#just like 3 guys? and one just yelled AND GUESS WHAT. NONE OF US HAVE A FUCKING JOB.

[farahfriday]

i am so sorry … but … your ghost looks like one of the pesto twins from bob’s burgers 😭

get used to it cus by the time im done brainwashing you all, seeing a picture of professor farnsworth or grandpa simpson is gonna trigger a pavlovian orgasm

[gloomskulls]

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ YELP REVIEWS [tasm!peter parker x reader]

pairings: tasm!peter parker x reader

⇢ ˗ˏˋ SUMMARY ୨୧ a fan decided to make an unofficial yelp page for spider man as a joke. A lot of clients...or citizens had so much to say.

⇢ ˗ˏˋ WARNING ୨୧ none

A/n: Just a random short fluff. I'll go back doing dark stories once I feel like it. I haven't really used Yelp, but my friend gave me this idea lol, so credit to Angelina lol. Don't steal this coz I'll shave your head.

Peter slumped on the couch scrolling through his phone. He frowned intensely and tapped a link you had just sent him, headlined as "Spider-Man Yelp Reviews"

You leaned against the door with a stifled grin. "Found it while looking at reviews for that new pizza place. Thought you'd get a kick out of the comments from your…clients."

Peter groaned. "Clients? I'm not running a business. What is this?"

Thumbing through the reviews, he cycled through disbelief, frustration then finally wounded pride.

2 stars

"He saved me from a mugger, but he sailed so quickly I didn't even manage to get the chance to say than you. Really rude."

3 stars

"I appreciate the help...however, he left me dangling from a lamppost for 20 minutes until the cops arrived. You could have just dropped me on the ground bro."

4 stars

"Brilliant rescue, but my phone screen got cracked when he yanked me into a speeding car. Thanks, I guess"

Peter threw his head back, exasperated. "Cracked phone screens? I'm sorry, Janet, would you prefer to have been hit by the car?"

"Peter, this is gold," you dropped beside him taking the phone to scroll further. "Ooh, look at this one!"

1 star

“I yelled for Spider-Man to come help me when my cat was stuck in a fire escape. He didn’t show. What’s the worth of a superhero when they won’t even help the little guy from time to time?”

"That wasn't even a crime," Peter exclaimed with hands thrown up. "What do people expect me to do run a cat rescue hotline?"

"I mean…isn't helping people your whole thing? Even the little guys? Or, in this case, little cats?"

He narrowed his eyes at you. "You're enjoying this way too much."

"Oh, I'm loving it." You scrolled to another review.

3 stars

"Got my purse back after it was snatched, but when he handed it to me, he just said, 'Here ya go,' and left. No photo, no autograph. Kinda rude."

"Oh no, Peter, how dare you not stay for selfies mid-crime fighting?" You snickered.

Peter dragged a hand down his face. "Am I supposed to throw a meet and greet after every mugging? Should I bring merch? Web-slingers for kids? Spider-Man action figures?"

You wiggled your eyebrows. "Don't tempt me to start a side hustle."

He shook his head, scrolling further. His eyes widening in disbelief at the review.

1 star

"I yelled for Spider-Man to help me with my groceries. He didn't show up. Ended up dragging six bags up five flights of stairs by myself. What's even the point of having a superhero if he doesn't help the little people?"

Peter let out a strangled laugh. "Groceries? I have to save people from groceries now?"

"Be honest," you teased. "If you would have heard her, would you help?"

He hesitated. "…I mean, maybe. If I wasn't busy."

"Softie," you said, poking his cheek. "You're gonna carry someone's Costco haul one day; I just know it."

Peter groaned louder and clicked on another review, muttering, "It can't get worse. It can't possibly—"

0 stars

"Spider-Man swung by my building and broke my balcony railing. Now my landlord's charging me for repairs. Thanks, webhead."

"Oh," you managed a stifled laugh. "Isn't that the guy from your last patrol? You know, the one who yelled at you when you were chasing that car thief?"

Peter buried his face into his hands. "It's not my fault that balconies are so flimsy in the city. It's very hard to swing around without hitting something."

You patted his shoulder soothingly. "Don't worry, hero. I'm sure you'll get your Yelp rating up again. Maybe even start a loyalty program? Save five, get a free coffee?"

Peter shot you a look, betraying irritation and amusement. "You're impossible." You just grinned menacingly at his words.

"Hey, look at this one," you said, stealing the phone and scrolling to a five-star review, finally. "Finally, some love."

5 stars

“Spider-Man saved my dog from traffic. My girlfriend thinks he's cute. I do too, honestly. Would let him rescue me any day.”

He blinked. "What…what does that even mean?!"

"It means you’re the city’s hottest, most eligible bachelor,” you said, draping an arm over his shoulders. "Even dogs are falling for you. Can't blame them."

He rubbed his temples. “I think I need to retire. Or move to a quieter city. Do they need Spider-Man in, like, Ohio? Whadoyo think baby?”

You smiled and opened the Yelp app. “There, there, hero. I’ll fix your reputation." You assured him as you patted his back

Peter leaned over, squinting as you typed. “What are you— '5 stars. Spider-Man is amazing. Handsome. Athletic. Definitely has a great butt' Babe!" He read out everything you typed for him as you clicked the submit button

You winked. "Just telling the truth. Besides, if you're going to be stuck here, you might as well be a five-star hero."

"Unbelievable," he muttered, but the corner of his mouth twitched up in a smile.

@gloomskulls 2024, DON'T COPY, TRANSLATE OR USE OF MY WORKS IN ANY OTHER WEBSITE. Photos don't belong to me

[eddiesxangel]

Fool Me Once | Eddie Munson x Reader

Anonymous Asked: Eddie being your first everything and first boyfriend and reader is like kinda awkward or something. Then Eddie gets really drunk and gets home to reader and starts yelling at her saying like “You’re only dating me because you don’t want to be a sad loser virgin.” and she gets really sad because she genuinely loves him so much and she starts thinking that he doesn’t love her at all… Then maybe the day after he can’t find reader anywhere and maybe she’s like with robin just crying her eyes out.

AN: IDK IDK it’s my first angsty thing I’ve done hope it’s ok 🫣

Cw: angst, hurt no comfort. Small bitty smut. Use of pet names, one use of reference to reader as “my girl”

“I love you, god, I love you” Eddie slowly pumped his swollen cock in and out of you.

You’ve never felt this wave of pleasure before; no wonder everyone was so hyped about sex.

“Fuck you’re so tight.”

“Baby, please.” You didn’t know what you were asking for, but the feeling in your lower stomach was starting to build more and more and more until! Euphoria. Euphoria fuelled your body. The wave of pleasure that Eddie just granted you felt indebted to him.

“I love you,” you sigh as your body melts into your boyfriend.

You’ve been with him for almost six months and finally felt ready to give himself to him. You hadn’t slept with anyone until now, and you were so happy you waited. You never felt so close, so in love, so unbelievably happy in this moment. Life was amazing; nothing could ever break this feeling you have.

Ring ring ring

You were abruptly awakened by the sound of your phone ringing. You were fast asleep, and now feeling disoriented, you looked at the clock. It was already 3:38am. You wondered who could be calling you at this late hour. Maybe it was an emergency? Your heart racing, you rushed over to the phone in a state of panic.

"Hello?"

"You little slut"

"Eddie?"

"Who else would it be? Are you expecting a booty call? another guy you want to fuck?"

"I don't understand? What's wrong."

“What's wrong? I'll tell ya what's wrong! You’re only with me, so you’re not some loser virgin, that’s what! Do you think all the guys will want you to know that your cherry is popped? Well, guess what, honey? Now you're just a sad little whore.” He slurred.

“Wha-“

“You think you’re hot shit now? Getting with the freak of Hawkins? Gonna brag about how you fucked the freak?”

“Eddie, what are you talking about?” your voice wobbled.

He was obviously drunk out of his mind, but as they all say, drunk words are a sober man’s thoughts.

“I know how this is going to go… well, not if I beat you to it.”

“I don't understand?”

“I don't understand?” He mocked you in a high-pitched voice. “I’ll tell you what I’m talking about!” He yelled, and you cowered. He didn’t care. His voice got louder and louder. “You were a sad loooooser virgin before me! And now you’re just a sad loser who fucked the freak,” he laughed. He actually laughed.

"Eddie-"

“So we are don-”

You hung up the phone before he could finish his sentence.

You couldn't believe this was happening? You gave Eddie everything. You thought he was your everything up until this point. You slept with Eddie for the first time a week ago. Things were good, great, even. Until he went to the hideout tonight without you.

You stayed up the rest of the night because you were in tears about what Eddie said. None of this makes any sense? You always loved Eddie, and you thought he loved you back? How could he be so cruel?

You were woken up from your daze by a knock on your apartment door. You stumbled out of your room, still in your sleep shirt, with puffy eyes from crying all night. Robin was here to pick you up for work.

"Good Mor-" Her smile dropped along with the cup of coffee she was handing you as she saw your appearance. "Oh my god! What happened?" she rushed inside to wrap her arms around you.

"Eddie. He-" You could hardly get the words out. You just crumpled into a ball on the floor and sobbed pathetically in front of Robin.

"I'm going to kill that son of a bitch" She let you cry into her on the floor. "Come on, you need to get out of here. Get changed. We are calling in sick, and we can return to my place."

Eddie woke up the morning after with a terrible hangover. It was already 12:35pm, and he couldn't remember how he got home. He suddenly felt an intense wave of nausea, which prompted him to hurry to the bathroom, where he vomited uncontrollably.

After the fifth shot, things in his memory become a little hazy. He was pretty hammered by then, but he still kept drinking with the boys. He vaguely remembered Jason being at the bar and making some leud comment about you, but other than that. Nothing.

He stumbled over to his answering machine to find it empty. That's weird? You always call him before your shift, and at least try to catch him on your lunch break. Today was Wednesday, right? You always work the morning shifts today.

Eddie tried calling your number, but he had no luck, so he tried calling your work, and when they said you called in sick, he got worried. So he tried your number again, and it still went to voice mail. Maybe you were sleeping? He tried calling back to see if Robin might know more. But when your annoyed coworker picked up the phone to tell him Robin also called in sick, he knew something was up.

Eddie rushed to his phone book to find Robin's number and called it. he waited for four rings until...

"Hello?"

"Hey! Rob it's Eddie, have you-"

"We are not speaking to you."

"We? Who's we?"

But it was too late. All he heard was the sound of the dial tone.

He tried again, no answer this time. He tried once more before getting pissed and decided to just go over to her place because what the fuck?

When Eddie got to Robin's, he pounded on the door like the pounding going on in his head.

"Robin! Open the door, please."

The door finally swung open to a very angry-looking Robin standing before him.

"Who the fuck do you think you are, Munson?!" She stepped outside and closed the door behind her so he couldn't come in.

"Robin, I'm extremely hungover and do not have the patience for your riddles. Do you know where my girl is or not? I'm worried sick."

"Oh, you can relax now since she is not your girl anymore, buddy." she poked his chest roughly. "you made that abundantly clear last night.

"Last night? I don't remember a thing from last night!"

"Well, think harder because she has been in there sobbing her eyes out from your little phone call."

"Phone call? What pho-" Then it all came rushing back to Eddie. It hit him like a Mack Truck.

"Yo Munson, where is that little whore of yours? Is she usually dangling off your arm like your little pet?" Jason snorted. "I bet she's off sucking another guy's cock; realized what a loser you are."

Jason didn't say much more to antagonize Eddie and get in his head, especially with the amount of alcohol he had consumed.

How could he be so stupid?

"Robin, oh my god, I fucked up. I fucked up big. Let me apologize."

"No. not now." She's a mess, as you can imagine-"

Robin was interrupted by the creek of the front door opening.

There you stood, looking as small as ever. Your eyes are still puffy, and your hair is a mess in your pyjamas at 1:30 in the afternoon.

"Baby, I-"

"Don't!" you cut him off, and Robin leaves to give you two spaces. "Don't you dare come here and think you can just take back what you said to me!" You had done a lot of crying; your anger was showing through.

"You don't understand, Jason was-"

"Jason?! What the fuck does Jason have to do with this? You hurt me, Eddie! I gave you everything! And then you throw it back in my face, accusing me of sleeping around? Are you insane? I've been in love with you for the last year and give myself to you, and you just throw that all away because of Jason Fucking Carver?"

"Baby, please, I'm so sorry; I'll do anything!"

"You've done enough." You turn and slam the door. That's it. You were done. Your heart felt so heavy… like it was just smashed into a million pieces. You were so close to caving when you saw the look of sorrow in those puppy dog eyes. But he had hurt you so bad you couldn’t believe he felt an ounce of pain he had inflicted upon you.

You and Eddie were officially done.

You have been radio silent. You were held up in your room, and you refused to do anything other than go to work.

Eddie called you excessively. It was every day, multiple times a day. His messages made your heartache as you played them back. You could hear in his voice how broken he was. He had fucked up so bad you didn’t know if you should give him another chance. For two weeks, you refused to answer your phone. You were so sick of it ringing you eventually took it off the line.

Eddie did everything he could think of to try and win you back. He sent you flowers to your work every single shift. He called, wrote love letters, and just needed you to speak to him. He was a desperate mess without you. Eddie’s heart, like not, was ripped into shreds, and it was all his fault.

You’ve been in his life since high school since he met you in hellfire freshman year. Then, once you finally confessed your feelings for one another, he couldn’t believe his luck. You said you wanted to be with him, that you wanted him to be the only one you give yourself to. He never thought that he would be so lucky... And here he was, shooting himself in the foot. He even tried to go to your apartment a few times. But you would never answer the door. He would leave a note each time he showed up unannounced. It would say how sorry he was and how much he loved you, but you just couldn’t bring yourself to believe him.

The slurred words repeatedly played in your head, and you couldn’t make it stop. No matter how much he apologized, nothing he could say could make you forget. Your chest felt like it had a fifty-pound weight sitting right on your heart. Your eyes were permanently swollen from the continuous crying you couldn’t seem to stop. He had stolen your heart and then stomped on it until it seized to beat.

The first month after the breakup was rough, but avoiding Eddie seemed to be easy enough. He eventually got the message by month two and stopped trying altogether.

As time went on, you slowly started to heal. Eventually, your constant thoughts about Eddie subsided. Eventually, they stopped. You never thought you would get over the hurt, but the distance helped. You were getting on your merry way by month three. Finally, feeling like yourself again, eating regularly, sleeping regularly. You hadn’t heard or seen him, and you were finally freed from the prison sentence that was Eddie Munson.

Time spent with your friends and family was exactly what you needed. Even though Robin saw Eddie regularly, she never forgave him for what he did to you. Their friendship was strained, which strained his friendship with Steve as well as Nancy. They wanted to take his side, but once they heard what he had said to you, they couldn’t simply look the other way. So you would hang out with them when Eddie wasn’t there and vice versa. They made sure you never had to encounter one another for the time being. However, it was getting more and more difficult to have two separate schedules to appease you both.

You were to go to Steve’s for dinner with everyone, pizza and movie night. When you arrived, everyone was tense. Lines got crossed, miscommunication ensued, and as you walked through to the kitchen, he was sitting at the kitchen table with a glass of water in his hand, almost slipping from his grip as his Bambi eyes widened at the sight of you.

“Oh shit!” You hear Steve curse when he realizes the mistake that has been made.

“I’m going to go.” You turn and sprint to the door.

“Not wait!l You can hear Eddie shuffle off the chair behind you, but you refuse to look back.

“Please! Wait!”

Threatening tears sting your eyes, and you rush out the front door.

“Sweetheart, wait.” You feel his hand hook your elbow as your body is jerked in the opposite direction in which you’re running.

“What!” You yell, but then you see his eyes. You really look at him for the first time in three months. He had bags under his eyes, and the dark circles extenuated the deep chocolate of his eyes.

“I-I uh,” he lets out a deep breath, “I wanted to say I’m sorry I’m so sorry. I was so god damn stupid, so so stupid, the dumbest guy on the planet. I can’t believe I fucked this up so badly; I love you. I love you so much. I can’t do this anymore without you, baby. Please.” He was on his knees, begging, literally on his knees, grovelling.

“Eddie, get up.”

“No, I don’t deserve it.” He was so pathetic, but he didn’t care. “I love you, please, just please. I need you in my life.”

“I don’t know Eddie…”

“So that’s not a no?!” He popped up like an excited little bunny, the silver oh hope he needed to get by.

“Eddie…” you sigh.

“No, no, you said maybe! You don’t know. You haven’t decided. Please, baby, I love you.”

“This is too hard.” Your lip wobbles as you try walking away again, but he interlocks your hand with his.

“Please, can I at least just hold you?”

“I don’t think that’s a good idea.” You let your hand slip from his grip, and he unwillingly let go.

Eddie felt you slipping through his fingers, literally. The hope he had moments ago was gone.

“I’m sorry”

“So am I…” without another look back, you walked away.

[izzyy-stuff]

THE NEXT STEP - HUENING KAI

bf!huening x fem!reader

in which even though you've been dating your boyfriend for months now, neither one of you could find enough courage to take it to the next level, until one night, when he shows up at your door with food to take your mind away from studying once again.

wc 3.1k

warnings yunjin of le ssera is mentioned once, established relationship, protected sex, nipple play, vaginal fingering, oral (f. receiving), squirting, pet names

izzy speaks... I genuinely don't like this much as my other smuts but whatever, I guess. I still hope you'll enjoy reading

“You guys are annoying,” Kai proclaimed, rolling his eyes as he picked up his phone, wallet, and keys to leave the dorms. “I am visiting my girl. And staying overnight, probably. I am too tired of you guys.” 

Kai sighed when the only response he got was more of Beomgyu's and Soobin's yelling while they played Mario cards on the TV. “This is exactly why I don't want to be here."

"We get it, don't worry," Taehyun looked up from his phone.

“Wait, what do you mean you are staying overnight with her?” Yeonjun questioned immediately, looking up from his phone and leaving his girlfriend on read for a second. 

Kai rolled his eyes again. “That I am sleeping at hers? What? Do you have a problem with that?” 

“Of course I do,” Yeonjun nodded. “I don’t think you’re responsible enough for that yet.” 

“Yeonjun,” Taehyun spoke up, raising an eyebrow at him. “Don’t you think you’re overreacting?” 

“To be honest, I think he is more responsible than you, and we still let you sleep with your girlfriend,” Beomgyu commented, his fingers quickly moving over the console so he wouldn't lose. 

Yeonjun was already opening his mouth to argue, but Beomgyu stopped him before he could say anything. “Don’t try to lie, we all know you’re fucking her. I have heard you,” he frowned, only leaving Yeonjun embarrassed. “He is at least doing it with none of us around. You don’t care.” 

“Okay, I did not need to hear that,” Soobin sighed, understanding why Kai would want to leave the dorm. The boys were sometimes too much to handle. 

