame

'Cause I swore necks were made for bruising

I swore lips were made for lies

And I thought if you'd ever leave me

That I'd be the reason why

And I don't even care if it's just a summer fling

If it's all experimental and you go back to safer things

But I swore hands were made for fighting

I swore eyes were made to cry

But you're the first person that I've seen

Who's proven that might be a lie

Alley Rose

I believed your lies

Tried to bite back, but I couldn't

I just stood and cried

For the lost time, for the hurtin'

For the love that died

(…)

But all I wanted was the final fight

And all I needed was to make it right

Tonight, there's nothing left to do

But finally tell you what you put me through

(…)

Made a whole new life

I got a bit of distance

Saw the New York lights

And I came right back after growin'

Yet you're still the same

Though it's me who may be broken

It was you to blame

The final fight

The fear of love is my tendency

But I feel it, believe it

I never meant to break your heart

But I lost it like a promise

And left you dancin' in the dark

Miss you

And after all this time, I wonder why you're still with me

Well, at least in all my memories

(…)

You are the reason I learned to love

Also the reason that I cry

Still, I think of all the bloodshed, somehow bittersweet

I'm even smilin' now as I sing

Forever with me

I grab the keys, I scramble to the door

But then I, I hear your heartbeat bleedin' through the floor

The memories that I cannot ignore

Fight for my life inside a silent war

Eye of the night

He wants ya, he wants ya, you don't even see me

She wants ya, she wants ya, there's no point competing

He wants ya, she wants ya, like everyone else in your life

(…)

I want ya, I want ya, I want ya to need me

I need ya, I need ya, I need ya to love me

I want ya, I want ya, like everyone else here tonight

Boys & girls

So you take and you take 'cause you know you can

And I chase as you're chasin' another man

(…)

You're killing me

You're not makin' it easy

Too busy deceivin' and cheatin'

And lyin' and competin'

To know how lucky you are

You're killing me

I just want you to free me

And though I am cryin' and bleedin'

And barely breathin'

I can't let go of your heart

Killing me

Packed my bags at fourteen

I hadn't planned on leaving

But you haven't been back home for days

The pots and pans and roaches

They're glad I'm finally goin'

'Cause, even them, they shudder at your name

(…)

That all you ever want is to be right

Even if that means you gotta lie to do it

(…)

Bask inside your victory

My heart that once was beating

Bleeding in the palm of your hand

Yeah, you have the nerve to miss me

How do I somehow feel guilty

When you're the one who let it get this bad?

Winner

[george-weasleys-girl]

Chapter 22 - Untitled

Warnings: a few curse words, brief mention of sex

Summary: Summer vacation begins at The House of Black

*Couldn't think of a title. I'm open to any and all suggestions

Start Here:

~•~

"Close the curtains!" Fred yelled over the shrill screaming.

"What?" Ron bellowed back.

"The curtains! Dad warned us-" Ginny began, but her voice was drowned out by the portrait of Walburga Black unleashing her wrath on the new arrivals. Seconds later a tall man with long black hair stormed down the hall toward them.

He wrenched the moldy, moth eaten curtains over the screaming woman, then made a flourishing bow, "Sirius Black at your service, please excuse the screaming bitch that was my bat-shit crazy mother."

"Language!" came the commanding voice of Mrs. Weasley from down the hall.

Sirius rolled his grey eyes. "Welcome to my humble abode," he said, guiding them into the kitchen.

~•~

"Poor Arthur." Y/N said, running a finger through the thick layer of dust covering the top of the dresser.

"What do you mean 'poor arthur'?" George asked, while he poked around in the bedroom's massive closet.

"Molly was furious that he just dropped us off before rushing back to the Ministery. It's not his fault they called him back in earlier than expected."

George stepped out of the closet. "Doesn't matter," he said. "He'll still get an earful tonight. You know how she gets."

"Yes, I do," Y/N agreed, exhaling a long sigh.

Striding to stand beside her, George wrapped an arm around her shoulders. "This room seems decent. Or, at least, it's better than the one with the ghost of a mortis bat flying around."

"You know, we're playing with fire." Y/N said. "If Molly finds out we're sleeping together, there'll be hell pay."

"We managed it over spring break."

"Barely," Y/N argued. "We almost got caught a couple of times. And that was only for a week. This will be for two months."

George shrugged. "If she finds out, so be it. She's going to have to come to terms with our relationship sooner or later."

"Coming to terms with you dating someone she doesn't entirely approve of is one thing." Y/N countered. "Finding out we're having sex is a different matter altogether."

"I'm past the point of caring what she thinks," George replied. "Besides, I'm not sleeping anywhere other than next to you for the rest of my life--well, except for, you know--

Y/N looked up at him, her sweet smile and sparkling eyes going straight to his heart. George couldn't help himself and pulled her into a kiss, arms tightening around her as her legs morphed into butter.

"I love how you get all melty when I kiss you," he said, once they pulled away. "And how you blush so adorably when I say things like that."

