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Milk Aisle - Lando Norris

<word count - 7191> |part 1 - Nerd|part 2 - Rumours|part 3 - So Special|part 4 - Something Else|

Lando resented you. He absolutely hated your guts. You had completely ruined him. He was miserable, wholly miserable. He spent the coming days sulking in bed, even skipping school on the Friday by telling his mum that he was sick.

Despite never really enjoying school, Lando wasn't one to ask to have a day off randomly. So, she let him, just this once. She knew it was something to do with you, but Lando never specified. A small part of him didn't want his mum or family disliking you, but he couldn't fathom why. 

Maybe it was because he still longed for you with every fibre of his being, but that was just a hunch. 

He didn't bother doing any of the catch-up work that he had missed, it didn't feel worth it to him. His mum had to talk him into going into school on Monday after a weekend of moping and sitting with his mind that was shrouded with the fog of his hatred for you. 

His mum drove him to school, and he went to stand by the lockers until the bell had gone for first lesson. His friends had texted to ask why he hadn't turned up to the track on Saturday, or to the park for football on Sunday, but he had left them all on read. 

It was weird to see them concerned for him, since they were so prone to taking the piss out of him. He appreciated it, but he didn't want to talk. Meanwhile, you had also spent your weekend in a stupor of sadness. 

You definitely regretted it in some capacity, but you were glad not to hear a word from anyone when you walked into school on Monday morning. You were still avoiding Lilly like the plague she was, but no one made any move to piss you off. 

Later in the day, you took yourself over to DT, where you knew Lando would be. You hadn't seen him all day, and you weren't sure if you wanted to or not. The guilt would eat you alive if you saw him. Well, if he was sad. 

For all you knew, he could have been going about his day acting as if everything was fine and he wasn't so hurt by the way that things had ended between you. But then you caught yourself as your inner monologue ran rampant. 

Things had ended? That made it sound like you were in caring, loving relationship. Your friendship was very caring, since the both of you were very considerate of how the other felt. Loving? That was a whole other matter to consider.

Neither of you knew what love in a romantic capacity meant, but whatever you felt for Lando was the closest thing you had ever had to it. He wasn't there when you walked in, which was slightly relieving. 

You sat at your bench, opening the cupboard underneath the desk to see everyone's work who sat at that desk throughout the week. And there was the piece that Lando had made as part of the bet that had started all of this. 

He still owed you a week of woodwork, and you still owed him a few maths homeworks, but you had given up on it, just like you had given up on Lando. The bell went that signalled that everyone should be in lesson, and Lando still wasn't there.

Your teacher took the register, but just as he reached Lando's name, the door swung open as he skulked into the room. He didn't look at you, or anyone else for that matter as he took his seat at his bench. 

"You're late, Lando," your teacher said, and Lando just sat there and looked at him. "Why?" he asked, and Lando's eyes darted around the room for a second, as if coming up with a reason why he was late. 

"I was with Miss Kennedy," he said, and everyone knew it was a lie. Miss Kennedy was your maths teacher, and you knew he wasn't with her because you had seen her go into the maths room and Lando sure as hell hadn't gone in too.

It seemed your DT teacher also knew that it was bullshit, but he decided not to press the matter any further. Once the register was done, he explain what you'd be doing today. You hoped you'd be doing 3D modelling on the computers or 3D printing - or at least something that didn't require too much technicality. 

But no, it was your absolute favourite thing to be doing. Woodwork. You had to stifle an audible groan while he went through what you'd be doing. The task itself was relatively simple, but that didn't mean you wanted to do it.

Your assignment for the next two lessons was simple: you had to make a storage box. A simple box with some sort of opening and slots for any types of items that you wanted in it. You didn't have long to design it, you just had to come up with some measurements, grab the supplies from the store cupboard once it was authorised and go for it. 

In the end, you quickly made a rough sketch of your flashcard holder. It was something you'd actually use, and you would actually try since it would be going on your desk and you'd have to look at it every day. 

You planned out 11 compartments, one for each of your subjects and went to the storage cupboard to get your supplies. For this lesson, you had your sheets of wood and the hinges in case you actually got onto finishing the lid of the box. 

Despite your hatred of the subject, you had to admit that you were quite good at it. It was probably the perfectionist in you, wanting to make everything exactly to size and make your stuff look professional, even if you had never made anything quite as perfect as what Lando and his dad had made you. 

Lando just sat at his bench, unmoving. While everyone else had pretty much finished sketching and had gathered supplies, he hadn't even put pencil to paper. Your teacher knew something was up. Lando and your DT teacher were like you and your maths teacher - as close as it was appropriate for a teacher and student to be.

Lando was the best at DT, so he liked him. So, to see him not even bothering to try made him worry. He wasn't going to push Lando, but he also didn't want anyone else to see him just sitting around and think they could also slack off or that he was playing clear favourites.

"Lando can you please at least sketch something? And then we can make it another day," he gently encouraged, and Lando didn't want to take his bad mood out on his teacher, it wasn't his fault. It was yours. 

Lando mindlessly sketched shapes on his paper before deciding on what he wanted to do. Out of the corner of his eye, he couldn't help but spot you putting your hair up and pulling your apron on over your head. 

Goddamnit, why did you have to be so captivating to him? He was supposed to hate you for what you did, but why couldn't he? His eyes were superglued to you as you moved, marking out the measurements on your bits of wood. 

Trying to focus on the paper in front of him, Lando was finding it harder and harder to keep himself away from you. Plus, the way you were cutting your wood was far from safe. Your fingers were way too close to the saw blade, and he wasn't liking the way you were doing it. 

You were quick with the chopping so that you could make the cut as clean as possible, and you had neglected to notice the placement of your fingers. Every back and forth motion seemed to bring your fingers a centimetre closer to the blade, and he was internally cringing.  

He might not have liked you, but he couldn't watch you hurt yourself and just stand by and do nothing. Getting up from his seat, he approached your bench. "Hey, Y/N, don't chop it like that, you'll hurt yourself-" he started, but he was a few seconds too late. 

The hand that was sawing got caught, the teeth snagging in the wood. This caused your hand to slip, tilting the blade while still sawing. "Ow, fuck!" you yelped, dropping the saw with a clatter and clutching onto your fingers while droplets of crimson dripped down the side of your hand. 

Lando dragged you over to the sink in the corner of the room, turning on the tap and sticking your hand under the running water. "Stay there," he told you, darting to the other side of the room to get the first aid kit off of your teacher's desk. 

By the time he had gotten back, your teacher was inspecting your hand as red continued to gush out and you cried out in pain. It wasn't even that it hurt that much since the adrenaline was running, it was more the sight of the amount of blood. 

Everyone was looking at you, some people shielding their eyes from the sight of the blood trickling down onto the floor. Your teacher had his hands clamped over the injured fingers, hoping the pressure would stop the bleeding. 

"Lando, can you get the cotton wool out of the kit please?" he asked, and Lando was quick to pop it open and rummage through all of the different items. He found the big pack of cotton wool, pulling some out and passing it to your teacher.

He held it over the wounds across your digits, still trying to stop the bleeding. Lando felt like a bit of an idiot, just standing there and watching as more and more tears trickled down your face as the pain appeared to set in. 

He had seen you crying more than he had seen you smiling as of recent, and it broke him. He couldn't even put a hand on your back to soothe you, or hold your other hand in support. All he could do was watch. 

He didn't want to risk you pushing him away, not again. Lando at least let himself pull out a tissue from the first aid box and offered it to you. You took it with a small smile and a whispered thank you, the feeling of your fingers brushing together sending jolts of electricity through both of you.

Dabbing at the tears on your cheeks, your teacher asked Lando for the alcohol wipes from the box. "This is probably going to hurt, but I need you to just bear through the pain, OK?" your teacher said, and you held your breath in anticipation. 

Pressing the wipe to your sliced fingers, the pointed sting instantly seeped into the wound. You let out a sharp hiss of pain, your face scrunching up in agony. Without thinking, you grabbed Lando's hand and squeezed it for dear life, just to take your mind off the soreness.

There was no way in hell that he was pulling his hand away from you, instead he was glad that he could offer some semblance of support for you when you needed him. He could see that your hand was shaking as your teacher wiped the red off of your fingers, droplets still sliding down your hand. 

"Y/N, I think you need to go to the nurses office, OK? I'm going to have Lando take you," he told you, and you nodded. "Hold this on your fingers," he told you, pressing more cotton wool over the open wounds. 

Swapping to hold your hand with his free hand, Lando placed his other hand on your elbow in case he needed to quickly grab onto you. If you were going to pass out, you probably would have by now, but he didn't want to take that chance. 

No words were exchanged as you walked down the corridors, and you were focused on ignoring the pain and keeping the cotton wool clamped down on your fingers. Lando wanted to talk to you, to tell you that you were going to be okay, but he didn't want to overstep his bounds. 

And he was repeatedly reminding himself that he is supposed to hate you, not want to make you feel better. He was meant to enjoy your pain for some sadistic reason, but he felt that the mental justification of that didn't really align with any form of moral values. 

Eventually, the two of you arrived at the nurse's office, and Lando took his hand away from your elbow to knock on the door. You heard a muffled 'Come in!' from the other side of the heavy wooden door, and Lando opened it to usher you inside. 

He stepped in behind you, taking a firm grasp of your hand again. The nurse looked between the two of you, her eyes landing on the hand that you were covering with the cotton wool as she looked at the redness still partially dribbling from it. 

She was waiting for your explanation, but when you didn't offer one, Lando piped up. "She sliced her fingers on one of the tenon saws in the workshop, we haven't seen how deep they are but there's a lot of blood. She's still got all of her fingers, we don't need any sewing back on," he said, his attempt at making a joke falling flat. 

"OK, sit down, dear," the older lady told you, patting the bed in the corner of the room. Lando led you over, helping you shuffle on without the aid of your own hands. "You can go back to class now, love. Thank you for bringing her," she said to Lando as he kept hold of your hand for a few more moment. 

After offering you a final squeeze of reassurance, Lando released his grip and took a step back. Just as he reached the door, he heard your voice. "Lando?" you said, his name sounding heavenly coming from you. Your voice was rough from crying, and something about it worked for him. "Thank you," you said. 

"No problem," he nodded, taking himself out of the room and slowly walking back to the workshop. Once he got back, your teacher went up to him. 

"Is she OK?" he asked, and Lando just shrugged.

"I don't know, the nurse sent me away before she looked at her hand," he explained.

"Did you see what happened?"

"She was sawing through one of the pieces of wood for her container and her fingers were way too close to the blade. Her hand slipped and the blade caught her fingers," he told him, your teacher sighing.

"OK, thanks Lando," he said, walking off to observe the other students in the class. Glancing over at your desk, Lando saw the nearly chopped pieces of wood that you were doing, and something in him was compelling him to go over and finish it for you. 

He didn't want to, since he didn't want to be doing you anymore favours. But he also couldn't just leave it sat there, barely started. With a huff and hurling internal insults about himself for being weak, he took himself over to your desk. 

Your saw blade had blood on it, and he sure as hell wasn't using that. Your teacher spotted it and took it away for sanitation, leaving Lando to get another one from the tool cupboard. The bit of wood that you had been cutting was completely wrong after your hand slipped, a full slice through the surface.

He looked at your sketches and redrew out the dimensions on a different piece of wood, before taking it over to the bandsaw to cut it quicker. He didn't know why you didn't opt for that instead of the hand held method, but he was glad you hadn't. You definitely wouldn't have had fingers if you had slipped with that machine. 

Lando was quick with cutting the pieces up, getting ready to sand the edges and glue them together. He also saw the small tin of white paint on the desk, now seeing the full picture of your final creation. 

From a distance, your teacher saw Lando redoing your project for you and smiled to himself. He knew that Lando had made your previous work that you had turned in, it was obvious. There was no one with the precision or meticulousness like Lando, and it was clear who had done the work.

He found it admirable that the young man had put so much time and effort into the things for you, so much so that he couldn't even be mad. He watched as Lando picked up your pencil and made some amendments to the designs, as well as adding in some extra stuff that he knew would make it even better. 

In the meantime, you were still sat in the stuffy nurses office. The bleeding had slowed down, and the cuts on your fingers were deep, but not so bad. They may leave faint scars, though. "Is that young man your boyfriend?" she asked, and you knew she was just looking for something cool to tell the other teachers in the staff room later. 

"No, no. We're... friends." you said, the word tasting bitter on your tongue. It was all your doing, and maybe if you hadn't pushed him away, you could have been saying that he was your boyfriend. 

"Ah, 'friends'," she teased as she cleaned up the dried blood from around the wounds. You didn't respond, you just let her wrap each finger in some soft bandages. "Keep these on for a couple weeks, if they come off you can come back and I'll refresh them, OK?"

"OK, thank you," you nodded, taking yourself back to class with only a few minutes left of the lesson. As you walked in, you saw Lando at your bench, painting the pieces that he had recut for you. 

