#oh and he said i should do one (1) nice thing for myself this week

[augustjoy]

Controlled Chaos: Polaroids

Based on the following ask: This is my first time request here and I’m a little nervous😅so I hope I made the idea understandable. I don't know if you've ever seen this trend on TikTok where on the wedding day the bridesmaids give the groom Polaroids of the bride that are like her in lingerie and things like that, and he finally gets all nervous and somewhat smiling and puts them away in his suit after seeing them🥹 You could write something like this with Aaron as he marries the reader and maybe the reader's friends or the BAU girls give him Polaroids of the reader in lingerie, nothing too relevant but something that makes him nervous ☺️ I hope I have explained myself well, if not I am sorry, also take this only if you feel comfortable, if not you have every right to ignore it, I love your work, you are an amazing writer!🩵- I love this idea!!! It’s not a tiktok trend in this fic. I wanted the reader to have her own friends in this (outside of the BAU), This is the type of gown1 gown2 I envisioned and here are some inspo pics for what Aaron received: 1  2  3  4  5  6  for the vows – reader’s are bolded and Aaron’s are italicized

Aaron Hotchner x Wife! Fem Reader

Fluff/ Smut adjacent

Word count: 2510

REQUESTS ARE OPEN - not edited - please be kind. Requests are open and feedback is welcome if it's constructive!

Warnings: My blog is 18+, minors DNI, age gap (non-specified), some explicit language, no use of y/n, Fem reader, reader has no physical description, wedding and all wedding things, mention of inappropriate photos (boudoir photos), mention of Hotch’s mom (she’s awesome in this lol), OC’s Claire, Daisy, and Victoria (reader’s friends and bridesmaids) and Matthew who is Victoria’s husband, let me know if I missed any!

I do not consent to having my work translated or reposted to any other site. That being said I do not own the characters portrayed in this story.

The idea had come from your closest friend. She had done a boudoir photoshoot and made up an album for her husband on their anniversary. You were about five weeks away from the wedding, having a lunch with the bridesmaids and it had all spiraled so fast.

“Guys look at these photos I had taken!” Victoria pushed her phone in your direction, showing off a particularly racy photo of herself.

“Damn girl you look hot, what are these for?” Claire asked.

“So, Matthew’s birthday was last week, and I wanted to do something special for him. My sister had told me about this boudoir photographer, and I thought it would be nice to put a little album together for him.” Victoria explained.

“Oh my god…what did he say?” You blushed.

“He was practically drooling.” Victoria laughed.

“You should do that for Aaron!” Daisy nudged your arm suggestively.

“What? I mean, I would, but when would I even give it to him?” You questioned.

“Well, you don’t have to make it into an album! You could just get prints made.” Victoria clarified.

“I’m not sure I’d want like 5x7 boudoir photos of me just around…” You contemplated.

“Oh my gosh! What about polaroids? You could do polaroids and give them to him like one at a time!” Claire gushed.

“Imagine if you gave them to him at the wedding!” Daisy laughed.

“Even better, if we gave them to him!” Claire added.

“You guys are geniuses!” Victoria exclaimed. “You should get the photos taken as polaroids, and you could get the digitals too in case you wanted to make an album of them later, but throughout the reception, imagine if we walked up to Aaron and subtly handed him the pictures of you!”

“Well…I don’t know. He’d definitely be flustered.” You thought about it for a moment. “You know what, let’s do it!”

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That day the girls took you to a lingerie store to pick up some of your wedding night and honeymoon pieces that you would also wear for the photoshoot.

You had found some pieces that you knew would work under your dress and you were feeling pretty good with everything you had gotten for the honeymoon as well. Some teddies and bodysuits as well as some simpler pieces to sleep in, should you need it, and lastly some swimsuits.

Victoria also reached out to the photographer to see if she had availability within the next few weeks and thankfully she did, the week before the wedding.

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Time had flown by; your wedding day was finally here, and you couldn’t have been more excited about marrying Aaron.

You had woken up early and had breakfast with your bridesmaids and immediate female relatives. You’d all decided you’d get ready together before heading to the wedding venue.

Makeup and hair was done, dresses were steamed, mimosas were sipped, getting ready photos were taken. The time was finally here…in just a few moments, you’d be walking down the aisle to marry the love of your life.

The girls had helped you into your dress and all gushed over how beautiful you were. They’d stuffed their pockets (because dresses with pockets are so much better) with tissues, lipstick, and the polaroids. Excited to see how Aaron would react.

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Aaron had cried as you made your way to him, proudly shedding tears that were formed of the love he held for you. Once you stepped up beside him you leaned across and wiped a tear from his cheek which he paid back with a kiss to your palm.

The ceremony wasn’t too long, but the two of you had been adamant of writing your own vows, which arguably was the highlight of the entire day.

My life before you had been on autopilot, just running through the motions of the day to day. You have brought this air of light and spontaneity and just the slightest bit of controlled chaos into my world and I am so grateful for you. So, I want to make a few promises to you as we stand here today in front of our loved ones. I promise to love you in every moment, to embrace the chaos, to enjoy the big moments and cherish the small moments. I promise to give you my all, and sweetheart I will offer advice when words are needed and offer my shoulder when they’re not. You have my heart for always. I love you.

Aaron, I believe that we were destined to find one another. Early on in our relationship, I told you that the story of our lives was written in the stars and if our time together has told me anything, its that it is. You and I always find balance with one another, when I have my head in the clouds, you are there to ground me, when you are buried with work, I’m there with the shovel. People say that relationships are fifty/fifty but with us, we always give our best if I can give thirty percent, you don’t hesitate to give seventy percent…like I said, balance. So, my promises to you, when things get dark, I will bring you light, I will do my best to keep my chaos controlled, I will ensure you feel heard when you speak. Aaron I will have your back when someone challenges you, and I will call you out if you’re wrong. Most importantly I will love you with all of me, for always. I love you.

You both cried through your vows, allowing yourselves to feel and embrace the vulnerability of the love you have built and continued to share over the last few years. Your loved ones cheered as you kissed for the first time as husband and wife, the sound all a haze, fogged by the bliss you were feeling.

Aaron and you went off to take some photos before the reception began. Some alone and some with family as well as the wedding party. Your bridesmaids giggling for what’s to come as you finished up with the photographer.

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The girls had established a plan for how they’d give Aaron the photos throughout the evening. They wanted to do it in the most awkward possible of moments, and while he was away from you if possible…it needed to be done subtly to avoid others seeing the photos. There were seven photos in total, each bridesmaid would give Aaron two throughout the evening and you’d give him the last one…which was the most risqué.

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Photo #1

Daisy had the first photo, one that wasn’t too revealing, but it was sexy, nonetheless. In it, you were wearing a lace set with your robe hanging behind you as you let it slip off. The photo was taken from behind as you gaze out a window, revealing the high cut of the lace panties.

She had been the most diabolical of your three bridesmaids, opting for the most awkward of times to hand the photos to Aaron. For this first one, Daisy walked with confidence to wear Aaron stood, having a drink with your father. She slid her hand into his, pulling it up and animatedly thanked him.

“You have made her so happy, and I am just so glad she has you.” Daisy released his hand, leaving behind the small polaroid before sending him a wink and sauntering off towards where you stood with your grandmother.

Aaron was confused at first…worrying that Daisy might be coming on to him, but that fear dissipated and was quickly replaced with a nervous chuckle and a burning heat that crept up his neck as he viewed the photo.

His eyes shot over to where you stood, completely unfazed, paying him no mind. He looked back to your father and uncomfortably cleared his throat, sliding the photo into the interior chest pocket of his jacket.

“You alright there Aaron?” Your father had asked.

To which Aaron replied with a curt nod.

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Photo #2

Victoria had the second photo. She had been a little more forgiving with the times she chose to pass them off to him.

You had just stepped away from your table to greet one of your cousins when she walked over to where Aaron was now seated alone. She hadn’t said a word as she slid the photo under his fingers where they rested on the table.

“What are you-” He was cut off as Victoria walked away without a word.

He had more privacy to really view this one, so he flipped it over and once again instantly became flushed. You were in a lace bodysuit leaning face-down, over the edge of the bed, back arched and bent legs, your feet up and pointed. The way the light was hitting you in the image was breathtaking and Aaron couldn’t help the tightness that formed in his slacks.

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Photo #3

The third photo was given to Aaron in between speeches. Dave, his best man had just finished his and Claire had slipped him the photo before stepping up to give her speech.

This one had taken Aaron by surprise, not only the timing but the content. You were lying on your stomach, head seemingly propped up on your hands, once again with your feet up…only this time it was taken from behind. Your body was covered in nothing but your veil and the only thing that covered your naked bottom were your heel-clad feet. The angle had been just right to allow your raised feet to align with where you were clearly naked.

Aaron admired the photo for a moment before tucking it into his pocket with the others. Leaning in close to whisper in your ear.

“What do you think you’re doing?” He asked.

“What are you talking about?” You feigned innocence.

Aaron shook his head and prepared himself for what was to come.

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Photo #4

This was the first of the more racy photos you’d taken, and Daisy couldn’t wait to give it to Aaron at the worst possible time…like now for instance while he’s chatting with his entire team.

“Aaron!” She called, rushing over to him. “We’re going to do some makeup and hair touchups before you guys dance.”

“Okay, does she need me?” Aaron asked…always the gentleman, putting you first.

“I think she’s good. We’ll be back in a few.” Daisy said nudging his hand with the photo.

She ran off toward you and the other girls to go refresh before your first dance. This time, Aaron blushed before even looking at the photo, completely mortified that it was handed to him in front of a group of profilers. He lifted it as casually as possible, stealing a quick glance before panicking and shoving it in his pocket.

You were leaning back, resting your weight on your forearms, your knees bent just barely out of frame. You head was tossed back…in a way Aaron was all too familiar with. Your body was adorned in white lace that left nothing to the imagination, he was sure that even in the moment he glanced, he could see every detail of your breasts.

“Woah there bossman…what’s got you all flustered?” Derek teased.

“Nothing. I’m good, never better.” Aaron answered all too quickly.

“Was that a photo you glanced at…” Emily inquired.

“No.” Aaron couldn’t help the blush that continued to spread…now burning his ears.

“Aaron, I know you’re not lying to a group of profilers. What is it?” Dave pressed.

“I can’t show you. All I am going to say is that the bridesmaids have handed me some photos throughout the evening.” Aaron scratched his neck sheepishly.

“Ohhh…they’re “photos” of Mrs. Hotchner.” JJ had put it together, now giggling with Emily and Penelope.

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Photo #5

 This photo, while not the most intimate of them, was given to him in the most shocking of ways. You had just finished your father-daughter dance and Aaron was headed to the dance floor with his mother to share a quick dance before everyone was invited to dance.

Victoria had asked you if you’d be okay with recruiting another helper and you’d agreed. So, she explained the situation to your mother-in-law, and she happily agreed to pass along the photo. She kept it faced down to protect your modesty but handed it off to Aaron with a pat to his chest as their dance ended.

And so, he stood in the middle of the dance floor looking at a photo of you lying on your back, the photo focused on your left hand gripping the white sheets you were lying on, your wedding ring gracing your ring finger. It again was a sight that was all too familiar…and this night was starting to feel like he’d never get you alone.

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Photo #6

Claire approached Aaron with the second to last photo as you were about to cut the cake. She grabbed his hand and set it on his palm, offered a smile and walked away.

At this point the embarrassment of it all was gone…Aaron was starting to feel impatient, wanting nothing more than to take you to your suite and have his way with you. He knew that there’d be plenty of time for that and shook away the thought. Glancing at this photo, and then up at you as you made your way to him. He was in awe of you and how beautiful you were.

In this photo you were knelt on a bed, the straps of the rose-colored lace bra had slipped off your shoulders and the high cut lace panties showed off the curves of your ass beautifully. Your hair hung to the side with the way your head was tilted.

As Aaron tucked this photo away with the others, he caught your gaze. You shared a quick smile before you walked over to him and continued on with the cake cutting.

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Photo #7

This photo was different from the others, in more ways than one.

The night had been coming to a close, you had said your thank yous and goodbyes to your friends and family. Your wedding party had loaded all the wedding gifts into the car and you guys were just about ready to make your big exit.