“I am not going there to sleep with her,” Kai rolled his eyes. “If you guys are this horny, call your partners and stop caring about my love life.” 

“Don’t say that. It will be even noisier if they all come,” Taehyun whined. 

“Well, good thing I am leaving,” Kai chuckled. “I’ll see you guys at practice tomorrow. Don’t text or call until then,” he waved them goodbye before quickly rushing out of the dorms, wanting to leave as soon as possible. 

You, on the other hand, were currently in your room, working on your school stuff, having no idea your boyfriend was coming. You sighed as you finished your presentation, leaning back in your chair to rest for a minute. You looked around the room, trying to remember everything you still had to do today. 

You noticed your phone buzzing and reached for it, opening the texts between you and your boyfriend. 

kaikai 💛  babyyy kaikai 💛  are you hungry?? kaikai 💛 (≧▽≦q)  [you] You’re being cute again  >  <   [you] I am a little hungry... [you] I can’t go out, though. [you] I am working on my school stuff now :( kaikai 💛 I'll bring you some food then kaikai 💛 You’ve been working a lot  [you] I love you <3 kaikai 💛 I know you do kaikai 💛 who wouldn't kaikai 💛 I love you too though ❤

You smiled at your phone, forgetting you had stuff to do when you talked to him. That was just what he did with you. Kai always made you think about different things. Sometimes, he just made you forget about things, keeping your mind in the moment with him and nowhere else. Sometimes, he just made you think about how adorable he was.

And sometimes, at times you would never admit to him, Kai made you ponder about the nastiest things possible. 

As cute as he was, he knew exactly how to tease you. He always said the right things that turned you on, but he had no idea what he was doing because you refused to tell him.

It wasn’t like you didn't want more with him, but you were scared. Even though you knew your worries were unnecessary, your mind simply couldn’t stop thinking about what would happen if you came to him, admitting that you needed him. What if he wouldn’t want it? What if, for any reason, he would think you were weird? You weren't risking your relationship with him because of that unless he showed any signs of wanting to do more, too. 

You shook your head, getting the thoughts out of your head as you reached for your textbook, taking a deep breath before reading through the whole page. 

You turned to another page, slowly getting tired, when your doorbell rang. You smiled, knowing it must have been your boyfriend. You told all your friends not to bother you today because you were busy, so unless your landlord had some problems again, it must have been him. 

You quickly stood up and rushed to the front door, glad you finally had a reason to stop studying. You opened the door with the biggest smile as you noticed the older boy in front of you, a bag with food in one of his hands and a bottle of your favorite soda in his other hand. 

“Hey, love,” Kai smiled, walking inside your apartment. You adored it when he called you love, and he knew that. No wonder he has been using it so much lately. 

“Hi,” you greeted him, watching him walk to your kitchen and place the food and drink on your kitchen island. “What did you bring?” You wondered, walking to him. 

“Chicken,” he responded. “Yunjin mentioned before that you weren't eating much, so I am making sure you’ll eat everything today,” he proclaimed, already taking the chicken out of the bag. 

You came closer to him, hugging him from behind, which made him leave the food and turn around, hugging you back. “Cutie,” he chuckled, caressing your back. “Says you,” You mumbled. “You’re just amazing, Kai,” you breathed out. “Thank you.” 

“Always,” he whispered, kissing the top of your head. 

The two of you ate everything Kai brought and ended up in your bedroom, your boyfriend lying on your bed, watching you as you were studying your textbooks again. 

“You are pretty like this,” he commented, lying on his side. You looked amazing no matter what in his eyes, but there was something about this moment. There was something about how you focused on the book and about your hair falling in front of your eyes, making you flustered every time you tried to tug it behind your ear.

“What?” You looked up from your book at him. He smiled, just simply watching you, which made you chuckle. “What? Is there something on my face?” 

“Yeah, a cute smile,” he responded, making you blush. “It suits you, your hair like this,” he commented. “And studying too, you look pretty while focusing.” 

Your cheeks were looking like a tomato by now. You were supposed to be studying, but Kai was taking your mind away from that once again. “Well, you look adorable lying on my bed,” you confessed. “Like I want to kiss you, cute.” 

“Then come and kiss me,” he grinned mischievously. You bit on your bottom lip, slowly standing up from your chair and walking over to him. 

You kneeled on the bed, commanding him to sit up, which he happily did. You shook your head with a chuckle, cupping his cheek as you pulled him closer so you could kiss him. 

He smiled into the kiss, putting the messy strands of your hair behind your ear, pulling you even closer to himself. Instinctively, you moved even closer to him, sitting on his lap. Huening carefully slid his hands under your oversized shirt, his fingers touching the skin on your waist. 

“I love you,” he whispered, placing his forehead against yours, his breath landing on your lips. You smiled, a genuine smile full of love. “I could kiss you all day long.” 

“Let’s see if that’s true,” you giggled, slightly pushing his chest down so he would fall on his back. He laughed, watching you as you leaned down to him, pushing your lips against his. He whimpered when he felt you shift on his lower body, making your eyes widen. 

“Sorry, sorry,” he blurted out immediately, embarrassed. He didn’t want you to know, but your moves turned him on. So much that he wasn’t sure how long it would take him to get a boner with you on top of him. “I didn’t- I didn’t mean to.” 

Fuck. This wasn’t good at all, you thought. Hearing your boyfriend make these sounds under you made you feel things. And imagine stuff. You bit your bottom lip, trying to get the thought of his cock inside you out of your mind. But it was too late already, and the image of him under you, as you bounced on his dick, was all over your mind, making you wet. 

The taller boy noticed the look in your eyes. You looked even more turned on than he was. It was hard holding back when you were right on top of him, looking like you wanted him as much as he wanted you. He had told his friends he wasn’t going to fuck you tonight, but his whole body hoped for something else. 

“Kai...” You whispered carefully, looking right into his eyes. “Do you...want to?” You hesitated for a second. Unable to breathe as you waited for his answer. You were too nervous. 

“Do you want to?” He asked, his puppy eyes looking right into yours. Oh god, you thought, wanting to kiss him again. 

You were hesitant again but nodded, slightly moving your lower body, making his eyes widen. His cock was getting hard already only because of your small moves. It was impossible to resist you. Especially when you were looking at him like that. 

“You’re making it hard for me, love,” he mumbled, quickly pulling you back to himself to kiss you. “And my dick, too. You’re making me hard,” he informed you. That information, however, wasn’t new to you. You could feel his cock getting bigger under you, and it was only making you hornier. 

Your hands wandered under his shirt, your fingers slowly getting to know every inch of his stomach and chest. “Love,” you moaned quietly. “I need you,” you whispered, making his mind go completely blank. There was nothing else other than you on his mind right now. If you were to ask him anything, he wouldn’t be able to answer. 

“Oh god,” he breathed out, his fingers getting to the bottom of your shirt. “Do you mind?” You shook your head immediately, and before you could even realize that it was happening, he was taking your shirt down, revealing your white bra. He bit his bottom lip, already thinking about taking your bra off, too. 

You felt your cheeks getting hotter as you felt his gaze on your body, only getting more turned on. You were going to die if he didn’t touch you soon. You moved forward and back again with your ass, rubbing your pussy on his dick through your clothes. “Fuck,” he whimpered, sitting up properly so he could be closer to you. Your bodies were touching, the only thing keeping you apart being the clothes you were still wearing. 

“You should take this down, too,” you commented, your eyes staring at his completely hidden body. “Why don’t you take it down yourself, princess?” He smiled, watching your already flushed cheeks turn even redder. 

You didn’t say anything to it and instead just took the shirt down for him. Your sight fell on his naked body immediately, and suddenly, you couldn’t even blame him for staring seconds ago. “Are you sure you want to do it?” You questioned, hesitating again. It still felt unreal.  

“Do you have to ask?” He chuckled, carefully cupping your face, kissing you as his hands wandered on your back until they reached the bra fastening. He slowly moved his mouth from your lips to your neck, making you whine immediately. “Kai,” you moaned from the pressure on your neck. He smirked, leaving a few hickeys. “I am going to take care of you soon. Don’t worry,” he assured you. 

This wasn’t good at all. Kai hasn’t even touched you down there, and you already felt like cumming just because of his words. 

Your panties were soaking wet already, and his mouth on your boob wasn’t helping it at all. He moved his attention to your right nipple right after taking down your bra while his hand made sure your other boob wasn’t left out. The sounds you were trying to hold back as he sucked on your nipple were heaven for him, making his pants tighter. 

“Baby,” you whined again, making him look up for a second. “Please, I am going to die.” He chuckled, pulling away from your chest, making you lay down on the bed as he quickly took down his pants and boxers - the two pieces were already so tight on him it was killing him, too. 

He took down your jeans, too, leaving you only in your panties, which were visibly wet. Kai smirked when he saw you, his eyes fixated on your cunt. Even though his hard cock was begging for some attention, the thought of his head between your thighs seemed better to him.

You glanced at him, making sure your mind remembered every inch of his naked body. The way his hard cock slapped on his lower tummy when he took down his boxers, his naked torso, the way his fingers ran throught his hair as he looked at you with hunger in his eyes, you were sure to remember it all.

He grabbed your thighs, pulling you closer to himself before he took down your panties, too. “If you are not okay with anything, just tell me immediately, yeah?” You nodded to him, “Just please, do something already.” 

Good thing he took down his pants because his dick was already trembling, wanting to slide inside your wet pussy. He watched you as he carefully slid the first finger inside you, making you moan out immediately. He added another finger, still not taking his eyes off you as he slowly trusted in and out of you, leaning closer to you to kiss you again. You wrapped your hands behind his neck, pulling him closer as you let out quiet moans against his lips.

The feeling of your pussy tightly squeezing his fingers was incredible, already making him think about how his dick would feel inside of you. He pulled out his fingers, making you whimper for more. He licked his lips, kissing you once more before he moved his head down to your legs, kissing your inner thighs before he opened your legs properly. His kisses moved closer and closer to your cunt before he finally reached his destination, placing a kiss on your clit before he began to suck on it.

Your legs moved on your own, trying to close themselves more as you were getting closer to your orgasm. You didn’t want him to stop, so when he grabbed your thighs, holding you close to himself and making sure your legs were open enough, you were grateful to him. There was no way you wouldn’t try to pull away if he didn’t do so. 

You cried out his name as you reached your high, squirting over his face, starting to feel embarrassed for it. He finally let go of your legs, seeing how much they were shaking. He smirked, happy with himself, as he licked your wetness once more before crawling on top of you, hovering over you. Your face was getting redder again as you broke your eye contact. However, he wasn’t letting you run away so easily. He kissed your jaw. “Are you okay?” 

“Yeah,” you nodded, turning your head to face him again. “I just- that was so good, Kai,” you breathed out, making him smile again. “Do you think you can take my cock now too? It’s fine if not,” he assured you immediately. “I can just take care of it myself.” 

“No, no,” you shook your head. “I am...I am fine,” you answered confidently. “I want you inside of me.” 

Huening was screaming inside his head, already getting obsessed with that sentence. He already knew he needed to hear you beg for him like that again in the future.

“I have condoms in the drawer next to my bed,” you proclaimed, making his eyes widen. He had no idea you were this prepared. When he thought about it, though, you were dating for a long time already. He just didn’t know you wanted him as much as he wanted you. 

Only a few seconds later, he was putting the condom on his cock, watching you lying down in front of him, your legs wide open again, waiting for him. The sight was unforgettable, and he had made sure his mind would remember it clearly. He moved closer to you, waiting for your nod before he slowly slid his tip into your cunt. 

He didn’t thrust right away. Instead, he waited for you to get used to him first. When you nodded again, he started thrusting into you, at first slowly, making sure you were okay with it before he started going faster, in a pace that suited his need. 

You started moaning again, putting a hand in front of your mouth so you wouldn't be so loud. That, however, wasn't to Kai's liking. He pulled out of you completely, making you whine. "I want to hear you, love," he proclaimed. "Or I am just going to leave you like this." 

You moaned again. This time, in disagreement. You let your hand fall back to your body, grabbing onto your bed sheets as you felt his cock at your entrance. He smirked, "Good girl." 

Moans filled the room again. Some of them were from you, your legs shaking thanks to him, and some were from your boyfriend, who was trying his best to last as long as possible. With your pussy tightly wrapped around his cock it was way more difficult than he thought it would. 

Eventually, he gave up, letting himself cum when you clenched around him even more. "Fuck," he breathed out, pulling out of you. He was breathing heavily, and so were you.

He laid down next to you, his hand resting on his belly as he turned his head to face you. "You did great, love. So great."

"You did well, baby," you chuckled. "I love you so much," you added, kissing him once more. 

"I love you too," he smiled into the kiss, his hand cupping your cheek as he pulled you closer. 

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Part 6! If you haven’t seen already i’m working on naming this fic so if you want to vote for your favorite option it should be just a few posts down on my blog :)

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5

(cw for vague reference to child abuse. It’s literally like one throwaway sentence but just in case!)

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“I keep having nightmares,” she started quietly, “I’m too late to stop Billy from hurting Steve, or the syringe is empty and it doesn’t work, and he kills Steve and then he kills Lucas, then Dustin, then Mike, and I’m yelling at him to stop, but he doesn’t. Because screaming didn’t stop him in real life.”

Eddie was reeling slightly from that alone, he didn’t have time to think of anything reassuring to say before she was talking again.

“Or, it’s the mall. And Billy doesn’t- he lets Jane die. And he laughs at me like I’m stupid for believing he could be better.” She looked back to Eddie then, “And that’s the worst part. Because that’s not what happened. He did do the right thing for once and it got him killed.

“And it all makes me hate him even more, because even after he’s dead, he won’t stop fucking with me!” And there. Finally something Eddie could work with.

Her hands were clenched hard, knuckles turning white. She finally seemed done with her train of thought, breathing slightly heavy, and glaring a hole through the windshield. Eddie nodded, but kept his eyes on the road ahead of him.

“That sucks, Red, I’m sorry.” He rapped his knuckles against the steering wheel lightly, “My dad was in and out of jail most of my life. On the occasion that he was out he was a mean drunk, to me and my mom, the supposed love of his life.”

He rolled his eyes at that. “If he had really cared about her, he would have tried harder to clean up his act when she got sick. But he didn’t, and we couldn’t afford her treatments, and she died. And I hated him so much.

“And then about a year later, he dropped me off with Wayne, said he had some business to take care of in Indy, but he’d see me soon.”

Eddie scoffed sarcastically, shaking his head. “Not too long after that, Wayne gets a lovely visit from the sheriff’s department with news that his brother’s dead, killed in some sort of deal gone wrong. They said from witness statements it sounded like he was trying to to get money back from someone who owed him or something, and to top it all off, his nephew, one Eddison Munson, seemed to be missing-“

“Your name is Eddison?” Max interrupted, a mocking smirk peeking through the panic from before.

“Yes,” Eddie said, rolling his eyes, “what’s yours? Maximillian?”

“Sure.” She said, crossing her arms and settling into her seat. “I would have guessed Edward. Or maybe Edwin.”

Eddie shrugged. “Eddison was like, my mom’s grandpa’s name or something. I never met the guy, but I guess he sort of raised my mom.”

Eddie waved a hand around wildly, needing to steer the subject away from that topic quickly. “Anyway! If I may continue,” he paused to give Max an opportunity to tell him to shut up. When she didn’t, he went on, “after the situation was sorted out, and it was declared I needed a new legal guardian because I was fresh out of parents, I started living with Wayne full time.”

The school was rapidly approaching, so Eddie tried to summarize his points as quickly as possible. “Point is, I was so confused and angry for years. I wondered if he knew how dangerous what he was doing would be, and he kept me away from it to keep me safe for once in his stupid life. I wondered what life might have been like if he had gotten whatever money he went there to get and used it to make things better for us. I had a million questions and a million theories. But none of those ideas fit with the asshole I knew he was, and then I was mad at myself for even thinking that highly of him. For thinking he could change. And worst of all, I would never know the truth.”

He parked the van and shut the engine off. “It took me a long time, and a lot of serious conversations with my uncle that he had to practically drag me kicking and screaming into having, to know what to do with that anger. To work on accepting life’s unknowns.”

Max looked at him, chewing on her cheek. He hoped he wasn’t imagining it, but something in her gaze looked a little softer.

As he opened his own door, he said, “You don’t have to talk about it now, and you don’t have to talk about it to me, but you should talk someone. Eventually.”

He got out, closed the door behind him. When he noticed she was still in her seat he walked around the van and opened her door. “Ideally, you do it before it makes you do something really stupid just to feel something else besides the anger and the grief.”

He stepped aside to give her space to exit the vehicle and she slid out of the seat. He made a show of taking his time to lock up the van to give her a head-start into the school. He watched as she made her way to the doors, and was surprised when, for the first time since they had been driving together, she veered off her path to meet someone. When he realized who it was, Eddie chuckled to himself. He made his own way to the school and gave a two fingered salute to Sinclair and Henderson, who were joined by Max (and smiling so wide their cheeks had to be burning).

He made his way into the school and to his first period class, pleased to be able to check this side quest off.

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Oh Sister of Mine - Chapter 3

A Match

A trip to Arkham raises some questions. Questions you still refuse to answer. And questions revolving a father of two kids he’s broken.

Warnings: None really, this chapter is rather tame

Word Count: 2.2k

Bruce hated going to Arkham. Whether it was because he was staring at faces that stared back in anger and disdain that could rival the angriest of monsters or not, he's not sure.

But he has to be here. He puts his priorities into finding out who you are.

“You have any ideas?” Dick asked, his arms crossed as he leaned against the wall, staring at Bruce.

“None.” Bruce answered.

A knock sounded on the door.

“You guys ready for ‘im?” A guard asked when having peeked into the room.

“Yes, we are.” Bruce answered.

“Alright, c'mon,” the guard spoke, roughly pulling Kerrim into the room. His originally slicked back brown hair now messy.

“Hey, hey, easy!” Kerrim announced when he was pushed toward the chair.

“Hurry up!” The guard yelled at him before leaving to let Bruce, dressed as Batman, and Dick, dressed as Nightwing, ask their questions.

“Well, well, the big Batsy's got some questions for me, huh?” Kerrim grinned, looking up at the vigilante who kept a straight face.

“The kid, where did they come from.” Bruce, or Batman asked.

“Did you kidnap them?” Nightwing spoke up. “Pick em’ up off the streets?”

“I don't see how it's your problem,” Kerrim smirked, leaning back in his chair. “Just some worthless kid.” He shrugged.

“Hey, watch it.” Nightwing said, gaze narrowing on him. “They're a kid. They deserve better.”

“They have better!” Kerrim announced, an arrogant smirk still on his face as he spoke. “You know how useful the skill to kill is?”