"I was... erm... sir did this... I was just painting them..." he stuttered, and your teacher smirked from behind him. 

"No, no I didn't. Lando did the whole thing," he chuckled, watching as his face turned red. 

"Thanks Lando," you smiled, admiring what he was doing. Every piece looked like absolute perfection, and he was even taking such precise care in the brush strokes he was using for it. 

"Anytime," he mumbled, putting the wet pieces on the window sill and going over to his own desk again. He didn't think you'd come back from the nurse's office before the end of the lesson, so to see you walk in before was nothing short of embarrassing. 

He didn't want you to think that everything was fine, and he was still pining after you. He didn't want you to know how much he still wanted you, and how much he always would. Yet here he was, doing your work for you when you had hurt yourself. Helping you when you had hurt yourself. 

Lando felt like an idiot. A big, lovesick idiot who didn't know what else to do but chase after the one girl he had ever had feelings for. He was desperate for the the bell to go so that he could leave, so that he could get away from you.   

It had dawned on him that he'd have to see you in maths, but he would be taking himself off to his reinstated desk in the back of the class, not the front row slot that he had once been so happy about having. 

Miss Kennedy had noticed his move, but she didn't say anything. She had noticed that the quality of his homework had slipped, and the next test that you had wasn't boding well. Whenever she walked around class when you were all working, she noticed that he barely got past the first few questions. 

She was hoping that his sudden brilliance wasn't just a short term thing, but she couldn't be too sure. Lando knew that you'd be there first, so he took it upon himself to be late yet again. He went to sit on the back row, not even paying attention to the new stuff you were being taught. 

Once you had been set off doing more practice questions, Miss Kennedy made her way to the back of the class. "Lando, can I have a really quick word with you after class?" she asked, and it wasn't like Lando could exactly say no. 

He thought he was going to get told off for the sudden deterioration in the quality of his work, but he wasn't in the head space to care. "Yeah," he nodded, going back to pretending to do the questions that were on the whiteboard. 

Everytime he looked up, he saw you firing through the maths as you always did. He didn't like seeing your bandaged hand, knowing that he could have stopped it if he had been quicker with telling you. 

Deep down, he knew it wasn't his fault, but he still didn't like knowing that he could have prevented it if he wasn't so caught up in his own head. You were just resting it on the table, since it was painful to do anything else with it at this moment in time. 

You were just working through the maths to try and take your mind off of your hand and Lando. It hurt, that was a given, but seeing Lando so miserable hurt a hell of a lot more. In many ways, you wished that he was just going about his day like normal, just so that you could confirm the theory that he never really cared. 

Yet, seeing him so miserable almost proved the opposite. He had to have cared to some degree, and it made you hate yourself even more for what you had done. He had even been doing your DT for you, again. He had made them perfect for you like ha always did. 

Although it felt cruel to go to him and say that you wanted to forget what you had said to him and just go back to being his friend again. It felt a little too far gone for that, and it was your fault. Completely your fault. 

Miss Kennedy went through the answers to the questions, before telling you all to make sure that you revised for your test. She let you go on the bell, but you took extra time to pack up since you pretty much only had one hand. 

It was a struggle, and Lando wanted so desperately to go over to you and help, but he stood his ground and waited at the back of the class. The tension in the air was thick, and it felt like the walls were closing in on you as you felt Lando's eyes on you from the back of class. 

Miss Kennedy was also watching, and you kept dropping things in your rush to leave the stuffy room. Slinging your backpack over your shoulder, you bolted out of the room and into the flurry of students in the corridor. 

As you left, Miss Kennedy closed the door behind her, closing herself and Lando off from the rest of the school. "What's going on with you, Lando?" she softly asked, leaning against the door.

"Nothing." he curtly answered, itching to leave the room so that she wouldn't ask more questions.

"Your work in class is slipping, your homework is going downhill, and I can nearly guarantee that you're not going to smash tomorrow's test like you have been doing recently. What's gone on?" she pressed, and Lando was trying to come up with a lie on the spot. 

"Just stuff at home..." he mumbled, suddenly panicking that they may call his parents to ask what was happening and that it was effecting their son. Miss Kennedy stayed quiet, as if still pushing him to say something. 

"It's just stuff with Y/N, nothing major." he said, leaving his confession there. 

"Trouble in paradise?"

"If that's what you want to call it," he scoffed, knowing that things between the two of you were never paradise. You were always nearly there. You teetered on the precipice of happily ever after and a sick sense of doomsday. Yet, doomsday had gone from being close at hand to his every day state of mind.

"She's good for you, Lando. You do miles better when she's sat with you, and she actually talks to the people around her when you're there." Miss Kennedy told him, and it was hardly like he didn't know it already.

But, hearing it from someone else and out loud instead of in his own head, it somehow hurt more. It was like he was being forced to accept that you were better together than you were apart, and it was like tearing open the already shakily sewn together wound. 

"Yeah well, apparently I'm not good for her," he sighed, keeping his head down and walking out of the door. There was no use in Miss Kennedy stopping him, since she knew that was the best she was going to pull from him.

If Lando didn't want help, then he wouldn't let himself be helped. It was as simple as that. 

But, as he walked to his lockers with his eyes focused on his feet, he heard voices. He felt a strange sense of deja vu creeping up on him. He knew Lilly was there, and he wasn't putting any money on who she was talking to.

"See? The second you gave him even a shred of hassle, he was out of there. Do I get an apology now?" she said, and he could see the sneer on her face in his mind.

"No, Lilly. You get no apology. You don't deserve an apology. You don't deserve anything." you said, your voice giving nothing away. If Lando wasn't so annoyed at you, he would have found your stubbornness impressive. 

"But I was right, wasn't I? You're left being all by yourself, and now the smartest girl has been labelled at the dumbest for ever thinking she had a shot with Lando Norris." she continued to tease, and Lando couldn't tell if you were on the verge of tears or slapping her. 

He had said the exact same thing to you, but it sounded so much worse when she said it. He didn't mean it, not anymore. He may have in the moment, but he didn't believe it for a second now. And he knew Lilly did.

"Lilly, what has to happen for you to realise that you're going to walk out of these doors and be nothing. Everyone will remember you as the bitch who had nothing better to do than put other down because she wanted to make herself feel better." you started, and Lilly's eyes flashed with something unrecognisable. Hurt? No. 

"Oh please, I'm the-"

"No, I'm not done. When it comes to our highschool reunion, one day in the future, you're going to be nothing. Maisie might be doing music, since I'm sure you're awfully jealous of the fact that her talent is beyond anything you could ever have. I'll have gotten the best damned grades I can get and I'll be working some badass job just like I'm meant to."

"And guess what, you're not going to like this one. Lando will be with someone who isn't you. Because he doesn't like you. He'll never like you. No one will ever like you. No one here does, and no one will if you keep on destroying other people just to make you loathe yourself a little less." you finished, closing your locker and walking away from her. 

For once, you had rendered Lilly completely speechless. Lando stood still out of sight in the silence, unable to ignore the slight sense of pride that he was feeling for you. He walked past her to his own locker, and he was waiting for her to say something. 

"Erm... Lando?" she started, and he had never seen her so timid. This felt like the most genuine version of Lilly that he had ever seen, but he wasn't going to trust it. "Would you... maybe want to grab a coffee with me or something on the weekend?" she asked, and he had to use a lot of willpower to not just laugh in her face.

"Take the hint and fuck off, Lilly." he said, retrieving everything out of his locker and walking away. He had rejected girls before, and he had always felt bad about it. This time, he felt nothing but some weird sense of joy.

He liked being the one in control of situations with Lilly, because it gave her a taste of her own medicine. But he'd rather have you back. As much as he hated to admit it, he'd rather have you back. The satisfaction of going that to Lilly was incomparable to the joy he got when he was with you.

All he could hope was that she was now going to just leave him alone so that he could carry on with his life. Without Lilly, without you, just how it was those few fateful weeks ago. 

It was weird how everything had gone down over the past few weeks. He had gone from not talking to you ever, to talking to you all the time, to not, to being back at it, then practically strangers. 

Two people whose paths crossed momentarily that were now leading away from each other again. He couldn't quite tell whether he preferred his life before or after, the more he thought about it.

He had been happy before, without a care in the world. He was floating off the ground as he let the breeze of his youth carry him through life. Yet, with you, he was flying . He was soaring in the clear blue skies without  a cloud in sight. But now, it seemed like there was a permanent blanket of clouds hiding away the sun.

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The following Saturday, your mum had dragged you out of the house to go on the weekly shop with her. You hadn't been shopping with her since you were at least ten, but she wasn't taking no for an answer today. 

All you had to do was watch as she checked her shopping list and navigated the aisles to find what she needed for this week. It was one of the most dull things you had done in a long time, and you would've done anything to be at home. Or anywhere else. 

You were snapped out of your daydreaming about more exciting activities when you heard your mum scoff to herself. You watched as her eyebrows knitted in slight frustration. "Love?" she asked, looking over at you. 

"Yeah?"

"Could you run to the bread aisle? I've accidentally picked up brioche rolls." she asked, and you just took the rolls out of the trolley and tried to find your way back to the bread aisle. You look at the signs over your head, eventually finding it, of course, at the very end of the supermarket. 

Putting the rolls back on the shelf and looking for the ones you normally got, you could've sworn you saw a familiar flash out of the corner of your eye. Curly brown locks- no, no it can't have been. Lando's family were millionaires, they shopped at Waitrose. Not Tesco.

Anyway, shoving that thought to the back of your mind, you collected the right bread rolls and went to track down your mum, wherever she was. You heard her talking to someone as you approached the dairy section, and you couldn't help but roll your eyes. You were going to be stuck here for a long time. 

But, when you turned the corner, you nearly froze. Lando's mum. Your mum. Lando. All three of them were stood there, in conversation. Well, Lando wasn't talking, but your mothers sure as hell were.

Dropping the rolls into the trolley, Lando avoided your gaze. You hoped you wouldn't have to chip into the discussion, but your mum soon ruined those hopes. "Y/N, you didn't tell me you knew Lando," she chirped, and you saw the glint in both Lando's and his mum's eyes. 

You all knew what was going on, but you had to play along with the charade anyway. "You didn't tell me you knew Lando," you countered, sending daggers towards your mum.

"We met at parents evening, I just never knew the two of you knew each other," she responded, and you wanted the floor to swallow you up. Before you got another word in, your mum piped up again. "Why don't you two go and get yourselves a table in the cafe and a hot chocolate or something?" she suggested, and none of you could come up with a reason as to why it wouldn't be a good idea.

You just sighed and started making your way over to the in-store cafe. You didn't check to see if Lando was following, since you had to come up with something to talk to him about. Or you could just sit there in silence until your mums finished shopping. 

Spotting a table in the corner, you sat down and Lando sat opposite you. You couldn't think of anything to say, something to strike up a conversation with. Lando felt the same, except for his feelings were a bit more obvious to him. 

He was annoyed, to say the least. Fate had brought you together, yet again - even when it knew that you kept on throwing your endless vaults of spanners into the works to break it all down again and again and again. 

As you fidgeted with your hands on the slightly sticky wooden table, Lando noticed the fresh looking bandages around the fingers that you had nearly sliced off. "So... how are your fingers?" he asked, and you tried to maintain eye contact as best you could and failed miserably. 

"Oh, they're doing OK. I had to go to the doctors to get them glued so that they could heal better, but they'll be OK. Scarred, but OK." you explained, and Lando felt a pang of something in his chest. You were perfect, far too perfect, and now you were going to be scarred because he wasn't quick enough to help you. 

But there it was again, that self blaming for something that truly wasn't his fault. He couldn't help be concerned, even if he kept telling himself over and over again that he hated you. He hated you for what you did to him, how his brain reacted to you. 

He hated the butterflies that fluttered to life in his stomach every time he saw you. He hated the electricity that sparked through his veins whenever the two of you made physical contact. He hated the way your smile would light up his world like the sun. 

Most of all, he hated the way he still wanted you. If you were willing to push it all aside and even just be his friend again, he'd take it. It was better than nothing. Having you as a friend was a hell of a lot better than not having you at all. 

"Well that's good," he nodded, desperate to bring up if you could be friends again. He would be your friend in secret if that's what it took. He could still drive you home, spend time with you on the weekends instead of in school.

"I'm getting a drink, you want one?" he asked, standing up from his seat and trying to read the menu from the distance you were at. He knew his mum would scold him if neither of you had a drink, or if he hadn't at least offered to get you one. 

"Could I have a hot chocolate, please?" you requested, and Lando headed off to the counter to order two hot chocolates. In an alternate universe, this was a date and he'd get to ask you to be his girlfriend after your little, impromptu hot chocolate. 

Shortly after, Lando returned with the two steaming mugs of hot chocolate and placed yours in front of you. "Thank you," you smiled, and he could've sworn he felt his heart stop. That smile. That pretty goddamn smile. The smile he was meant to loathe but could never heartily do so. 

"How much do I owe you?" you asked, rifling around in your bag for your purse.