As everyone gathered outside and prepared their sparklers you and Aaron shared a private moment. Stealing kisses waiting for your cue, and just as it was given, you slipped Aaron the final photo. He looked at it, completely dumbfounded, before you took his hand and pulled him along with you toward the waiting car.

In this photo you were stood completely bare in front of a mirror. Your arms were up above your head, having clearly mussed your hair.

--

As you slid into the backseat of the town car, Aaron practically pounced on you, kissing you hungrily. His hands slid down your back along the buttons of your dress.

“Do you have any idea what you’ve done to me tonight?" He asked, nipping at your neck.

“Controlled chaos, honey.”

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[willowsnook]

When Love is Left Unspoken pt. 2 (MV)

max verstappen x reader

pt. 1 here

I could be talked into a pt. 3 if people want it

It had been a week since the Austin GP and forgetting about what happened had been impossible mostly because Max would not leave you alone.

He didn't reach out directly, but every morning this week, you had woken up to a new gift outside your door. Flowers, chocolate, coffee, pastries, clothing, etc. You had no idea how he even knew your address.

You struggled with what to do. On one hand, you had missed your best friend for a long time. You missed the inside jokes, the comfort you found in him, and supporting one another. But on the other hand, you couldn't stop thinking about how he threw it all away because he was scared of loving you. You had never been scared of loving him, even if you never said. Well maybe that was hypocritical.

Saturday morning an envelope accompanied the box outside of your door. You opened the box first, revealing a vintage RedBull racing bomber jacket that cost who knows how much. It was cute, you'd give it that. Opening the envelope you froze as you read the letter that sat next to a paddock pass for the Brazil GP.

I know you hate me and you have a good reason to but I will do anything to have you back by my side even if you refuse to look at me. Please come to Brazil, I know it's your favorite track. You can stay on Checo's side of the garage if it makes you feel better.

Love, Your Max

Brazil was your favorite track and in the past you had always travelled down early to experience the culture for a bit before the racing started.

You facetimed Carmen, hoping to talk this through with someone else.

"Hey girl, what's up?" She asked, clearly in the middle of a workout.

"Oh, I can call later if you're busy," you said and she shook her head.

"No, it's okay!"

"Max invited me to the Brazilian GP," you told her slowly and her eyes widened.

"Wow."

"I know, I don't know what to do."

Carmen was silent for a little bit, clearly thinking. "Is there any part of you that wants to make up with him?"

"Yes," you admitted quietly. "But I hate myself for even thinking that. I don't want to just forget about everything that happened and take him back with open arms."

"I don't think you necessarily have to forget what happened but maybe focus on the people you both have grown to be in these last few years. Maybe treat it like you are starting over."

"So you think I should go?"

"Selfishly yes of course," she said grinning and you couldn't help but smile back. "You don't even have to spend time with him. Just see how it feels to be around him."

After hanging up with Carmen, you texted the number Max had given you for his assistant in order to get flights and a hotel figured out.

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You landed in Brazil on media day and didn't plan on going to the track until Saturday. Max was pulling out all the stops even when he couldn't see you as evidenced by the ridiculously nice hotel he put you in. The view was amazing and laying on the bed was a variety of your favorite snacks and drinks with a card that read "I'm so glad you're here -your Max."

The 'Your Max' thing was working even though you hated to admit it. You spent the next two days traveling around the city by yourself and then with Carmen.

Saturday rolled around and you found yourself nervous to be at the paddock despite Carmen's constant reassurances. You hadn't seen Max yet and you weren't really sure what to say when you did.

Funny enough, the first person you ran into when you made it to the RedBull garage was Christian Horner.

"Y/n!" He said surprised to see you. "It's been a while, how are you? You know my wife is obsessed with your tik tok channel."

"Ahh tell her I said thank you," you replied kindly. "I've been doing well."

"We're glad to have you back," he said and your heart swelled. "It's been a rough year for him."

"I'm not sure I can change that," you said politely and he gave you a look.

"You just being here might," he commented before leaving you to go talk with the mechanics. You wandered around the garage, catching up with a lot of people you hadn't seen in a long time.

Max spotted you as he was coming out of his drivers' room and his heart stopped. Of course he knew you were in Brazil, but he still wasn't 100% sure you'd show up. He didn't think he should approach you so he just lingered by watching you. You felt him watching you and looked over at him, trying to control your breathing and gave him a small smile.

He smiled back before being called off to get ready for the sprint. Leaning against the back wall you pulled your headphones and settled in to watch. Max was doing pretty good, battling with Charles for most of the race. Your face appeared on the broadcast and you smiled to the camera, giving it a small wave.

After the race you checked your phone to see that you'd been tagged in countless tweets.

@.username12312: Was that y/n y/l/n in the RedBull garage? I thought her and Max had a falling out???

reply to @.usernam12312 @.user345: Yeah they haven't been friends for a long time. It had something to do with Kelly

reply to @.user345 @.username12312: oh yeah, you're right! I always liked y/n better anyways

You were amused reading the speculation and decided to stir the pot further. While Max was doing interviews you found Checo in the garage and asked him to take a picture with you. The confused man agreed and you quickly posted it to your Instagram story with the caption: My favorite RedBull driver, good luck tomorrow!

Carmen and Lily both slid up with laughing emojis and you walked back to Max's side, trying to avoid the rain. It was really coming down now and you weren't sure if they would even be able to go out on the track. You found Max a little while later sitting against the wall, legs sprawled out in front of him. You sunk down next to him, holding your knees into your chest.

"Think you'll be able to go out there today?" You asked casually and he looked over at you, clearly excited to hear you speaking to him.

"I would say probably not," he replied. "Maybe tomorrow morning."

"How much longer until we know?"

"Another half hour would be my guess," he said. "I can call for someone to take you back if you want to leave now?"

"No, I'll wait," you said looking down at your phone. You sat in silence for a while and the rain was starting to make you very sleepy. Losing the battle with yourself, you rested your head on Max's shoulder and he stiffened.

Max smiled to himself as you dozed off and the two of you caught the attention of the cameras, the photo soon to be splashed everywhere online. Quali was called off and Max nudged you awake, reaching out to help you up.

"Ride with me back?" He asked hopeful and you nodded. You ran into George and Carmen on the way out and she gave you a knowing look to which you rolled your eyes at.

"You guys should come out to dinner with us," George said. "We're meeting up with Alex and Lily too."

You hesitated, not wanting to miss out but at the same time your social battery was dead. You could only handle so much social interaction before you were craving your warm bed to snuggle into. You started to give in and agree but Max cut you off.

"I think y/n is done being around people for the day so I'm going to take her back."

You looked at him surprised and the realization that he still knew you so well just added more fire to the internal turmoil you were facing. Bidding them goodbye, you followed Max out of the paddock and into the car he had rented for the weekend. The car ride was silent as well as the elevator ride up to your floor.

Max followed close behind you as you made your way to your room and it was starting to irritate you.

"You don't need to walk me to my room Max," you said and he looked at your sheepishly.

"I'm in the one right next to you."

"Are you fucking serious?" You asked frustrated. "I need space Max!"

"I just want you to be safe," he defended and you rolled your eyes.

"From what?" You exclaimed. "Oh yeah, your girlfriend I mean ex-girlfriend is from here. Think she's sending people after me?"

"I don't think that's funny," he said, eyes darkening. "Sue me for wanting you close to me. I'm not going to apologize for that."

"You are the worst," you bit out before shoving into your room, slamming the door.

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Stepping out of the steaming shower and back into the bedroom you glanced worriedly out the window. You wouldn't necessarily say that you had a fear of thunderstorms but they tended to make you uneasy.

Trying to distract yourself you put on South Park, your favorite show to watch in a hotel, but it didn't work. After a couple of booms you were still on edge. Sighing you got up and left your room, hoping a small walk around the hotel would ease your mind. By the time you made it back, Max was leaning against the wall by your door, waiting for you.

"Can't sleep?" He asked and you nodded.

"The storms."

"You always were scared of them," he teased and you scoffed.

"I'm not scared of them!" Right as you said that, a streak of lighting flashed by the hallway's window followed by a loud crash of thunder. You jumped a little and Max smirked.

"Come on," he said gesturing back to his room. You hesitated and he sighed. "We both know you won't fall asleep alone to this."

Giving in, you followed him into his room. It was a carbon copy of yours and you were amused to see South Park playing on his tv. He climbed into his bed but you stopped short; the scene in front of you reminded you of so many times before. When you traveled with him back in the day you'd often find yourself in his room at night hanging out. You always fell asleep and woke up in his arms, neither of you ever saying anything about it.

Max sat up in the bed looking at you, he knew what you were thinking.

"Y/n," he said softly as he watched you wipe a tear from your eye.

"This is so hard Max," you said, voice breaking. "How am I supposed to just forget?"

"I don't know," he confessed. "I'm sorry."

"It's not even like you broke my heart that day," you said meeting his eyes. "You had chipped away at it for so long that there wasn't even anything left to break."

Max's heart dropped and he moved over closer to where you were standing, so that you were now eye level.

"I was so scared back then y/n," he said and you put your head into your hands. "So scared of failing that I did things I shouldn't have done, like pushing you away to protect myself."

"Protect yourself from what?" You said, looking back at him.

"Your unconditional love," he said sadly and you tried to compose yourself, taking a deep breath.

"You acted like nothing happened, I watched you move on with your life," you accused, whispering to him.

"I did not move on, I was a mess. I couldn't eat or sleep for months and I latched on to you in whatever way I could through your videos or podcast. Every picture or video you saw of me was strictly PR."

"But you never reached out, not once in these past few years," you said, starting to grow angry with him.

"Neither did you!" He exclaimed.

"That's not fair Max," you retorted, moving away from him.

"Isn't it though? You accused me of moving on but I watched you do the same. I watched your popularity grow, watched you start to travel around the world, watched you post with other guys. You didn't need me to be happy."

"I needed my best friend!" You yelled and he flinched. "I needed you to be there to call when I got a new deal! I needed you to be there to lean on when I had self doubt! You ruined everything Max. I could never be truly happy celebrating something because in the back of my mind I was thinking about how you should have been there with me!"

Max squeezed his eyes shut, sitting down on the bed.

"I don't know how to fix this schatje," he whispered and you flinched at the term of endearment. "Everything has been so dark for so long. I am okay with you hating me forever. Because even if you just look at me, it'll be a better day than what I've had."

Sniffling, you stared into his red rimmed eyes. "I want to forget about you so badly Max but I can't."

He smiled softly at you before patting the bed.

"Please sleep here tonight, it will make me feel so much better knowing you were well rested. I'll sleep on the pull out couch," he said standing up.

"Just sleep in the bed with me," you said sighing, wiping the tears from your face before climbing into the bed. Max slid in next to you, leaving a healthy distance between the two of you and you drifted off to sleep.

The sound of his alarm woke you up at 4:30 and you groaned sleepily. Max's arms were wrapped tightly around you, his head buried in your hair as he refused to open his eyes.

"Max, you have to wake up," you said and he mumbled incoherently into you. You pried his hands off your body and stood up, stretching. He watched you lazily from the bed, wondering if this was a dream.

"I'm going to go get ready and then I'll meet you back in the hallway in 30 minutes okay?" You asked him and he nodded. Leaving his room you headed back into yours to get ready for the day. Your eyes were still a little swollen from last night but that was nothing a little makeup couldn't fix.

Pairing the new RedBull jacket with a black jeans you gathered all your stuff before texting Carmen about what had happened last night. All she responded was that we would discuss it in person and sent a winky face.

Max looked more awake standing out in the hallway and you both left for the track.

Qualifying was a mess to put it simply. Crash after crash after crash. It was spiking your anxiety to watch and you were just praying that Max would make it out unscathed. He did make it without crashing, but not without controversy.

You grew furious as you watched everyone in Q2 get to finish their laps following Lance's crash except for Max and Esteban. This made him miss out on Q3 for the first time in forever. You knew he was pissed when he got out of the car and his eyes met yours for a brief second. He talked to his engineers before grabbing your hand to drag you with him to over where he had to do interviews.

Standing behind the reporter you watched him try to contain his anger.

“If a guy goes straight into the wall, it is a straight red,” he said. “I don't understand why you need to take 30, 40 seconds for a red flag to come out...”

His voice was rising as he said it and both you and the reporter braced for the impact of whatever he was going to say next. He started to say something but then looked over at you and stopped himself, taking a deep breath before waving off the question.