“Who are they?” Nightwing asked, walking up to the table and looking down at the cocky man.

“Hell if I know,” Kerrim cockily shrugged again with a soft breathy laugh.

“What do you mean?” Nightwing asked, his brows furrowing.

“I mean, I got no clue about that freak.” Kerrim spoke in a condescendingly slow way, making sure Nightwing understood.

Batman was done. He stepped forward, grabbing hold of the collar of the arkham inmate prisoner uniform. His grip terrifying Kerrim. Batman hoisted the man out of his chair.

Kerrim's eyes widened, and his heart rate picked up. “Hey, hey, what the hell!” Kerrim yelled.

“Tell us everything.” Batman told him firmly.

“O-Okay, Okay!” Kerrim yelled. “I'll tell you, fuck, just let me go!!”

Batman listened, dropping Kerrim roughly back into his seat. His breaths were labored as he stared at the vigilantes with wide eyes.

“Get talking.” Nightwing told him, almost warning with an almost amused smirk on his face.

“A-Alright. Okay!” Kerrim rushed out. “I don't know the damn kid, okay!? They're not my deal! I like… Borrowed the freak from some guy!”

“You're withholding information.” Batman saw through him.

“I'm, I'm not!” Kerrim had hesitated in fear. “Okay, fine!” He screamed. He couldn’t take the threatening gazes from both of the men interrogating him. “The guy was named like.. Something Cain! I don’t know the ass! I never saw his face!” Batman and Nightwing exchanged glances. “He said that weirdo kid was the best he had, that they wouldn’t mess up or whatever. Guess he was wrong..” Kerrim slouched, looking away from the two as he grumbled.

“What? You mean David Cain?” Tim’s voice came through the other end of the phone Dick held, “You gotta be kidding.”

“I’m not,” Dick spoke back into his phone. “He didn’t say the first name, probably deemed it not important. But how many people other than Cass and his asshole of a father do you know witht the last name Cain?”

It was silent for a moment. “I can look through the database when I get back.”

“Don’t bother.” Dick told him. “I have a feeling Bruce has a plan.” Dick looked Bruce who was staring at the Batcomputer. More specifically, he was staring at the screen no one had closed since last night. A picture of you and a picture of Cassandra side by side. The words ‘Closest Match’ still on the screen.

“Alfred is watching the kid right now,” Tim told him, “Damian said if he’s not busy he might watch them next, and I offered to if he can’t.”

“Where’s Cassandra?” Dick asked.

“She’s hanging out with Barbara and Steph,” Tim told him through the phone. “They thought she could do with some distraction from last night and everything, she’s been really spacey since the kid passed out again.”

“Alright, thanks,” Dick said before exchanging goodbyes with Tim and ending the call. He put his phone down, soon looking at Bruce. “So?” He asked, “What do you have cooking in that dark head of yours?”

Bruce glanced over his shoulder at his oldest adopted son, the cave becoming quiet before he finally spoke, “We need to run another dna test.”

You woke up differently than you had before. The pain before was mostly gone. Your arm was sore, however. It happened a lot.

The use of your electricity strains your muscles and causes them to be sore. The more you use the electricity the more your body will hurt awhile after.

“Mhh..” You groaned softly, peeling your eyes open. You blinked for a moment, adjusting your gaze before looking up. You tried to sit up, but it hurt.

“No, don’t sit up.” A familiar voice spoke from beside you. Your gaze whipped over, to see the boy you had been attacking before passing out again. He was sat comfortably in a cushioned chair that had obviously been moved closer to the bed you lay in to sit closer. He held a book in his hands, one he was now putting a bookmark in. Your body tensed, which he noticed. He also noticed how your guard raised. “Calm down, I won’t do anything.” His voice didn’t lack in the stubborn attitude it was so used to. His voice almost carried a lilt of concern.

You didn’t know why, but his words were somewhat comforting. You hated how the result of his speech was your shoulders somewhat relaxing. Sure, they were still somewhat tense, but they were a bit more relaxed now.

“How is your head?” He asked as he placed the book he had been reading on the bedside table. You watched his hand carefully. Your gaze however, flickered to the glass of water, bottle of pills, and a tray of those little sandwiches Alfred had made for you earlier. Your gaze turned back to Damian. “Your head?” He asked again, pointing at his own head, “How is your head?” His voice was surprisingly not condescending, though he did speak a bit slower this time, making sure you would catch his words.

“Fine..” Damian’s eyes widened just a bit. Your voice. It was hoarse but it was softer than the other times he’d heard your short and brief responses. It hit him now, you were just a little kid. Sure, you two were quite obviously close in age. He’d gotten better; he was in a better place now. But you? You were still in that hellish hole, he could tell.

“Here..” His voice was softer as he grabbed the glass of water, slowly moving it towards you, trying not to startle or trigger your aggression. You flinched quite quickly, curling your body into a bit of a tight ball. But when nothing happened, your gaze would shift between Damian and his hand that held the glass. “It’s just water.”

It took a moment. One of a tense silence. But after a little while, you hesitantly and cautiously raised your sore arms. Your hands were shaky as you went to slowly the glass from he. He waited until you had a firm grip on the glass before he let it go.

You slowly brought the cup to your lips, making sure to at least keep Damian in your peripheral. You hesitantly sipped from it. It was soothing on your sore and haorse throat. Soon, you were practically chugging it. Damian watched. You two sat in silence for a little while after you had finished the water.

“These are for you,” He said, moving the tray of little sandwiches onto the bed, “Alfred made them.”

You looked to the sandwiches, then to him, and your gaze flickered between the two a few times before you put the glass down and moved your hand towards the sandwiches. You didn’t know why you felt more comfortable around Damian, but there was something about it that made you feel like you didn’t need to have your guard up. Of course, you still did, but there wasn’t as much reinforcement on the guard like there usually is.

Damian took the glass off of the bed as you chomped down on the little sandwich. He placed the glass on the bedside table once more.

“Hey,” You looked at him. Your gaze wasn’t particularly kind. “You’re safe now.” He told you. You stayed quiet. He couldn’t read your gaze. But, he had a pretty good idea of what you might have going on in your head. He had a pretty good idea that you had no idea what that meant.

You tensed when a knock sounded on the door of the room. Damian looked to the door, giving you a glance. He looked at you, giving you a reassuring gaze that you would be alright. Even if you didn’t pick up on it or understand what it even was.

Damian stood from the cushioned chair he was sitting in, he moved towards the door; you watched him carefully.

“What?” He asked once he had opened the door. No remnant of any reassuring or soft look on his face like he’d been giving to you.

“Hey,” Dick greeted quietly, peeking in to see your tense figure on the bed. He caught your threatening gaze. A soft sigh came from him, and a soft look of empathy took over his face. “Bruce want’s to run another dna test, do you have anything we can use?” He looked back to Damian.

Damian turned to look in your direction, looking for anything that might be of use. His gaze zeroed in on the glass that now had your fingerprints and saliva on it. He didn’t say anything as he started coming towards you. Your body tensed more. You looked behind him. Dick was beginning to step into the room.

“No!” You yelled, catching both Damian and Dick off guard.

Damian followed your gaze, looking behind himself to see Dick with one foot through the door. “Stay where you are,” He told him.

“Okay,” Dick told the two of them in a somewhat panicked voice, moving his foot back and standing just outside of the door frame.

Damian turned back towards you, “It’s okay,” He told you, his voice lightening. “He won’t come in, it’s fine, okay?” Your threatening gaze was shifting between the two of them. Soon, you realized Dick wouldn’t come in. He would stay right where he is outside of the room.

“O-..” You paused in a struggle, “Okay..” Your voice was slightly shaky as you looked back at Damian. Your gaze was familiar. It was vulnerable and pained. He gaze a gentle nod before beginning to slowly move towards the bed once more. You watched carefully as he took the glass from the bedside and moved back to the door to hand it to Dick.

“Thanks,” Dick said once he took the glass, “I’ll call you if anything comes up.”

“Okay.” Damian responded.

“Hey, um..” Dick looked back at him after a step, just before Damian had closed the door. “How.. How are they?”

Damian glanced back at you. You were still tense, watching the two very carefully. “They’re broken.. Emotionally and physically.”

Dick’s expression grew pained. He could only imagine the stuff you have been through. “Right..” Dick said softly, now beginning to walk away. Damian closed the door, taking a quiet breath before turning back to look at you.

“More sandwiches?” He raised a brow at the now empty tray of sandwiches. You looked down at the tray for a moment, your gaze landing back on him before you nodded weakly.

“Do you think it’s actually going to come up with Cass’s dad?” Tim asked as he dusted the glass for the fingerprints.

“I’m not sure,” Bruce said, his arms crossed as he watched Tim’s movements with the glass carefully.

“There’s also the possibility that they could share a mother,” Tim mentioned, “Lady Shiva.”

“Yes, that is also a possibility,” Bruce agreed, watching Tim stand from his spot and head over to where they insert their dna samples. He put the fingerprints in and then moved to the Batcomputer, setting the dna match testing to a criminals category.

“We're back!” A woman’s voice rang out. Bruce and Tim turned around just before they began to run the dna test. Stephanie, Barbara, and Cassandra were walking into the Batcave now. “What’s up, wasn’t Dick supposed to be here too?” Stephanie asked.

“He had relationship stuff with Kory,” Tim told her.

“What are you doing?” Stephanie asked again, putting a hand on the head rest of the chair Tim sat in and looking at the Batcomputer.

“We were just about to run another dna test on the kid,” Tim answered.

“You wanna stay?” Stephanie asked as she looked back towards Cassandra who’s expression had sullened. Everyone was silent for a second, staring to Cassandra and waiting for her answer.

“I’ll stay.” She finally answered.

“Okay,” Tim said, taking her answer. He turned his head, like the rest, back to the computer. There was a tense and stiff silence.

It took a moment for Tim to finally the enter key to analyze the dna. Tim pushed the swivel chair farther away from the desk. Everyone watched, anxiously awaiting what the results might be.

And then, finally.

“David Cain”

“A Match”

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Going overboard, 7: Loss

Told you that you would get two chapters tonight! Actually felt so bad about the last chapter, but I promise, none of the others are that short. Personally, this one was the funniest one to write, playing around when Josh is at his worst (I promise I'm a good person), but I like having a bit of freedom with everything yk? Anyways, hope you like it, and get ready for chapter 8 tomorrow <3

The lights turn on, and Ashley’s crying. Chris is still intact. I let out a breath of relief. 

“No, no, no get away” Ashley shouts. We all move closer, seeing the Psycho walking slowly towards them. Chris aims the gun, shooting him several times. For a minute, I forget about the fake bullets, and my hand covers my mouth to keep me from shouting. Josh laughs. 

“Oh Chris, oh Chris Chris Chris Chris.”

“What the fuck?”

“Oh, you’ve heard of blanks before?” 

“I mean, really?” 

He takes off his mask, revealing himself. 

“Josh?” Chris asks, confused and tired. Ashley keeps blinking, and Sam runs forward, getting her untied. Josh keeps laughing. 

“Josh!” Sam exclaims, probably glad to see that he’s okay. I look down, and can't meet his gaze. This is not the Josh I know. He doesn’t stop laughing. 

“Josh…” Mike says. 

“Oh, oh, very good. Every one of you got my name!”

“And after all you’ve been through! Good, good-good-good. I mean, how does that feel? Right? How does it feel? Do you enjoy feeling terrorised, humiliated, panicked? All those feelings my sisters got to feel that night one year ago. Only guess what, they didn’t get to laugh it off, no, no, they’re gone.”

“I don’t know if you’ve noticed Josh, but none of us are laughing” Mike scolds. 

“Oh come-come-come-come-come, why the long faces? Come on. It’s good to get the heart racing every now and then, right? And race they did, I mean, every one of you, just pitter-pat, pitter-pat! I hope you appreciated my little phantasmagorical spectacle! I mean, no detail too small, no opportunity missed.”

I walk over to Chris, getting him untied as well. I notice a camera some paces away. He fucking video-recorded all of it. 

“It was such a delight to play the puppet master to all of you Pavlovian panic. And all that gore! I mean, it was gore galore! Fake bodies, I mean, god that shit was expensive. Oh, and no retakes, only double-takes! Hook, line and sinker for every little stinker!”

“Josh, why are you doing this?” Sam asks. 

“Don’t even ask this squirrelly little runt. He’s got no clue, he’s out of his fucking tree” Mike yells. 

“He’s off his medication” I state. “And he has been for a while.”

“Awe, come on you guys. Revenge is the best medicine!” 

“You’re done!” Mike threatens. 

“Mike, he’s sick” Chris adds. 

“He doesn’t know what he’s doing. He’s gone way overboard, but he’s obviously having some sort of episode” I support, looking down at Chris. 

“What, I do know what I’m doing, you guys are going to thank me when you become internet sensations.”

“What, what?” I exclaim. 

“Oh you bet this is going viral ladies and germs. I mean, we got unrequited love, extreme grief, gore, blood. Oh so much blood! I don’t think there’s enough hard drives in China to count all the views we’re going to get you guys.” Mike shakes his head. 

“What are you talking about, you ass-hat. Jessica is fucking dead!” 

“What?” Everyone turns to Mike. 

“Did you hear me?” he asks, walking slowly towards Josh. “Jessica is dead, and you’re going to fucking pay you dick!” he shouts as he hits him in the head, making him fall to the ground, eyes closed, and not getting up. 

“What the hell Mike!” I yell. 

“You stay fucking out of this!” he shouts back, pointing at me. “This fucker is going to pay, you hear me!”

I don’t say anything else. If he really did kill Jessica, then we can’t do anything else about it. We all make it upstairs, Chris has tied his hands, and I hurt just looking at him. I have to keep reminding myself that this is for everyone’s safety. 

“What are we going to do?” Sam asks. 

“Emily and Matt went to the radio tower for help” I say. 

“When?” 

“After this freak faked his own death” Chris adds. 

“And they haven’t come back yet?”

Shit. During everything, I had forgotten about them. 

“Well, one thing is for sure, this guy is not staying here” Mike states. 

“So where should we take him?”

“The shed?” I ask. If he had a whole set-up there, it might be livable for a night. 

“Okay, you coming?” Mike asks. I nod in reply. 

“I’ll come too” Chris adds. 

“We’ll wait here for Em and Matt” Ashley states. 

***

We take Josh outside, the guys being harsh and brutal. I just look down, not facing either of them. As long as they don’t really physically hurt him. 

“Guys, come on, seriously, this is crazy you know” Josh says, refusing to keep going. 

“Shut up man, the only crazy here is you”

He looks over at me, pleading. “Come on, you love me, you care about me, you wouldn’t do this”

“Just till the morning, Josh, so we can get you some help.” Mike keeps pushing him, eventually leading him to losing his balance and falling. I grab hold of his arm, lifting him up again. But right when he’s on his feet again, he tries to run back to the lodge, causing Mike to shove him again. 

“Good God” I whisper. 

“Where are you taking me?”

“Locking you up, bro” Mike snarls. “So you can’t do anything stupid before we call the police in the morning”

“Come on, I didn’t do anything-”

“Are you serious?” Chris interrupts. 

“You’re a goddamned murderer, is what you are” Mike interjects. 

“I didn’t do it. Michael please, just listen to me man. I did not hurt Jessica.”

“Guys, we don’t know anything for sure” I add. 

“Listen to her, she’s saying I didn’t do it”

“Josh, we don’t know anything, just keep silent till tomorrow, please” I plead. 

He stays silent for a while, making it easier to get him to the shed. 

“You’re just seeing what you want to see. You’re blind!” Josh yells. 

“Stop talking!” Mike shoots back, throwing him down. 

“Mike…” I yell, and Chris immediately follows. “Dude, chill”

Mike gets over him, holding him in place. 

“It’s not my fault you suckers can’t take a joke”

Mike twists his hands, making Josh give a small whimper. “Oh, wait, did I hurt you? Did you just feel a little bit of pain?”

“Mike” I threaten. There’s no use acting like this when he’s obviously not in the right state of mind. 

“Oh, I’m so soooo sorry” Mike continues taunting. Josh continues to shout, telling him to stop. Chris looks away, unsure about how to handle the situation. 

“Mike stop it” I tell him, and he forces Josh up on his legs again. 

“I can’t tell you how sorry I am that something happened to Jessica, but it wasn’t me, I swear I don’t know what happened” Josh explains. Something feels wrong, but I can’t wrap my head around it. When it happened, what was Josh doing? Chris finally interjects. 

“Josh, do you really expect us to trust you after everything you’ve put us through?” 

He starts laughing, maniacally. I can’t face him, can’t see him like this. 

“Can’t we all just get along?” he asks in a child-like manner. Mike grabs him, and I don’t know what else he’s doing but it makes Josh scream. “We’re not dicking around.” Mike starts pushing him into the shed. 

“This was not how it was supposed to go down, this was not, just not…” Josh continues rambling. 

“You’re just a bunch of bullies! You can’t hang me out to dry like this!” 

I sigh, tired and exhausted, like I’ve been all night. Josh keeps yelling, Mike pushing, and Chris seems completely shattered. He’d lost his friend too many times today. 

“Not like you got the guts to do anything about it, huh?” Josh continues, pining Mike. 

“Ohh, you’re the biggest coward there is” Chris chimes in. 

“Uh huh? I did something! I made you believe in a world that I created, and I showed you parts of yourself you were too afraid to visit!”

“Would you shut up Josh!” I yell, everyone looking at me with surprise. “You tricked us, you manipulated all of us, your friends, me… And you did all of this while hiding behind some screens in a basement with a mask. Don’t you understand how fucked up this is?” My voice cracks, and I can’t help it. Anger, annoyance, betrayal. I was there, I could’ve helped him, he kissed me. He distracted me in the worst way possible just to shut me out yet again. 

Mike turns back, taking hold of him and forcing him on a chair beside a pole. Josh continues grunting in protest, shouting at us. Both the guys tie the rope around, having to hold him down while doing it. 

“Can’t tie him up if he just wiggles around!”

“Josh”

“Give me a little wiggle room!” His eyes are nothing like what they usually are. It seems like some type of spark has left them, which is now filled with a dark fog. 

“Plastic ties, way more good for hostage situations…” Josh mumbles. 

“What the hell is going on with him?” Mike asks. 

“I don’t know, I’ve never seen him like this before” I answer. 

“It’s so difficult to see him like this” Chris adds. 

“Ashley’s a dumb dumb…” Chris turns to him, asking what the hell he’s talking about. 

“Well, I said you’re a dummy dummy!” 

“Chris don’t listen to him, he doesn’t know what he’s saying” I plead. Josh starts making kissing sounds, teasing and pining Chris. 

“You know what that sound is? It’s the sound of never kissing Ashley you pussy!” 

“Stop!” Chris grabs a plank, already holding it in the air. 