"Hey, no, we don't do that." he said, as if there was such thing as a 'we' in this situation. He saw the slight blush that coated your cheeks, and he couldn't help but revel in it. He just wanted to spoil you rotten and love you. 

Sitting down, he was suddenly absolutely itching to just tell you everything. How much he was willing to do to get you back. "Look, I really-" he started, before he was interrupted by your mums getting back with their trolleys of shopping. 

He was going to tell you how much he missed you and how much he wanted to be your friend again, but of course your mothers just had to return at the exact wrong time. Or maybe the right time so that he didn't have to make a complete fool of himself. 

Your mum went to get coffees for the two of them, and Lando's mum was quick to strike up conversation. "Y/N, Lando told me about your hand. Really nasty accident, huh?" 

"It was, yeah. If Lando hadn't helped, I probably would've panicked and passed out," you chuckled, seeing the small flicker of shock on Lando's face. He was just doing what he thought anyone would do in that situation, and he hadn't realised how much you had appreciated his presence. 

"He just told me he got the first aid kit," she said, now guessing that Lando hadn't told her the whole story. He had gotten the part right about your sawing method to be flawed at best, and that he had given your teacher cotton wool, but the rest was missed out.  

"Oh no, he took me right to the sink, held my fingers under the water, held my hand, took me to the nurses office. He even carried on my project for me." you told her, and the pride she felt for her son was unmistakable. 

She knew he was smitten for you already, but it was nice to hear that he was still completely head over heels, even if you two weren't on the best terms right now. She was glad that she had raised him to be so thoughtful in such a situation. 

"Well, I'm glad he acted fast," she smiled as your mum returned with the coffees for the both of them. They got lost in conversation, leaving the two of you to just sit there and listen to them gossip for a while. 

"C'mon, we're going for a walk," he said, slipping off of his chair and waiting for you by the table to join him. Neither of your mums paid much notice to your departure, so the both of you just started wandering around the supermarket. 

Once you were out of earshot of your parents, Lando spoke. "Look, I really miss you, OK? I keep telling myself that I should just forget about you and move on, I can't. You were one of my closest friends and I can't keep going on pretending like we never were close." he blurted out, and you just looked at him.

You couldn't decide if you were happy with what he was saying, or upset. You were happy because it just meant he felt the same way that you did, that he missed you like you missed him. 

On the other hand, you felt so guilty. So guilty for throwing what you had away for the sake of bullies. But in the moment, that felt like the best course of action for your mental health and your sanity. 

"Please, just... be my friend again? We don't even have to talk in school, just out of school. Just so that I can still at least talk to you." he said, his eyes pleading with you to just cave and let him back into your life. "I miss you..." he repeated, and you could tell that there was more to it than what he was saying.

You knew that there was not a single teenage boy on planet earth that would be this desperate to get a girl who was just a friend back, but you couldn't say you were complaining. "Lando..." you whispered. 

Just hearing his name on your lips was enough to send him into meltdown. Yet, he couldn't tell by your tone whether the next thing you were going to say was good or bad. "I'm sorry." you said, and he was still confused. 

Were you apologising because of what you did, or because you couldn't take him back as your friend?

"I really want to be your friend again," you confessed, and he was waiting for the 'but' to come after your sentence, but he was left waiting for it. You saw a smile slowly spread across his lips, his eyes lighting up. 

"Really?" he asked, ready for you to finish off with something about how much of a bad idea all of this was.

"I miss you too. A lot." you told him, and he could practically hear his heart singing in glee. 

"Can I hug you?" he asked all too quickly. You nodded, and before you could get any words in, he wrapped his arms around you. It was so nice to have you back in his embrace, and you weren't even crying this time. 

He could've cried of joy, but he thought that that was a bit too far. He may have been a very considerate teenage boy, but he was still a teenage boy nonetheless.  "So are we friends all the time or just out of school?" he said, not showing any signs of letting go of you.

"Just out of school for now, I don't know if I can handle much more of the crap we get put through," you told him, and he was slightly disappointed. Not disappointed enough to say something and put everything in jeopardy, but disappointed enough to pull back and give you a small pout. 

"Don't give me that face," you playfully scolded, trying to shuffle out of his arms.

"What face? I don't know what you're talking about," he feigned innocence, tightening his grip around you so that you couldn't run away from him.

"Don't play dumb with me, Norris. You know what face," you pressed, and it just made his pout more prominent. 

"Nope, no idea," he laughed, tugging you back close to him. Resting his head on the top of yours, he basked in the feeling of your heart against his, being able to have you right where he wanted you. The setting of the milk aisle wasn't the most glamorous or romantic, but he didn't care. As long as he was with you. 

A/N - Merry Christmas again! Another one for you, part 5 of this series that I didn't think would do as well as it has, but hey. I am not complaining. Love y'all 💖

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[pedriache]

Domestic!Gavi Head Cannons.

Please i’m so sick about him somebody SAVE ME. Yall. This has been in my drafts for like. MONTHS. I need it out.

⌗ Domestic!Gavi who, although serious while playing on the pitch, is very childish at home. He likes to do things that make him feel like a normal teen (before he turned 20 ofc) such as playing card or board games. He likes to pull harmless pranks, for example; jumping out and scaring you when you walk through a door! He’ll always throw himself into a fit of giggles after.

“God! You should’ve seen your face!” He’ll exclaim, pulling you into a hug that despite your annoyance and palpitating heart, has a smile slowly growing on your face.

⌗ Domestic!Gavi who, is so clingy when you both have your days off. Whether you are milling about the house doing your duties such as cleaning or cooking, he will walk around or stand beside you. Although he is clearly not busy, he also just doesn’t help unless necessary. If you need something from another room he’ll whine and complain about how far it is, but really he just doesn’t want to leave your presence longer than a few minutes.

This had started a year into your relationship as Gavi’s career took him away from you for longer periods of time, so when he did get these special days, he hated to leave your side.

⌗ Domestic!Gavi who, never lets you forget when it’s your day to cook. You two had a system where whoever was the least busy that day, would make dinner. Even when you passed by the white board that was connected to the fridge and it clearly stated your name on it for dinner duty, he had to point it out with a smug little smirk all the while.

“Don’t forget it’s your day to cook!”

You always gave him a ‘really.’ look, rolling your eyes, “I can read too babe.” And he would grin, pressing a soft kiss to your lips that made you forgive his childishness immediately.

⌗ Domestic!Gavi who, is very affectionate. He is also a big bother. You cannot have downtime alone when he is also home. If you’re reading? He’s reading it with you. He’ll make you sit in between his legs so he can hold you and get in some reading time too!

“Can I flip the page now?” You groan. You were a fast reader and you boyfriend… well he wasn’t.

Gavi would huff, “Give me a minute! You’re so impatient.”

⌗ Domestic!Gavi who, drives you everywhere. Once he got his license, it was always him driving the two of you around. Though, it was terrifying at first, you had grown to enjoy it. He liked going on late night drives, music playing softly in the background, his hand on your thigh and everything. It’d quickly became a routine for the two of you to go on a drive throughout the city every other week, for him to get more driving etiquette, and for the both of you to spend more time together.

“You’re going too fast around corners! Gavi—“ He’d hush you with a quick thigh squeeze.

“I know what i’m doing cariño.” He’d assure you, turning to the window to roll his eyes, which you’d pinch him for.

Likes , comments , and reblog’s are all appreciated. Let me know if you want tagged in future posts, specific or all <3

DTS , @halfwayhearted @spidybaby @gadriezmannsgirl !

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CH2-12 thoughts (spoilers, I guess. You probably shouldn't be in the tag if you haven't finished the episode though.)

So! DRDT is officially back, and wow what a way to begin the rollercoaster we'll be put through the next few weeks. This episode was amazing, and I wanted to discuss my thoughts on it in a more detailed form. This episode gave us a lot of character moments that I want to at least mention, so let's get into it? Before we do though, I want to say that through these posts, I will be updating two things and showing them at the beginning and end First one being the swear statistics! It became a thing after my previous rewatch that every time a character swears, I count it, and I want to continue doing that for the rest of the series if I can so manage it.

^ current swear statistics as of CH2-11

And the second being...drumroll please!

My own personal DRDT CH2-Part 2 bingo card! If something on this list happens in CH2-Part 2, I'll check it off. Hopefully I can get a bingo or two in here, especially since, spoilers, two of the boxes have already been checked. But with all of that preamble out of the way, let's begin shall we? I’m going to cover the character moments we got in separate categories of the well…characters, rather than in order, for the sake of being concise.

Arturo

First and foremost, “Shut your whore mouth” made me scream at the top of my lungs. God I wish that was voiced. But more importantly, the thing about Arturo being very young for a plastic surgeon actually being addressed was not something I expected, especially so early. But I definitely appreciate the nuggets of Arturo backstory. Funny enough, his situation sounds very similar to Min’s in some regard, especially this line

(x) Arturo: I was only able to get this far in such a short amount of time because I specialized in plastic surgery, and nothing else. I neglected everything that wasn't immediately relevant to my goals.

This absolutely plays a factor into his relationship with his little sister. It more than likely was not just him leaving that made her commit suicide, but perhaps also years of neglect. And if she really felt like she couldn't live a life without Arturo in it, it's safe to say that their parents probably weren't the best either. The more I learn about Arturo and his homelife the more worried I am for him and especially his sister.

Veronika

Veronika didn't get much besides being her usual self, but I gave her a category because I wanted to point out two things One, Veronika calling Arturo cute. That just made me smile

And secondly, this line right here

(x) Veronika: Oh, and don't say something as boring as "I want to kill myself." I have no interest in such mundane reasons.

This is so fucked up and awful and gross and I absolutely love her for it. I just know she's going to get worse, I hope she does.

And also the fact that she apparently finds suicide to be inherently boring is very interesting, given the fact that she more than likely has the self-harm secret.

Whit

I know he didn't have much, if any major role in this episode but...listen I missed him. So much. You have actually zero idea how much I missed him and his goofiness... But also I can't believe that was the explanation for the dent in the computer lab that's been bugging me for months. Well played DT-Dev... (though the fact that Whit got away with breaking a rule solely because MonoTV thought it was funny is a bit fishy...it's almost like he's the MASTERMIND-- /hj)

We also in general got a lot of Charles and Whit moments, which I always like to see I don't think there's anything else to cover when it comes to Wh--

(x) David: Ugh! Goddamn it, Whit, does everything you say have to be made into some shitty dumb joke?! You're actually really fucking annoying! Shut the fuck up!!

...Well, when I said I wanted more Whitvid interactions I guess this can serve as a reward. ...guys dont worry this is how we can still wi--

Levi

...I mean, what else is there to say really?

No but actually I'll talk. This is what we've been theorizing for a year, and I actually had it in my predictions that Levi's secret was going to be the one revealed in this episode. But I did not expect it right at the end, nor did I expect it to be so sudden. And I don't think Levi has any reason to lie either, so I think this is his actual secret. Seeing him lose confidence and apologize for his unhelpfulness kind of stung to me, honestly. Levi has been trying to help the group since the very beginning, and that has only amplified since the start of Chapter 2. So seeing him...basically give up was very upsetting He is definitely going to be in the hot seat next week's episode and I am very excited for it, hopefully we get some insight on his past as well and...maybe a levi and nico interaction? please dt-dev? please? :>

Hu

FishyFried, as always, knocked it out of the fucking park with Hu's voice acting, and her monologue towards David was just as amazing...if not a bit terrifying, as it directly parallels with her hidden quote

I want to pay for what I’ve done. But even then, I still want to live.

I think I've said this before, but I adore David and Hu's dynamic and how both of them tackle the themes of change in their own ways, how both of them project onto the people around them to fulfill their own desires due to being stagnant in their own growth as people, it's so much fun, and I can't wait to see how this continues to develop in the later chapters I am sincerely a ch5victim!david + ch5killer!hu believer at the end of the day.

Teruko

Oh Teruko, quite a bit to discuss with you today.

For starters, her genuinely feeling embarrassed and upset upon realizing what she did wrong, apologizing for it, and (how I interpreted it anyway) beginning to realize that working alone and not accepting help from others is starting to bite her in the ass? That was not what I expected. I really did think that Teruko was going to get worse before she got better, but maybe she's improving a lot quicker than I thought (...let's hope she doesn't backslide again though, especially if the culprit is who I think it is) Also.

If I have to live with this knowledge, so the-fuck do you. And then there's her argument with David, which I already made a post about, but I want to add onto it by saying that the performances from Swords and LuucarIi here are absolutely phenomenal. One of my favorite voice acted scenes in the entire series. I have replayed Teruko's "Hah! Based on what?!" probably around 20 times and I will repeat it 20 times more because the delivery gives me actual chills. This fangan has such an amazing voice cast oh my god it's insane.