“I don’t care in all honesty, it is so stupid to talk about. It’s ridiculous.”

He answered a couple more questions about the race happening later and you waited patiently. Christian came to join you and gave you a knowing look.

"I told you that being here would make things better," he said with a glint in his eyes. "I'm giving you credit for him avoiding more community service."

Things got even better after that with Max winning the Grand Prix in what you could only describe as a complete masterclass.

As the celebrations wrapped up, you and Max found yourselves alone in the quiet of the garage, both still processing the day's whirlwind. He glanced at you, a hesitant warmth in his gaze.

Max reached for your hand, gently holding it, as if afraid you'd slip away again. "I'm glad you came, I've needed you here for a long time."

"I'm still not sure where we stand Max," you said unsure of how to deal with what you were feeling.

"As long as your standing next to me, I'll be okay," he said cheekily and you smiled. You knew that your relationship had a long way to go but maybe, just maybe, it was finally starting again.

pt. 3

[beardysuits]

Bulking Up pt 1

Ian, just the sight of him inspired conflicting emotions ranging from rage, to jealousy, to desire, to lust. Ian was the pretty boy of the office and the boss's favorite. He could literally do no wrong, and yet, I was probably the only one who knew what he was really like. See Ian and I went to college together and even participated in the same internship program. He and I also had to share the same job duties, schedule, and workload. Only Ian decided his time wasn't worth the work and decided it was up to me to do the work for both of us. Obviously initially I told him absolutely no way, but that all changed when he got some dirt on me.

Mr. Galveston was head of the law firm Ian and I worked at and if we were tasked with naming the first three words which came to mind when we though of him, it would be intimidating, big, and daddy. Despite running an entire firm and raising three kids, Mr. Galveston still seemed to have the time to run every morning and lift weights. It helped too that he was graced with the hairline of a 20-year old and the skin I'm sure he had to perform a ritual sacrifice to obtain. As you can imagine, I had spent many late nights fantasizing about him, he was prime spank bank material! Unfortunately those late nights alone were not enough for me and my stupid horny brain.

I may have definitely broken some HR guidelines. One day we had a meeting where Mr. Galveston had praised my latest work and it ended with a "good job son". My cock immediately got hard and I had to adjust myself as discreetly as possible. As soon as the meeting concluded, I had to excuse myself and run to the bathroom to pump one out. What I didn't realize is that Ian had followed me, peaked over the stall door and snapped a photo of me, hand gripping my cock and cumming all over the toilet bowl.

"Say cheese," he said to me. The cheeky bastard. I begged Ian not to tell anybody what I had done and he agreed, for a price. So, that was how I got stuck working later and later hours to get the work done for both of us, while Ian sat on his ass all day flirting with our female colleagues. And the worst part about it? If Ian in some weird twist of character told me to get on my knees and blow him, I would still say yes in a heartbeat. I mean, he was built like a god. 6 pack, veiny arms, pecs like an olympian. He was a fucking model and he knew it. Meanwhile there was me, pudgy, couldn't grow a beard to save my life, and just short enough for him to call me munchkin as he held his hand out for his work. I hated his guts.

It was a typical Tuesday night at the office and I had ordered myself a pizza, which I ate at my desk while wrapping up my work and about to start Ian's. I glanced at the clock. 6 PM. I should have been able to leave an hour ago, but got held up doing some data entry Ian was tasked with at noon. Now I still had a stack of papers for him to get started on. There was a rap of knuckles at front of my desk. I looked up to find Tabitha, the office kook. She was a nice enough woman, but she certainly didn't have too many people speak with her for a reason.

"Marty, what are you doing here so late?" she asked me. I swallowed my latest bite and cleared my throat.

"Just need to finish some things here and I'll be heading out. What about you?" I asked her. She sighed and twirled the medallion she always wore around her neck.

"Catching up from my vacation. Being gone a week lets things pile up. Oh, but what I wouldn't do to return to Europe in a second..." she droned on and on about her trip, which I had heard about three times already. But, she was also one of the few people to be genuinely kind to me, so I let her ramble while I set Ian's work aside.

"Oh and goodness! I almost forgot! How could I?" he said, startling me awake after I had zoned out. She pulled her purse forward and fished around in it before holding her closed hand out to me.

"I found this little beauty while I was out there. There's a small village out in the countryside which is said to be the ancient home of witches. I saw this and just thought of you," she said. She opened up her hand, and in her palm was... a rock.

It was a pretty rock, don't get me wrong. It shone and had shimmers of jade green crackling along it's flat surface. But again, it was a rock.

"Oh wow Tabitha that's... beautiful," I told her. She nodded, took my hand, and placed the rock in my palm.

"It's said to be a wishing stone. You hold it close to your heart, wish your deepest desire to it, and place it under your pillow. It's said those who are truly worth of their wish will have it come true."

I twirled the rock around in my hand before setting it on the desk.

"Thank you Tabitha, that's very sweet of you," I told her. I really was touched she thought so nicely of me.

"Well, make sure you have that wish be a good one. Maybe even get you out of here a little earlier next time," she said with a wink. "I have to go home to the cats though, you find your way out of here soon, okay?"

I waved her off as she went the door. I got back to Ian's paperwork, but found it hard to concentrate. The stone kept catching my attention. It was like it caught the light at every angle and shone its shimmering green gaze back at me. About an hour later, I gave up and left Ian's work half done.

Once I was home, I slumped on the couch and turned on some TV. I couldn't even focus on the most mindless of shows though. Every thought came back to the stone. I fished it out of my pocket and turned it through my fingers. Wish on the stone and it would come true, yeah right....

I could see my reflection in the window next to the couch and sighed. My glasses were askew and somehow I didn't notice. I adjusted them and saw a pudgy little geek, still in his work suit, too tired to even take it off. I pushed at my belly, which for the past few weeks kept pushing harder and hard to get out of this tight button down shirt. Sighing, I looked at the stone. Why not?

I wish... I wish I could have what Ian has.

Of course that's where my mind went. Ian had it all. Looks, charm, and now a little nerd doing all of his work for him. My eyes became incredibly heavy and it was like I got hit with a tranquilizer. No surprise, working late hours had become the norm. My hand slumped behind the couch cushion and not a second later, I slumped off to sleep.

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The ringing of my phone fluttered my eyes open. I grumbled trying to find it in the depths of the couch cushions. Eventually I found it stuck deep in the back. I held it up and turned off my alarm I had set. 6 am, perfect time to be awake. I tried to open my phone through half closed eyes. It had facial recognition, but the stupid thing couldn't catch on to my face. I retired a few times before it prompted me to put in the passcode. I fumbled with it some before finally getting in, and going over some emails. I stumbled off the couch and shuffled to the bathroom.

I had to find some Tylenol, I had a killer headache. I was just about to reach the bathroom when I felt something catch on my feet and force me down. I crashed to the ground and groaned. Fuck... what the fuck even happened? I turned around and saw my pants around my ankles. Or... wait what? I could see down my legs, which were half the size in girth, but twice the size in length. That's... a trick of the morning grog right?

I turned myself around to sit on the ground and looked my legs up and down. They were hairier than before, and the skin was taut with muscles spreading across the curvature of my calves. Holy shit what the fuck was going on? I panicked standing up, kicking off my pants in the process. Rushing to the bathroom, I threw the lights on and was met with Ian in the reflection!

Holy fuck!

I grabbed at my cheeks and pulled at them, which Ian mirrored perfectly in the reflection. Grabbing at my chest through the now oversized shirt, I patted myself, feeling a rock-hard torso in return. I gripped at the button and ripped it open, sending the buttons flying across the bathroom floor. I was met with Ian's muscles greeting me. Tracing my (Ian's?) fingers over them, I felt a shiver run down my spine. Oh my god, I was Ian! Almost instinctively, my fingers rubbed over his nipples and I could feel the same shiver race down my body.

I looked down and found Ian's cock flopping, not even attempting to be contained my XXL underwear that was at least three sizes too big now. My hand was trembling as I slipped the boxers down and found his veiny cock fly almost wildly.

It had just as many veins as his arms did and was almost as thick as them it felt like. I took my new hands and gripped the shaft, it felt so natural to be holding on to it. Even a couple of strokes in and I found out that Ian was quick to precum. My new cock was instantly lathered up as I slicked it back and forth, each pump making his cock feel even girthier somehow.

I laid one of his hands down on the bathroom counter and looked at myself. Ian was hunched over, stroking his cock and smiling mischievously at me.

"Oh fuck daddy, that feels so good," I said without even thinking. "Ohhhh... FUCK Mr. Galveston, pound my tight hole!" I yelled. I thrusted myself back and forth, fantasizing about my boss bucking my hips as he plowed his thick daddy dick deep into Ian.

"Harder! Faster! That's right sir, breed meeeeee," I begged. I bit my lip and made Ian look back at my pathetically. Oh if I could only get Mr. Galveston to ACTUALLY fuck my new hole, make me his little bitch. I pumped harder and harder, fucking my new hand. I could feel the cum build until eventually climax hit.

I let go of my cock and moaned as loud as I could, feeling Ian's cock spray his delicious cum all over the bathroom. It was like a fire hose was set loose, letting streams spray around the room. Each bit hit harder than the last. Eventually I was left standing in the bathroom, breathing heavily and watching as Ian tried to stand up straight after spraying his essence everywhere.

Once I got control of myself again, I peered into the mirror and saw through the drips of cum, Ian's face elated. I couldn't help but smile at my new face and body, now ready to take on the world. I stuck my tongue out and lapped at the cum which was beginning to run down the mirror's face. It tasted so fucking good, like pure masculinity was captured in a liquid state.

Watching Ian become my little lap dog at my bidding made me horny all over again. This was just me going solo, wait until I use my phone to download Grindr and see what fresh pieces of meat want a slice of Ian! Speaking of my phone, it started to rumble on the counter. I picked it up and my heart sank, it was Ian. I cleared my throat, trying to emulate my old voice before answering.

"Uhh.. he-hello?" I choked out.

"What did you do you son of a bitch?!" Pierced through the other line. I coughed again.

"Ian? What's going on?" I asked.

"Like you don't fucking know! What do you look like right now? Who the fuck are you?!"

I recognized the voice, it was mine! Oh shit, I didn't just become Ian, we swapped!

"Ian, I gotta come clean, I'm you," I told him. What was the point in hiding it?

"What. Did. You. DO!?" He screeched. Damn, was my voice always that high pitched? It was whiny and pathetic.

"First off, I didn't do anything! I just woke up and found myself like this. Secondly, calm down, we'll figure this out. Just... just get dressed and get to the office. We'll figure it out there, we need to act normal," I told him.

"Oh yeah fucking right! What the fuck am I supposed to wear? All I have here are my clothes and your fat fuck of a body sure as shit isn't going to fit in them!"

"I'm sure you'll figure it out," I said. "Listen, the sooner you get there, the sooner we figure this out. Better get dressed munchkin." Calling me by my old nickname felt empowering in some way. Before he could retaliate, I hung up the phone on him. Looking at myself back in the mirror and grinned back.

"Yeah, like I'd ever give this up," I said. But, I should probably get dressed and meet up with him. Looks like it's going to be a fun day. Now, let's see if I can find anything tight enough to show off this body.

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HIDDEN PT. 2

TERRY RICHMOND x BLACK FEM READER

WARNINGS / TRIGGERS: SFW; minors do not interact; mentions of domestic violence; self-hate; angst; Terry is hard to read in the beginning.

SUMMARY: You’ve been working at Terry’s club for about a week now and you’re finally getting the hang of things. There might be a little jealous Terry in here if you squint. This “chapter” might be dialogue heavy. No Smut (yet!)

TROPES: grumpy x sunshine ; “touch her and die”; slow burn; 

AUTHOR’S NOTE: Okaaay!! Part 2 is now available!! I hope you guys enjoy it. I’m really trying to work on my dialogue skills and some world building so bare with me. The SMUT will come soon, I just want you guys to get to know my version of Terry and Daphne.

WORD COUNT: 2.4K

PREVIOUSLY ON HIDDEN: 1

DAPHNE

“Girl! I see why you never left this job! The tips alone are enough to cover rent this month,” I said looking at the wad I already had in my mini apron. 