Smiling wide when she giggled, George leaned down and kissed the tip of her nose, pretending not to notice her lovely blush deepening into crimson.

"Now," he said. "What do say we scourgify the room, so the dustbunnies don't nibble on us in our sleep?"

Next Chapter:

@milivanili99

@slytherclaw1978

@quackitysdrugdealer

[dollsonmain]

Son and I were talking about how me working at the bank would go time-wise and he said "We won't have time to do ANYTHING."

😭

Yeah, we'd barely see each other. We're used to spending all day together, at least in the summer.

We parallel play all day. Sometimes we co-play like the other day we were playing Hot Wheels together, but mostly we're on our individual devices in the office occasionally talking to each other about what we're doing or what the other is doing.

Honestly, I don't want to work at the bank or in an office. I never cared what I look like and don't do my hair or my face or anything. I really don't have anything appropriate to wear to an office job where you have to look nice, either. Not even a week's worth of clothing. I don't like that stuffy corporate style. However, I don't think they were all dressed fancy when I was in there last time. More business casual, Polos and pressed slacks style which makes sense since this is a relatively small town.

I'd rather work somewhere that what I look like is irrelevant.

I did pick up a cheap sleeping cap at the store yesterday. Sleeping with it on will take some getting used to, but that's fine. My hair already looks better since it's not being rolled around on a cotton pillow case all night. Thankfully my hair style of choice (shag layers) makes it so that I don't have to worry overmuch about breakage but it'll be nice to have less overall damage in the mornings.

I have personal ponies and dolls to work on but haven't been down to the salon at all. Almost feel guilty about that but only almost. I'm allowed to take a break.

I'm also just so damned depressed and feeling hopeless at the moment thanks to the whole job and relationship thing.

[erstwhilesparrow]

haven't made a list of thoughts in a while. thought exorcism time:

i feel like i've told this story a billion times but when i started university i told myself, "okay, that was a fun little summer jaunt writing fic and all, but you gotta chill now and focus on school stuff," and then i just could not do it at all. i'd have a google doc open on my laptop to add a couple sentences to it in the ten minute break between classes. i'd walk around campus thinking about editing this or that sentence. my friend turned to me while we were hanging out yesterday and told me something to the effect of, "i like writing, but i don't think i need to write in the way that you need to write." sometimes i think about what i would do if i had to stop writing for any reason and then i have to sit down for a few minutes. saying this in text i feel like-- a joke character? like how the fuck am i a real person that exists in the world and is like this. it is nevertheless true that i am like this!

so if i were to attempt narrativizing mcsos, there's two directions we could go here. one is to look at what's been produced so far and make a story about that, the other is to consider "if i were asked what sort of plot beats might be fun and interesting to do on this server starting from our current point in time, what would i say?" and the looking back direction i think is just. it's a game. lean into the themes, you know? everything you do is a love letter to the world, and in some ways, the game is the practice run for the love letter you are writing with your life beyond the game. and i also am thinking about that post that's like "minecraft's natural generation feels like an invitation to build on top of it," to smooth out the rough edges and make it look ~more like the thing you are expecting? i like the idea of the universe taking these players and going, "okay, here, for this brief span, inhabit these breakable little bodies and help me build a world with a history. help me make a place that people have been." and it works with the Not Doing Lore because none of the players are strictly Playing Characters, but they have ideas about the sorts of people who would be In This Place. owen's skeletons in the jungle are, yes, literally a place he is living for now, but they are also making someone else's story and putting it into the world, even if we never meet or know about that someone else. pix's massive excavation is a story about people who could pull chunks of the world up into the sky, and this is what pix's story is, but it's also not about him -- he is building a history that didn't happen, or at least didn't happen to him-as-excavator. i think there are ways to tell this story that make it ring true to what the videos give us and still Make It A Story.

another bullet point for the other direction: when the first mcsos videos were posted and people kept making "no lore! ;)" jokes and all the SOS promo material seemed like it was about people in modern day clothes stranded out in a weird magical wilderness, i mentioned to a friend that it would be really fun if what happened was a story about building a world so well it eats you. "we're not doing lore," they say. "it's just a game and we're just going to play it as a game." and it is a game, for a while, and they really aren't trying to tell any story, and then things beyond their control start happening and they become increasingly trapped in this world and they're not telling a story here but a story is demanding to be told anyway. this can also be about the horrors of being a creator, probably.

i do think that in conversation with an empty room and a microphone isn't even nearly as good as some of the stuff that was inspired by it, but i also don't care at all because i'm so fucking pleased that that fic did almost exactly the thing i wanted it to. i get why people are not always on the "all fic is meta" train but this is the train i am on and there is not much more satisfying than knowing that i played in a role in a really really interesting and ongoing Conversation Via Fic. it doesn't matter that i maybe didn't say everything i could have with that fic; other people can and have and will fill in those gaps!! it rules!! it's so cool!! i like this fact a lot. forgive me being sentimental.

[all of the other thoughts that would go here have to be redacted because i'm STILL not done outsiders and i am saving those thoughts for after i'm done to avoid people spoiling things]