David

Oh. You are such a broken, broken man, and you are absolutely going to go down the Simon Laurent route. I actually don't have a lot to add when it comes to David's actual motivations for his actions, I think a lot of us theorized that he was trying to kill everyone and himself. But the main thing I want to talk about is the Xander shit because oh my god this man is Down Fucking Horrendous. I mentioned all the way back in this post that David idolizes Xander just as much as Xander idolizes him. What I didn't expect was for him to still be clinging onto the hope Xander gave him and trying to follow in his footsteps, and being borderline possessive over the damn dead man. Xander may have idolized David, but David is obsessed with Xander and what he represents to him. And he is willing to ruin his reputation, reliability, and dignity in pursuit of what he thinks is right. Not to mention, it puts the Tally5 image in a whole new light.

Though I still think these words apply to the very possible revolution that David, Xander, and Mai enacted towards Hope's Peak, a theory that has become even more credible after this episode, I also think these lines portray David's thought process during his actions in CH2-11 and his motivation for doing the things that he does. David calling Xander "the only good person he's ever known" is very, very telling when you consider what he personally thinks makes someone a bad person (lazy, useless, stupid). And that makes me upset. Xander and David's relationship will never not be absolutely fascinating to me. ...alSO DAVID APPARENTLY HAS MEMORIES FROM HOPE'S PEAK??? APPARENTLY??? Like am I reading that right or do I just have bad media literacy. How...How does he??? WHY does he??? Why did he say he didn't know who Xander was in the prologue???? I am very confused and I'm sure it will all be answered. Extra Thoughts !! - we got 7:30 AM confirmation, woohoo!! And the bonus of Arei swinging when she was first found was such a good detail and I’m surprised none of us noticed it, honestly. With that confirmation, that leaves basically everyone else (minus J, David, Veronika, Hu, and Nico) in the hot-seat. - the multitude of new sprites we got were so amazing, especially David's - Apparently everything that happened in the second half of CH2-11 was in the span of two hours?! Sheesh, the editing crew on the TV show must be working overtime. Hopefully they get a paycheck and its not just MonoTV who gets paid. - If I had any doubt in my brain that Eden was the culprit it has basically dissipated with this episode. I really do not know who else it could be other than her. three of the five main suspects other than her have basically been cleared up, either through alibi (J and Hu) or though plot (Levi) David and Nico are also cleared from suspicion Though there isn't really any plot or evidence reason to necessarily exclude Rose, given her moment in CH2-8 and, let's be honest, this murder being way too physically complicated for someone as lethargic as her to commit, I'm inclined to believe she is not And every other character has something that's clearly being set up to be further explored in Chapter 3 (Charles, Whit, Ace, Arturo, and Veronika) Like... even if you don't think Eden is the culprit, you can't deny that she's the odd one out here. I still think Accomplice!Levi is true, but I also truthfully think the culprit can't be anyone other than Eden - If I were to give one I-guess critique though, not just on this episode but on the trial as a whole, it's that we are four trial episodes in and there has been very, very little focus on the actual murder mystery itself. We have barely even covered 80% of the evidence. This isn't like, a huge problem for me specifically because I very much watch DRDT for the astounding character writing over the murder mysteries, and I definitely think that the lack of focus on the case is worth the amazing character moments we got in this episode. But I can see it really bothering some people, and there's a part of me that can't help but be a bit afraid that the actual solving of the murder case is going to hit the audience with a bunch of information at once and come across as a bit rushed due to the lack of focus it's had so far. I trust that DT-Dev is cooking though, and it'll probably be a lot more cohesive once we have the full trial to look through.

Predictions for CH2-13 - Like I said before, Levi is going to become the main suspect easily thanks to his secret reveal. I know Ace is going to be on his ass especially, because in his mind it would basically confirm the image he has already conjured up of Levi in his mind as a violent brute who is going to snap his neck any second. J is also going to jump to conclusions because that's just what she does, and she was already concerned about the murderer secret to begin with. - Furthermore, I think most of this episode is going to entail Teruko trying to disprove that Levi could've been the culprit. Considering the fact that there, well, isn't much evidence to suggest he didn't, maybe this episode will feature this chapter's Random Guess minigame. - I highly doubt we're getting an AM VS PM scrum debate now, but maybe we'll get one on whether or not Levi is the culprit? Maybe? - On the topic of trial minigames, I hope we get another nonstop debate, it's been like three episodes since we've had one lmao - Nico is either going to defend Levi, or reiterate the speech that J gave them in CH2-9. Either way, I hope this reveal causes them to interact it would be so interesting - We are on a track-record of having at least one person's secret exposed every trial episode. Considering the fact that Xander and Min are dead, and I do not think Teruko's secret will come out until the end of the chapter, that really only leaves Hu and Veronika...which is interesting, as they are both in the clear for being the culprit. Hu has already had multiple moments to shine in this trial, so I think its more likely that Veronika's secret will be the one getting revealed. How that happens, I am unsure. But I think Veronika will be the next person to have her secret revealed.

Conclusion Overall, I think this episode was amazing and a great way to kick off the end of the hiatus. I can already tell that these next few weeks are going to be a wild ride for us DRDT fans, but we're all in this together, so I think everything's going to be fine (nothing is going to be fine.)

UPDATED SWEAR STATISTICS: CH2-12

UPDATED BINGO CARD

[n3ptoonz]

i was reminded of a fic from a poll i scrapped months ago, so here you go! 😁

'Secret Service'

Pairing: Sindel/SunDo!Reader

Fandom: Mortal Kombat 1 (2023)

Warnings/tags: Smut; Explicit, f!reader, service top!reader, use of strap on, breath play if you squint; incorrect use of sindel's hair, doggy to missionary, power play i think? her status is mentioned like the whole time, not proofread

dt: @abl3th3himb0 (thank them y'all)

this was originally supposed to be gn!reader but i could not figure out to how to write ambiguous genitalia in this context for the life of me SO i hope that's ok! it could technically still work cause the only indicator is reader wearing a strap so ￣﹏￣

Word count: 1.2k

You saved her life, but that was a given. The Sun Do are not to be trifled with, nor underestimated. Li Mei couldn't reach the Empress in time but you were right there, lucky enough to only be grazed by the arrow aiming for her. Post-reset Sindel was always so kind and appreciative--when she wanted to be--how ever could she repay the Sun Do's second in command?

Or, in other words, how could you help her help you understand the gratitude she felt? These intense feelings of adrenaline and perhaps something more that prompted her to summon you later that evening.

She has had a long past few weeks, and quite frankly would prefer for you to do something about that.

"Slower." your queen drawled out in command. The chain around your neck that just so happened to be white with a black steak down the middle. Her hair had you bound with nowhere to go, as if you were trying to escape in the first place. Her hair held you close as you loosened your grip on her hips.

"Just...like...that." she inhaled sharply at the oh so perfect pace and angle you were at. Dragging against her walls meticulously, she oughta promote you after tonight.

This was not your first time...assisting the Empress with her requests. It started with shoulder massages, then back massages, then she just up and decided to pull you in for a heated kiss after hours. This was no start to a relationship. In fact, she made sure you were aware. Whispers against your lips reciting the rule book she took major part in creating.

Her moans were as beautiful as her banshee screams. Each command like a new cog added to your brain to keep you in place. To keep you grounded in the reality that you were inside of the Empress. In the royal palace. In her gigantic bedroom. On her bedsheets. Right now in this moment. With little to no control of your own body. Only with the intent to serve your queen.

"Faster." she gritted out between her teeth. Her hips daring to wake you from your trance. "I said 'faster.'" she turned back and leaned up against your chest, clad in the undergarment of your Sun Do uniform. She always preferred to be the only one bare between you two. She secretly liked the concept of you immediately going back to position when she finished with you.

Sindel's arm looping around the front of your neck replaced her hair, giving the same familiar bounded feeling. Her breath hot against your neck sent your nerves into overdrive. "Are you listening?"

Suddenly you felt her pulling you down onto her bed with her, stopping yourself before you lost balance. You hovered over her with wide eyes in surprise, which she took amusement in.

Her hair crept its way around your neck again to force you to look straight into her eyes. Those pretty brown eyes were beautiful; tantalizing. Beguiling, even.

She never broke her eyes away even while grabbing the hand-selected strap around your waist and rubbing it against herself. From her clit all the way down in slower motions to prep herself again. Her hair slightly tightened around your neck to more aroused she became.

Sindel used her legs that were looped around your back and pulled you closer to fill her up all the way. Her back slightly arched as she softly exhaled and hummed. You could swear you were seeing stars from the--welcomed--lack of airflow.

"Grab my hips." she demanded, her voice pulling you from the blissful fog back into reality. You followed her order swiftly. No time to waste.

The moment you pulled back and thrusted back into her, she let out such a guttural moan, you'd think you were twice as big. She shakily sighed and took both of her hands to your face, pulling you in for a deep kiss. You figured it was free game from here. Mostly.

The pace of your hips meeting her body gradually picked up as your tongues were tangled together. Her breaths and groans coated with phantom screeches of pleasure.

You pulled away slightly and watched the short spit string break. Her eyes were dazed as ever yet...still so hungry.

Interactions like this only begged you to wonder what was so special about you. It's naturally your duty to put your life on the line for the royal family. Sindel couldn't put her finger on it herself. She was intrigued. The way you talked, walked, fought, carried yourself, she didn't come across many like you specifically.

She took amusement in how clearly lightheaded you were becoming. Not only from her grip on your neck but just how beautifully overwhelmed you were. Not that you ever would, but not a single soul would believe you if you ever told this story. How you went from an officer just doing their duties to being balls deep inside of the Empress of Outworld.

"Don't stop." she whispered and nipped at your ear. As her hair loosened she watched the wave of relief wash over you, still holding your face in place. Her thumb caressed your cheekbone as you made sure you showed no intention of halting your movements. Your only objective this evening is to please your queen.

"Don't stop." she repeated, this time, to your surprise, in a whimper. She captured your lips again and desperately. "Faster." she said in between. "Yes ma'am." you said, a smirk so clear it could cause a universal eye roll. Nobody has done it like this since Jerrod. Nobody has been able to give her such pleasures; fulfill her desires and needs.

Picking up the pace, making sure your fingers never slipped off her hips, and essentially a make out session? The elder gods were surely watching over you both today.

"Come on," you murmured, gently catching her bottom lip between your teeth before letting go. Every pump getting sloppier by the second. The sound of skin meeting skin getting louder by the second. Sindel couldn't utter a word back as that feeling in the pit of her stomach was unraveling with every brush against her walls.

"For me, my queen." you mumbled close to her ear while peppering kisses on her cheek. Her nails urgently dragged against your clothed back as it finally hit her, causing you to grunt and feel goosebumps litter your skin. Her orgasm came crashing down on her as she clung to you, convulsing and gasping. She cried out praises and used her legs to slow your eager hips. Her nails were this close to ripping through your undershirt and scratching you.

You both huffed out as she started to calm down. Using the strength you had left to not collapse on top of her, you slowly pulled out of her with another kiss on her cheek.

Sindel looked beautiful in such a fucked out state; tired bare body glistening in her own cum and sweat and all. She quietly thanked you with a lazy smile across her face. You smiled back at her as you redressed into your uniform with a nod.

"Just doing my duty."

[dear-ao3]

hi it's me the person from like a week ago who's writing that college paper about f1 i was gonna respond and then i immediately forgot lol. the paper is on the different media strategies and narratives of the fia, teams, drivers, gp locations, etc, and how they interact with each other. and also how the ways liberty media and the fia are marketing the sport and drawing in new fans is actually alienating people and suppressing the authenticity of the sport. especially post drive to survive.

i'm a comms major lol i am a massive public relations nerd

also a couple questions: idk how well versed you are in business stuff but how would you say f1 has changed its branding, especially pre liberty media to now? and how were drivers marketed before the era of portraying them as like,, pop stars? when was that shift? also if you have any specific examples (or places i could find examples) related to that stuff or sexism in f1 or just how f1 tries to control the narrative i would appreciate it because jesus christ the lack of research is terrible

ok dump over the essays not due for another like 3 weeks but when its done i can send it to you if you want to read it :)

aaaaa this got lost in my ask box i hope i’m not too late posting it :/ unfortunately i have no real sources for you. i know the shift was post drive to survive, but i think it also depends on the country because like f1 hasn’t really been a huge Thing in the us, but like ferrari has been italys second religion for years. so it might make sense if you focused it on a country. like in the time since dts first released they added two more us gps: miami (2022) and las vegas (2023). i know there’s a lot of british bias, especially by sky sports and sometimes in the penalties as well. i think fernando alonso called that out this year (?) and max also usually mentions it a few times (at brazil this year he definitely called out the british press) i know there’s also interviews of drivers saying post dts people recognized them way more (maybe this was daniel? or lando?) but some of them really like it (daniel) and some of them don’t (like max) you could also play the angle from social media, like george used to i know at least run his own twitter way back in the day (might have been pre f1 but i think he was still running it loosely in 2019 or at least tweeting himself) and now he doesn’t really touch social media At All cause of the comments he gets. lando used to run most of his own social media also until i think like 2020? 2021? (as in i don’t think he had a social media team) before he passed it off to someone else, though i know he still goes on for sure. i think a lot of them definitely cleaned up their media presence post dts (like lewis was certainly a pr nightmare at one point earlier in his career which a lot of people don’t realize or remember and we’re not even going to talk about fernando alonso). the sport has gotten more tame for sure over the years, they used to get away with doing and saying way more but that could also just be a general cultural shift, there’s also i know pockets of people who are like oh this sport used to be so respectful and manly and blah blah blah and like. there’s photos of michael schumacher at a party in a wedding dress. david coulthard used to pretend to kiss his teammates on the lips in front of the cameras. as for sexism, there have been female drivers before, usually only doing short stints. i know susie wolff has talked about this with the f1 academy how pretty much only lewis consistently shows up to support it. i think max (?) said earlier this year that academy is great but if they want them to make it to f1 they need to give them faster cars. there’s also the whole horner fiasco from earlier this year.

idk if any of this is useful. or if you’ve already turned in your paper. in any case, good luck :)

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ↀOUBLE IIROUBLE - CHAPTER ELEVEN

Its here! and we have one more chapter left after this! I'm sorry it took me so long to post this, its been a busy few weeks but ta-da! DT Chapter 11 here to serve you! I'm really sorry this isn't proofread, I had every intentions to do so but with the constant delay, I just wanted to get this to you once I finished the chapter. So pls enjoy and just ignore the mistakes. This is about 15 pages long on word, so get your popcorn out. Also, DT masterlist up to date, I will go back and hyperlink the chapters at the bottom like i did with SE7EN...eventually.