“Josh, please”

“You know, you might as well let Ashley sleep with Mike.” I look over at Mike, and he’s already looking around confused, unsure about the circumstances of the whole conversation and how it led back to him. I shake my head to him, urging him to stay out of the whole thing and don’t contribute to the fire. 

“I mean, at least he has some notches in his belt. He’ll treat her right!” Josh shouts as he’s humping the air. 

“You’re fucking pathetic Christopher!”

“I’m going to beat his fucking head off!” Chris shouts. I quickly grab the plank, dragging it out of his hands. 

“Don’t listen to him, man, it’s not worth it” Mike tells him, hand on his shoulder. Josh shifts his target, looking over at Mike and starts repeating his name. 

“What is it Josh?”

“What happened with Jess, Mike?”

“You know what happened” 

“No, no I don’t. I’ve got a problem Mike-”

“No shit Sherlock” Chris whispers. Josh continues. 

“I don’t remember killing Jess…”

“Christ”

“I mean, like, I feel like I would remember killing her, you know? She’s so soft… And she’s probably got like, a really tight bod”

“Shut your fucking mouth!” Mike screams, aiming the pistol at him. 

“Woah, woah, woah, Mike” I carefully thread. “Put the pistol down.” He lowers it, staring at him with contempt. 

“Josh, will you please just shut up?” I urge him, trying to persuade him. 

“Only if you give me a little show.” My annoyance and anger cover the slight missing of him. 

“You know…” he starts. 

“You were a fucking obstacle in my whole thought-out plan” 

“I mean, some of the thrill of it is being a bit spontaneous, right? And the only way I manage to get you out of my way was to literally fuck you senseless!”

I take a deep breath, this isn’t him, he would never say stuff like this. The other guys look surprisingly my way, Chris waving his arms in an awkward manner, not knowing what to do. 

“And like, fucking we did! And when you figured it aaaaall out? There was no other thought that came to mind than to get you down and going and on and on and on…” he keeps chanting, and I lift the plank in the air and hit him. Hard. 

“Shit, why the hell did you do that?” Chris asks. Mike just shakes his head, glad that the continuous mumbling is gone. Josh is knocked out, and Chris’s immediate reaction was to check for a pulse. 

“I didn’t fucking kill him” I scold, but he just gives me a dirty look. 

“You guys go back to the lodge, I’ll stay here” Mike offers. I shake my head. 

“No worries, I’ll stay here with you. Maybe he’ll wake up in a better state of mind, and if he does, I need to apologise.”

“I’m going to leave him with the guy who pointed a gun to his head and the girl who knocked him out?” Chris asks, and we both nod. 

“Fine, just don’t hurt him again, please?” he says as he makes his way outside, walking back to the lodge.

[whenmemorydies]

See this?

Carmy is about to pull this shit. He is really about to go in and likely blow up one of the only good relationships he has left from The Beef. After yelling at Tina from the pass. After stressing out everyone and their fucking dog cos he thinks this is acceptable behaviour if its all in service of a star?

This part of 3x03 Doors was such a jagged scene for me because of a few things (including what I've said above). What else got me:

Tina is someone Carmy knows, that Carmy loves (go back to their scene in 1x08 Braciole talking about Mikey. Go back to Carmy's soft "hey Tina you go ahead, you take the night off okay? I got you.");

Tina is an older woman of colour who has made the commitment to skill up so that she can work at The Bear after working at The Beef. Carmy has seen the work she has put in but in this moment, he pays none of it any mind. Imagine being T. Imagine how that would feel. Imagine how it would feel knowing all we know after watching Tina's journey in 3x06 Napkins. The thing is, Carmy doesn't need to know all of T's backstory to know his behaviour is unacceptable. The fact that he knows some of it and proceeds to act in this way is just more evidence of his white privilege showing its ass.

Carmy does not have the self reflexivity here to look at his young, white, male self yelling at this older WOC and see how fucked this is: how he's become another white guy in a litany of white men barking at workers of colour, not seeing Tina for the whole human she is but reducing her to a means of production. The racial dynamics on this show are so evident but don't get talked about nearly enough. I know the writers have crafted those dynamics on purpose because as beautiful a character as Carmy is, he's also a product of his environment as a white chef trained in a highly racially segregated field. This has repercussions for his relationships in season 3, particularly with the BIPOC characters in his life. @november-rising speaks about Carmy's behaviour in relation to Black women's experiences of love and professional recognition devastatingly here. Read their post and the reblogs.

While this shit made me so mad this season, it was also in character - as I've said here - for a white guy trained in fine dining to revert to established patterns of behaviour. Though, I'm gonna need the writers of the show to show US that they did this on purpose and have Carmy ATONE for this shit in season 4. Otherwise, what kind of redemption arc will this man have? This shit is hurtful to the BIPOC characters and BIPOC viewers of this show in no small part because white men the world over have a LONG history of using BIPOC people as a means of production and as a means of production alone. If you're unsure about this, please go look up the Transatlantic slave trade. Please go look up the history of colonial indentured labour. Please go look up The British East India Company. Please look up the forced labour regime in the modern prison industrial complex. Please go read a fucking book. And no I'm not saying Carmy is responsible for the slave trade (LMAO please hold fire if this is where your mind is going). I'm saying BIPOC folks carry with us a long ass history, an intergenerational history of this shit. But guess who else does too? White folks. So don't act like they dont.

This shit is also hurtful because we know how respectful Carmy can be. We’ve seen him in seasons 1 & 2. We know he knows what being a practical ally looks like (even if he may not have the language to name what he was doing) when he made sure to bring the staff of The Beef with him to The Bear and invested in them accordingly. We know he loves and respects them, none more so than Sydney. But there were so many times where he did not act like it in season 3. And when folks have got histories - not just personal but cultural too - as long and as loaded as we ALL do, actions account for a lot. What you do is the shorthand for who you are in the world, whether you like it or not.

Ok back to the scene.

Who comes in and simultaneously saves Carmy's ass and ANOTHER of his relationships? Who protects Tina and keeps the kitchen from exploding AGAIN?

Who supervises her sous chef like a fucking pro?

Sydney. Sydney. Sydney.

And who knows that he's in the presence of greatness but doesn't know how to articulate it cos he's not integrated, not by a fucking long shot. Who needs to attend some anti-racism training along with Al-Anon and therapy (so he can get the benefit of understanding his role in this system and get a better understanding of his own mind)?

Yeah you Carmen, you.

Better get on that shit before you lose the woman who is the beat to your whole heart another means of production to a chef who's going to pay her better, give Syd insurance from the jump and total creative control. Just saying.

[stargazet]

rant incoming I AM TIRED OF YOU HOES BEING ALL "i wOULD give more comments but idk what to sayyyy🥺/my comments are just xy🥺🥺" HOW ABOUT YOU GO THINK OF A COMMENT OR JUST TYPE YOUR SILLY XY COMMENT ON 30 FICS WITH ONLY SLIGHT ALTERATION INSTEAD OF POSTING ABT HOW YOU ARE UNABLE TO COMMENT.

it pisses me off to no end that most readers need to be coddled and begged for just a SPECK of a reaction. You wanting to leave more kudos on a fic does NOT keep fandoms alive. your "i would comment but" does NOT keep fandoms alive!! you keep giving us excuses upon excuses as to why NONE OF YOU can type up 5 coherent words, but you want longfics and you want well-written fics and you want consistent updates on fics and PLEASE just keep bringing us the fics. I dont care anymore if you're shy or feel stupid, GUESS WHAT?? I'm putting my art, my soul, my joy out into the world for you to see and you think you can excuse your silence with being shy and scared uwu🥺🥺

You know what they tell every artist of any kind when they just started their craft and are not good at it??? To practice, that's right. So get your heads out of your lazy asses and practice. I don't care how many comments keep sounding similar, ao3 is not the mindhive of an individual, WE WILL NOT NOTICE IF YOU SAID THE SAME THING TO 5 DIFFERENT AUTHORS, BUT WE WERE ONE OF THOSE 5 AND WE WILL NOTICE THAT.

And if you hit me with the "But if it's from the same author-" well that's the perfect time to practice making different comments, isn't it?!

Yall get HUNDREDS of posts encouraging you to do this time and time again, even posts that TELL YOU WHAT TO COMMENT, do you realize how embarrassing that is for you as a readership??? Artists not just giving you the art but having to fucking teach you how to respond to that art?? can't you people do nothing but mindlessly consume?? We work our asses off FOR FREE, hoping to inspire others, wishing to connect with our art, our fics, and you are nothing but a void. A black hole. It's frankly not just so disheartening and frustrating, it's quite disgusting if you think about it. Am i just feeding a machine? You sorry lot of gawkers can't even say fucking "thank you for making this." the 5 coherent words in question.

I'm SO tired of seeing you bitches give me excuses and empty promises and SO tired of not even being heard when i yell and scream and shout like I do now. The commenters are keeping you husks and ghosts fed for now, but one after the other, your artists will get fed up or discouraged and they'll stop posting. If you only want fandoms with 3 big creators, then ig you'll get exactly that. I bet it will be fun and not at all stagnant or turn into a mini cult where one guy keeps shaping the collective! But I hope when this happens, and it will if yall don't change your approach real fucking quick, that you'll at least remember that you all snuffed your artists little lights out, one by one, with your haunting silence.

And now open ao3 and get your greasy fingers onto that comment section or so help me god

[nctstar]

idk if u write for tbz but if u do can i request haechan and sunwoo smut pls! if not gamer! hyuck and renjun would b great ILYYY

hi! this is so late I'm sorry :( I don't write for tbz! but definitely for nct. I tried my best with the gamer aspects but I am not a gamer so...ANYWAY I tried my best, what can I sayyy :D hope you like ily too <3

do i seem familiar?

The softness of his lips erupted on your mouth, shutting your eyes, letting him taste you. He slipped his tongue inside, and you gasped. Pulling away, you wanted to whine, beg, anything to taste him again. He brought one hand to your face, stroking the side of your jaw. “What’s your name?”

“_.” Your brain was yelling at you to stop, but you couldn’t help yourself. You leant it, letting your lips passively feel his. “It’s _.”

“Good girl.” That alone would have made your knees fall apart, but you stiffened, sighing gently. “I want to know what name I need to be moaning tonight.”

pairing: hyuckren x fem!reader (no hyuckren ship)

other members: none

word count: 5k

genre: SMUT bro what can i say

warnings: sexual content so minors please dni!! reader is a streamer/cam girl, reader and hyuckren speak in korean and english throughout and sometimes don't understand each other but everything is consensual! mention of breasts multiple times, threesome, breastplay, use of whore and slut, profanity, degradation (not too crazy), dom!hyuckren, bit of thigh slapping, fingering, squirting, being held down + manhandled, begging. oral (male receiving), praise kink, intense orgasms, double penetration, rough sex, crying during and after sex, tiny bit of overstimulation (not really), finishing inside, kissing, alluding to aftercare at the end (very important!)

disclaimer: this is a fanfiction purely from my (filthy) imagination. I don't know the nct members and don't claim that they act like this in real life. I also do not condone any of the activity by any of the characters in this fic. 

a/n: lowkey i think all my smuts are a little bit similar to each other haha. ALSOO the italics in quotations are things said in korean, and non-italics is english, hope that's not confusing.

y_3to3: you look so pretty today baby <3

A flood of messages inundated your screen, aggressively drowning out the simplicity of the one that had caught your eye. Much like a passing quiet comment as you walked down the street, or even less – a whisper of a thought, someone who knew too much, or not at all, the thought begging to be heard.

Your face felt hot under the mask, your eyes threatening to water at the light radiating off your many monitors. The red dot blinked, one, two, matching your heartbeat. Camera on.

“Thank you!” You responded as you fixed your top, a skimpy strappy corset top, your chest bursting at the seams as the old push-up bra did its work. You were suddenly nervous, as if he could really see you. Past all the screens, the messages flooding into your inbox, the red, blinking light.

You wondered what the other men would think knowing you and y_3to3 had met. Would they cry? Wail? Beg on their hands and knees in front of you – in front of him? Would they get aggressive? You hadn’t really thought of that. His handsome demeanour, your soft skin, the way your body just melted under the heat of his body…it was not something you could resist by thinking logically.

“No game today, guys. It’s Halloween! I thought we could just chat for a while!” You fought the urge to itch the strap underneath your right armpit, becoming more and more aware of how uncomfortable the bra was. Smiling through it all, you continued. “Uh, can anyone guess who I am?”

The messages didn’t stop coming, but nobody was answering.

You coughed awkwardly, readjusting yourself in your chair, sneaking glances in the mirror behind your camera to check what you were showing off. Damn, you thought, seeing your boobs pushed together, the pouty pink lips and the doe eyes staring back at you, I look like a whore.

New member. The notification caught your eye. No one had really added themselves mid-stream in a while now, not anybody new, at least.

“Hey, welcome!” Your voice came out hesitant, the same paranoia that always overtook you filling your senses. What if it was your mom, or your boss?

You gulped, but there was a message waiting for you within seconds.

해찬: 마스크걸?

Shit. You didn’t know how to read Korean, only learning how to speak bits and pieces here and there.

“Uh…” You were nervous, not wanting to make a fool of yourself, but also having this sudden urge to accommodate the stranger that had dominated all of a sudden. “My Korean is not great. And I can’t read. But, thank you.” You cringed at the sound of your own voice, and almost wanted to end the stream right then and there. But then, they replied.

해찬: you speak very good.

A weird warmth spread your stomach, and you couldn’t help yourself. “Thank you, uh, I’m not sure…oh gosh, I guess I have to Google Translate your username! That’s embarrassing.”

해찬: my name is hae-chan.

“Oh, n-nice, nice to meet you.” His forwardness took you off guard, mainly being used to men who had never spoken to a woman in real life joining your chat, timidly hiding in the shadows until they got a glimpse of cleavage and couldn’t hold it in anymore. You gave a small smile, one that would please everyone, but also hide something extra for the people you liked and wanted.

y_3to3: he said you’re mask girl. it’s pretty obvious.

y_3to3: you don’t need google translate. i can do it for you. and more. if you want.

Your heart pounded, suddenly quietened by this virtual conversation. Your eyes read the letters over and over again, until the texts rose on the screen.

해찬: yeah, so can i. i just thought she could read korean. my bad.

Your head swam, not knowing how to process all this. One had itched to turn your camera off, suddenly feeling really vulnerable and exposed. That blinking red light kept relenting in the background.

You clapped your hands together. “Guys, it’s kinda getting late! You guys need your sleep, and so does your Mask Girl!” You ignored the men who moaned and groaned at it being only 11pm, and how you didn’t even dance for them tonight, or spill water down your shirt. “Until next time, okay? Stay safe, everyone!” Your voice felt too perky, like it was out of a Black Mirror episode, unsettling and uncanny.

The red, blinking light went off, and you sighed. A million thoughts entered your brain, but they were all immersed in the fog of tiredness that took over your body. Legs moving at their own accord, you stumbled over to your bed, ripping the mask off in the process. As your stomach pushed up on the already too-tight top, you felt breathless as you lay at the foot off your bed, but you closed your eyes, listening to your muscles screaming for rest. “Renjun, his name was Renjun, I think…” You whispered, feeling a little crazy, a little like a witch or a little girl trying to manifest the attention of their crush they looked at for 2 seconds. He hadn’t taken his mask off, but you had felt him anyways. Inches sheathed inside you, thrusting in time with your moans. “Fuck.” How could you want someone that bad? Is this what those lonely men in your dms felt like?

Nevertheless, the memory of the smell of expensive cologne, hands roaming limitlessly on your uncovered body, dragon-like eyes watching you as you fell apart – all of it let you dream restlessly, your body twisted uncomfortably on your bed, your computer droning in the background and the makeup remaining untouched on your face, skincare be damned.

∞

You hadn’t seen his face before today, and you kind of hated yourself for agreeing to meet him again. He was mask-less, and you quickly realised he had a face sculpted by divine forces themselves, sharp, meticulous, perfect. Enough to ruin your life in a heartbeat.

“Hi.”

“Hi. Renjun? I-I’m sorry if I’m not pronouncing that right.”

He nodded silently, and you fought the urge to hold your breath, his skin shone even under the crappy lighting of the PC bang. An awkward silence ensued as your brain scrambled for the right words, not only to say but the ones that would be grammatically correct in Korean. “Thanks for inviting me here. Should we find a place now?”

“Are you hungry?” His eyes searched yours, and you felt the pull you had that night at that hotel room, last night as you read the message, he had boldly hit send on for the world to see.

“No.” You shook your head, trying not to smile in an off-putting way. You prayed he hadn’t noticed the pimple on your face, and your anxiety made sure you were thinking about the fact that you had done your makeup differently every second since you had left the house. It looks good. On camera. Not in person. You kinda look like a slut. But in a good way? Too much blush. Should have worn lashes. Should have worn makeup like the day he felt compelled to take you to a hotel and f-

“I brought my friend. Do you mind?” He looked nervous now, or maybe he was nervous the whole time? You weren’t sure. As you thought of other things, you didn’t process the fact that he had asked you a question.

“Is this her?” You could have sworn you had heard a voice, but Renjun didn’t react to it, and you wondered if it was another voice in your head. “That’s okay, right? Or if you don’t want him here-“

“Him?” Another person was definitely a little unexpected. But you swallowed the little shock you had and tried to reply normally. It’s not that bad. It won’t be awkward. At least he didn’t say she – HAH!

“No, I mean, that’s okay!” Your voice was started to travel upwards to an obnoxiously high pitch, and you willed it down again. “Is he here?”

“Renjun-ah, I already found a place for the two of us. You didn’t tell me she was-oh.” The unidentified voice stopped as soon as the man stood in your line of sight. The first thing you did was use all of your willpower to prevent your jaw muscles slackening and letting your mouth drop wide open.

Holy fuck. He is so hot.

“Donghyuck.” He nodded so slightly it could have easily been missed. Your brain on overdrive at the sight of two of the hottest men you had ever encountered in front of you made you momentarily mute, and it was like Donghyuck picked up on that. Smirking, he looked down, muttering cute.

Oh my god, what is happening right now…

“This is my friend…maybe we better sit down somewhere else?” You nodded, forcing yourself to hum in response so it didn’t seem like you had gone brainless suddenly. You tried to contribute to the visual search, looking around, but your ears heated up at the realisation that Donghyuck was staring you up and down. His black rimmed eyes, whether from makeup or lack of sleep, danced across your body before resting on your facial features, making your stomach start doing backflips. You pointed at an empty row, desperate now to sit down. “There. That works, right?”

“Sure.” The English rolled off Donghyuck’s tongue in a way that indicated it wasn’t his first language, but he was oozing with confidence regardless. You finally met his gaze, fire erupting in your throat as he smirked directly at you.