Lexi nodded, “See, what did I say? You won’t have to go back to the hospital for a while.” I contemplated the idea, sure the break from the physically, mentally, and emotionally draining job is nice. But, helping people, caring for them, that’s my passion. I’ll go back when I’m ready. As I wait for Lexi to make the next round of drinks for the police commissioner’s table, I turn and take in my surroundings.

The club is so unique. With a sunken lounge area and the circular light fixtures it almost has a 60s vibe. But with the seductive lighting and R&B playing it feels like a jazz club. Lexi slides the finished tray of drinks my way and I head towards the commissioner’s table. 

“Our favorite girl is back!” one of them shouted. They were all very close to being drunk, the drinks in my hand should do the job. 

“That’s me!” I said with my million dollar smile. I could already tell what kind of men I was dealing with, pretty boys who never heard the word ‘no’. I place all their drinks down and ask them if there’s anything else I can get them. 

“Aww c’mon leaving so soon? Stay and chat with us for a little while,” one of the men said. I huffed out a fake laugh, “I wish, but I’ve got to finish up my training”. They all boo’d in protest, but I just shrugged my shoulders and backed away. Breathing a sigh of relief I make my way back towards Lexi.

“Ouu girl, they like you,” she said laughing at me, 

I rolled my eyes, “I don’t wanna hear shit when the car is gassed up and the fridge is full. If they keep tipping me like this they can like me all they want,” i said cleaning off the counter. The lights started to dim as someone walked on stage. Out of my periferie I see Terry’s office door open. 

“Oop there go your man,” Lexi whispers in my direction. I huff out an annoyed breath, “Stop calling him that! What if someone hears you!” I whisper-shout, throwing my rag at her. Okay, so I might've developed a teeny-tiny crush on Terry. I don’t know how anyone can look at that man and not get swept up in his beauty. I keep it professional obviously, and it’s not even like he notices. Terry’s barely said two words to me since I started here. I sneak a peek at Terry over my shoulder and I feel my canine sink into my lower lip as I take in his attire.  

Dressed in a simple black long sleeve and matching black cargos and timberland boots. With the gold mini cuban link chain and glasses to top the look off, he’s any woman’s wet dream.

“Damn, Daphne could you be any more obvious?” Lexi asked, laughing at me. 

“Oh, shut up! Look at him, he’s too fine for his own good” I whisper, turning back toward my sister. I feel like a high school girl with a crush. I need to get a grip, fast. I grabbed the ice bucket, heading to the back to fill it up. I need to put some distance between myself and the green-eyed giant. I’ve only been working here about a week and I feel like I’m finally getting a hang of things. I bring the ice out and make my way over to my side of the bar. 

Eli, the police commissioner’s son, has become one of my regulars. After his dad leaves Eli usually stays to hit on whoever is within earshot. Tonight it looks like that’s me, “There she is!” he shouted, eyes low in his liquor induced haze. 

“Someone needs to get cut off I see,” I say, chuckling at Eli’s dopey grin. He groans, “Aww c’mon baaaby. Don’t b-be like that.” Eli reaches for my hand to grab my attention. Before he could open his mouth, the deep, sexy voice of my boss cuts him off.

“Eli quit harassing my staff before I cut you off,” Terry says, sliding into the seat next to Eli. 

“Don’t worry ‘bout it T-man! It’s allllll good,” Eli said, his words starting to blend together.

“Annnd, you’re cut off. Eli give me your phone so I can get you an Uber,”I say, making grabby hands at Eli. He smirks peering over at Terry who looks like he’d rather be anywhere but here. “See, told you she wanted me,” he said, nudging his elbow into Terry’s ribs. I roll my eyes not wanting to satisfy him with a response. Eli’s cute, don't get me wrong, but I’m just not interested.

“Actually someone’s coming to relieve you Daphne, I need you in the back,” Terry says leaning up on the counter. My eyes widened as I looked over at Terry. He just smirks and nods his head toward the door marked ‘employees only’. I nod before wiping my hands off on my pants and head towards that door. I glance over my shoulder to see Terry whisper something in Eli’s ear before he makes his way toward me. 

“Ready for your first assignment?” Terry asks as he makes his way to me. 

A dry chuckle leaves my mouth, “Will it be worse than that?” I ask, pointing my thumb in Eli’s direction. 

Terry’s shoulders shake with quiet laughter, “I hope not, here, c’mon they’re right through here”

I knew Terry was serious about using my medical side to help him out, I just didn’t think it’d be so soon. My mind blanks as I try to shift my focus to that of a 3 year trauma/ICU nurse. Not knowing what I’m walking into I take off my rings and bracelets as we enter the door. Terry leads me down what appears to be basement stairs and then leads me to another door. Before we go in he turns to me standing shoulder-width apart with his hands crossed in his front (REFERENCE).

s it just me or did it get ten degrees hotter in here?

“This kind of goes without saying but, you don’t say anything about what goes on behind this door,” Terry said.

With a nod of my head I say, “Of course not, now let’s see what I’ve gotten myself into yea?”

TERRY

“Gunshot wounds!? Terry, what do you expect me to do with this?!” Daphne asked, examining the semi-conscious man laying on the table. I watched carefully as she threw her locs up in a messy bun and went to work on her “patient”.

“They’re just flesh wounds, mostly just need patching up. You can do that right sweetheart?” I ask leaning back against the door. She rolls her eyes and mumbles out a ‘yeah’. That eye rolling shit is really starting to get on my nerves with how much it turns me on. 

“What kind of supplies do you have?” She asks looking over at me. 

I move to a storage closet on my right and open the door for her, “In here is everything you should need.”  I grab a cart containing multiple drawers with the supplies she might need (reference). Once I wheel it over to her she pauses and looks at the cart then me. 

“This is a hospital grade crash cart,” Daphne said, raising a brow at me. Damn, she’s pretty when she does that too. 

I nod slowly, “Yes, yes it is. I figured how can I ask you to do a job without the proper equipment.”

She lets out a disbelieving chuckle, “How’d you get all this? And can you get it restocked when I’m done with him?”

“Well I can’t really tell you how I got everything, let’s just say everything has its price. I’ll have it restocked before you have to do this again”, I say. 

Daphne just nods and takes a deep breath before heading to the sink, “Well, I’m going to need an extra hand in here. Do you have time or can you send someone else in here?”

“I’ll stay,” I reply with a shrug. She flashes me a small smile before instructing me to wash my hands in the sink. Once I finish I saddle up beside her and wait for instructions. Daphne hands me a pair of gloves instructing me to put them on. 

“Do you have any medical training?”Daphne asks as she puts a stethoscope to Paul’s (gunshot victim) chest. 

“Basic CPR and some shit I had to do in the field,” I say checking Paul’s heart rate 

“What branch?” 

“Who said I was military?” I ask, smirking at her. 

“Terry, be serious, look at how you stand, how you always sit facing the door, and how you talk. Let’s just say it wasn’t that hard for me to tell. Hand me that syringe that says ‘Morphine’ please,” she smiled at me sweetly, pointing at the aforementioned syringe.

I feel my smirk widen against my will, “You’ve been watching me?” I ask, passing her the syringe. 

She rolls her eyes yet again, “Oh don’t flatter yourself. I spent over a decade in healthcare. 25% of those people are from military backgrounds.” 

“So who was it? Mom or Dad?” I ask, holding pressure on Paul’s wound while she places an IV. 

“Huh?”, she asks, not looking up from her task. I can admire the way her nose scrunches and she bites her lip as she works through her task.

“Who was in the military? Your mom or your Dad?” I ask again. 

Daph lets out a small giggle, “What gave it away?” 

I clear my throat and her eyes meet mine. I move my index finger back and forth pointing at me then her, “Same recognizes same, sweetheart.” She huffs out another small laugh before focusing back in. I’m thinking of one thing and one thing only as we work in comfortable silence, patching Paul up. I need to make her laugh again. 

“My mom, she was in the Navy. She was the best,”I say reaching for my locket that had her picture in it. 

Terry nods before looking at me, “I’m sure she was sweetheart. I’m sorry you lost her so soon”. He’s got the prettiest eyes. They’re so expressive I feel like he’s saying more to me with just a look than he ever could with words. 

2.5 HOURS LATER

DAPHNE

When Terry and I exit the basement his club is empty.  “That was good work in there Daph,” Terry said, eyeing me appreciatively. 

“Well it was a simple plug and patch like you said, you probably could’ve done it,” I say, rubbing my hand against the back of my neck. 

Terry takes a step toward me, “You sore?”

“Yeah a tiny bit, it’s been a while since I had to do that. I’ll be fine,” I say, straightening my spine and shifting my hips from side to side. 

“Here let me,” Terry moved behind me, placing his hands at the base of my neck. My spine straightened like a stick was shoved straight up my ass. He starts to knead the stiff muscles in my neck and I feel my shoulders start to slump. He continues to knead and massage the back of my neck. I don’t even notice that I’m leaning back against him.

“Mmm that feels nice,” I say, leaning my hand to the side. He’s so close I can feel his exhale against my neck, I know he can see the goosebumps. 

“Yeah?” he says. I don’t know if I’m imagining it or not but it feels like his lips brush my neck. Before I can say anything else, there’s a knock on the door. I can feel Terry tense up behind me, like somebody poured a bucket of ice water down his back.  

“Go to the back, get your stuff, and leave,” Terry said, taking a step back from me like I burned him. My mind was reeling, I just silently nodded and turned to make my way back to the locker room. Who was at the door that made him shift his whole persona? I’m putting all my shit in my tote back when I hear my phone ring from somewhere inside it. Once I find it I tap the green button putting the phone up to my ear.

“Hey Lex, I’m about to leave now,” I say, slinging my bag over my shoulder. 

“Perfect, I got a ride from Princess. I put my keys in your coat pocket so you wouldn’t have to Uber by yourself this late,” my oh so considerate sister says. 

“You’re too good to me. Dinner on me tomorrow, “ I say, finding the keys she mentioned. Lexi and I yap for a few minutes before we say our goodbyes. Leaving the locker room I bump right into Terry.

“Oh! Sorry didn’t see you there,” I hate how awkward and strained my voice sounds. Terry’s eyes are unreadable as he looks through me. 

“Time to go, I’ll walk you out,” he said then abruptly turned and started down the hallway. 

“What the fuck?” I mumble to myself. I know we aren’t best friends or anything, but I thought that Terry and I were at least breaking down that wall ‘boss/ employee’ relationship between us. I thought we could at least have some sort of civility toward one another. I follow him out towards the main floor of the club and make my way towards the door. There’s a group of men sitting in the center of the club, they all look hella shady. I pick up my pace a little bit so I can get the hell out of there. 

“Daphne?,” I hear as I walk past the table. I look up toward the voice and my blood runs cold. What the fuck is Rafa’s brother doing here?

AUTHOR'S NOTE:  okay, okay. I know this one is short but the next one will be longer I promise. I kind of just wanted to focus on a little bit of character building because this is going to be a series. Let me know what you guys think! 

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WGM episode 1 | dk

episode 1: the first date

Author: bratzkoo Pairing: seokmin x reader Genre: fluff Rating: PG-13 Word count: 1.6k~ Warnings/note: fluff, fake marriage, and real feelings. cursing, seokmin curses a lot in his head.

summary: WE GOT MARRIED is back. Seokmin and Y/N pairs up to shoot 10 episodes for a special. Turns out, there are more things happenings off-camera than what meets the eye.

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Seokmin arrived at the baseball stadium thirty minutes early, because of course he did. What else was he supposed to do? Show up on time like a normal, non-desperate person? Ha!

He paced outside the main entrance, checking his reflection in his phone camera every forty-five seconds. Is this jersey too much? Not enough? Should I have worn the home team colors instead? Why didn't I consult Minghao about this?

His phone kept buzzing with texts from the members, who had apparently formed a task force dedicated solely to his dating life:

Hoshi: FIGHTING!!! Remember everything I told you about baseball metaphors!!  

Jeonghan: If you don't hold her hand at least once, you're sleeping in the practice room for a week  

Joshua: Just be yourself. But maybe 20% less loud.  

Mingyu: I bet Wonwoo 50,000 won that you'll spill something on yourself within the first hour  

Vernon: Just breathe, hyung  

Seungkwan: I PREPARED A SONG LIST FOR ROMANTIC MOMENTS PLEASE CHECK YOUR EMAIL

Seokmin was about to text back a series of increasingly panicked emojis when he spotted her walking toward the entrance.