Warnings: Smut, mentions of murder, mentions of a serial killer targeting young girls/women, step-cest, unprotected smut, implications of family troubles, family past, mentions of unwanted procedures and forced treatments, cursing, i think that's it. Also this isn't proofread, sorry, but i wanted to get this to you guys and not delay anymore than I already have.

The next morning, you woke in a hazy state as you slowly lifted your stomach from the bed. Still nude, you recollect your thoughts as to what your mind could last recall, when it suddenly dawned on you.

………….

“………Yyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy/nnnnnnnnnn.”

…………

Their deep voices echo in your ears, their taunting tone was all you could remember hearing before passing out from the intensity of overstimulation and soreness, all of which was still present in between your legs as you shit position and sat on the edge of the bed. 

The door gently clicks open from behind, and you hear Heeseung enter. 

“Good morning princess.” You feel the slight drop on the bed from his receiving weight as he kneels and crawls over to you. Cradling you to his chest, he rests each leg around you, his body cupping you entirely as he wraps his arms around your breasts, placing a kiss on your cheek. “Hungry?”

You nod faintly as you rub your eyes. Noting your beclouded state, he gently moves the pieces of hair away from your face while his fingers tap your breast, slightly pinching your areola. “Heejeong is making breakfast…” licking your ear, he tenderly creates a path of small kisses along your cheek. “Come down.” 

You nod in obedience, standing as he remains seated to appreciate the view in the undercarriage of both, your rear cheeks and breasts. Before you walk over to the dresser, you feel his hands copping a feel of your derrière, followed by a light smack. “Heeseung!” You yelp out as you lightly skip a few steps away, giggling your way to the first drawer. You snap back to catch his eye drifting up and down as he admires your body, a half smirk forms when he notices your gaze in return. 

Raising his brows as he bites his lip, he leans back, resting against his extended forearms while his legs remain over the edge of the bed, spread wide open. “You better stop looking at me like that…might just do something about it while Heejeong finishes up downstairs.”

You would have gladly welcomed the invitation had it not been the throbbing pain that became a constant reminder of yesterday's event. 

“Baby…I’m really sore after yesterday. Can I get a little break?” 

“Aww…my poor girl worn out?” Leaning further back, he stretches his arms and bends his elbows, interlocking his fingers together as he rests his head on his palms. Gently swinging his thigh in and out, you watch as his long legs go in and out of the widespread position, practically making your mouth water as you admire his crotch. Yeah, you were sore, but your mouth wasn’t. 

Walking back over to the bed, you place both hands on his kneecaps and kneel in between his thighs, rubbing your palms up and down the length of his extremities. It’s no wonder he and his brother were so tall, the distance your palms traveled felt never ending. Tilting his chin in towards his chest, he slightly lifts up to take in the view of you resting on his groin, slowly unzipping his black, street style cargo pants. 

“Hmm…you really are hungry, aren’t you?” 

You nod as you focus on observing his hardened shaft slowly popping out from the peephole of his briefs, poking through the opening of his trousers. Once it was out in all of its thick and lengthy glory, you lean in and slowly drag your tongue along each inch, beginning at the base. Your fingers remain gripping on the waistband of his pants, all the while your tongue worked its magic on him. He places his hand on the back of your head, intertwining his fingers through the strands of your hair. It was amazing how the two could be so rough, yet their gentle side was the most tender you ever seen, especially in moments such as this, where he merely runs his fingers through your hair, not at all pressing down or pushing you to take him in. He figured after yesterday, he needed to be gentle with his little minx, loving you at a different tempo. 

Gently bucking his hips up, he thrusts his cock up and down as your lips remain attached. “Tell me what you want to do with it baby…” his voice hoarse, yet managed to stay calm and tranquil. 

“I want to show my appreciation and give it love.” You respond back with as you kiss the entirety of his length. 

“Yeah? Show me…”

At his que, you take him all in and savor the clean taste of his skin against your tongue, the feeling of his muscle twitching as you shove it deeper into your throat. Your eyes water while your mouth gags, yet you never break off the momentum and continue to suck and slurp every bit of your labor. 

It didn’t take long for him to cum, considering he had done a number on you yesterday, you would have thought it would have taken longer for him to ejaculate. The taste of his fluid travels down, and finally, you’re able to relax your jaw as you wipe your mouth clean. That’s when something suddenly hit you. It was a sickening sensation that raged strongly deep inside your gut, enough to make you stand and quickly run to the bathroom sink, where you regurgitated Heeseung’s cum, spitting it all out.

Eyes widening, Heeseung furrows his brows out of concern and quickly stands to check on you while hearing you vomit out. It was that moment Heejeong entered to let you both know that breakfast was ready. 

“Hang on—something’s wrong.” Heeseung states without breaking his gaze from the back of your head, continuously stroking your back as he pulls you away from the sink and cradles you with a blanket and lays you down. Heejeong’s expression grew just as concerned, and he joined his brother in comforting you. 

“Do we have anything to give to her? I think she’s sick.” 

The feeling of nausea hits you mercilessly as you overhear the two talk and grab you medicine, comforting you as best they can. Heeseung figs through a drawer nearby to retrieve pain medication, while Heejeong prepares you for a trip to the hospital. Everything was swirling, you grew dizzy and your vision became blurred as you succumbed to the detrimental effects of exhaustion, when a thought popped up in your head, something that just dawned on you when you systematically walked through the symptoms. 

“When…when did I last have my period…?”

………..

Your breaths grew at an increases pace when you realized that your last menstrual cycle wasn’t just late, it never came. You had missed it entirely, yet due to your workload and the enjoyable moments you shared with your stepbrother’s, you hadn’t caught on until now. 

“Oh no…”

“What is it baby? Still feeling sick?” Heeseung taps a couple of pills in his palm and hands it over, “take these, it should help.” Your eyes swell and burst out into tears as you felt deep in your heart that the suspicion of your diagnosis was likely fetilization in the conception stages of pregnancy. You sobbed without saying a word, unsure of how to feel considering your relationship with your stepbrothers was kept secret. How were you going to explain being pregnant before marriage? How would your mothers face be when you lie to her and tell her that it was a result of a one night stand, and that you have no clues as to who the father was, after all, you couldn’t tell her the truth…not to her, or Danny. 

“Why is she crying?” Heejeong asks concerned, with Heeseung looking back at him equally confused. “How the hell would I know? It’s probably because she’s not feeling good.” 

Both men lean in and pat you down softly. “Baby…minx, come on. Shhh…what’s wrong? Where does it hurt? We’re going to go to the hospital, okay? Take the medicine and we’ll head out.” 

Their comforting words gave you the fortitude to finally speak up, regardless that you were pitiful in the delivery of your words as you continued to whimper out your cries. 

“I…I can’t….can’t take those…”

“Shh baby, it’s okay, it will make you feel better.”

“I can’t…”

“Why not?”

“…..Preg-pregnant….I think I’m pregnant.”

The two brothers lowered their hands as they sat and stared, zoning out as they processed your words. 

“Baby, how do you know? Did you take a test?” Heeseung gently speaks as he cups your face. His eyes shine with a glaze of moisture as he seeks an answer from your quivered lips. 

“No…no test…I…I didn’t realize until just now…my last cycle never came…” 

That was all Heejeong needed to hear for him to grab a jacket and head downstairs, telling Heeseung he was driving to the store to get a pregnancy test, among a few other things to bring you relief from your symptoms. “I’ll be right back.” 

Roughly a half hour later, Heejeong arrives with bags in hand. Setting them on the console table, he doesn’t bother removing his jacket, instead, he takes out a soft baked bun, unwraps it and brings it to your mouth while hugging your waist. “It will help, it’ll absorb the acid and relieve you from the nausea, just until we get to the hospital to get real medicine.” 

Rubbing your back, he caressed your body as you bite into the bun. Heeseung digs into the bag and fetches a pregnancy test, one of a few actually. “You got more than one?” 

“Just to be sure.” Heejeong states as he continues to hold the bread up, watching as you take one bite after another. He was right, the bread was helping, just enough for you to no longer feel the nauseous pains rising up. “Good girl, eat it all.” 

Kissing your head, Heejeong rubs your shoulder. The cool scent of his leather jacket was all you could smell as you finished chewing the treat. “That’s my baby…now go pee.” Standing, he presents a hand for you to take, helping you up as you meet with Heeseung, who hands you the test and gently directs you to the bathroom. “Do you need help?” 

You shook your head and enter, closing the door as you open the box and followed the directions. Ten minutes later, your heart sank as Heejeong reads out the results. “Well, it definitley says your pregnant.” 

Heeseung jolts up. “We’re having a baby?” 

“Looks that way.” Heejeong responds back as he takes out another test. “Let’s take another before we go to the hospital, just to make sure.” 

And just as the first, the second test revealed positive results. “We’re going to be daddy’s.” Heejeong smirks over to Heeseung, who slaps his hands together before turning to you. Kneeling before you, he cups your cheeks and places a kiss on your lips. “Mmmmuah! Our girl is having our baby! I wonder if it’s a boy or girl, when are we able to tell?” 

“I have no clue, I think it’s after a few months.” Heejeong states as he takes his phone to Google the answer. 

“I wanna know now.” Heeseung states before turning his head back to you, placing another kiss to your lips. 

“Looks like around four months, they’ll be able to tell. We have to take her to the hospital and get her checked out, she’s gonna have a lot of appointments in the following months.” Kneeling beside Heeseung, Heejeong rubs your legs. “Baby, how are you feeling? Do you need anything?” You shook your head, feeling somewhat relieved that the two were in high spirits over this event. 

“What do I tell my mom?” You shook out, once again wiping your semi-dried tears from your cheeks. 

“Don’t worry about that now baby. Within due time we’ll figure out a crafty story to tell, one that won’t demoralize or degrade you.” Kissing your lips, he rubs the tip of his nose against your forehead and places a second kiss after. “And we’re going to have to refrain from punishments, Heeseung.” 

“I don’t think we have to worry. She’s been very good, even yesterday wasn’t her fault.” 

Looking up to Heeseung, you gave him a questionable look. “But…I did get punished…” 

“Baaaabe.” He states as he tilts his head. “That was more for us, and you.” He chuckles as he playfully gives a soft punch to your chin, clicking his tongue the moment his knuckle gently touches your skin. “I’d say it was more of a gift, one that we enjoyed giving.” Winking, he flares a half smirk while Heejeong continues to rub your back. 

The hospital visit confirmed your pregnancy, the brothers overjoyment didn’t stop there, after you were discharged, they immediately made preparations for the baby room. 

“Give the baby my office, since it’s closest to our bedroom.” Heeseung vocalizes while hugging onto you. The two were clingy to begin with, now that the baby has been confirmed, they had been on you more than ever, even going so far in telling your boss that you required time off, to be at home. You’re not sure how they delivered the messages whether it was through threats or buying him out, either way, they were able to get you a generous amount of paid leave, more than the requirement for absence of pregnancy. 

“Isn’t this exciting, mommy gets to stay with us at home for a long time.” Heejeong winks as he gently rubs his outer hand across your belly. It was far too early for you to begin showing, yet they took in the delightful sensation of rubbing you down. 

“Actually, it be nice if you stayed home permanently.” Herseung chimes in, “You don’t need to work, we can give you everything you want or need.” 