Minutes later, for some reason, you were seated in the middle of them – Renjun on your right, Donghyuck on your left. The nerves were being pushed aside with a sort of familiar comfort as the game, one you had played multiple times on stream, one you were famously good at, started up. Colours flickered across your shiny eyes as you stared, unblinking.

When you started playing, you might as well have forgotten about the last twenty minutes of your life. Your fingers sprung across the keys, words erupting out of your mouth without permission. At one point, Donghyuck’s character and yours fought for an entire five minutes, both of you getting so close to finishing before swapping over, going at it repeatedly (that’s what she said). At the last minute, you prevailed. You heard him curse loudly as the character fell to the ground, red blinking letters taunting him, filling his screen. “Oh, she’s good.”

“Mmm, she is.” The emotions that had raced through your body moments ago was fighting this newfound adrenaline in your system, and you wondered what to say next. What to do next. Your hands were getting clammy, cold. Your right leg bounced on the seat.

“Again?” You turned to Donghyuck, unaware of the confidence that was taking over. He glanced at you before returning to his screen, rebooting the game. You were getting ready to turn back around, face your screen, when he said,

“Were you mask girl on camera last night?”

It’s like you could feel Renjun’s eyes widen. You were shocked, hairs rising on end. The anonymity that came with your job shattered with dangerous intent, and you tried to shake your head, to deny it. You were never a great liar.

“We hooked up once, Donghyuck. It’s not what you think.” The words pierced you, and you were frozen in place, like someone just superglued you to your seat.

“That’s not what I was saying- Look. Renjun told me what you do. And, you kinda remind me of the girl I saw last night.”

So any girl with tits is a cam girl to you? You wanted to say, but the language barrier and the decency that comes with being in a public place stopped you. And what if I am? Why are you asking me this?

“Why are you saying stuff like this?”

“No, I-“

“Donghyuck.” Renjun’s voice came as a warning, but that was when you noticed Donghyuck’s name on the screen, unapologetically butting into the conversation.

해찬

“Oh my god.” Both men appeared concerned, stopping their bickering. You felt one hand rest on your thigh gently, tentatively. “Sorry, are you-“

“You’re Haechan?” You turned to Donghyuck, and he nodded carefully, dark eyes locked into yours, blank, unassuming. Your stomach swirled with the remnants of the thin instant coffee you had swallowed minutes ago, Renjun’s hand on your thigh stilling your bouncing leg. “I just, well, I didn’t expect-“

“It was, um, accident. I’m not like other men.” You fought the urge to snicker at his endearing broken English, sounding completely like an incel but not intending too. “I didn’t mean to embarrass you. I was just curious. And Renjun told me he had met a cam girl, and, well, it kind of just made sense in the moment.”

You nodded, not sure how to react. You watched as Donghyuck’s hands flew as he spoke, his lips curled in, almost pouting, his features turning almost cartoonishly apologetic. It was so adorable, a stark contrast to the intensity of his eyes, the sharp edges of the hair that grazed his eyebrows.

Renjun sighed loudly, and you felt the warmth leave the middle of your thigh as he removed his hand from your body. He cursed silently, rubbing at his temples. “Sorry if this made you uncomfortable.”

“N-no, no,” You tried to be reassuring, but your voice shook, not for the reasons they had thought originally though. Here you were, your secrets out, quite literally in the middle of two men you had met in person that you weren’t sure if they were thinking the same thing as you – you needed them so bad – the hypersexual nature of your side hustle now glaringly obvious, threatening to break the taboos of a normal interaction. You shuffled in your seat, right leg itching to rest over your left. “It’s okay, um. You guys seem nice enough. Shall we get something to eat after this?”

One thing had led to another. One instance of Donghyuck swiping his card before you could even flick yours out. Let me. Renjun picking up a dessert you had said you liked in your streams maybe once. Them gesturing at your nose, realising the whipped cream had rubbed off. You licking your fingers with satisfaction underneath the white flickering lights of the convenience store. Tastes so good, wow. Donghyuck’s fingers grazing your hips as he pushed past you to open the door for you and Renjun. You pretending not to notice that Renjun was staring at your top, hoodie off to expose the crop you usually only wear at home, feeling embarrassed that there was a stain on the right arm. Wondering if he thought you were unkempt, unorganised. Wondering if that was a turn off…

“Wow, nice building.” Donghyuck’s hair shone as you looked back at him, your Hello Kitty bag slung over one of his forearms. You pressed your lips together, feeling a little vulnerable, maybe even a little scared. “Yeah, I get good money from, well. Maybe I should just quit my job!” Renjun laughed, but Donghyuck was silent, perhaps from not understanding, perhaps thinking about something else. You weren’t sure.

“Um, I don’t really have a dining room,” Your voice trailed off as you looked at the mess in your little kitchenette, the lack of a sofa or coffee table imminent in the blankness of the room. “Been kind of busy, didn’t really have time to…” You were more or less lying, more or less talking to yourself, forgetting that English was probably not the best language to explain things in right now. You nodded at no one in particular, before pointing at your bedroom door. “Should we…?”

Renjun had laughed audibly when stepping into your room, Donghyuck muttering cute once again but just a bit louder this time. You chuckled weakly, but your face started to burn, embarrassment leaking into your veins like a potent poison. The plushies and Sanrio merch made you feel more exposed than ever, and your eyes widened when you noticed your favourite orange dildo resting on the bed, as shameless as a naked lover waiting for you after a long day at work. “Uh, okay, um,” You began to babble, trying to quickly shove away the apparatus and praying it would grow legs and run away while they weren’t looking. “You can sit here.”

You bounced on the bed as the two men perched themselves next to you, you in the middle again. The plastic bags filled with random knick-knacks Donghyuck had swore you wanted crinkled as he bent over, tying a knot at the top. “You alright? You seem…nervous.” His nonchalant concern made you want to melt, want to lean over and start making out with him. What did you want, really? Why did you invite them here?

“Are you waiting for something?” Renjun’s breath tickled your ear, surprising you. You turned to face him. His scent the same as that night. Leaning over, his eyes darted back and forth from your lips to your eyes.

The softness of his lips erupted on your mouth, shutting your eyes, letting him taste you. He slipped his tongue inside, and you gasped. Pulling away, you wanted to whine, beg, anything to taste him again. He brought one hand to your face, stroking the side of your jaw. “What’s your name?”

“_.” Your brain was yelling at you to stop, but you couldn’t help yourself. You leant it, letting your lips passively feel his. “It’s _.”

“Good girl.” That alone would have made your knees fall apart, but you stiffened, sighing gently. “I want to know what name I need to be moaning tonight.”

As if on cue, you felt one arm wrap around your middle, knee nudging your legs apart. You tried to whip your head around, but Renjun stopped you, pressing down on your forehead so your head rested on the back on Donghyuck’s upper shoulders. You whimpered. “Donghyuck…”

“Shh, it’s okay. I got you.” You both adjusted so you were perched on his lap now, staring at Renjun, eyes wide in anticipation. You felt Donghyuck’s hard-on press into the ridge of your lower back. Stifling a moan, you tried to slip up and down his lap, but felt a hard slap on your thigh when you did, your actions failing to go unnoticed.

“Whore.” You whimpered, feeling Donghyuck nibble on your ear, relentlessly but also with a slight care, as if tending to an animal at flight risk. “Take your top off, if you want this.”

If you want this. His words swam in your ears, and both men paused, waiting for you to act. The tension in the air was thick, but also, you realised, fragile, like a bubble of lust that would pop with the right words, if you didn’t consent. They would definitely leave. They would never mention it again.

But you shrugged off Donghyuck’s arms around you, almost drooling at the veins, the muscles that bulged even as he let go. You pulled your top off, one hand behind your back to unclip your bra. You could feel the surprise, the shock, before Renjun latched onto one of your nipples, your back arching and Donghyuck pulling you flush against him again. “O-oh…”

“You think you can cum just like this? Filthy girl.” You weren’t really sure what exactly he was talking about, but you understood cum and whore, and you shook your head. “Want more, pl-, ah, Renjun-ah!” He started leaving love bites down the middle of your chest, another hand flicking your other nipple. You squirmed. “Please, please…”

“Showing off her rack to any man who wants it, Donghyuck-ah, did you know?” You did understand that, and your eyes watered at the humiliation, simultaneously feeling yourself get wetter as you did. “Fuck, I bet she gets off on it.”

You shook your head, but you were moaning too, which didn’t really help your case. “Please, wanna cum, please, no more-“ You tried pushing Renjun’s head off you, to which he obliged, silencing you with a kiss instead. “Tell us what you want. Come on. Otherwise I’ll leave. We’ll leave.” Donghyuck wiped your tears with his free hand, making you suddenly melt deeper into his body, into his strong arms. You breathed in deeply, your bare chest rising and falling. “Mmm, I want, um, I want your fingers, please.”

“Like this?” Renjun buried one hand inside your pants, and you took it as a sign to lose them, the both of you awkwardly shaking them off. He pulled your panties down just enough before pressing his index finger onto your clit, swirling around, making your thighs tremble. “More, please, i-inside!” Your voice rose as he inserted one inside you without warning, your fluids now gushing out, exposing you. You felt Donghyuck move his head over your shoulder, to watch you, you thought. The thought was enough to feed the humiliation even more, not even registering Donghyuck slapping at your thigh repeatedly as you watched your hole constrict around Renjun’s fingers. Moaning, you tried to move your leg away, panties now sliding off your calves and onto the floor. Donghyuck tutted, wrapping his arm underneath your thigh to push it closer to your chest. “Rest your leg on his shoulder for me. Quickly.” You complied, submission clouding your senses. The new angle allowed Renjun fingers to travel deeper, curling near that spongy part that always made you reach your climax when you pressed your dildo against it. The warmth and spontaneity of real fingers was making you shake uncontrollably, tears springing to your eyes. “Oh, haah, fuck! Oh fuck, I’m gonna cum!” You sobbed, whining and trying to scramble away as Donghyuck pressed your thigh to your chest tighter, groaning in your ear as he watched you squirt all over Renjun’s fingers, damp spots sprouting on his pants as you did.

Your eyes were ringing, spots clouding your vision. You babbled incoherently, trying to catch your breath. Renjun pressed a kiss to your forehead, then to your nose. “You okay?”

“Mmm.” you managed to make out, wiping your tears. “Wow, that was…really good.”

“Open.” Renjun pressed his fingers to your lips, allowing you to suck the ends, tasting yourself. Donghyuck’s chest vibrated as he hummed in satisfaction. “Fuck, you think you can suck me like that, baby?”

You nodded, pathetically, like a bimbo, holding your boobs as you scrambled towards the floor. You heard Renjun groan and unzip his pants as your knees scraped the carpet, and you flipped your hair over one shoulder, hands pulling at the waistband of Donghyuck’s pants. He leant back, spreading his knees further apart so you could inch closer to him, one hand sneaking up and feeling the ridges on his stomach. “Eager slut.”

The bulb sprung out, meeting your lips, and you teased his slit carefully, batting your eyes up at him in a way you thought he would like. He raised one eyebrow, but you could tell he was flustered from the way his ears burned red. “You can tease me, but don’t cry later when I do the same to you.” You giggled, wrapping both hands around his thick length. Wondering how it would feel nestled all the way inside you, whether you would be able to feel it in your stomach.

As soon as you opened your mouth, planning to suck the tip first, salty precum already pre-erupting in your mouth, you felt something hard press against your now exposed, soaking core. On instinct, you tried to straighten up through your back, but Donghyuck gripped the back of your head instantly, keeping your face close to his leaking cock. “No. You stay here.”

“Renjun-ah…” A sharp inhale as you felt him push inside, warm and so tight, the inside of your thighs now completely wet. You began to moan, mouth open, letting Donghyuck push you on his cock, shutting you up immediately.

Renjun groaned, throat constricting with every word he spoke. “Take me so well every time. Fuck. So good.” Your moans disappearing, morphing into lewd choking noises as Donghyuck held you in place. Your eyes pleaded with him, and he released you, sending you flying backwards, coughing up a mix of saliva and his precum. He gripped your chin, watching your glossy eyes stare back at him. “Don’t do anything. Don’t even think, baby. This is what you need.” You could only moan in response as Renjun gripped your hips, body flopping down as he began to thrust into you faster and faster. The way your walls constricted around him was orgasmic, nails scratching at the carpet as if it would help you anchor your body. “Fuck, yes, oh my god…” Your moans turned into cries, and you felt your impending climax overpower your body. “Please, nggh, so much…” Your eyes rolled to the back of your head, feeling yourself lose control over your body.

Renjun pulled your hair so you were forced to look up. You squealed, chanting his name like a mantra. “Should I fill you up, baby?” You could only cry in response, core twitching without permission. Donghyuck brought his cock to your mouth again, cock prying your mouth open as you let your jaw slacken. Fully hard now, you gagged noisily. Renjun whispered praises in your ear as Donghyuck thrusted into your mouth, tears streaming down your face at the impact. “Good girl. Go ahead, cum for me. Cum for us.” You felt yourself fall apart, muscles paralysing as you came. Not long after, Donghyuck shot ropes of cum down your throat, swearing as he did. “You gonna swallow, baby?” No energy to nod, you brought one hand to stroke the back of his thigh, knees now sore against the rough carpet. As Renjun pulled out, you squeezed your thighs together, not letting anything leak onto the carpet. Donghyuck helped you up once you released him, carrying you bridal style to the bed, lips meeting yours once your back hit the mattress. “H-Hyuckie…”

“Oh fuck, baby. That’s such a pretty nickname. You wanna keep calling me that?” His eyes were roaming down your now naked body, your lower stomach glistening with fluids. He separated your folds with his fingers as you snapped your legs against his hand. He laughed as you shook your head desperately. “Fuck, wait, I’m sensitive! Wait a second…” Chest heaving, you watched as Renjun walked over to the bed, the outlines of his body now blurry from the tears and post-orgasmic bliss. “How are you guys hard again?”

Donghyuck responded by noisily kissing down your body. Unlike Renjun, he was sloppier, softer, more desperate. You craned your neck to watch him, feeling like you were having an out of body experience. Post two intense orgasms, every nerve in your body felt like it was singed at the ends. Yet, you wanted more. Your hips bucked up involuntarily, making you blush. Renjun pressed his thumb on your bottom lip, signalling for you to open your mouth. “You wanna taste my cock too?”

“Yeah…yes, please, I think…” Renjun laughed this time, stroking his length to its full hardness before pressing the head against your lips. At the same time, Donghyuck tapped your inner thighs, and, like a secret reflex, you let your knees relax apart, hips opening. You felt something unmistakably heavy rest on your exposed pussy, and you looked down to see Donghyuck’s rubbing himself up and down your folds. “Hnghh, Hyuck, oh, will it f-fit?” He looked at you with confusion, suddenly realising you had changed languages. Before you could answer, Renjun grabbed your chin and pushed his hips, letting his cock slip past your lips and fill your mouth. “Shhh. It’ll fit. Don’t you worry.”

“Fuck, noisy girl.” Your moans were vibrating around Renjun’s cock, making him thrust sloppily and deeply, one hand holding your head in place. You closed your eyes, feeling yourself getting filled to the brim, a feeling your tiny dildo could never come close to giving you. “Renjun-ah, she’s gripping me so tight. Fuck. We found ourselves a perfect little whore.” Talking about you as if you weren’t even there, mouth occupied, unable to speak, added to the humiliation tenfold and embarrassingly made you hornier than ever. As Donghyuck sped up his thrusts, the sounds of messy sex filled the room, riling up Renjun even more. Drool ran as far down to your breasts as he thrusted, one of your hands now gripping your boob for support. “You want me to cum all over those pretty tits? Hmm?” You nodded as much as you could with the little space you had, the visual of that almost sending you over the edge.

Donghyuck pressed one finger to your clit, making you slap Renjun’s knee so hard he pulled off with a surprised groan. “Fuck! Oh fuck, please, please…” You didn’t know what you were begging for, but Donghyuck pulled out, manhandling you as he pleased. Bending your hips, he pressed your thighs to your chest, pushing his entire length in as both your legs resting over one of his shoulders. This new position took your breath away, your mouth falling apart into a pornographic ‘O’ shape. Donghyuck’s eyebrows furrowed, and you felt him release inside you. Thumbing your clit, your hips jerked off the bed and you cried. “Oh my god! P-please, ah, I’m gonna, oh fuck!”

“That’s it, my baby. Soak the sheets for me.” With one final cry, you squirted the hardest you had ever done before, clit throbbing as you came down from your high. You felt Renjun gently move one arm away from your chest before cumming himself all over your breasts as promised, pleasured moans and stutters of your real name escaping him as he did.

My baby. You pulled Donghyuck near you, crying in his shoulder as he rubbed your back gently, bare skin against skin. “Shhh, you’re okay. It’s okay.” You felt Renjun pull your hand to his lips, kissing the back of your hand gently as you breathed deeply. “Good girl. You did so well. So perfect for us.”

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sls!reader x brother!matt x brother!chris x brother!nick

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You always did everything with your older brothers growing up. They were kind of like your role models if you will. It has always been you and them growing up and no one else. So when you guys started doing a YouTube career together, filming car videos with all of you in the car ranting about really your sibling problems mostly because let’s be honest you guys do go at it from time to time but also just entertaining your fans along the way.

You guys eventually moved out to LA to expand and that within itself has been an experience because they were 3 boys and you were the only girl in the house.

“Chris did you drink the last Pepsi”

You huff out dressed in you matching brown fresh love set looking in the fridge to find none left as they were all sitting on the couch.

“Uh yeah”

Chris states nonchalantly as you roll your eyes knowing you told him specifically not to drink it because it was yours and since he drank the rest of the case itself.

“Whatever I cant even”

You state walking back into your room which was across the hallway from Matt’s on the main floor of the house.

Over time you and the boys started getting into more arguments that quite frankly were just so stupid and over absolutely nothing. Until one day you guys got into it so bad that you couldn’t stand it anymore being in the same place as them, living with them.

“Why the fuck are you always hanging around us it’s like you don’t have a fucking life”

Matt exclaims yelling at you tears already forming in your matching light blue orbs. See this was not where this argument was going, you had gotten mad at chris for being so messy and Nick and Matt was not doing shit about it.

“I mean he’s not fucking wrong like you could go get a friend of some kind and get your own place so you wouldn’t even have to deal with this messy life of Chris or us for that matter’’

Nick huffs out simply irritated that this is even an argument but couldn’t back down even though they way Matt brought it up to you because he was right and it was true.

You couldn’t believe the things you were hearing from your brothers mouths in the moment you didn’t know what to say you couldn’t reply if you tried. Were you that much of a problem around them you never thought that you could be suffocating them but that was because you loved them and loved being around them but I guess they didn’t feel the same and it was coming out years later.