Oh.  

Oh no.  

She looks PRETTY pretty.

Y/N was wearing a white sundress with a denim jacket and sneakers, her hair slightly tousled by the spring breeze. Seokmin's brain immediately emptied of all thoughts except one: If I mess this up, I will never forgive myself.

He shoved his phone in his pocket, completely forgetting his members' existence. The cameras were following at a discreet distance, but for once, he wasn't thinking about them.

"Hi," he managed, desperately trying to remember how normal humans greet each other. "You look nice."

Nice? NICE? That's the best you can do? She looks like a literal angel descended from heaven to grace this sweaty baseball stadium with her presence, and you said NICE?

Y/N tucked her hair behind her ear in that way that made his heart do a weird flippy thing. "Thanks. Is this okay for baseball? I wasn't sure what to wear."

"It's perfect," he said too quickly, then remembered the gift. "Oh! I got you something."

He pulled out the team cap he'd spent forty-five minutes selecting last night, trying to find one that would look cute on her without being too small or too big or too anything. "Every fan needs one."

"Does that make us officially a couple? Matching hats?" She took it with a smile that Seokmin felt in his soul.

"That's the first step," he confirmed, slipping into his performer persona because it was either that or spontaneously combust. "Next would be matching phone cases, then matching hoodies, and eventually matching gravestones."

She laughed, and the sound made Seokmin mentally high-five himself. YOU MADE HER LAUGH. POINT FOR TEAM SEOKMIN.

"Quite the commitment trajectory," she said.

"I don't make the rules of Korean couples culture," he shrugged, feeling a tiny bit more like himself. "I just follow them religiously."

She put the cap on, adjusting it slightly. "How do I look?"

Like everything I didn't know I wanted. Like the answer to a question I hadn't thought to ask. Like someone I'm going to embarrass myself over repeatedly for the next ten episodes.

"Very sporty," he said instead, the understatement of the century. "Ready to learn about America's favorite pastime?"

"I thought that was complaining on Twitter."

Seokmin burst out laughing, genuine and unfiltered. Is she always this witty? How am I supposed to survive this?

"Second favorite, then," he managed.

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Inside the stadium, Seokmin's chaotic energy went into overdrive. The camera crew was setting up around them, but all he could focus on was how close they were sitting. Their elbows could touch. That's practically third base, right? WAIT, BAD BASEBALL METAPHOR. Erase that thought immediately.

"So, rule number one," he began, desperate to seem knowledgeable about something, anything, "you have to eat stadium food. It's mandatory."

"Is that an official baseball rule or a Seokmin rule?" Y/N asked, eyes twinkling in a way that made his stomach do gymnastics.

"Both," he declared, committing fully to the bit. "It's in the official rulebook: 'All spectators must consume their body weight in overpriced food to maintain the economic ecosystem of professional sports.'"

"Well, we can't break the rules on our first date," she agreed solemnly.

First date. She called it a date. IT'S JUST FOR THE SHOW, SEOKMIN. GET A GRIP.

He signaled to a vendor with perhaps too much enthusiasm. "Two of everything, please."

"I was joking!" Y/N protested, laughing.

"I wasn't," he insisted. "You need the full experience."

Soon their seats were surrounded by enough food to feed the entire team. The camera zoomed in on the spread, then on Y/N's wide eyes.

"This is ridiculous," she said, but she was smiling.

"Welcome to marriage," Seokmin replied, handing her a hotdog and trying not to think about how their fingers brushed. "Sharing calories is the foundation of any good relationship."

When she took a bite and a tiny bit of ketchup appeared at the corner of her mouth, Seokmin experienced what could only be described as a gay panic, except heterosexual. He fumbled for a napkin so violently he knocked over his soda, barely catching it before it spilled everywhere.

Great. Now Mingyu was 50,000 won richer.

---

As the game began, Seokmin tried to explain the rules while simultaneously:

1. Not staring at Y/N too much

2. Not sounding like a know-it-all

3. Not accidentally touching her

4. Not spilling anything else

5. Remembering how baseball works

It was a lot.

"So the pitcher throws the ball, and the batter tries to hit it," he explained, pointing to the field. "If they hit it, they run to the bases—first, second, third, and home."

"Like a relationship," Y/N observed. "You go through different stages before coming home."

Seokmin nearly choked on his pretzel. Is she flirting? Is this what flirting feels like? I'm dying.

"Exactly," he wheezed. "Baseball is just a metaphor for love. That's why they call it America's pastime."

"What's a strike then?" she asked, leaning slightly closer to hear over the crowd noise.

THE PROXIMITY. HANDLE THE PROXIMITY.

"When you say something stupid and your partner gives you that look," he replied automatically, pantomiming a withering glare.

Y/N laughed again, and Seokmin felt like he'd just hit a home run.

The first few innings passed with Seokmin gradually relaxing, falling into an easy rhythm of explanation and banter. He was just starting to feel confident when the stadium's giant screen suddenly displayed a heart-shaped frame with "KISS CAM" blaring across the top.

And there they were, in high-definition glory.

Oh god oh god oh god oh god.

Y/N looked equally startled, her eyes wide as the crowd began to cheer.

"We don't have to—" Seokmin started to say, but the noise was too loud. His brain short-circuited completely, all systems failing simultaneously.

In a moment of pure panic, he yanked off his own baseball cap and placed it over his face, then leaned toward her with his face completely covered.

The crowd roared with laughter. When he peeked out from behind the cap, Y/N was doubled over, shoulders shaking with mirth.

"That," she gasped between laughs, "was the smoothest avoidance maneuver I've ever seen."

"I panicked," he admitted, ears burning hot enough to power a small city.

"It was perfect," she assured him, placing a hand briefly on his arm.

PHYSICAL CONTACT. THIS IS NOT A DRILL. REMAIN CALM.

His phone buzzed. Thirty new messages, all variations of keyboard smashing from the members who were undoubtedly watching the live game broadcast.

---

By the seventh-inning stretch, Seokmin had:

1. Explained the entire history of Korean baseball

2. Told three embarrassing stories about himself unprompted

3. Memorized the exact sound of Y/N's laugh

4. Developed seven new heart palpitations

5. Caught himself staring no fewer than twelve times

6. Not spilled anything else (A MIRACLE)

During the crowd wave, their hands accidentally brushed, and Seokmin felt it like an electric shock. When Y/N didn't pull away immediately, he wondered if she felt it too.

Don't read into it. It's for the cameras. It's for the show. It doesn't mean anything.

But when the home team hit a home run and everyone jumped to their feet cheering, Y/N impulsively hugged him in celebration, and for just a moment, with her arms around him and the roar of the crowd surrounding them, Seokmin forgot about the cameras completely.

---

As they walked out of the stadium after the game, Y/N still wearing the cap he'd given her, Seokmin gathered his courage.

"Did you have fun? Even though we lost?"

"Are you kidding? It was the most fun I've had in ages," she said, and he desperately wanted to believe it wasn't just for the show.

"So, for our next... episode," he began carefully, "would you be up for something I plan? Since Hoshi picked this one."

"I'd like that," she said, smiling that smile again. "Surprise me."

The production director called a wrap for the day, and the cameras finally turned off. There was a moment of awkward silence as reality reasserted itself.

"Can I walk you to your car?" Seokmin offered.

"Sure," Y/N said, falling into step beside him.

As they walked, Seokmin quietly slipped the game ticket stub into his pocket. A souvenir of something that wasn't real, but felt like it could be.

Later that night, after enduring an hour of teasing from the members about his kiss cam panic, he received a text:

Y/N: Thanks for today. I actually had a great time. You're a good teacher. :)

Seokmin smiled at his phone like an idiot for a full minute before replying:

Seokmin: Anytime. Looking forward to our next "date." Sleep well, fake wife.

As he set his phone down, he tried not to think about how much he was looking forward to episode two. Or how the word "fake" was already starting to feel like a lie.

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Complicated ( Lando Norris X reader and Charles Leclerc X reader)

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Plot: You are Lando's girlfriend but he has cheated on you. When you find out you find yourself at Charles's house and one thing leads to another and you guys end up having sex and then you're all confused because Lando tells you what really happened and you feel horrible for sleeping with Charles. Lando finds out you slept with Charles and you both decide not to stay together and move out but you get pregnant.

PS your name is Maeve i just felt it was easier to have an original character that you can put yourself in the shoes off - let me know any feedback! (I also want to note i wrote this around a year ago so please tell me if you like this writting style or my current more)

Please note this is 18+ and has sex scenes in it

It was 1 Am and I was still sat on the couch watching TV and scrolling through Tik tok, Lando was out with the  F1 boys Clubbing, It was a boy's night they did this every now and then which I loved, they were such a lovely and supportive group of men and I was glad he got along with them all. 

"hmm I guess we should go to bed huh Frankie," I said to our 2-year-old Dachshund and led him to the bedroom he settled into his little bed beside ours and I hopped under the fresh sheets and placed my phone on the nightstand and turned the light off rolling over to fall asleep. 

After what felt like about 30 minutes I was still awake just thinking about things I needed to do, I struggled to sleep without Lando which meant whenever he went away if I wasn't able to come I would constantly have trouble sleeping. 

I tossed and turned a few times before I decided to just go back on my phone until I felt sleepy. 

I was scrolling for a bit when I saw it. I had to sit up and rewatch it a few times and I kept zooming in.  It was a tikTok with the caption 'Lando Norris Spotted in a club in Nice Kissing a mystery woman who is not his Girlfriend Maeve Piastri fellow Mclaren Driver Oscar piastri's Twin sister. We will be interested to see if they have recently broken things off as they were spotted together just last week walking their dog Frankie in the streets of Monaco, Updates to follow.

"What the fuck" is all I say in disbelief 

I let the video replay and reply in my lap and I try and convince myself that isn't Lando but I know it is I'm not blind. 

I immediately call Oscar since he was there and I wait impatiently as it rings and rings. No answer shit. 

I text him 

Maeve: WTF Oscar where are you all? Did you see it happen? I'm freaking the fuck out here please call me. 

I need to speak with you, please

please call me as soon as you can 

I'm gonna throw up Im so fucking mad 

I wasn't getting a reply but I need to find out more so my next bet is Charles, he was the one I was closest with besides my brother and Lando, he's always been so kind and welcoming. 

I dial his number and wait for him to pick up 

"Mae, Mon Amour, what's wrong it's so late why aren't you asleep?" he asks 

I just burst into tears 

"oh my god Mae what's wrong love" he sounds very concerned 

"L-L-Lando cheated on me" I finally get out 

"WHAT," he says angrily "When?" 

"tonight....I saw a video" 

"send me the video," he says so I do I forward it to him for him to watch, I wait on the line still sobbing to myself. 

"I'm going to fucking kill him," he says 

"I can't get ahold of Oscar," I say 

"He Left the club hours ago, and so did I, I promise you Maeve if I had been there I would have not let that happen"

"I know" I went silent "I don't want to be here when he gets home" 

"I know mon amour I'll come get you. You can sleep in the spare room and in the morning you can talk to Oscar and see what you want to do okay?" 

"thank you, Charles"I get out through my tears 

"not to worry love I'll be there shortly" he said and hung up. 

"come on Frankie, Let's go to Charle's, daddy doesn't deserve to come home to us tonight," I say getting Frankie and taking him to get his collar and lead on. 

10 minutes later I heard Charles pull up the driveway and I grabbed the bag and quickly threw stuff in. 

when I opened my door I saw him standing there and he opened his arms for me which I graciously accepted 

"come on let's get going before he turns up" 

we got in the car and started Driving 

"I called Daniel and he said they didn't see it happen that he had gone off with a group of girls and they didn't think anything of it they said he just left the club but he didn't tell them if he was coming home or what he was doing" he looked at me nervously. 

I looked down and took a small breath "So what you're telling me is that he could have left the club with one of those girls right now and gone back to fuck her" I bit my lip as to tremble trying not to cry again and moved my head to face out the window. 

"I'm so sorry Maeve I promise we will fucking kill him when we see him next" 

"Oscar is going to kill him," I said still looking out the window.  "you know" I paused for a second, " Oscar told me to not get involved, he told me what he was like and I went ahead and did it anyway, I thought he would be different with me I guess I was just another name on his list" 

"Maeve" Charles says slowly. 