“Wouldn’t you want to be a stay at home mommy and continue making babies with us?” Heejeong joins in as they both turn to look at you. You felt overwhelmed by the pressure of their desire in keeping you home, working at the museum was something you enjoyed and didn’t want to give up, especially since you had worked so hard throughout college and gained the job offer upon graduating. “I…I don’t—“ 

“Think about it babe, we have the house, Heejeong and I both have more money than we know what to do with, why don’t you quit that job and stay with us? Hmm? We can even bring you and baby to work, give you guys a chance to see how daddy’s are at work.” 

“But I….”

“Take some time to think about it. It would be nice having you home, all to ourselves and safe.” 

You’re not sure how to go about with telling them your desire to stay gainfully employed, especially since you feared that despite their wording, you may find yourself not having the choice but to quit. You loved your stepbrothers, and loved it more in how they loved you, yet some of their flaws that are highlighted by their infatuation with you, caused them to be forceful and a bit selfish. You were quite sure, that even with you knowing that your developed fondness for them was due to Stockholm Syndrome, it was quite safe to say that the twins also had a medical prognoses, one that you haven’t been able to figure out, not yet at least, and you’re not entirely sure if you ever will. Is there a proper diagnosis for someone who is so sick in love, let alone two? 

The next week, the boys had ordered in contractors to create an archway in the wall, allowing you to walk to and from the master suite to Heeseung’s old office space, to access the baby with ease. They built a crib, placed nursery banners along the wall, and bought plenty of toys to fill the room. You had to hand it to them, the nursery was adorable, and you were amazed at how well they decorated the room with tasteful furnishings. With the two of them combined, they had an eye for style, even if it was for a baby. “Aww I like the toy basket.” You voiced out, admiring the wicker braided and wrapped to form a wide basin structure that was filled with all sorts of plusher animals. 

“I told you she’d like it. I know our baby’s taste.” 

“Yeah yeah.” Heejeong playfully scoffs as he and Heeseung remained standing with their arms crossed. “Do you like the room baby? We can fuck you in here before baby arrives, just to carry out tradition.” Heejeong winks, while Heeseung raises his hand and voices his agreement to his brothers nomination. “I call dibs on the rocking chair.” 

“Fine. I get the closet space.” 

You chuckle and roll your eyes. “You can’t be serious, in here? This is the baby’s room.” 

“We’ll yeah…but the baby is the size of a pea right now, sooooo….” Heeseung gently clears his throat as he reaches for your arm, pulling you hastily into his grip. “So let me fuck you….now.” 

Before you could answer, he had already begin to devour you through an insatiable kiss, one that was enthusiastic as the idea of you carrying his or his brothers baby was bringing out the instinct to breed with you even more. “Give us lots of babies and pass our bloodline along.” 

Heejeong’s hands grips you front behind, as he pulls your face back and angles it for easy access to your mouth, where he too, expressed his oral fixation through tongue and cheek. “Come on baby. Let’s do it.” He whispers as he and Heeseung begin to pull down your dress and strip you, despite your soft pleas. 

Crissening the nursery wasn’t too much of a bad idea once the boys got you past the initial stages of hesitation and discomfort. After stripping you down and subjecting you to positions that gave the most orgasmic fulfillment, you were grateful. What with your hormones fluctuating, causing your sexual desire to be more potent, matching the intensity that of your lovers, you felt satisfied as each brother took you a handful of times. After the nursery, teh three of you moved along, right into the shower. It was tradition, after all. 

……………….

The next day, you asked the boys to take you to the local festival in the city. It was something you had wanted to do, and better now than later considering you were in the early stages of pregnancy. Waiting any longer would have depleted your chances in attending, given your condition in late term, which the doctor had already forewarned you that it would be a time of strict bed rest and healthy diet. But for now, while only three weeks in, why not go out and have a little fun with the boys? 

They didn’t need much convincing, they recalled uou speaking of wanting to go, and of course they were there to please you, it was one of many ways they proved that theh live for your happiness. 

The streets were crowded, and the live music and bustling food carts made it nearly impossible to focus on the main attraction of the parade, yet you didn’t mind. The sweet smell of snacks was enraging your tastebuds, causing an intense craving to take place, a common symptom of being pregnant of course. 

“Can we get those little cakes?” 

“A-ha! Baby is in the mood for sweets, so that’s the magic craving.” Heeseung teases as he walks with his arm around your waist. Heejeong holds your hand and leads you both to the bakery, “Get whatever you want girly, you’re eating for two.” 

“That’s right she is! Come here!” Shifting you in front, Heeeeung hugs your waist and buries his face into the nook of your neck, smothering you with playful kisses and ticklish movements. “Stop! Haha! Heeseung stoooop.” His loving nature causes you to grow weak in the knees, making you fail in, pushing his chest as he continues to “munch” away at your neck. Your soft giggles only promoted him to do more, instilling him the urge to pull you in by the waist, holding you tightly and steadily. 

“Okay-okay you two, let’s order the goodies and get back out there to explore.” Heejeong calmly inserts, taking you by the hand and pulling you in. “What do you want, baby? I’ll get you everything you want.” Kissing your forehead he rests this chin atop your head as he cradles you within his embrace. Heeseung grabs a few drinks for the three of you, and begins to place all the orders of your favorite pastries at the counter. 

“You like the Guava-cheese ones, right?” He asks, flashing a wink your way as Heejeong continues to caress your body; some parts being rubbed down in secrecy as he strategically shifts your bodies around, and grabs a girl hold on your derrière, giving soft pinches as he kisses your ear. “Yeah, those are the ones she likes.” Heejeong answers back in your stead, noting how your lack of response due to the sensation of his tongue thrusting in and out of your ear canal, causes a whirlpool of moans to vigorously pass through your lips instead of words. 

Through the window glass, from across the street and unbeknownst to the three of you, two pairs of raging eyes grow envious and confused at the sight of you receiving the most out of your step-brothers. Affection, love, tenderness, and erotic signals, all exchanged as each brother took his turn to devote unyielding adoration while holding you close; it was all too much for Yeon-Jin and Sa-Ra to take. Crinkling the handles of their purse and wallets in hand, the two girls grit their teeth, enraged at what was currently happening before them. 

“That….fucking….bitch! I’m going to fuck her up!” Sa-Ra moves hastily as she spat her poisoned words, breaching the edge of the street’s walkway before Yeon-Jin grabs on, stopping the former from crossing over. “No wait!” 

“Let me go! I’m serious! I’ll burn her skin off, I swear!” 

“Sa-Ra! We need to play it cool, we already lost favor with the two.” Presenting the voice of reason and realism, Yeon-Jin was just as furious as her counterpart, but knew that long before you came into the picture, the boys had completely lost interest, causing her to rile with suspicion for months, nearly a year even, of the twins desire to break off their relationship with her and Sa-Ra. Despite her fearing the day oncoming, it never arrived. The boys had continued to look at them with dull and voided expressions, seemingly unhappy and annoyed, yet they never solidified a breakup. 

“Sa-Ra…we have to be careful. I know you’ve also been sensing Heeseung and Heejeong’s disinterest in us.”

“Yeah, because of her!”

Yeon-Jin’s raging expression shifts back to the scene of Heejeong caressing your neck with his tongue, subtly rubbing his palms over the curves of your breasts as he discreetly hides it by having you face the corner behind a secluded table. “Yeah baby? Bet you want me to fuck you right here in front of everyone, don’t you?” Reaching up, your palms barely make contact with the wall as you eagerly nod, submitting defeat to the sensation of Heejeong assaulting your skin with the smoothness of his tongue, while simultaneously gripping and squeezing parts of you that should have gone unnoticed by the subtle presence of public strangers, yet it did, all because he was so good at hiding it. Strategically, he pins and continues to mark you as he tenderizes your throat, keeping you hidden off into the dimmed seating area on the other side of the cafe. Watching the man whom she had prospected to marry, for wealth and for his looks, Yeon-Jin’s grip on Sa-Ra’s blouse grows tighter, causing her acrylics to bend out of shape and crack from the pressure.

“I fucking know…..that even though they stopped caring about us before that whore came into their family….I just know she made it worse….so much worse.” 

“Exactly! Let’s mess her up.” Sa-Ra claps Yeon-Jin’s hand into her palms as she instigates the growth of her best friend’s anger. 

“No….we need to do this in a way where the boys won’t suspect us. I have this feeling that they heard about what we did back in high school.”

“What? You mean all those idiots? Heeseung couldn’t have….could he?”

“Why else would they have stopped taking interest in seeing us for so long, even before y/n’s mom met Danny.” 

“Do you think those bitches blabbed and told Heeseung and Heejeong what we did?”

“I don’t know…I just know Heejeong enough, he wouldn’t approve of our behavior back then and neither would Heeseung.”

“I get and see what you mean about treating us like second-class citizens, but Yeon-Jin….even with that stupid slut y/n in the picture…why didn’t they break it off with us? Aren’t you the least bit curious about it?”

“Of course I am! But I’m trying to prevent it. I have no idea why they haven’t called off the relationship but something tells me that they were planning on something.”

“Like what? Public humiliation? Do you think they were waiting for a certain time or event to break it off with us, all for y/n?”

“I don't know….Sa-Ra….but we’re already walking on thin ice, so if we’re going to get rid of y/n, we need to do this in a way where we’re not suspected of anything. I don’t want to affirmatively confirm those snitches against us. We need to do this the right way…..a way where we can get rid of y/n for good and separate her from the twins, then we can do everything we can to establish an engagement and set a date so we can marry those bastards.” 

“Okay….so what do we do?” Sa-Ra crosses her arms and waits for a groundbreaking answer, but it never leaves Yeon-Jin’s lips. Instead, complete silence was all that was emitted as the two girls scurried away, ensuring that their presence remained unnoticed by you and the twins. 

……..

Days had passed since the festival, and you enjoyed the last bit of spring as the days became shorter. You woke earlier than normal this morning, wanting to take advantage of the sunlight as you clipped the roses from your garden, the ones that you and the boys grew together. Placing each stem in the basket, your knees damp from the morning dew, you walk back inside through the double French doors that welcome you into the open kitchen. Setting the basket on the island, you opened the tin container to grab three teabags; the scent of Lavender and Chamomile hits your nostrils as the two men enter and greet you with warm smiles. 

“There she is. Our mommy to be.” 

Chuckling, you shook your head faintly as you prepared the three teacups. “We still have a while before we become parents.” you tease out as you raise your brows and playfully flicked the tip of your finger on Heejeong’s chin. 

“Oh we know. Trust us, we plan to get more out of you before we have to take a long pause…you know, for the sake of the baby and all.” With a raspy voice, Heeseung takes the container from you and finishes the setting of preparations for tea as he gently nods, implying that he would make it in your stead. “I got it baby, just relax.” 

“It’s…just tea, Heeseung.” 

“I know, but you deserve to stand there and look pretty, nothing else.”

Smirking, he dips a bag in each cup before flashing you a wink. The two circle you as they take turns hugging and kissing your forehead, when the sound of intruding footsteps cuts the moment short. 

“So…it’s true…about you three.” 

Your eyes snap wide, as did the boys, yet the furrowed brows of annoyance and anger differed from your confused expression. No doubt, the twins were just as lost, yet their eyes had glared a fierce emotion as you all watched the unwelcome guest make his way inside the kitchen. 

“When they told me about you three, it was so sickening that I was offended by what I heard. But now I see, they weren’t lying, in fact, I am glad that this was brought to my attention before it had reached the papers…my own sons, the heirs to my fortune and business…my years of hard work, doing the most inappropriate acts with their own sister.” 

“First of all, STEP-sister…secondly, what the Hell are you doing here?” Heeseung spat out with a poisonous tongue. Joining in, Heejeong intervenes with a rational question as his brows grew closer to his lash line, expressing the outrage when he heard the words “they”. “When you say ‘they’....are you referring to-” 

“That’s besides the point. You two have shamed yourselves and y/n. Fortunately, I have restrained myself from telling her mother.” Switching his gaze to you, Danny eludes a disappointing tone as he unleashes the full extent of his knowledge in what you had been doing with your two stepbrothers. “I have committed to great lengths of self restraint and not tell your mother about this. No doubt she would be angry with knowing how you’ve behaved…and the fact that you’re carrying a monstrosity from all this.”

You gasped at his newfound words. “Y-...you know?....A-about….about my baby?” 

“You’re baby? That’s hardly appropriate to acknowledge considering you’re carrying something that was put in by one of my sons.” Danny’s offensive tone grows more stern and cold, furthering the rage in the twins, to the point where Heeseung places his foot down and stands in front, keeping you hidden behind as Heejeong hugs you to his chest. 

“You make it sound as if we’re a bunch of sickos. Let me break it down for you, since you’re obviously too dumb to understand how basic science works, Daddio.” Flashing an offending smirk towards Danny, Heeseung continues to disrespect his own father as he stands for your honor, inhibiting the man from tarnishing your name. “WE, are not related. WE, do not share the same blood or DNA, so you can take all of what you have, and leave with it. I doubt anyone is going to care what Heejeong and I do on our own time.” 