“Whoa wait guys seriously”

Chris states sighing out knowing that even if it might be true Matt and Nick were wrong for saying it to your face like that. Chris was always the one to fix issues between us amongst the sibling circle simply because he hated when anyone was mad at each other but also mad at him for the matter it genuinely hurt him to his core.

“um yeah I think I’m going to go so I can get a life”

You choke out quietly heading to your room to pack your stuff to head over to your friend Madison’s house.

You knock on her door eventually being greeted by a concerned Madison.

“Whoa oh my god what- what happened my love”

Madison coos out as you fall into her arms sobbing as she tightly wraps her arms around you.

“My- s-stupid brothers- nick and matt”

You sob out your Boston accent becoming more apparent between sobs.

“Here come inside sit down let’s get you some water”

Madison urges pulling you and all your stuff in the living room.

“What did they say”

Madison asks sitting down next to handing you the glass of water trying to continue the conversation you had started at her doorstep.

“Matt and Nick don’t like having me around”

You sob out taking the glass from her as Madison’s face morphs into confusion.

“ no that can’t be true they love you there’s no way they truly think that”

Madison states as Presley hops on the couch to comfort you.

“No you don’t understand they did you should have seen Matt’s face and Nick just fucking agreed with him and Chris- I need to get my own place i don’t want to suffocate them any longer”

You finish letting out a sigh petting presely’s head in the process.

“How about this stay here for a couple of days and let them cool down and if you think you want to move out we can be roomies I have plenty I of space”

Madison offers as you simply smile and nod.

“Okay I have to go to the studio real quick but I will be back. You can order a pizza or something I love you ok”

Madison quips as she stands up grabbing her keys and heading out.

“It’s so quiet in here now that-“

Nick states letting out a sigh as the three of them sit at the kitchen table. It had been a couple of days since the blow up between you and your brothers and you hadn’t spoken to them or even texted them once. It was really hard because you missed them but you didn’t forget what they honestly stated and confessed to you.

“Ugh I feel really bad but I just want her to not be so dependent-“

Matt huffs out Chris abruptly stands up getting frustrated with his brothers.

“No no NO you guys don’t get to say shit guys think about it it has always be us and her no one else, and you’re not looking at it from her point of view and I’m sick and tired of it you guys need to fix this shit now because she’s ignoring me because you two can’t keep your shit together”

Chris trails off as Matt and Nick stare at his brother in guilt.

“if you need me don’t”

Chris exclaims finally grabbing his phone heading downstairs to his room to grab his keys to go to Madison’s house because he knew you would be there where else would you go.

Chris never got angry or yelled about anything unless his brothers pissed him off directly but the fact that you were ignoring him too because of nick and Matt was hurting him.

“I got it”

You excitedly state getting up from the couch to answer the door to see Chris.

“Chris um hi”

You quietly state stepping outside and closing the door behind you folding your arms over your chest.

“Why are you here”

You ask you knew why he was here because Chris didn’t do anything at all and you were only ignoring him because I mean those are his triplet brothers for crying out loud.

“Um I wanted to see how you were doing”

Chris quickly rambles out as you quirk an eyebrow up at him knowing that’s not fully why he is standing on Madison’s door step.

“Okay I miss you and I know you can’t come home because the shit going on with Matt and Nick but you really hurt me shutting me out when I don’t think you are suffocating us”

He huffs out honestly as your face softens at his words.

“You put up with my suffocation the most if anything because I am always on you meaning hugging you and being around you in general but that’s just because”

Chris states as you cut him off.

“You love me and I love you too I’m sorry it’s just nick and Matt really believe that shit and it’s fucked up I have done nothing but support all of you because I love you guys it was sh- I’m sorry for ignoring you it was never you”

You sigh out as Chris brings you quickly in for a hug.

“Um im thinking about moving in with Madison she offered”

You shyly speak up and you were considering it. Even if you guys had fixed and resolved your issues you still realized it was time to do you own thing for your sake.

“Oh okay that’s good for you kid”

Chris chuckles out as you roll your eyes.

“I’m not your kid”

You giggle out as Chris just chuckles.

It had gotten better between you and Chris and he was spending more time with you at Madison’s house because things were still tense with Nick and Matt but today Chris was making you go back to the house to start packing since you had made up your mind about moving in with Madison. You two entered into the shared house exchanging giggles about something stupid that was said while coming up the steps.

“Oh Chris said you two were going to be out”

You quietly speak out looking at Chris after looking at the pair sitting on the couch once you two reach the main floor of the house.

“Well i will be out of here shortly I just need to start packing my stuff’

You quietly state getting ready to head to your room until Matt speaks up finally breaking the silence.

“Wait I’m sorry sis”

Matt huffs out honestly as he and Nick stand up from the couch.

“We’re sorry we didn’t mean anything we said”

Nick adds on as you let out a soft sigh.

“The last thing I-we want is to push you out when we like having you here”

Matt states as they had finally made their way over to you and Chris.

“Yeah I know I just really missed you guys honestly”

You pout out as nick and matt bring you into a group hug.

“Don’t forget me”

Chris exclaims joining in on the group hug.

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CHAPTER THREE - KEVYN

Pairing: Natalie Scatorccio x Isabel Taylor (oc)

Summary: Natalie makes a new friend.

Word Count: 2949

A/N: Chapter Three yayyy!!! I hope you guys are enjoying! This is a bit of a longer chapter. Feel free to send me an ask if you have any ideas or questions about the fic!! Anyways happy reading!!

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1991 - Late 7th Grade

The cafeteria was loud.

Trays slammed onto tables, sixth graders were tossing bits of sandwich at each other, and someone was yelling way too loud over the noise.

Isabel pushed the peas around her plate with her fork, barely paying attention to anything around her.

She didn't even notice Natalie making her way over until she dropped a brown paper bag onto the table with a thud.

"Bleach is not better than Nevermind."

A guy Isabel had never seen before dropped into the seat beside Natalie with a groan.

"Oh my God, yes, it is!"

Isabel blinked, confused, looking over to Natalie for some kind of explanation as to who the guy was.

“Oh, right,” Natalie said, like she’d just remembered. “This is Kevyn. He just moved here.”

Kevyn offered a wave, "Hey."

Isabel stared at him for a second, then turned back to Natalie, who took a bite of her apple, acting like Kevyn sitting with them was totally normal.

A second later, Van showed up, tray in hand, sliding into the seat next to Isabel, raising an eyebrow at Kevyn.

"New guy?" Van asked.

Isabel nodded.

Still caught up in her argument with Kevyn, Natalie barely looked up as she gestured in their direction. "Kevyn, this is Isabel and Van."

Kevyn didn’t really acknowledge them. He just gave them a quick nod and kept talking.

Van shot Isabel a look that clearly said, Wow. Rude.

Isabel just shrugged. She wasn’t sure what to make of the situation, and it was clear Natalie wasn’t about to give any more of an explanation.

"Nevermind is fine," Kevyn continued, "but Bleach? That's real music. Nevermind sounds too mainstream."

Oh. He was one of those guys.

Great.

Natalie rolled her eyes, "that doesn't automatically make it better."

"It kinda does." Kevyn retorted.

Isabel chewed on her juice box straw, watching the interaction.

She was used to Natalie arguing about music. Usually, it was with her, not some guy she barely knew.

Isabel sighed, returning to her lunch.

Ten minutes later, Kevyn was still talking about "real music," and Isabel had had enough.

"Dude, we get it."

Kevyn stopped ranting and looked over at her.

"What? You don't like Nirvana?"

"No."

Natalie snorted. "Izzie, you like some songs; you said you like Something In The Way."

"Really?" Kevyn asked, intrigued.

Isabel shrugged. "It's nice, I guess."

Kevyn seemed pleased enough with the answer.

"Good pick," he said, turning back to Natalie, "Anyway.."

Isabel rolled her eyes and went back to picking at her food.

Natalie kicked Isabel's leg.

"Ow, Nat!" Isabel groaned.

"Izzie likes music too," Natalie told Kevyn, ignoring Isabel's glare from across the table.

Kevyn glanced over at her again.

"Yeah? Like what?"

Isabel shrugged, "Fleetwood Mac-"

"Fleetwood Mac? Seriously?" Kevyn interrupted, pulling a face.

Isabel frowned.

"Yeah."

Kevyn groaned. "Dude, that’s like… mom music."

Isabel didn't know how to respond.

"Did your Mom get you into them or something?"

Isabel froze.

"No, she didn't." She mumbled, gripping her fork tighter.

Van was still eating, quietly watching the interaction.

Kevyn hadn't noticed.

"But hey, it’s none of my business if you like grocery store music," he shrugged.

Natalie nudged her foot under the table. "You good?"

Isabel nodded, shoving food into her mouth. "Mhm."

Van gave Isabel a look that said I know you're lying.

Natalie didn't look convinced either.

"You sure?"

Isabel forced a smile.

"I'm fine, Nat."

*    *    *

Isabel wasn’t getting any work done. Her math book had been open on the same page for an hour.

She tapped her pencil on her desk, staring at the stupid problem.

Simplify the expression: 3(2x + 4) - 5x =

Isabel hated math. She didn't see the point, and numbers just confused her.

She sighed, got up, slammed her math book shut, and walked out of her room, heading straight into Jackie’s without knocking.

Jackie didn't even look up. She was sitting cross-legged on her bed, flipping through a magazine.

Isabel flopped onto the bed face first and sighed dramatically into the comforter.

"Your room too boring?" Jackie asked, unbothered.

"Mhm."

It was quiet for a while as Jackie finished reading the section she was on.

"Why aren't you hanging out with Natalie today?" Jackie asked, flipping the magazine closed and putting it down on her nightstand.

Isabel made a noise that wasn't really a word.

Jackie nudged her with her foot.

"Words, Izzie."

Isabel sighed, rolling over onto her back.

"She’s probably with Kevyn," Isabel muttered.

Jackie leaned back against the pillows, stretching her legs out in front of her. "Is he the new kid?"

"Yeah."

She glanced over, raising an eyebrow. "What's he like?"

Isabel frowned.

"Annoying."

Jackie snorted. "You think everyone is annoying."

"Not everyone," Isabel said, reaching over to grab the magazine Jackie had just set on her nightstand. "Just people who suck."

Jackie rolled her eyes, snatching the magazine back.

"What did he do?"

She thought about it for a second, then sighed.

"He acts like I'm not even there unless Natalie drags me into their conversation."

Jackie nodded. "Okay… yeah, that’s annoying."

"He just showed up out of nowhere the other day and started acting like he and Natalie have been best friends forever," Isabel grumbled. "He never shuts up, and he thinks he knows everything about music just 'cause he read one interview or something."

"Tragic."

"And when he sits with us, he only talks to Nat, like she’s the only person there," Isabel continued, ignoring Jackie. "And even when Van sits with us, he won’t even look at me or her unless he’s trying to sound cooler than us or whatever."

Jackie looked at her for a moment, then shrugged.

"Maybe he has a crush on her."

Isabel huffed. "If he does, maybe he should actually try talking to her friends."

She paused, then added, almost as an afterthought, "Van was never that rude."

Jackie glanced at her curiously.

"What do you mean?"

Isabel shrugged, sitting up. "When Natalie introduced me to Van, she actually talked to me." She picked at a loose thread on her jeans. "Like she actually wanted to get to know me. She never acted like I wasn’t there."

Jackie thought about that for a moment before saying, "Maybe he just sucks at making friends."

"Maybe he just sucks."

Jackie grinned.

"Probably."

Isabel shuffled back to lean against the pillows.

Then, as if suddenly remembering something important, she said, "Oh- and he called Fleetwood Mac 'Mom Music.'"

Jackie raised an eyebrow.

"He what?"

"He called Fleetwood Mac ‘Mom Music,’" Isabel repeated, crossing her arms. 

Jackie frowned. "And he knew you liked them?"

"Yeah."

Jackie made a face. “Wow. Rude.”

"Thank you!" Isabel huffed.

Jackie flopped back against her pillows, turning to face her sister. "So, are you gonna tell Natalie her new friend sucks?"

"I can't tell her that."

"Why not?" Jackie asked, frowning.

Isabel rolled her eyes. "Because she likes him."

Jackie considered that for a second, then shrugged, grinning. "Well… sucks for you, I guess."

Isabel kicked her.

"Ow!" Jackie laughed.

She nudged Isabel back with her foot, still grinning.

"You'll figure it out."

Isabel sighed but didn't argue.

"Yeah… I guess."

*    *    *

The hallway was crowded with kids shoving past each other, lockers slamming, and everyone talking over each other as they grabbed their books for the next class.

Isabel had math next with Natalie, but unfortunately, so did Kevyn.

Isabel walked behind them, staying quiet. She didn't really want to deal with Kevyn’s stupid comments today.

They were talking about music again, some band she didn't know the name of. She wasn’t really paying attention.

"What, no opinion?" Kevyn asked, glancing back at her with a smirk.

Natalie cut in before she could respond.

"Izzie doesn't really like them."

Kevyn snorted, "of course she doesn't."

Isabel sighed. She really wasn’t in the mood for this.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Natalie asked, raising an eyebrow.

Kevyn shrugged. “Nothing. Some people just only like music that’s mainstream.”

If he said mainstream one more time, Isabel swore she was going to hit him. Instead, she just kept walking. There wasn’t a point in responding.

Natalie frowned, "that's not true. Izzie likes-"

Kevyn cut her off before she could finish. "Whatever's playing on the radio?"

Isabel stopped walking. Maybe if she stood here long enough, they’d get far enough ahead that she wouldn’t have to listen to Kevyn talk anymore.

Natalie walked a few more steps before realizing Isabel wasn’t with them. She turned back, looking concerned.

"Izzie?"

Isabel didn't respond.

Kevyn hadn't noticed. He was already talking about something new.

Natalie walked back to where Isabel was, grabbing her hand and pulling her along with them.

"You good?" she asked.

Isabel forced a smile, "yeah, why wouldn't I be?"

Natalie didn't look convinced but turned back to Kevyn, still holding Isabel's hand.

Kevyn still hadn't noticed.

*    *    *

As soon as class ended for lunch, Isabel went straight to find Van.

She’d had enough of Kevyn rambling about 'real music' for one day.

The moment she spotted Van, she didn’t waste any time. “You wanna sit somewhere else today?”

Van glanced over at their usual table. Kevyn already seemed to be ranting about something.

Van nodded.

"Yeah."

They found a table on the other side of the cafeteria.

Van stabbed her straw into her juice box. "If he says 'actually' one more time, I’m throwing this at his head."

Isabel snorted, "I swear he acts like he invented music."

Van rolled her eyes. "I mean, I knew he was one of those guys, but I didn't think he'd be this bad."

"He's worse than bad." Isabel grumbled, taking a bite out of her sandwich. "You know what really annoyed me today though?"

Van raised an eyebrow. "What?"

"When Nat told him I didn't like the band they were talking about, he said, 'Some people only like music that's mainstream.'"

Van rolled her eyes. "Oh, because liking mainstream music is such a crime."

Isabel picked at her sandwich. "And when Nat tried to tell him what music I actually like, he just cut her off!"

"Wow. What a jerk." Van took a sip of her juice. "No wonder you ditched."

Then, after a moment, she said, “Have you ever noticed how weird he gets when Natalie says she’s been at your house?”

Isabel frowned. “What do you mean?”

Van shrugged. "On Wednesday, Nat mentioned she hadn’t been home all week, and when she said she’d been staying at your place, he got all weird about it."

Isabel huffed, "That's none of his business anyway. Why does he care if she sleeps at mine?"

"Exactly!" Van agreed, "It's so strange."

Isabel thought for a moment before saying, "Jackie thinks he has a crush on Nat."

Van grinned, "oh my god, that makes so much sense!"

Isabel let out a laugh.

Van snorted, "no wonder he keeps trying to act cool around her."

"Yeah, well, he just looks dumb." Isabel said, taking another bite of her sandwich.

It was quiet for a while as they ate their food.

Isabel finished her sandwich and then turned to Van.

"What's your excuse for avoiding him?"

Van shrugged, "he's annoying."

Isabel grinned, "Yeah, he is."

Van took a sip of her juice. “So, are we ditching him again tomorrow?”

Isabel hesitated. “I don’t know....”

Van gave her a look. “Izzie.”

Isabel sighed. “I don’t wanna stop sitting with Nat.”

Van nodded like she already knew that.

They both glanced over at their usual table. Kevyn was still talking, his hands waving like he was explaining the secrets of the universe.

Van smirked. “Maybe he’ll sit somewhere else.”

Isabel let out a laugh. “Yeah, in my dreams.”

*    *    *

Isabel pushed through the crowd, heading straight for Natalie’s locker. She just wanted to find her so they could leave.

She heard him before she even saw him.

Natalie and Kevyn were standing by Natalie's locker, laughing about something.

Isabel walked up to Natalie, grabbing her hand, silently letting her know she was ready to leave.

Kevyn glanced at her, "Oh, your shadow's here." he laughed.

Isabel’s fists tightened. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

He shrugged, still grinning. “You’re always right behind Nat. Y'know, like a shadow. It’s kinda funny.”

Isabel just glared at him.

“I just don’t get it.” Kevyn continued.

“What don’t you get?” Isabel asked, crossing her arms.

“Why you’re always here.” He smirked. “Don’t you have any other friends?”

Natalie rolled her eyes, "Kev, knock it off."

Kevyn ignored her, still focused on Isabel.

“I mean, I know you two have been friends forever, but do you, like, not have your own thing?”

Well, Isabel thought, maybe if you actually tried to get to know me, you’d know.

“It’s just kinda weird, y’know,” Kevyn continued with a shrug. “When I hang out with Nat, we talk about music. What do you guys even talk about?”

Isabel’s jaw clenched.

“Yeah?” she said sharply. “Well, you know what I find weird? You acting like you actually matter.”

Kevyn scoffed, "Jesus, what's your problem?"

Natalie shifted slightly, glancing between them, "guys, can we not do this right now."

Kevyn ignored her again.

"No, really. What's your problem?" he asked. I get you don't like me or whatever, but Nat is allowed to have other friends, you know."

Isabel rolled her eyes, "Obviously. That’s why I’ve been listening to you talk for weeks."

Kevyn laughed, shaking his head. "Oh my God, you're seriously mad that I hang out with her? That’s pretty sad, dude."

"Pretty sad?" Isabel repeated, narrowing her eyes, "What’s actually sad is how you think knowing three bands makes you an expert on music."

Kevyn’s smirk faltered, only for a second. "At least I don’t need Nat to hold my hand all the time."

Natalie tensed.

Isabel rolled her eyes. "Right, because that would actually require someone actually wanting to hold your hand."

"Well, at least I'm not some clingy freak who can't take a hint!" Kevyn shot back.

Natalie’s face fell. "Kev-"

Before Isabel could even think about what she was doing, she lunged at him.