"No it's okay I've seen his true colours now, I should have known better is all" 

my sadness was turning into anger and resentment. 

When we got to Charles I put my stuff in the Spare room and Charles offered me a wine, which I accepted. 

I turned my phone off knowing I didn't want to speak to Lando when he got home and noticed I wasn't there 

we sat and talked on the couch for a bit trying to avoid the topic of what had happened that night so I wouldn't cry again. 

A few drinks later I was getting a bit drunk, I knew I wouldn't get to sleep tonight with my adrenaline I had passed the point of tired, Charles was good at distracting me which I was thankful for. 

We ended up playing some silly card games and were honestly beyond drunk by 5:40 Am when the sun was rising. 

"Charles look" I got up and walked to the balcony overlooking the Beautiful sunrise and the city of Monaco was breathtaking 

he came to join me on the balcony where we watched the sunrise silently. "Maeve" Charles broke the silence I turned my head to face him and realised how close he was I looked into his eyes and then down to his lips and back up again he did the same. the tension was thick or maybe it was just because of how much we had to drink 

"Can I?" he said in a low voice and I nodded 

I knew I probably shouldn't but with everything that had happened tonight I knew Lando had done worse. 

It started off slow and then became needy and sloppy he grabbed my waist and pulled me close to him. 

"hop up" he tapped my butt and I jumped wrapping my legs around his waist and he walked us back inside and to his bed. 

He placed me down on the bed and then pulled his top over his head and then gone were his shorts leaving him in his boxers. 

I also took off my Pajama top and bottoms leaving my breast bare and just a pair of Knickers on 

his eyes went wide as he saw me on the bed "well Fuck, Lando is a fucking idiot" 

"Shhh don't mention his name," I said back "Come here," I said and he did 

he crawled on top of me and began kissing again, he slowly made his way down my neck to my chest and over my breasts. He focused on one breast at a time the other in his hand making me moan a little. 

"Charles please." I said very needy for him down lower

he smirked and looked up and me as he kissed his way down further and hovered over my heat with my leg wide open. I could feel his hot breath over my Clit 

"Charles omg please do something" he giggled and pulled them aside and attached his lips to my core using his tongue to pleasure me sucking on my clit and then he added two fingers. 

He kept at it and I must admit he was very good at this. I was getting closer and starting to clench. He pulled away making me whimper and he came back up to my lips kissing me again and letting me taste myself. 

He pulled down his boxers and lined himself up at my entrance and pushed in after looking me in the eyes for confirmation. 

"Fuck" I said

"Oh Mon Dieu" he said and then he started speaking French under his breath 

he kept thrusting in and out and we were getting sweaty and our kissing got messier and he started kissing my neck again 

"I'm going to cum" he said 

"me too," I said back, truth be told I normally never came by penetration with Lando he usually had to use his fingers on my clit rubbing it while he fucked me for me to cum so this was a new experience for me. 

He came first and it wasn't too long after we came down from our high and he rolled off me. 

"I'll be back" I said and excused myself to the bathroom. 

When I came back he followed suit, 

We both lay in his bed under his sheets and the sun was flowing through the windows 

my eyelids were getting heavy and I let them fall closing my eyes and falling asleep. 

I'm not sure how long I was asleep when I was woken by a phone ringing over and over, 

"Omg can you please shut that thing up," I said out loud 

I heard a grumble next to me and then someone got up out of bed and answered the phone 

"Sault" I heard a familiar voice.

My head was pounding and everything was so goddamn loud so it was hard to pinpoint who it was.

I groaned and put the pillow over my head. 

"No she doesn't want to speak with him," the voice said "I don't know if that's the best idea she's asleep currently and it took her forever to fall asleep last night, what if I get her to call you later when she's awake and ready?" he paused before he continued "Okay thank you Oscar" and then he hung up I opened my eyes at the mention of my brother when I saw the room around me I started to remember what happened last night. 

"omg my head hurts so much" I said turning around to see Charles standing next to the bed Naked "omg Cover yourself up Charles" I yelled covering my eyes with my hand. 

"Wow rude." he laughed "I'm going to have a shower you can have one when I'm done" 

I ran through what happened last night and how I ended up in bed with Charles Naked. 

I rubbed my eyes and thought what the fuck have I done. I got up after Charles came back and had a nice hot shower which was much needed. 

Once I was dressed I got my phone and turned it back on and saw the notifications flood in from everyone the most were from Lando and Oscar but I saw ones from my parents and siblings who heard the news too.

"I better call Oscar" I said to Charles who was now in the kitchen making coffee 

"No worries" he said 

I pressed his contact and didn't wait long for him to answer. 

"Mae are you okay?" he answers 

I took a deep breath "Not really." 

"I'm so sorry Mae if I hadn't left early I would have been with him and this would have never happened" 

"Don't do that it's not your fault he made a decision that's all him, if he had been stopped last night he just would have done it somewhere else. OMG do you think this isn't the first time he's done this" 

"I fucking hope this is the first time I'm seriously going to give him an earful believe me and if Mclaren would let me I would probs make him crash next race" 

"I'm sorry I didn't listen to you" 

"I know Mae it's okay I really thought he had changed for you" 

"Me too." 

"Do you want me to go over there and speak to him? He has been calling me all morning." 

"No that's okay I'll send him a text so he can at least know I'm ok not that he deserves that." 

"Okay call me later when you're ready I'll come pick you up."

"Okay, thanks Oscar love you." 

"Love you to Mae." 

The call ended and I decided to text Lando. 

Maeve: I'm at a friend's house. I don't want to speak with you I just wanted to let you know I'm okay and that I know. Please respect that I need space

Lando: Mae I Promise I didn't do anything please just hear me out It's not at all what it looked like I didn't kiss her

Maeve: Really? what's this then 

https://www.tiktok.com/@Newslive_Now/video/72729282397449936953602 (not a real link)

Lando: Maeve seriously I know how it looks I promise it wasn't like that at all please let me explain to you in person where are you? 

Maeve: nothing can change what happened Lando i can see it with my own eyes you can't argue with that.  

He didn't reply thankfully. 

I walked over to Charles and he handed me a cup of coffee Frankie was at my feet licking up some food Charles had given him. 

"How did that go?" he asked 

"Lando messaged me saying it was how it looked but what a load of shit you can't argue with that video." 

"it definitely is hard to argue when it's caught on video. Want some Breakfast" he offered

"Yes please I'm starving, it was an exhausting night." I said and then realised we hadn't addressed what happened last night "Um Charles we really should talk about what happened last night" 

he sighed and stopped what he was doing and turned around to face "Look Mae, Im not going to sit here and pretend I didn't enjoy what happened last night, or that I haven't liked you more than a friend for a while now  but we overstepped a boundary last night I know we were drunk and you were vulnerable and I apologise if you feel I took advantage of you." 

"Oh wow thank you for being so mature Charles." I sent him a small smile. 

"I do really like you Mae but I know you are not in the right place right now to even explore if there is something between us so I just want you to know I am not going to cross that boundary again unless you want me to." 

"Thank you Charles" I said as he went back to cooking breakfast 

it honestly wasn't a shock he liked me as I said he was the one who was the closest to me part from my brother and Lando and I had a small suspicion he liked me but thankfully never acted on it until last night. 

Charles passed me my plate of food when there was an aggressive knock on the door that startled us both.

I removed my gaze from the door and looked at Charles knowing who it was 

"Do you want me to go kick him out?" 

"I'll deal with it," I said getting up and walking to the door. 

I opened it and saw Lando honestly looking shit like he hadn't slept all night.

I closed the for behind me and pulled him away from the door slightly 

"what the fuck are you doing here?" I asked looking around the street to make sure no one was around.

"Daniel told me you were here I had to come and speak to you please Mae just give me 5 minutes to explain." 

"Fine 5 minutes talk fast" I sighed rolling my eyes. 

"Okay so I was there and this group of ladies came up to me telling me it was their friend's hen party and that her Fiance was a huge fan of mine and that he would be so jealous if she had a photo with me so I went over with them the bride was so drunk and while we were posing she kissed me, I pushed her off as soon as I could and nothing else happened that's all Mae I didn't even kiss her back and I left straight away the only reason I wasn't home quicker was I had to wait for an uber and they kept cancelling on me, I promise you, baby, I would never cheat on you ever I love you way too much" 

I bit my lip and looked away from him. Fuck what the fuck have I done. 

"Mae baby say something." 

"I just need a moment to think" I covered my face with my hands and started to swear "Fuck fuck fuck shit omg" I paused and pulled my hands down and looked at Lando looking so exhausted and shit and here I was fucked by his co-worker and friend last night...I'm the cheater, not him. 

"I'm such a fucking idiot," I said feeling so guilty I could be sick 

"What's wrong? What did you do fuck Charles" he joked a smile on his face laughing off what he said 

I closed my eyes and covered my face again with one hand and softly shook my head 

"Oh my fucking god did you Maeve?" he said shocked I didn't answer 

"Answer the fucking question Maeve" he was stern now 

"It wasn't like that" was all I could get out 

"Jesus Christ I can't fucking believe you my side of the bed was cold for 5 seconds and you went and fuck my friend, you didn't even ask me what happened before you went and fucked him"  he shouted. 

"I was drunk and in an emotional state I wasn't thinking I thought you had gone home with that woman" 

"But you never fucking asked me Maeve I would never do that to you, but you would" he was crying now and my eyes were getting teary. 

" you know what have a nice fucking life Maeve you and Charles deserve each other," he said and walked up the driveway out of the property to his car.

'Fuck me" I said wiping my tears that wouldn't stop falling from my eyes. 

I stood out there for about 10 minutes trying to compose myself before I walked back in to Charles. 

When I went back in he saw me crying and came to hug me "What happened." 

"He didn't cheat but I did" I cry more into his shoulder

"What do you mean he didn't cheat?" he asked shocked 

"She kissed him and he pushed her off and then he left and I'm such a fucking idiot, I told him what happened last night and now he's gone and honestly I deserve it I fucking cheated on him I'm worse than he is" I was a blubbering mess. 

Oscar came and picked me and Frankie up later that day and took me to his. 

I didn't want to outstay my welcome so when I knew Lando was out the next day I went back to our house and packed up all the things I would need and dropped Frankie off at home and then Oscar dropped me at the airport, I was going to go home for a bit to London and just take some time to heal I stayed at a hotel for a few weeks not wanting to cause a fuss at my parents.

The media was in a frenzy it was all over the news and all F1 media, Lando got a stern talking to from Mclaren Oscar told me and I heard from Daniel that Oscar also gave Lando quite a talking to even after knowing the truth of what happened he still was mad at Lando for the kiss happening in the first place. Lando had to release a statement on what happened. 

Charles hadn't reached out giving me my space and I was glad that i couldn't think about it or I would feel sick to my stomach with what happened. Apparently, Lando went over to Charles and they had a fight that ended with Lando punching Charles. 

Lando hadn't spoken to me but had organised with Oscar for all my stuff to be moved out. 

He told Oscar he was mad at me for what happened but didn't blame me he told him he blamed Charles for taking advantage of me in the state I was in and getting me drunk while I was already in a vulnerable state and Charles told Lando about how he felt about me and that's when he punched him saying he probably made me think bad of Lando so Charles could get in my pants a swoop in. 

I felt sorry for Charles, as much as yes he did take advantage of the situation he had apologised and backed off and was mature about it I didn't think there was any ill intention. 

4 weeks after staying at the hotel I decided I needed to get myself an apartment so I went flat hunting and found a small one-bedroom in Belgravia and signed the lease. I was ready to start fresh away from Monaco. 

2 months in my new flat and I was out at the supermarket and went down the toiletries section. I was glancing at the shelves when I saw the Pads and Tampons and I realised I hadn't had my period in two months. 

God I was a fucking idiot I put a pregnancy test in my trolley (shopping Cart for all the Americans) 

When I got home and had packed away my shopping I took the test. I waited the 3 minutes anxiously.

My phone timer went off and I flipped over the test and saw the 2 pink lines. Well fuck. 

Who's the fucking Father.... Charles or Lando? both of them I had unprotected sex with around the same time. 

I have no idea what I do next.

I decide to call my brother cause he was the one person I was closest to, Being twins we shared everything. 