“I will deal with you two later. Right now, Y/N will be coming with me.” Transferring his gaze once more, Danny glares into your soul as he reaches a hand, expecting you to take it willingly. “Once it was made out of your unethical relations, I had a private investigator look into the case, that is how I found out about your unwarranted pregnancy. My son’s are one thing, but how could you allow yourself to become ruined by the likes of them? Do you have any idea how this would affect your prospects for a proper marriage later on? Thank God this hasn’t made it’s way around.” 

“Oh? You mean the people who told you about this, are trustworthy enough to keep their mouths shut and not sell this out?” Heejeong spits out, practically hissing as he issues each word. “Let me guess, it wouldn’t happen to be two, money-hungry females that earned your trust and loyalty, would it?” 

“If you’re referring to the girls that you both should have married and impregnated, versus your own sister, then yes. Though I will admit, they are not aware of the pregnancy, I kept that to myself once my guy dug that up.” 

“Oh how convenient for you to all of a sudden check up on us, after so many years of not caring and dipping your dick into other women, ignoring our only mother.” Heeseung turns his head over shoulder and shoots a melancholy stare at the floor upon hearing Heejeong bringing up their mother. After all the time you had spent with them, you still were unaware of the truth and history between the boys and their father, much less the history of their mother and her whereabouts. 

“This isn’t the time for such conversation. Y/N, you’re coming with me.” Turning his head, Danny yells out towards the foyer, his voice bouncing off the walls from the narrow hallway that leads into the kitchen. “In here!”

Your look of confusion transitions into one of fear and anxiety as four large men in white scrubs make their way in, surrounding you and the twins. “W-what…what is this?” you stutter as you watch the men close in. 

“I’m placing you under watch, you’ll be evaluated by therapists and undergo an initial psych examination where we can treat you, among other things.”

“Other things?....” Your voice shook as the sting of fresh tears swell in your ducts. 

“You will have a non-invasive procedure, a chemical abortion to ensure your system is cleared out of anything that my own sons put in there. We can’t allow the world to know what has been going on, it will ruin the future business prospects and our global trade partnerships.” 

Shaking your head vigorously, the tears began to drip down your cheeks as you held onto Heejeong frantically. “No!” 

You shove your face into his chest as you hear the shuffling of Heeseung fighting off a pair of the male nurses, while Heejeong cradles you in and blocks you away from the other two, trapping you against the kitchen counter as he glares at the pairs of eyes directly. “Touch her and I’ll break your hands off.” 

His threat was taken with a grain of salt, as the pair managed to pull him away. Yet with both his hands free from caressing your frame, Heejeong went straight into business as he started to fight off the pair viciously as his brother had done. Together, the two took on each nurse, grabbing onto various items in the kitchen to physically inflict enough pain, causing them to back away. 

“Get out.” Heeseung breathes deeply, catching as much air as the beads of sweat drip down, with Heejeong stepping up to his side, flaring the same state of physical exhaustion. “If you want to get into the legalities of it, what you’re doing is entirely illegal and the fact that you have no evidence to warrant this intrusion, much less taking her away and forcing an unwanted procedure is something that can, and will be used against you if you want to continue to take this further.” Heejeong continues to catch his breath as his grip tightens around the handle of the pan he held in hand. 

“She’s carrying the child that shares the DNA of you or your brother. That’s enough evidence.” 

“But without proof of a DNA examination result or pregnancy, you or the authorities have proper warrants to do this. So get the fuck out.” Heeseung finishes as he tosses the pot, and turns his attention towards you. 

“Come here…come to me.” With open arms, he stands before your cowering state as you rush in to hug his chest. “Shhh…nothing is going to happen to you.” 

“Don’t let them…don’t let them take my baby…” you sob out, your cries muffled by the material of his tee shirt. “I want our baby to live…don’t let them take it away from me.” 

Heejeong’s heart nearly dropped at hearing your cries, and so did Heeseung’s. True, it was too early to tell just which out of the two sired the child, but it never mattered. You three were family, just as they had loved and cared for each other as brothers, they became exposed to a different type of love that expanded into something that was unruly and impossible to live without. The day they saw you and heard you speak, they knew they both felt something for you that could never be replaced, and vowed that, together, they would forever love, protect, and build a family with you. It wasn’t legally printed, yet they had treated and considered you as their wife, their only partner for life and made it clear that you belonged to the both of them, never just one or the either. As you cried out, begging for them to protect the unborn child in your womb, for the first time since discovering your pregnancy, the sense of duty as father’s had hit them. They now knew more than ever, that your well-being as well as their baby, was their responsibility that the two of them, will never fail to uphold. 

Turning his head back towards Danny, Heejeong issues out a glare that you only have seen on occasion, one that never was followed without a malicious act; it was the same that he issued to Jeff before he went missing, and to Kurt, yet due to your interference, the latter was successfully saved, though barely. 

“Get out. Do anything to her, and I promise I’ll kill you myself…Dad.”  With a sadistically wide eyed stare, Heejeong bares the look of psychotic twistedness that Danny had never seen before. It not only was shocking, but scared him beyond matter, yet that wasn’t all that instilled the chill of fear, because he wasn’t just seeing it on one of their faces, but both. 

“I’ll personally take up the task of gutting you wide awake if you or any one of your people lay a finger on her. Don’t test us…Danny.” Heeseung raises his head to reveal an eerily similar expression, it was murderous and frightening. 

“What….what is this? What is with you two? Ho-how-” With his words cut off by the shuttered pause of his breath, Danny takes a step back as he witnesses the transformation of his son’s countenance. “What is this?...You both are…insane.” Just as Danny felt the cold chill vibrating through his spine, so did the nurses as they raised their hands up in defeat and back up, symbolically waving the white flag. “Sir…we’re going to leave now.” One of the nurses speaks up, and with that, the four of them turn to take their leave, quickly exiting as Danny remains left behind. 

“Fine. Y/n will stay here for now, but she will take in the abortion. If you choose to delay it, then it will be done through a surgical procedure, one way or another, it will be done. So take your pick. As for your living accommodations, I will get the evidence and the authorities involved; you cannot win, so enjoy the time being that you have with her. I will not allow this to continue further.” Turning around, Danny stops in mid step before flaring a side eye towards you three. “You both may be my son’s, but remember, I have enough contacts and resources to handle you behind closed doors…do all you want, but I promise that the police and even the higher officials of Government will be on my side.” 

With that, Danny fully exits, leaving you tearful and dreading the future. You knew he was a powerful man, after all, he nearly owned the country with how his massive corporation monopolized the cities and neighboring countries. He had money, power, and people on his side, which was more than what the twins had. 

"What....what are we going to do?...." you asked with pleading eyes, but only saw that the twins had continued to stare out at the foyer space that Danny disappeared in. With their sights locked in at the front door, they raise their hands to pet your hair, caress your chin, as they emit a deep and dark chuckle.

"Oh baby...don't worry about anything. Haven't you learned by now? Hmm?"

Turning their gaze towards you, their psychotic grins reaching the higher levels of insanity that became the stuff nightmares were made of, they tilt their heads as they kept the eerie grins yet a glimpse of the loving affection they had for you emerged from the depths their dark eyes.

"Baby sis...big brothers always have something up their sleeves."

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[thealogie]

Hello Thea and peanuts, hope this is alright!!

Due to finances not financing (hurricanes decimating your region, house not selling as fast as planned BEFORE said hurricane, starting grad school, etc etc 🙄) I’m having to cancel our trip originally planned for Thanksgiving week to see Macbeth. I’ve got 2 tickets for Wednesday November 27 in the stalls.

Please, someone who will properly appreciate DT and this production buy these tickets off me 🥺 message me directly if you’re interested, or know someone who would be!!

I’m so sorry to hear this!! man that’s so much to be dealing with. I sincerely hope someone here wants to buy them

[princeloww]

Help a fellow DT-obsessee out 🙏🙏

I'm saving up desperately to try get tickets to David Tennant's Macbeth in the autumn, because I'm hyperfixated SO hard on DT/DT roles and this is probably my only ever chance to actually see him, considering I'm not very well-off and I live in Northern Ireland, where nobody ever goes and fuck-all happens.

Please have a look at my stickers on etsy!! I'm restocking the 50 pack next week hopefully, and am planning on selling DT related badges as soon as i get my machine fixed (a replacement part is on the way).

Of course I'm not going to force you to do anything, but a reblog would be greatly appreciated. My goal is to make £600, in order to cover hotel + flights for myself and my mum. I won't be 16 until after the tickets are for sale, so I can't get a proper job yet 💔💔

[ingravinoveritas]

Hello there! I hope you are doing well (as well as someone who has completed watching season 2) First of all congrats on moving into a new house! I'm still having lots of Feelings™ to process after finishing the second season.. oh god the acting, the genuine emotions on the faces of both Michael and David this time around... I'm simultaneously radiating happiness and being utterly destroyed. And the increasing intimacy between them in the interviews is not helping matters either... I think (this has been marinating in my head for a while) one of the reasons they are doing this is to physically reassure each other that they are not apart, they are still a team and still on their side, because after the heart wrenching ending of the season, it would have been very hard for them to come to terms with it, as they had put their whole beings, their whole souls into playing Azi and Crowley, which might have made it difficult to draw a line where the characters ended and they begin... So the touches, their body language became a sort of coping mechanism, something which said 'hey, don't worry, I'm still here.. I have not gone away, we're still together' and this makes me wanna cry again 😭

I hope my word vomit makes an iota of sense (English is not my first language by a long shot, so) and I hope you do find some time to rest and have a warm beverage of your choice while unwinding. Stay safe and blessed!!

Hi there! Thank you so much for the congrats on my move, I truly appreciate it. I've actually had a very rough couple of days, as on top of the move, my Facebook account was hacked earlier this week, and it essentially pushed me over the edge and I was crying for much of Monday and felt like I had a crying "hangover" all day Tuesday.

You do not at all have to apologize for your Ask--your English is very good!--and I'm glad to read your thoughts as I make my way through all the Anons still residing in my inbox. Truly, we are fortunate to have GO 2 and Michael and David to focus on, as well as the abundance of interviews we've gotten after months and months of little to no content.

To start: I absolutely agree with you, re: the intimacy between Michael and David in these interviews. It's been so fascinating to see them get more flirty and touchy-feely with each progressive interview (I know we don't know the order in which they were done, but I imagine the flirting/touching increased as the day went on). And while I can definitely see them doing what you described--reassuring each other, touching and being close as a coping mechanism--my feeling is they already did all that last year, probably right after filming That Scene. (There is actually a gorgeous MS/DT fic on AO3 right now that depicts exactly that, and it's definitely worth reading.)

But in terms of all the intimacy and touching in the more recent interviews (from last month), I think what we're seeing is something else. I think Michael and David are beyond the need for reassurance because they are so comfortable with each other and know they're still together, permanently. There's no more of the uncertainty of parting ways after the promo interviews end--only the promise of seeing each other again as soon as both their lives and schedules allow it.

There have been so many moments of telling body language and touches and expressions, but if I had to pick a favorite (well, a few), one would be them walking arm-in-arm onto The One Show:

And the other would be David leaning so far over and draping his arm around Michael in the Amazon Q&A video:

...And of course (and possibly most notable), Michael and David seemingly unconsciously moving closer to each other in the TV Insider interview:

It's so telling that there is no urgency or desperateness to any of this--only comfort and very much that sense of "on our side" that you mentioned. Walking out arm-in-arm as they did in particular adds to that "us against the world" feeling and the not-so-subtle implication that while they were Michael Sheen and David Tennant on the season one press tour, here, now, they are Michael and David. Inseparable, always intertwined, and having so much more of themselves in the characters of Aziraphale and Crowley than in the first season.

So yes, everything you wrote absolutely did make sense, and I appreciate you writing in to share your thoughts with me. I have a lot more thoughts/analysis about GO season 2 still to share, which I hope to do in response to the numerous Anons still waiting in my inbox. Thanks for writing in! x

[transbbqdad]

Henlo, it is I, transbbqdad

So as many of you know I’m a trans dude in Tennessee, and rightfully I am really mf scared of what’s going to happen after america’s funeral DT’s inauguration

I’m trying to go ahead and make sure I am legally squared away for my own safety so that being stealth is easier. My boyfriend is on probation- leaving the state is not an option.

I filed for my name change today, but I’m trying to fund my post-op recovery after top surgery. I should have the procedure scheduled by next week, and by then I’ll hopefully know more about how much my insurance is covering. In the meantime, I have created a gofundme and adjusted the goal to cover surgery-related things.

If you can’t help financially, reblogs help just as much. I just appreciate the support whether it’s emotional or otherwise. I’m feeling really scared.

Thank you all 🩵🏳️‍⚧️

https://gofund.me/e397401c

[elenthyaolyenths]

Day 18: "Hear me out, Angel" - Good Omens, Singer Fem!Crowley upcoming? + Important Announcement (♥Print Shop Opening, and promo code for you all!!♥)

Birds flying high

You know how I feel

Sun in the sky

You know how I feel

Reeds drifting on by

You know how I feel

It's a new dawn

It's a new day

It's a new life

For me

And I'm feeling good...