"Izzie, don't-" Natalie protested, grabbing her arm, yanking her back before she could push him.

Isabel froze, Natalie still holding onto her arm.

Kevyn looked shocked.

"Jesus, you're crazy."

Isabel blinked, straightened, and shook off Natalie's grip. Then, she smiled.

"At least I'm not a loser who thinks liking Nirvana makes him better than everyone else."

Kevyn’s face hardened, but Isabel didn’t give him a chance to respond. She just shot him a glare before walking away without another word.

She wasn’t going to wait for Natalie, not if Kevyn was going to be with her.

Natalie was still frozen, watching Isabel disappear down the hall.

Kevyn turned to her, grinning like he had just won a prize.

"See what I mean? She's-"

But Natalie didn’t let him finish. She turned to him, face serious.

"Don’t talk to her like that again."

Kevyn blinked, looking confused.

She didn’t wait for a response. She just turned and followed Isabel, leaving Kevyn standing alone, for once, completely speechless.

*    *    *

The parking lot was still busy.

Isabel wiped a tear from her cheek. She was still upset, not just at Kevyn but at everything.

Natalie finally caught up with her, reaching for her arm.

"Hey," she said softly, "are you okay?"

Isabel stopped walking, just for a second. She pulled her arm back, turning to face Natalie.

"I don't know Nat. Stop pretending you care."

Natalie's face fell, "are you serious?"

Isabel didn't respond. She just started walking away again, arms crossed tightly.

"That's not fair, Izzie!" Natalie called, chasing after her, "You know I care."

Isabel just shook her head, wiping another tear from her cheek.

"Just forget it."

"No." Natalie said firmly, grabbing Isabel's arm to keep her from walking away again. "Tell me what's wrong."

Isabel scoffed, "Like you don't already know."

Natalie sighed, frustrated. " I don't know Izzie. I get that you don't like Kevyn, I get that he annoys you, but you act like he's ruining your life."

Isabel let out a shaky laugh. "He acts like I don’t even exist, Nat!"

Natalie frowned. "What?"

Isabel sighed, shaking her head and pulling her arm back. "Every time he sits with us, he never talks to me unless it’s to make some stupid comment about how bad my taste is or to act like I follow you around!" her voice wavered. "And you- you just let him!"

"Iz-," Natalie reached for her hand, but Isabel moved away, wiping at her cheeks again.

"And you don't talk to me anymore," Isabel said quietly, biting back more tears.

Natalie blinked, confused.

"That's not true."

"Yeah?" Isabel asked, "When's the last time you actually told me anything?"

Natalie frowned, "Izzie, I have been at your house all week, and we hang out every day at school-"

"you spend the whole time talking to Kevyn about Nirvana like I'm not even there!"

Natalie crossed her arms defensively. "Isabel, you don't even like Nirvana."

Isabel hesitated for a moment before she mumbled, "Yeah… but you do."

Natalie’s expression softened.

Isabel looked away. "You used to tell me everything, even the stuff I wasn't interested in."

"Izzie.."

Isabel looked back at Natalie.

Natalie sighed, "I didn't mean to. I just... I figured, y'know, you don't like the same stuff."

Isabel shrugged, "I like you."

Natalie exhaled. She really hadn't meant to stop telling Isabel things.

"Okay," she said, "I'll tell you next time, even if you think it's dumb."

"It is dumb," Isabel said with a teasing smile.

Natalie grinned, taking her hand. "Yeah, well, so are you."

She squeezed Isabel's hand, pulling her along.

"C'mon, let's go."

[sinner-sunflower]

A HH Lucifer-centric AU 15/?

PART 1, PART 2, PART 3, PART 4, PART 5, PART 6, PART 7, PART 8, PART 9, PART 10, PART 11, PART 12, PART 13, PART 14, PART 16, PART 17, PART 18, PART 19, PART 20, PART 21, PART 22

hooo weee this is a long one. A reaction chapter part 1

A few things to clear up:

Sir Pentious is in Heaven

They do not know that yet.

He'll have a part in the sequel!

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Charlie is beyond worried.

She and the entirety of Pride sat in anticipation as Hell's highest powers perform the ritual again. Her dad disappeared a month ago and in his absence, she thinks she had handled Pride rather well. Vaggie and her friends were a big help though, as well as her uncles and aunts if they could.

Charlie has not missed once broadcast ever since it aired. Every time she looks for her dad among the demons and every time she's disappointed.

She keeps watching anyway in support- no matter how busy she was. The hotel residents do the same, dropping what they were doing to all sit in the couch together and watch this 'til it ended. The first time it aired created a mass panic that Charlie had to induce a Hellshake to placate her people. It somehow worked.

After the panic, it became the biggest hit "show" in Pride, resulting in the production of legit merch and even a few parodies- like it's just a game, like this can't kill them all.

That craze lasted almost 2 weeks but even the fanatics stopped watching when it was apparent that this wasn't a quick fix. Panic again then calm then panic- over and over and over again.

Vaggie: Babe?

Charlie: Hey, Vaggie.

Charlie tried to give her lover her usual smiles but she thinks she haven't given one ever since her dad left. Worry and guilt are eating her whole and she's just trying to stay afloat.

Vaggie: Hey, come on. What's going on in that pretty head of yours?

Charlie: Flatterer.

Vaggie: Not wrong though. But don't try to change the subject. .. Is it about your dad?

Charlie: I don't think I remember a time in a hundred years when it wasn't. When did it go so wrong, Vaggie? We were so happy when I was a kid..

Something inside the princess whispered her mother's name. She shakes off that thought because there's no way. Her mom and dad loved each other.

'But then why did they split? Why did your mom leave? Why did your dad fall in love with someone again?'

The voices are making a point but there's no chance her dad was going to tell her everything and it's not like her mom is even an option.

When Vaggie told her that Alastor and her dad were something, she tried to think of every moment she saw of her dad and the radio demon together after the hotel was rebuilt. The princess of Hell trusts Alastor but she doesn't know if she can trust him with her dad.

But..

Charlie: Dad is happier.

Vaggie: Huh?

Charlie: Sorry. Was thinking of him and how Alastor is probably helping him come out more than I am.

Vaggie: Hey hey. I know your dad would be devastated if he knew you were thinking that. He loves you and you love him, right?

Charlie: More than anything.

Vaggie: That's my girl. Now why don't we-

Cherri: Holy shit! Guys! The broadcast turned on again!

All of them rushed to the lobby upon hearing the cyclops yell. They thought it was over 30 minutes ago when the nth overlord and Goetia fainted. Guess Vox was a bit afraid he would be next and turned it off to save face.

Angel: Holy shit!

Holy shit indeed. The one on the screen is none other than her dad! And a beautiful lady in white?

Husk: Who the fuck is that?

Nifty: She looks so clean! I wanna know what products she use.

Vaggie: Do you know who that is?

Charlie: Probably who dad was looking for.

Goodie: Such words! Angel, was self-preservation not included when you gave them the fruit of knowledge? Lucifer: Apparently not.

Okay, they clearly missed out on some context because her dad just arrived and he's mad. They watch as Lucifer grabs Velvette's face hard enough to bleed. Everyone is kneeling and seem to be locked in place. Husk eyes Alastor's monstrous form in the background warily.

Husk: Something happened.

Lucifer: I can't blame you. I was not the most present ruler, after all. But I thought I made something very clear when I dealt with that moth man.... I guess one example isn't enough.

One moment Velvette was struggle and the next her fucking jaw is gone!

Angel: Holy shit!

Husk: Ugh! You keep saying that. Don't you have any other words than holy shit?

Angel: 'M sorry, Huskie. But what else am I supposed to say to that huh??

Charlie's winces but her eyes are still glued to the screen as her dad summons his flaming sword and brings it down to the pink demon.

Lucifer: So, let me keep it simple. I'm Lucifer Morningstar. The creator of the first sin. The angel that damned humanity. Í̷̫̈́́͂̒̚̕͝͝͝'̶̨̛̺̤̿̀͒͛̂̿͋̄̑͆́͘͠͝M̴̝̯̖̦͍̽̎̏͆̔ ̴̛̛̄̋̈̑̓̀̓̃̄͐͗ͅŸ̷͇̙̟͈̭̥̬̻̙͔̠̱́̽̊̊ͅÔ̵̤͙͈̬̫̪͕̼͍͌̀̔͜U̴͈̼͖̯̤͌̀̀̓̾̔͆̈́̊͑͗̕͠͝R̵̨̹͍̦͒͌̋͒͆͌̄͛̓͑̔́͜ ̸̝͑̐̀̉̃͠͝F̵̞͖̮̗̗̜̯̯͔̮͒̊͒̈́̈́́̽́̂̂͑̎͝U̵̟̙̱̙̯̤̼̙͈̳̘̫͊̈̀C̷̙̞̔̅̊͌͋K̷̖͙̼̪̠̾̄̅̾͘I̵̛̩̘̜͖̩̙̿̐̽́͊́̒͆̆̎̑͗N̴̤̏̂͝G̸͋̋̍ͅ ̵̡͈̩̹̗̹̝̻̬͍̗̬̲̳̟̍͋̽͛̒̉̍͊͑̑̋̅̽Ḳ̷̡̬͔̞̱̤̬̮͉̙͇̪͛̅͊̚I̵̤͙̪̞̝͔̱͎̜̩̖̺̟͔̙͊Ṉ̵͈̤̘͚̻̙̼̓͂̌͋́̎͜ͅĢ̸̭͔͇̹̹̳̭͋̓̒͗̈́̉̈́̂̚.

They all had to avert their eyes as a giant ball of flame came down to finish Velvette off.

Lucifer: Û̶̪̌͐́̂̆͠͠n̸̛̟͕̱͍̫̘̻̣̱͈͈͇̱̜͛̓͗̏̅̇͋̒͆͊̓͗̚͠d̷̢̢̨̼̙͈̞͈͓͈͙̂̌͋̔̂̉̍̈́͆̿̈́̕͘͜͠e̵̛͍̯̫̼̫̐͛̊̒̆̉̓̊̽̓̒̒̚͘ŗ̶̨̢̧̮̜͙̪̹̯̙̪̤̠̝̓́̒̋͆̆̓̿͐̄̓̕̚̕ş̷̛̮͖̰̝̟͇͕̟̞̳̟̪̥̂̀̈́̈͗́̿̐̔̎̕̕͠t̶̮̖̭̹͓͉̪̣̦͙̖͍́͐͂̑͒̑͂̑̾̓̍̊͝ô̵̥͓̥͐̄̏̀̾̀̽̆ò̴̜͇̣̣̳͖̗̹̟̇̓͑͝ͅd̸̨̨͈͓̠͑͑̒̎̈́͘͠?̸̟̎̈

Even the sinners in the safety of the hotel nodded in fear. Lucifer made a delighted noise and with a clap, Velvette is back in one piece, albeit trembling in Vox's arms.

Lucifer: What? Do you really think I killed her? Sounds counterproductive. We still have a situation at hand and you are no use to me dead. Goodie: Up now! My sister is becoming restless.

Everyone let out a breath they didn't know they were holding. Angel collapsed to Husk's side, when did he even stand up? Nifty didn't move a muscle but her maniacal smile is gone. Cherri started fiddling with an ignited bomb out of nowhere which Angel had to move to throw.

Goodie: Remember, angel, if this fails, you must do what I have told you. Lucifer: Let's start.

Angel: Holy shit.

Holy shit indeed.

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Part 16 will be the 2nd part of the reaction before Lucifer goes in!

Dk if I will post on Wednesday as it will be my birthday! yayy

[stormberry-12]

faceless // P3: yes sir. negative ~ charles leclerc x reader

pairing: charles leclerc x fem!driver!reader

includes/authors notes: language, lack of equal rights/ gender equality, readers an unknown figure in the races, fem!reader's gender assumed as male, use of "y/n". So sorry this took so long, I've had some mega writters block and no motivation really. But I hope it's still good and thank you so much for all the kind feedback, it means a lot! <3

Bold Italics are the past.

Normal Italics are thoughts.

summary: "There is a new mysterious driver on the grid. Nobody knows who he is, the only thing we know is that he races for Red Bull with the number 66. Other drivers call him the faceless driver for none have ever seen his face or heard him speak. The faceless driver is a legend in the making and even giving Lewis Hamilton and Max Verstappen a run for their money…”

"No fucking way mate," Lando choked out his words, "Holy fuck-" 

Lando's face had never looked so shocked, he scratched the inner corner of his left eye as if he thought he was seeing something. And when his eyes focused back on you, you could see his mind filling with questions. His eyes flickered from the helmet sitting on the ground to the tears brimming in your eyes.

"Oh my god," you sobbed into your hands as your mind began to race. 

Should you run away? 

'Oh, sorry Lando, no you must have seen my celebrity doppelganger in the suit earlier. It wasn't me-"

"No wait, don't cry-" he protested, rushing over and crouching down next to you on the ground, "You're my idol, I'm like obsessed with your driving, you're frickin' amazing-"

"Oh, shut up Lando!" you snapped, instantly feeling bad for yelling in his face. He was silent for a moment, not taken aback by your outburst though. "Sorry," you whispered.

You looked up to see him scanning your face intently. "You haven't told Charles yet," he said matter-of-factly like he could read your life all of a sudden.

You shook your head.

"Who else knows?"

"Just you and Christian-"

"Heh, I'm so special,"

"Lando stop!" you cried quietly, feeling more tears forming. "You weren't supposed to find out and I'm so going to get fired for this-"

"Why would you be fired?" he asked,  "You're the driver keeping Red Bull afloat right now while Max is shittin' the bed,"

"Because. It's part of my contract that no one knows who I am,"

"Who came up with that shit?"

You furrowed your eyebrows at him, "What shit?"

"Your contract rules," he said.

"We both did. I didn't want to be in the media, I've never liked it. And Christian just agreed I guess-"

"But you and Charles were just in a video together, you've been doing media anyway," He chuckled dryly.

True.

"And you and Charles love each other, I can see it in your eyes, I don't think the media content is going to stop anytime soon. Frankly, they will ask you to do more now that you've already agreed once."

Also true.

"I understand that privacy is important to you but..."

"Yeah, I know, I know... you're right," you said, wiping tears away from under your eyes, thinking back to the tweets you had just read, "After the video went out I was expecting so much worse but nothing happened, I might need to take a chill pill."

"Maybe..." he said slowly. "And why should-"

"-I care what people on the internet think of me?" you stole the words right out of Lando's mouth, a smile growing on his face. "Charles tells me that every time I don't help with his Twitch streams,"

"Right, you're thinking like a media-trained F1 driver already!" he grinned. "Except, I don't think you're getting enough credit for your racing because you keep that helmet on all the damn time. Just one guy's opinion though,"

You hummed in response, getting lost in your own mind again.

"I won't tell a soul, I promise," He crossed his hand over his heart, "Scouts honor,"

For some reason, you felt you could trust Lando. You gave him a small smile and let your shoulders relax, taking deep breaths to calm your nerves. He stood up and offered you his hand, you took it gladly and rose to your feet. "I think you should talk to Christian about it,"

"I will, thanks Lan,"

"No problem," he winked, slowly stepping away, "And for what it's worth I truly meant what I said before. You're amazing, don't let them push you around or tell you otherwise. You gotta pave the way for all the little girls out there."

That shook you to your core. 

You had never thought about your career that way and it bothered you how oblivious you had been.

How could you not realize the impact you could be making for the girls who dream of racing just like you had? Who cared what some old guy on the internet thought about women in motorsport, he needed to grow up. And you needed to make a difference. It was all sliding into place.

Also, since when had Lando been that well-spoken in his life?

After a quick 'See you on track,' you and Lando parted ways towards your respected garages. Pulling your helmet over your face, you stepped out of the alleyway and marched towards the blue and red signs of the Red Bull garage.

Christian gave you a look through your visor as you walked up to the car, you just nodded, he hated it when you were late. You climbed into the car and tried to shake the nerves out of your body, you could see a camera in your peripherals, panning the garage and landing on you. 

Pave the way Y/n.

This newfound purpose gave you anxiety but at the same time a different kind of drive to your craft. You could feel the car hum beneath you, grateful for the all-clear from the team, you exited the garage to start warming up your tires.

"Radio check, you ready for this?"

"Yep. Copy." 

Shit, that sounded forced didn't it? Why were you acting so weird? Be yourself Y/n.

"Ah, not going to humor me today? That's too bad mate," Rick chuckled.

"Don't know why but it smells like barbeque in the car,"

"You've got a problem, change your fucking carrrr,"

"No, you change your car because Checo has been saying the car is fucked-"

This had Ricky howling with laughter over the mic.

"Okay, that's enough lads." Christian stepped in, pulling the plug on you and Rick mocking him.

"Fun police..." Ricky sighed.

"I'm not a fun police, do your job Richard."

"You are a fun police, I have it on record. I hAvE it, I hAve iT pRiNteD oUt!"

"66."

"Sorry." you replied, giggling to yourself and waving back at Lando as you passed.

"Damn it!" Charles cursed stomping towards the Ferrari garage. He had just spun out two races in a row and had to, unfortunately, retire from the race.

Walking into the garage he could feel all eyes on him as he stuffed his gloves and balaclava into his helmet angrily. A few engineers and his trainer gave him a reassuring pat on the shoulder as he walked past, but no one dared to interact with Charles while he was this livid.

He needed y/n.

She was who he always needed after a bad race, he walked to his driver's room remembering the spin-out from his previous race hoping that y/n would actually be there this time.

"Where's y/n?"

"I don't know mate, sorry. She disappeared a while ago," an engineer named Fred shrugged.

But of course, as he opened the door she was nowhere to be found once again. Thoughts ran through his mind a hundred miles per minute

Had she always left after he got into the car and never actually watched him race?

Is he not as important to her as she made it seem?

Was she just in this for the money like a few of the girls he had been with before?

No, y/n isn't like that. He told himself, but still, he felt that pang of uncertainty in his chest. It would certainly be the reason why whenever he asked for her opinion on his performance it was almost as if she didn't remember what happened, she would just nod, smile, and agree with whatever he said.

Charles sat down on the couch and shut the door to his room. The TV had the race on and he watched the 19 remaining cars complete lap after lap. 

He couldn't watch this anymore...

"Ohh! That was a nasty hit from Verstappen from behind- SOMEONE HAS SPUN INTO THE WALL AND IT LOOKS TO BE THE OTHER RED BULL!"

"Oh my, it is! I can tell you right now Crofty, Christian Horner is not going to be pleased about that,"

"The race has just been red-flagged and we are currently awaiting more news on the second Red Bull driver. Here's a replay, there's Max Verstappen in third and his teammate ahead of him in second."