It rings a few times before he answers. 

"hey Mae, what's up?" 

"Oscar I'm going to tell you something and I need you not to freak out" 

"well now I'm worried what's wrong?" 

"I'm...pregnant" 

silence 

I can hear him breathing and he lets out a big sigh "Do you know who the father is?" 

"No, I mean I slept with them both within a couple of days it could be either" 

"Alright what are we going to do?" 

"No Oscar not we. I need to be a big girl and do this myself." 

"Mae seriously what are you going to do, turn up to their house and tell them to give you their DNA? Can you even find out this early?" 

"Yeah you can, I don't know do you think there is a better way to do this? I've never exactly plan for this to happen." 

"I know Mae I'm sorry it sucks this has all happened you gonna fly out here then?" he asked I could hear the pity in his voice. 

"I guess I'm gonna book a doctor's appointment first to get all checked out and then I'll come I'll text you when I get an appointment." 

"Okay Mae, hey whatever happens you know you have us all and we will support you" 

"I know thanks Osc, love you." 

"Love you too Mae." 

time to book an appointment 

I got an appointment for the following Monday and it was all I could think about what was I going to say to them both? 

I laid down on the table and the technician pulled my top up 

"This might be a bit cold.," she said and squirted the gel onto my stomach area

I take a breath and look up at the monitor on the wall and that's when I see them. My beautiful baby my heart just melts that's a little me in there. 

"There they are not a shy little one they are looking at about 3 months is that about right?" 

"Yeah 3 months." 

"And you had no symptoms?" 

"Um I mean none that I attributed to this I was a little sick I thought I just had food poisoning but it went and I mean I have been out of breath and a bit fatigued but again I didn't think I was pregnant I just moved back to London so I just thought it was because of that" 

"Okay well that's okay not everyone gets all the typical symptoms, and bubs seems to be healthy so just make sure to take it easy from now on, we will do another scan at week 18 but  we can book a check-up if you want in between just to get your blood test done and any tests you may want to do, and I see on your form you noted you would like to do a DNA test will you be bringing in the potential father or just a sample?" 

"Um can I do that just get a sample?" 

"Yeah it's just a cheek swab so if you want to get him to complete it and then send it off to the lab for testing we can take a blood test sample today so we have that on record" 

"He's in Monaco do I have to get him to fly to London or can I bring the swab back?" 

"He can take it in Monaco and then you can mail it I can give you a parcel for it" 

"Thank you," I said and looked back up at the little baby on the screen 

"Would you like to know the gender or are you wanting to wait?" 

"Are you able to write it down for me so when I'm ready I can know?" 

"No worries" she goes to write it down and then when she comes back she goes to take some blood and completes some health tests on me. 

Walking out I look at the photographs from the sonographers and took a picture to send to Oscar. I hadn't told the rest of the family yet only because I wanted to know who the father was first. 

I went home and packed for my short trip back to Monaco and spoke with Oscar and his girlfriend Lily while I packed and spoke about the appt. 

"Who are you going to ask to do the DNA test?" Lily asked 

" I was thinking Charles only because why bother Lando who clearly wants nothing to do with me unless it is his baby and I don't want to bring up everything that has happened unless I need go" 

"Good thinking, Lando's has been in a real mood ever since best not to annoy him unless needed"

"Have you started showing?" Lily asked

"yeah only the last few days I've really started to pop and can see my little belly so who knows how long until I can't hide it anymore, I'll have to tell the family as soon as I know and have discussed a plan" 

"Yeah wow this is so reaI i can't believe we're gonna have a niece or nephew" Lily seemed excited and look in any other circumstance iIwould too i love kids and I've always wanted to be a mum but it was so scary to think of the future of me and this baby.

"Alright well we have to go I'll pick you up from the airport in nice tomorrow at 9AM okay?" Oscar said and I nodded 

"Thank you love you both bye."

They waved and ended the call. 

Once I finished packing my small bag I settled on doing a bit of work on my laptop before bed. 

I was so glad to work was so flexible for me, I was a social media manager for a few clients as well as having my own social media make me money with Advertisements and sponsorships. 

the next morning I was up early to travel to Heathrow for my flight. Luckily the airport wasn't too busy this morning and I went through quite quickly and waited for my flight. 

After the short flight I arrived in Nice and went out to see Oscar waiting for me, He pulled me into a tight hug 

"Missed you Mae." 

"Naw I always miss you Osc, I don't like not being in the same town anymore" i looked at him sadly. 

"You didn't to leave you know, you could have stayed" 

"I know I just needed some space and time away to get myself in a good space" 

"I know! come on let's go I wanna take you out to breakfast before I talk you to see Charles" 

"Okay sounds perfect" 

We drove to Monaco which wasn't far from Nice and just chatted about life and the drive there.

He took me to our favourite Cafe.

"So do you know if iI'm having a Neice or a nephew?" he wiggled his eyebrows 

I laughed "About that I'm gonna give you something to hold onto and yes you can read it but I swear to god Oscar if you do read it I don't want to know just yet what gender the baby is" I said seriously 

"Omg no I can't be trusted with no spilling that secret" 

"Give it to Lily then it's so tempting to look but I want to save that for when I know if it's Lando or Charles we find out together" 

"Oh god just promise if I do read it and spill the beans you won't yell at me lol" 

"No promises" I laugh and sip my juice 

After breakfast, he dropped me off to Charles' house who was aware I was dropping by as Oscar asked him if he would be home

I walked down the driveway and knocked on the door 

He opened the door. 

"Mon Amour I missed you come in" he gave me a small hug and stepped aside to let me in.

"Thanks for seeing me." 

"Of course, Oscar said you needed to speak with me, Please sit can I get you a drink?" 

"Just a water please" I smiled and sat down on his couch. 

"Sure" he smiled and disappeared in the kitchen

when he came back he set the drinks on the table and sat on the couch next to me "How have you been?" 

I smiled and let out a small laugh "I've been better but the reason I'm back and sitting here in your living room is that I um..." I paused" Fuck this is a lot harder to say thanIi thought it would be" I took a breath and he placed a hand on my thigh and gave it a reassuring squeeze. 

"It's okay take your time" he gave me a nod of encouragement 

I took a sip of water and then a deep breath "Im..Pregnant" I watched his eyes go a bit wild and his mouth fell open a small bit

"Oh, and i'ts mine?" he looked at me questioningly 

"truthfully I don't know so I need a DNA sample to test with and I didn't think Lando would speak to me " 

"Oh Mon amour I'm so sorry you're in this situation its completely my fault I didnt even remember that we didn't use protection to be honest id just assumed even drunk I would have remembered that" 

"Yeah I didn't think about it either and Lando and I had been intimate in the same week and he had just pulled out so there's still always a chance it was him. which serves us right for using the pull-out method if it is his" 

he sighed "Still I feel guilty for my part in all of this" 

"I'm sorry he punched you" I said 

"Dont be I deserved it" 

"I'm sorry you're now in this position too, if I'd noticed my period was late earlier I could have taken a pill and we wouldn't be in this situation right now" 

"Oh Mae I wouldn't have wanted that and you know Lando wouldn't have either" 

"Anyway here is the cheek swab and the parcel you can do it and post it whenever you feel like it they already have the babies DNA on file" I said and looked down to my belly and rubbed it and his eyes followed suit 

"You know Mae if it's mine, I will love and support you both forever you know that right? I know it may not be exactly how I planned to be a father but my Papa was the greatest man alive and I will strive everyday to be half the man he was for that baby" 

I place my hand on my heart "I know Charles, you know he is already so proud of the man you are" 

"Thank you Mon Amour, I'll get this test done ASAP and send it for you so you can know"

"Do you want to see a photo?" I asked and he nodded a smile on his face 

I reached into my bag and brought out the Photos from the ultrasound. 

"Oh wow look at them so small and beautiful like their mama already" he said taking the photo from me and making me smile looking at him. 

I spend a few more days with Lily and Oscar in Monaco just hanging out before leavving back for London and thankfully not bumping into anyone else I know and especially not Lando.

2 and a half weeks later it was a normal day I had been out for an appointment for work when I came home and checked my letter box seeing I had 3 letters I took them into my apartment and flicked through them as I took my shoes off, one from the bank, one from the local council and one that didn't say who it was from. I opened that once first as I was curious to see who it was from hoping it was the DNA results. 

The letter read: 

PATERNITY TEST 

Dear Miss Piastri, 

We recently received a sample From C. Leclerc to Compare to the sample provided by you regarding the paternity of the unborn Child. 

Alleged Father Details 

Charles Marc Hervé Perceval Leclerc  16 October 1997.     HECAASGU_0032

Mother Details:                                                                                                                                                             Maeve Elizabeth Piastri    6 April 2001.    HECAASGA_0034

Regarding the sampling of the participants please refer to the protocols in copy. We received the originals of the identity confirmations and of the consent statements. 

Method:DNA isolation was carried out separately for all samples. Genetic characteristics were determined by the following PCR-single-locus-technology analysis. 

Results: 

The results of the analysis are shown below: 

DNA-System DNA-criteria Charles Leclerc

HID123830_001DNA-criteria Charles Test

HID123830_002AM X, Y X, Y

D3S1358 14, 15 14, 18

D1S1656 16.3, 17.3 16.3, 13.3

D6S1043 11, 17 15, 19

D13S317 9, 12 8, 9

Penta E 10, 16 14, 18

D16S539 12, 15 19, 13 

In all analyzed PCR systems, Charles Leclerc does not show the genetic markers which have to be present for the biological father of the child. The biostatistical analysis of the PCR systems was performed according to the method of Essen-Möller. The probability of Mr. Charles Leclerc being the biological father is < 01.9999 %.

Conclusion: Based on our analysis, it is practically proven that Mr. Charles Leclerc is not the biological father of the child. 

"oh Shit"  I breathed out. 

Lando is my only thought. I need to tell him. I'm already 4 months pregnant now he needs to know. 

I booked the next flight to Nice which is tonight and quickly packed a small bag and got ready. 

I left for the airport and organise a car to pick me up in Nice. when the car arrives at Landos... and my old house it's about 9PM 

I thank the driver and walk down to the front door. I take a deep breath before I knock. 

I wait patiently as I hear him coming down from upstairs and Frankie barking like mad already down to the door like always. I had a jumper on that was a bit baggy so it isn't as obvious that my bump is there for when he opens the door. 

The door swings open and he looks taken aback "You're not my Pizza" he says 

"I'm sorry to just show up like this am I able to come in and talk?" I ask 

"um.." he hesitates "Sure" he steps aside and lets me in 

"I'm sorry this was a last-minute trip I've come straight from the airport and I wouldn't come unless it was important" 

he looks at me expecting me to spit it out while I was here 

"Right sorry, I'm here because well" I pause for a small second "I'm pregnant and it's yours" 

He blinks his eyes a bit and then they get wide looking at me as if I am a fish out of water 

"You're what?" he said shocked

"pregnant" I pull up my jumper to show my belly through the tight white top I had underneath

His mouth falls open while he stares at my bump he closes his mouth and sits down on the chair just behind him just staring straight. 

a knock at the door goes off and he doesn't move an inch. 

I look at him and realise he hasn't even noticed the knock

"I'll get that then" I said slowly and began to walk towards the door and answered it and took the pizza from the delivery man and walked back towards the living room with it and put it down on the table. 

he is still sitting where I left him 

"you're scaring me Lando" I said and put my hand on his Shoulder 

"You're pregnant....and it's mine?" 

"yeah I got a DNA Test done" I said and put the letter down and the photo from the sonograph. As it landed on the table it caught his eye and he reached to pick them both up, 

"So you thought it was Charles'?" 

"I had no idea and I thought it would be easier to ask him to do a DNA test because I didn't think you would speak to me" 

He closed his eyes and shook his head a little "So wait how far along are you?" 

"4 months" 

"4 MONTHS," he said loudly "Holy shit so your'e like almost halfway" he covers his face. 