"Hear me out, Angel..."

Yes, hear me out, because I have the pleasure to announce that my Print shop is finally open! (link here)

I am so excited!!!! (And nervous too, but this is quite usual for me as you know :-p)

For this grand Opening, please have this special code for -20% on your first purchase: NAH4QBRN. It will last until the February 8th, but no minimal amount!

You have been quite a few to ask me if I do prints of my art, and more often since my most recent artworks ("We're bound" & "Bliss"). Well, here we are! You’ll find there my most appreciated artworks ("ancient" style and "New Red" style) There are some beautiful close-up shots of my biggest artworks too. If your favourite artwork/close-up shot is missing, please contact me on my Ko-Fi or ask on my Tumblr and I will put it in the shop too!

Come and take a peek!!!

About the sketch

Realisation time: 3 hours 30 minutes

Today's theme: my followers on Ko-Fi discovered last night my first attempt as drawing a new Fem!Crowley of mine. “Attempt” because I lost too much time hesitating on the traits, then the colours, then the shades… And the final result didn’t even please me -_- For the Wives, I usually draw DT/MS physical traits then try to smooth it and feminise it, but it clearly doesn’t work well for me. So, I tried something different here, and started to draw in my ancient style, then slightly changed the physical traits until I obtain a face that look like DT’s Crowley face. Maybe there are some tutorials about how to draw and feminise masculine traits… But, no, it’s funnier to find by myself :-p (for now).

I have an important new project in mind, a “Singer/Musician” ensemble of artworks (AU or Canon, I have yet to decide). But you my dear GO fam, you'll have a role to play in it. So, I HAVE to be able to draw my Wives more classy and sexy than ever. For now I will train a little bit more, but I hope I will be able to talk about it soon, maybe next week?

The Daily Sketch Challenge Rules:

Personal challenge: a simple sketch each day

Goal: forcing me to keep things simple - inking, shading, just a few sashes of colour

Improvement pursued: to get the movement, the emotion, finding how to add depth, learning how to leave things barely finished

Max time allowed: 2 hours Ow bloody hell, what if I change this rule for good? Each time for the last 7 days I had a perfect raison to spend more time on my Daily sketch. (Today it was the Grand Opening =D)

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[spamtoon]

DCRC week 3 time! ...In week 4.

you see. every time i wanted to open this comic. i wanted to do something else actually sosososososo bad. however now's the time

my history with the comics is ZILCH. i've had my friend show me a few duck comics they had in their first language and i've read some of the darkwing stuff but i haven't dived head first into scrooge's origins the way that many other duckblr members have

please note i might be off because i am very tired as of writing this. i will pass out directly after i finish this and so my judgements might be a bit. Strange

First comment I'd like to make her is how professional the comic seems, though that may just be because i'm viewing this though the don rosa archive on the definitely legal website. i'm glad at the very least that all of these like. little comics that are hard to keep track of are in one place

second off i just want to shoutout how tiny louie is here. ity bity. the 87 triplets are so small. sorry this is how it is with me i'm like wow... i appreciate these comics and all of the work people put into them and then im like oh louie little

Oh my aching eyebulbs! I did in fact misread that as lightbulbs

great panel we've got going on here. og glomgold acting quite fruity while donald needs to catch the thing... Glomgold you do understand you are also claiming other people's fortunes given the work for you in the south african diamond mines... a detail that i've only ever heard in trivia until now.

donald is so just continuously done with their garbage and he deserves to be i think. for all he's been through

sorry i just like the exaggerated poses here and the sillouettes and line effects. showcasing the them

Oh deliver us!

sorry i just love the expressions (and posing in the third) here. i know i'm mainly admiring comic panels so far but dang it. they...

aaaaand this is where the stuff that. didnt quite age starts. i've heard from chatter on discord that Things Happen in this comic and that scrooge should be wanted in Peru because of it. they way that some of the descendants are just casually helping him gnngnsn. i understand it was the 80s...

glomgold ate in this outfit and i'm sure you all agree. assuming this is glomgold i havent read that yet but look at him. that's glomgold. his goofy ahh smirk

FOEIJFIOUSGJEIAFEAFOJIUEAAEJOFEADAEFJIEA well. i did forget that glomgold held scrooge at gunpoint. and he does! i'm so . the way he's just. being held at gunpoint and scrooge's reaction is like THIS IS LITERALLY IMPOSSIBLE i'm so. not even a gun can stop scrooge mcduck. or the triplets for that mater they also are kinda unphased at this point

another case where i just want to note these panels for the pose and expression contrast between the two of them... they

FEAHUIAOEJFEA the cogging way that the sound effects STREEEEETCH across the winds. priceless i think

i also want to note the action panels in the plane crash section i'm so. this one in particular but all of them really

Okay so i guess they were just. stuck with glomgold for multiple days. and scrooge is like where the barp is everyone ohhhh curse me cog darn kilts sorry

also omg calisota mention. calisota girls we're unforgesorry

glomgold's little happy handstand... you deserve to dark.wing cartwheel actually i think. also caro thinking about quack.erjack

parrot mention (context. im normal about that phone guy)

also please know before it registered that was a shine effect i thought the zebra's tail was a Bomb for a second and that the twist was going to be it all explodes in glomgold's face. but alas

HUIDAEJIOJFAEIJF THE WAY SCROOGE IS JUST. CASUAL ABOUT IT like dammmm you guys were slow. the fact scrooge has just had a little setup out here i'm so. yeah let's prank glomgold

im so mad... its beautiful. ive heard comics scrooge vs dt.17 scrooge described as business scrooge vs family scrooge and if this isn't way to differentiate between the two of them. the adventure's over because Business glomgold.

sorry every serious comic person that may or may not be reading this because i am. not very serious especially right now but please know i have so much respect for these and cant wait to read more. except i have to do an assignment first. two assignments. four. school is kicking my behind right now thats part of why i'm late but i will catch up eventually. now time to go to sleep

OH WAIT THERES MORE COMIC hold on wait what if you see this while i'm editing no you don't. i can't believe i actually got juked by the fake ending. i will admit i have been coasting along for a bit now but Now i am invested

the way he spends multiple panels gloating about the gems specifically... both of them are so petty here and its beautiful

rooooolling giiiiirl sorry my legitimate first thoughts. i am having an era right now. yes glomgold chase your big gem frisbee

the way that they're dragging both of them out and away from each other. like alright folks. time to break it up here. you're gonna destroy the temple. and they do!

GLEEP!

okay now its the end. this comic has made me a fan of comic glomgold and thats what i'm going to say here. good night everyone i hope this is a great start to my beautiful comic journey

[pedriache]

Apocalypse — João Félix.

Pairing: João Félix x Fem!Reader

Summary: A romantic date on the beach with your boyfriend was supposed to be the alone time you’d been asking for, for the past two weeks. Unfortunately, he couldn’t leave his dog alone at home.

Word count: 565+

Disclaimer/s: fluff , banter , ect !

A/N: HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO THIS DIVA!! and hello Allur, I hope this was to your liking ^_^ @joaoflms

The wind wisps your hair across your face, the salty air produced by the ocean did little to add to the romantic scenery. Beside you, João walked in slow, even steps, one hand holding yours while the other keeping a tight grip on Floki’s leash.

Your eyes drop from the scenic sunset to the barking dog. Seriously? You had one minute of silence. “Did we have to take him?”

João glances at you, “uh, yeah? He would’ve been so sad at home, all alone.” His explanation was short and definitely not sweet. You loved Floki, you truly did, but, that didn’t mean you wanted him on your dates.

“Yeah, yeah. Let’s take the dog on—“

João suddenly lurches forward, taking you down with him. Floki had caught sight of something in the distance and had tugged on his leash unexpectedly. In the midst of trying to reach whatever he saw, the dog had caused an unfortunate sequence of events.

João tumbled to the sand and you fell right on top of him, a loud squeal leaving your mouth. Your boyfriend had managed to keep hold of the leash, thank God.

Scrambling up to a straddling position, you lean over the man, your hands resting in the sand on both sides of his head. “This, João, is exactly why we do not take the damn dog on dates.” Your head dipping down as your body shakes with laughter.

Soon enough, the brunette beneath you is laughing too, his head tilting back into the sand. Floki pads toward the two of you, jumping at your waist. You take the hint and lower yourself down and onto the sand beside your boyfriend, allowing him to climb onto your stomach.

The sounds of waves crashing against the shore mixed in with your breathy laughs. “It’s going to take weeks to get this sand out of my hair.” You finally speak.

“Why does it sound like you’re blaming me?” João’s right eyebrow lifts, his gaze trailing from your face to his dog’s.

“Uh, because you forced me into allowing him to come?” You argue, pushing yourself up to lean back on your arms. “So, it’s completely, one hundred percent, your fault.”

João mirrors your position, leaning his head on his shoulder. “Well, you certainly didn’t put up that much of a fight. So, it’s actually on the both of us. Technically speaking.” His lip curls into an amused grin, one you didn’t know if you wanted to flick off of him, or kiss off of him.

“Loud and wrong.” You shake your head, “now. Can we please just go home? I feel gross and grimy.”

Your boyfriend nods, “yeah, probably a good idea.” Neither of you move though, instead, he tips his head down, pressing a tender kiss to your cheek. “Did I tell you how beautiful you look right now?”

“Yeah, beautiful and sandy. Thanks.” You breathe out through a giggle, “but thank you, anyways.”

“And, I love you.” He continues, eyes flickering to your lips.

Your eyebrows raise. “Are you trying to gain brownie points for something?”

João feigns offense, his hand clasping over his heart in hurt. “I would never do that?! But, if thats an offer..”

“Oh shut up.” You laugh, using one hand to cup his cheek to pull his face into yours. His lips meet yours in a delicate kiss. “I love you, too.” You murmur.

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DTS , @halfwayhearted @joaoflms @sakashq @ar4ujos @hrts4havertz @spidybaby !

[otherworldseekers]

It's been a rather rough week, friends.

Last Thursday we found out my husband's company is shutting down most of their operations and he is losing his job. It's not as bad as it could be. Apparently due to the way it's happening, they are required by law to continue paying their workers for the next 3 months, regardless of the fact that most of their workers literally cannot do their jobs anymore. So they get paid for the next 3 months to do nothing which leaves plenty of time for job searching.

But to be honest, this is a big setback to us. My husband didn't want to leave this company because they treat their workers extremely well and he was very well liked and appreciated there. And it was very unexpected. The company has been in business for 140 years. But the pandemic has made things very difficult for them. (It's a life insurance company based in NY so... yeah.)

It's just very discouraging when we thought we were secure to have to go through this again. It's certainly not helping my anxiety.

On the plus side, my husband doesn't have to work during DT launch anymore!

Anyway, that's where I am right now. Struggling with an immense amount of anxiety and feelings of futility. Scrambling desperately for any spark of creativity that I can find to lift my spirits.

[thisbuildinghasfeelings]

ANNE for nice ask week -

Make one change to the Tarloft. Your change cannot be structural i.e. you can't change the layout or the floorplan or the building facade. And you can't change its current location in DT Austin

This is a difficult question for me to answer because I love the loft so much and I think it's mostly perfect. But if I have to choose something...

I would add large overhead lights all over the ceiling to properly illuminate TK and Carlos and enable us to actually SEE them properly in all loft scenes. (I think this would be especially appreciated by gif makers)

Either that or...the only other change I would wish for would be the addition of more photos placed around the loft. Particularly framed wedding photos, but maybe also a couple of TK and Carlos with their families as kids and a group picture from a 126 hang. Also a framed photo of Lou II. I just think that would be funny.

[dandyfelines]

Donro Week Gift Day

I come bearing gift art. :O Day 7, Gift for @donro-week

Each graphic is inspired by a different creator!

For @sikyurame - A family night up on a hill to stargaze, set in the Paralyzed AU. With a special someone. ; ]

For @gyorslab - You had me at "apple farm donro!" Originally proposed a donro week much earlier on in the DT fandom, so I hope you don't mind me making a tribute to you! Would not have had the idea to run this donro week if not for you :)

For @owlsong74 - Inspired by "A Pancake-Sweet Morning". Sweet fic with a very slow, domestic donro dynamic that I adore.

For @endtr0ducin - Gyro Beats Up an Ableist, Part 2: Electric Boogaloo. Sorry Pete, someone had to play the villain for this. tw blood just in case.

If you would like to be untagged/unmentioned in this post please let me know.

QOTD: Which donro creator/fic do you recommend?

Aside from the people mentioned here, @wacky-nameless-inventor-24 and @shychick-52 write Donro fanfiction I enjoy!

Level 7 On the Danger Scale (AO3 account req.) is another fun story with DT17 Donro. As is A Nudge in the Right Direction.

There were many people who came and went making donro art and fic, and I appreciate every one of you. Also, thank you to everyone who participated in the Donro Week; you made this week full of gaiety and, well, gay birds. Two positive things!