"And Verstappen was told to hold position because both drivers were in the podium places, Max is slightly slower than his teammate with very worn tires, but he pushes them anyway and tries to go for the very forced overtake. And there it is! Now why does he swerve into his teammate?!? This is mind-boggling to me-"

Charles looked up from his phone and back to the television. A bright 66 is painted on the Red Bull that is in pieces on the edge of the track. And as the camera zooms into the smoking race car, the eerie silence in Charles's driver's room makes his chest tighten slightly.

"Oh dear, it seems we have no verbal conformation from the driver so as you can see the medical car has made it's way to the scene."

Charles watches the unconscious driver slowly get pulled from the car and layed on a stretcher right there on the side of the track. They lift the visor of his helmet and shine a light across the driver's face as their eyes flutter awake. Beautiful eyes that Charles had engraved in his brain from the moment he met her.

previous chapter // next chapter

[ktdragonborn]

Another Spencer. (Chapter 3)

Carlton Lassiter X Female Reader (Shawn's Sister)

Summary: You finally moved back to California after almost 15 years away. When your mom and dad separated, your dad got Shawn and your mom took you. (Don't ask me why it's just what they agreed on). But now you're back! And you never expected to meet such a dashing Detective that would sweep you off your feet.

Characters: You, Carlton, Shawn and Gus, Juilet, Henry Spencer (dad), Madeleine Spencer (mom), Chief Karan Vick, mention of many other characters.

Warnings: None as of now! There will be smut and other graphic scenes as the story progresses.

~This story follows the show Psych. Plots from episodes are mentioned and some chapters will have you added to them. I do not own any characters from the TV Psych, just a big fan of the show and a bigger fan of our boy Lassie. I couldn't ever find something that hit my craving for Lassiter so here I am. This will also be a very long story. Very long. I'm starting it towards the end of Season 2 and plan on writing it throughout the whole show, skipping some episodes but in the end, it'll be very long.~

Please let me know what you think in the comments! Let me know if you wanna be added to the tag list too!

Chapter 2.

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You walked into the Psych office and saw Gus sitting at his computer. He looked up at you with a frown. “(Y/n)? What are you doing here?” You let out an exasperated sigh. 

“Shawn called me and said you were in trouble. I came over as fast as I could.”

“I’m fine, thank you for checking though.”

“Where’s Shawn? I need to yell at him. I met a very nice man and we were basically on a date!”

“I don’t know where he is. I’m running some numbers for Psych. Trying to figure out where to make budget cuts so we stay afloat.”

“I was curious about how much you guys actually made, not that I doubt you guys but there’s only so many cases the SBPB can need you guys for.”

“Luckily, my job pays me so well I can use some of what I earn to put into Psych,” Gus sighed and lowered his eyebrows. “Hence, why I’m here on a Friday night.”

“Ah! (Y/n)! You got here much quicker than I thought,” Shawn announced as he walked into the office with Chinese takeout in his left hand. 

“Shawn, you told me Gus was in trouble, of course I got here quick! I left a very nice man at a bar because of you!”

“Well one, you’re welcome, he probably wasn’t good enough for you anyway,” Shawn said as he placed the food on his desk, the big brother in him coming out. “Second, Gus is in trouble!”

“What do you mean I’m in trouble?!” Gus exclaimed. 

“You!” Shawn pointed at Gus and sat down in his chair, “did not ask (Y/n) to dinner tonight like I told you to!” 

“That’s what this is about?” Gus sighed and looked at you. “Shawn did want to have dinner tonight, all three of us. I guess it slipped my mind.”

“No biggie honestly. If it was scheduled for this time I probably would’ve said no anyway,” you looked at your watch and read 8:20 PM.

“Besides Shawn, (Y/n) was basically on a date, I think she’s doing fine without us intermingling.”

“Whatever, I would need to meet this guy before I can give him the a-okay,” Shawn defended. You rolled your eyes at your brother and sat down on the couch. You knew they would know Carlton. As soon as he told you he was the head detective you knew Shawn and Gus would never approve and you really debated telling them about him but you know that wouldn’t go over well. You’ve heard the way these two talk about Carlton and know that you would have an ear full to listen to. 

“Well, what’s for dinner? The smell is making me hungry,” you said and Shawn smirked at you before bringing his chair over to you and placing the food on the coffee table. 

“The classic from our local takeout place!”

“The Chinese from the little shop up the road is really good,” Gus defended. 

“Okay, fine,” you sighed and sat down. The boys started talking about their latest endeavours and all you could think about was Carlton. You overheard Shawn mention something about a job he got- not as a psychic but as a stalker essentially.

“So you have to follow this guy?”

“Yeah,” Shawn added, looking at you. At this point, you had started paying attention. “Someone wants his dirty secrets exposed. I can’t tell you who, but I was given a good sum of money to dig up some dirt on him.”

“Who is this guy?”

“A good friend of the mayor, he’s the runner-up for some top position within the city.”

“Be careful then, he may have some bodyguards or something.”

“This isn’t the Vice President, (Y/n),” Shawn snickered and looked at Gus as he forked some food into his mouth. Gus and Shawn both started doing their fake chuckles and you rolled your eyes at them. You took another bite of food when suddenly your phone started ringing. 

“Who is it?” Gus asked, curious as to who could be calling you this late.

“Is it a client?” Shawn asked and tried to peep at the number. You stared at it, not recognizing the numbers on the screen. 

“Could be, I suppose. I haven’t opened up after hours calling though, I always tell my clients to call 911. Excuse me,” you said and stood up, walking into the lobby of Psych and sitting on the desk. “Hello?”

“(Y/n)? This is Carlton,” the man's voice echoed in your ears and you felt yourself smile. You spun around to see if Shawn and Gus were looking at you- they weren’t- too engrossed in their own conversation. 

“Hi, Carlton!” You tried not to sound too excited but the squeak in your voice gave it away. 

“Sorry to call so soon, I wanted to give you time to find out if your friend was okay, how is he?” you mentally slapped Shawn, adoring how caring and worried Carlton sounded. 

“Oh yeah, he’s ok! My brother, ever the drama queen, told me his friend was hurt so I would come over right away. Now they’re both in trouble because they interrupted our evening.”

“Is it too much to hope that we can continue tonight?” you blushed and looked down at the time. Only 30 minutes had passed since you got to Psych. It was almost nine… but it was a Friday night too.

“Are you still at the bar?”

“No.”

“Are you home?”

“No…I’m actually at the police department.”

“Well… I don’t see why we couldn’t meet up again,” You said, the heat rising to your face from your belly. Butterflies overtook your senses- and your brain, “Especially at such a romantic location.”

“We could meet somewhere else,” Carlton offered. You could hear others in the police department working and walking around.

“I’d love that, but if you’re working you should probably stay there. Why’d you go there anyway?”

“I didn’t want to go home yet, and I have a lot of paperwork to get done regarding the Wyles death.”

“I’ve seen that in the papers, very big case you’ve got there Detective.”

“Oh, you've seen it?” Carlton’s voice perked up. You could tell he was prideful about his cases, he wanted to show off his skills. 

“I have, it’s wrapping up soon isn’t it?”

“I’m finishing some aspects of the case now. But we’ll see.”

“Well, Detective,” you started and looked back at your brother and Gus. “As much as I would like to see you again, I don’t want to get in the way of your work. How about tomorrow morning? Want to get breakfast?”

“I’d like that.”

“Perfect,” you smiled and took a deep breath. “I haven’t lived here in a while but one of my favorite breakfast places is here, it was amazing as a child, I hope it's still good, if you’d like to meet there?”

“Absolutely, send me the address?”

“Right away, tomorrow at 8?”

“See you then,” Carlton said and hung up before you could say anything else. You jumped up from the desk, a big smile on your face. You held your phone tight to your chest and spun around to observe Shawn and Gus in the same spots you left them in. You took a deep breath and calmed down, returning to the room and sitting back down. 

“Everything good?” Shawn asked. 

“More than good,” you smiled and started to eat your dinner again. “I have a date tomorrow morning.”

~Embrace the deception~

You sat at the wire table that was outside of the cafe you grew up with. You and your mom came to this cafe all the time before you moved to Colorado. You looked at the time, 8:05. You weren’t worried- but for a Detective to not be on time? That was concerning. You had ordered two glasses of water and then ordered your go-to drink as you waited for Carlton to show up. You had picked up a copy of the Mirror, Santa Barbara’s main news source, for reliable information and you were reading through it. You frowned slightly when you saw that Carlton wasn’t in the paper at all. You flipped through the rest of the paper and reached the comic section. You sipped on your drink and smiled lightly at some of the comics. You checked the time again, 10 minutes had passed. You sighed and grabbed your phone, seeing if you had any missed calls. Shawn had texted you at 5:00 AM, something about a mummy escaping a museum, and was asking if you wanted to help him and Gus if you had the time. Flipping your phone open, you texted Shawn back, letting him know you could swing by the office later. You switched over to your texts with Carlton to make sure you sent the right address. Everything looked correct in your texts and you felt defeated. “Need a refill, ma’am?” the server came over to you and offered a small smile. You smiled back and nodded. 

“Yes please, I’ll hold out hope for a little longer.”

~Learn how to bend~

Carlton panicked when he saw the time. Everything had gotten away from him after he got called to the museum this morning. And then having to see Spencer so early- it was just one thing after another. He had noticed the time after Karen had informed himself and O’hara that she would be stepping down as Chief. He grabbed his keys and left the precinct, rushing to his car to get to your breakfast place. He was relieved when your breakfast place was close to the precinct, maybe you two could get more breakfast here- if he didn’t mess anything up with this date. He may or may not have broken some speed laws to get to you. He threw his car in park and jumped out, locking it quickly behind him. He looked down at his watch, 8:20. How had he been so careless? He hoped that you would still be there, although in his heart he knew you wouldn’t be. He rounded the corner and saw you. He slowed down a little bit, walking a normal pace as he took you in. You were stunning, he didn’t expect you to become more beautiful when he saw you in daylight. He noted the sad expression your face held. You looked at your watch and then looked around you, trying to find Carlton. He felt himself stumble when you finally saw him. The light in your eyes was bright and the smile you had on your face made his heart skip a beat. 

This was bad for Carlton, not because you were bad or anything, he just felt himself falling harder and harder for you, it wasn’t going to take long until you consumed his every thought. You stood up as Carlton walked into the cafe’s patio area and walked over to you. You embraced him in a tight hug and Carlton’s heart sped up more than he thought possible. “Thought you stood me up for a second there,” you laughed lightly and ended the hug, quickly sitting back down in your chair. 

“I was shocked to see you here still,” Carlton admitted, feeling terrible about being late. 

“Well, even if you didn’t show up, I couldn’t pass up my favorite breakfast,” you joked and smiled at him. “I read the paper today, but didn’t see anything about the case you’ve been working on.”

“I noticed that too,” he glanced over at your open paper, seeing the comic section. He smiled at that and looked back at you. “I’m sorry about being late. We got called out at 4 AM for an emergency case. I was still at the office, working on the reports for the Wyles case.”

“Explains why you look the same from last night,” you teased and the waitress came over. She had a smile on her face, seemingly happy that Carlton didn’t stand you up. Carlton ordered a coffee and you both ordered breakfast, you knew what you wanted and Carlton knew he wanted something simple. 

“Yeah, today has been something of a headache. The assistant curator believes that this ancient mummy got out of its case and left the museum. She was set on the fact that it was ‘supernatural’. She insisted we bring in the resident idiot of the PD Shawn Spencer,” Carlton explained and he thought he saw you almost choke on your drink.

“Resident idiot?”

“Yeah, claims he’s a psychic but I don’t buy it. However, we had to call him and of course, he had to agree with the assistant curator.”

“So the psychic believes the mummy came back to life?”

“Unfortunately yes. Luckily, I still have to focus on the Wyles case, so while we wait for DNA results, I can focus on the true detective work, while he wastes his time,” Carlton took a sip of his coffee and noticed your smile. You hadn’t stopped looking at him or smiling since he got there, and all he’s done is complain. 

“Well, at least you won’t have to see him much. Hopefully at least. What else happened this morning?”

“Actually…” Carlton started, unsure if he should tell you or not. “My Chief, Chief Vick, told me and my partner today that on Friday she would be stepping down at Chief.”

“That’s interesting. Did she say why exactly?”

“Only that when she became interim chief she made a deal with the mayor that she wouldn’t always have the ‘interim’ title.”

“Oh I see, I didn’t realize she was in a temporary position.”

“It was supposed to become her full position, but it was taking too long for her liking, so she essentially gave the mayor an ultimatum and he never responded, so she’s stepping down.”

“Is the position open then?”

“It's a very political position unfortunately, so from what I understand the mayor already has someone else picked out,” Carlton sighed, and right when he was done talking, your server came over with your food. You both thanked her and started to eat your food. 

“How do you feel about that?”

“I was a little disappointed. I mean Karen is a great Chief, I’m sad to be losing her. But it's also frustrating that there’s no chance of anyone in the Santa Barbra Police Department who would be able to apply.” You hummed in response and took a bite of your food. 

“You would apply?”

“I think I would,” Carlton agreed and looked at you while you thought and ate. He couldn’t get over how beautiful you were. Your eyes were some of the prettiest he’d ever seen. He could get lost in your conversations so easily. 

“That changed from last night,” Carlton felt called out by you and he just smiled. “I never expected the opportunity to present itself so soon.”

“It may not mean much, but I do support you in wanting Chief,” Carlton heard the honesty in your voice and felt himself get lightheaded. Yeah. He was in trouble. He swallowed hard and quickly drank some coffee to hide his face before it got red. 

“How was your work week?” Carlton asked, quickly changing the subject off of him.

“It was good,” you smiled and continued to eat your food. “Nothing too crazy, it’s kind of hard right now since I’m still gaining clients, but I believe this upcoming week I’ve got three or four new clients.”

“How many would you have in Colorado?”

“It depended on the day, but typically my days would be full. Seven to eight clients a day.”

“Was it ever overwhelming?”

“Sometimes, sure. But most times it was manageable. Of course, there would be the few with a lot of trauma that would leave me feeling drained, especially any first responders that came to me.”

“Do you have any first responders here?”

“None yet, but you know how it is. There’s a stigma with this stuff and especially with first responders there's the fear that therapy will make you look weak. I saw it all the time with my mom and dad.”

“I heard we’re having a psychiatrist come in and perform evals on some officers. Not sure who is going to have to participate yet. Do you know who’s coming?” Carlton asked. He hoped it was you. He wanted to show you around the police department and introduce you to O’Hara and Karen. If you had worked with first responders before, you could possibly work in the department full-time.

“I’m not. There are so many different psychiatrists in this one area, and if the department is getting someone from out of state, then I don’t know,” you answered and leaned back in your chair. You looked at Carlton and when you made eye contact with him you smiled. Carlton smiled back and took a deep breath. He wasn’t sure exactly what he was gonna say but then his phone started ringing. 

“Sorry,” he muttered and grabbed it to see it was O’Hara.

“We’re gonna have to start muting our phones when we’re together,” you joked and he smiled at you before answering the phone. His voice went deeper as he spoke to his partner. 

“Lassiter,” he answered and his eyes darted away from your face to look down at the ground. O’Hara gave Carlton some run-down information about the Wyles case and the case that Spencer was working on. “You need me now?” he asked, slightly dreading the answer. He frowned when O’Hara said yes. He hung up the phone after mumbling “I’ll be right there”. He looked at you. You were still smiling but he could see the sadness in your face. Carlton opened his mouth to speak. 

“It’s okay, it's what I get for seeing a cop,” you laughed and stood up. He stood up too and you gave him another hug. “Go arrest some bad guys already, you gotta keep me interested somehow.” Carlton wrapped his arms around you and held you tight. 

“I wanna take you to dinner,” he blurted out and you could feel the rumble of his voice in his chest. 

“I can’t promise what the next work week entails. How’s next Saturday sound?” you offered and he nodded against your head.

“I can work with that.”

“If it works, maybe we can do an impromptu breakfast or lunch again,” you pulled away from the hug and looked into his blue eyes. He smiled and nodded. Carlton wanted so desperately to kiss you, but he knew he needed to wait. 

“We’ll keep in touch,” he stated and pulled away. He went to grab his wallet to pay for breakfast but you stopped him.

“Get going already,” you laughed and stepped away from him. “I’ve got this covered, you just plan on taking care of dinner.” Carlton smiled and started to walk away. 

“Bye, (Y/n).”

“Bye, Carlton.”

Chapter 4.

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my completely unprompted thoughts on the new liveries:

the red carpet was actually the highlight of the event for me because why did nobody turn up dressed for the same event. 😭😭 also the crowd booing the fia and christian horner genuinely gave me life and gordon ramsey calling out the swearing ban?? who is this Diva.

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stake: what the heck is that gradient. i kind of expected nothing more and nothing less though 😅 at least they're consistent and their logos are not garish! seeing hulkenberg in the green is going to take some real getting used to though ngl.

williams: okay i like the darker blue tbh and i like that the sponsor logos are all looking similar even more (stares at hp and chrome 😒.)

vcarb: i think leaning more into the white is sort of making them more unique and also it's definitely gonna stand out like CRAZY at night races. still have beef with the huge red bull and visa logos though, but i actually do think their new suits are nice and remind me a little bit of last year's las vegas livery.

haas: had to pull up their last year's livery to cross-check bc i suddenly had amnesia 😅. not super different but nice and clean plus i do like the colours, and same goes for the race suits, which were the most changed ones i'd seen so far.

alpine: started cheering seeing the all-pink front view then collapsed to my knees seeing all the blue on the side. glad they listened to everybody yelling "MORE PINK!" though but i think we might have to keep on yelling this one guys.....

aston martin: THE most dramatic reveal of the night holy shit. appearing in the middle of the crowd w the helmets was some crazy aura though ngl. and i love their dark green so much that i think they cooked just by keeping the all green 😭

mercedes: thought it looked the same as last year's too but i did like it anyways so it's alright! i do wish they added more silver though. as for the suits....i think the stripes on the shoulders are alright but the ones on their calves are a bit. hmm. gotta let it grow on me i guess.

red bull: ...nevermind this one truly is the same car 💀💀. even the suits look the EXACT same i'm crying. hope the red bull fans start praying that the car isn't like last year's one though.

ferrari: oh i like the darker red! (williams and ferrari are dating u heard it here first /j.) not sure about the white with this darker red though.....and the fckass hp logos got me crashing out though 😭😭.

mclaren: okay are the champions all legally required to retain the same livery what's going on. at least it's not the camo one though, i think i'd have to look away from my screen every time i saw the car if they had that livery full-time.

final notes: seeing the vcarb drivers next to the haas duo nearly took me out for good (love them tho <3). i actually like that the grid is more colourful this year and none of the cars look similar to each other, which is great for my horrible eyesight when watching races. yuki please keep saying fudge cos truly FUDGE that swearing ban 😭😭, and overall there wasn't any livery that genuinely made my eyes hurt which i count as an absolute win!