"I'm really sorry Lando, I had no idea I was pregnant until it was too late" 

"You now I don't blame you for that night, I was so fucking mad at myself and at Charles and at you I just exploded, but you thought i'd cheated and so you went to Charles for protection and he fucking used you the bastard, you were in such a vunerable state and he was the one who gave you all those drinks and knew he could take advantage of you in a situation like that and he should have known better. I mean your not completely innocent in this all but neither am I and I get it why it happened" 

"None of it ever should have happened but it did and I'm sorry that it all happened" 

"Dont you apologise, I know you're sorry and I'm sorry we  are in this situation, I guess my pull out game isn't as strong as I thought and my Sperm seem to be as fast as Max verstappen " he jokes cracking a small smile. 

"Ew" i laugh "So what happens now?" 

"I don't know Mae, I mean I always knew it may happen and although it happened in the complete opposite way I imagined, its' still happened so I guess we just do the best we can. Do wanna start as friends and take it slow and find ourselves again and if we're meant to be then we will get there and if not we deal with it as it comes. 

I nod almost crying. 

"Oh come here you" he says getting up and giving me a hug "You wanna stay for pizza and Frankie cuddles?" I nod into his shoulder. 

"I'd like that" I replied. 

We sat down and then I remembered 'You better call Oscar and put him out of his misery he knows the gender he hasn't spoken to me in 4 days because he was worried he would spill the secret" I laughed and so did Lando 

He pulled out his phone and Facetimed Oscar 

"wasssapp" Oscar answers the phone and immediately sees us both in the frame 

"OMG OMG OMG RED ALERT MAE I CAN NOT KEEP MY MOUTH SHUT" he panics 

I laugh "It's okay Oscar you can tell us" 

He burst into a smile and takes a big breath "You're having a little boy" he bites his bottom lip with happiness 

I let out a breath and my eyes start tearing up and I turn to Lando "a little boy Lando"I say as he wipes away a few stray tears 

"I'm gonna have a little boy to race with" he says and looks over to me in disbelief 

"He's gonna be a Piastri Fan I can feel it in my bones and wanna race with Uncle Oscar" 

We laugh and have some small talk before he let's us go to work everything out 

"you wanna move back in?" Lando asks grabbing a slice of pizza and handing it to me 

"I would love that, I've been so lonely" I say honestly 

"me too, it's just not the same without you here" he says and Frankie jumps up on the couch and cuddles into me "We've both missed you so much"

[bugs1nmybrain]

Could you possibly write Professor Aizawa x college student reader, where UA is a college instead of a high school?

Teacher's Crush - Professor!Aizawa x College Student!Reader ☆ Part 1

Warnings: No smut but nsfw, fem-reader, Professor x student, age gap (readers in early 20s, Aizawa is 30), no sex and cliffhanger, unrealistic confession, not proofread, very ooc aizawa

Notes: OOF. I questioned if I should do this because it is admittedly a guilty pleasure, but it feels taboo?? Then I remembered some of the somno and dub-con stuff I've written and humbled myself down. Fiction is meant to be fun. You're in luck! The recent chapters of MHA rekindled my Aizawa fixation a bit. Very excited to write this.

I plan to make a part 2 of this that will include ooey gooey SMUT. There's just a lot that has to build up to their relationship.

The College won't be UA itself but an out of canon school. Any MHA students will not be included. Aizawa is an English teacher because I noticed that he likes reading in Vigilantes so maybe he has a secret passion for it.

Notes About Reader: Fem-reader, Honor student, shorter than Aizawa, curvy, early 20s

College had its challenges, but overall, you were an A+ student and even better, a teacher's pet. Or..professor's pet?

Professor Aizawa had a soft spot for you. One that he was ashamed of. But the thing was, he couldn't help himself be completely enamored by his favorite student. You were responsible, kind, humble, smart, and reliable. A brilliant student, he could tell from your essays and comments in class. A mind of your own. That's not to say that you were flawless. Sometimes, you'd make a grammatical mistake or two, but he ignorantly disregarded them (which he did not do with the other students) because he enjoyed the appreciative thanks you gave him on the school website when you got a perfect grade.

It's a good thing he was respectful, because you also waltzed into class with little slutty skirts and tops that conveniently showed off your waist and tits. Like today. Yeesh, playing the schoolgirl angle up much?

"Who can tell me the cultural significance of this week's reading?"

Professor Aizawa glanced around to the sounds of crickets. Even you weren't speaking up, though you did seem to have a peculiar look on your face. He wondered how your expression would shift.

"Y/n."

You jolted up and redirected your attention.

"What're your thoughts?"

"Oh, well, I assumed it was important because it showed the socioeconomic struggles of people in the real world in this time period and what they did to make ends meet."

"Great work. Sharp as always, Y/N."

You smiled at him with what seemed like a blush. This was regular lately. You always dressed nice, but lately, your outfits were more revealing, and you became more flustered at his praise. You were so cute.

He wanted you so bad.

And so did you.

Professor Aizawa was one of the younger instructors at this school, though still well older than you. But with his sluggish looks and broody attitude, you'd think he was older than 30. You weren't the only one charmed by him. You heard some students joke about who had the biggest dick out of all professor's and how Aizawa was easily on the top. You wondered how true that was...

He gave you looks that he didn't to the others and you weren't stupid. The As you recieved seemed undeserving at times, but he'd marvel at your work. You caught him peaking when you'd lift up from a chair and your body was on display for him. How soft his tone was with you, and an underlying lust from both of you.

"It's 4pm. Class dismissed." As everyone began gathering their supplies, Aizawa stood from his desk and came over to you.

"Y/N. I'd like to speak with you once everyone's left," he said as if it wasn't an option.

"Wha-what's wrong?" You panicked. You became anxious whenever you suspected you've done something wrong. Especially from Aizawa.

"Don't stress, just stay seated and wait for them to leave."

You nodded sheepishly. Aizawa stood by his desk, trying to keep distance between you and him. You didn't know what on earth was wrong and to upset your favorite professor would hurt you for the rest of the semester.

The rest of the students left, leaving the empty noise between you and Aizawa. He stood seated on his desk with his hands figeting with each other.

"You always tell us to get off the seats," you joke, not remembering that you may be in trouble right now.

"This is my desk. Those chairs are the schools."

"Right. I'm sorry, sir."

Mm.. you were too much for him.

"Why-why, uh. Did I miss an assignment? I did have a busy week so I'm not sure."

"No. Nothing like that. Your grades are perfect, one of the best in my class and I wager the rest of your classes, right?"

"Well, I'm not the brightest in CIS, but I have an A."

"The A is what matters. You seem pretty hard on yourself, I've come to notice."

"I-uh. Hm?"

"I have to pay attention to all my students to make sure you're all living up to your potential. You're talented, and you have a promising future. You're really not an English major?"

"No. I don't read as much as this class has me."

"You seem to like movies based on your personal essays. Film studies have similar elements, you know? But I'm sure you're going to do great things with your degree."

"Thank you, Aizawa. Um. You're much nicer to me than the others, I've noticed," you laugh nervously.

"Is it that obvious?"

"Yes."

Aizawa chuckled softly. The first laugh you've heard from him. You weren't sure if Aizawa was even capable of humor.

"Well it's because I.."Shota stammered, realizing he really didn't have a solid reason for keeping you behind. He figured just having a reassuring peptalk could win him moments with you. But you were catching on.

Shota's gaze zoned out on your breasts without thought. He admired your short stature and full features more than he should. It felt wrong. You were his student.

"What's that?" You asked.

"I suppose I just see you as a model student."

"Thank you, Professor Aizawa."

"Of course. I was wondering if perhaps you'd be interested in doing a work study as my personal teaching assistant."

"Are you serious?"

"Yes. You'd recieve hourly pay and it's part time. I think you're smart enough to handle it."

"I mean, yea! I would love that. I've been trying to get work study for a while but I've had troubles."

Well, this was convenient he thought, considering it was spur of the moment. "I'm glad to hear that. You'll do great and I look forward to working with you."

While you were still here, Aizawa thought of another way he could capture your attention. Your outfit was a problem and it made him feel in checkmate. His cock would grow in his pants just at the sight and the filthy thoughts he had. Though it was against his personal beliefs on the matter, it could be worth it to scold you.

"You know...Y/N. Your sense of style is rather revealing as of late."

"Oh."

"I'm not mad. It's just that the students, especially the boys, might have a hard time focusing in class."

Aizawa eyed you with a faint look of wanting, as if he was trying to signal to you his intentions. He's already accepted he's borderline fucked if you two got together. Would he risk that? With the submissive and hungry pout you gave him back, though...hell yea he would.

"Am I being dress coded?" You perk up playfully.

"Mm..well, maybe you should show me if that skirt passes your fingertips, hm?"

You couldn't believe what was happening. You halfway doubted he was actually trying to make a move, but you realized that he was angled in a way to conceal his crotch from a boner.

"I- um!" You blushed and cracked a smile. You got up and started to check the fingertips, but Aizawa snickered again.

"I wasn't serious about that," he smiled at you, shamelessly looking you up and down. "Y/N, I'm really proud of you. So responsible, smart, attentive. Always in the front of my class, giving me a gorgeous smile. Are your clothes maybe a call for my attention, too?"

It's like he caught you like a deer in headlights. You stammered and looked down at the floor, in disbelief of what he was saying to you. You felt a tingle in between your legs, and Aizawa noticed your squirm.

"Come here," he looked at you with a motion of his pointer finger. So you obeyed and stood in front of him. "Do you have a crush on me?"

He got you.

You felt heated and panicked, worried this would be a problem. By how he spoke, it seemed thay he liked you too. But this was wrong, right?

"I..I mean, you are my favorite professor."

"Uh-huh..that's good to know,"he smirked, encouraging you to say more, but you kept quiet. "Is that why you're always nearly the only student to stay for extra lessons? With your smarts, you certainly don't need them."

"Well, it always helps to stay on top of things," you bluffed.

"That also explains you staring at me in the halls and through the teachers lounge window?"

Did he really notice that? You thought.

"..maybe. I'm sorry, Professor Aizawa.." You spoke in shame.

"It's alright, kitten."

!~¡☆!

Kitten

"This is very inappropriate," he remarks, as if you were the one who approached him.

"Well. Yea."

"Mhm. Are you able to keep a secret for us? Do you want that?"

You stared at him with huge eyes of excitement. You swore you must've been dreaming. You soon felt a calloused hand brushing up again your hand.

"How rational do you think this is?" You giggled, moving closer to rest your forehead on his.

"Not very. But it's not rational to force these things away, either." He sighed in relief, feeling his heart become warm. "Would you like to go out to dinner with me? Out of town, ideally."

"Yea. That'd be very nice."

[seenoversundown]

Insidious : Four

Jake Kiszka x Rory (Fem OC)

Warnings: Strong language, Alcohol, Drinking/Blacking Out, Insinuations/Foul Play, Moshing, Strange (but hot) men, Metal Music, Angry themes, anxious thoughts, a lot of Josh, and not thinking straight.

Word Count: 3.8k

Author's Note: There's something to be said about this specific story and I wish I could say it but, you'll just have to figure it out for yourselves. 🤭

Tempe, Arizona | Show #1

“You guys have two hours!” I shout as they’re all fucking around on the bus. “Can you at least get dressed?” Looking over at Sam who was completely clothed at one point today but now, he’s sat in his boxers. 

“Okay, okay!” Sam throws his hands up, laughing as he does. Winking as he says, “Only because you asked nicely.”

Shooting him a smile, “Thank you!” 

I spend most of the afternoon trying to not check my schedule too many times and let them do whatever they want, so they don’t get too antsy. Trying to remind myself that they’re still boys at the end of the day— they need to get the energy out or it’ll suddenly be my problem. 

Unfortunately, I’m the one who’s losing their mind. Taking the opportunity, I sneak off into the bathroom to finish doing my makeup. The room is tiny, but it’s oddly comforting to sit in. Carefully setting my makeup bag in the sink, I start pulling out what I need. 

This may be the only time during my days where I get to feel normal, and not think about the fact I’m going to be surrounded by men all the time for a couple weeks. 

Naturally, the moment I start blending out my concealer, my peace is disrupted. 

“When are you gonna check in for the hotel rooms?” Jake’s voice fills the tiny room. Glancing over at him, his arms folded over his chest, leaning against the door frame. 

Pausing my rapid patting with my sponge to tell him, “I was planning on it after I looked presentable.” 

“Hmm..” he hums out, but not moving. “You do know that everyone is gonna end up at a bar somewhere, right?” 

Staring at him, straight faced and slightly unamused by his comment. 

Letting out a small chuckle, he says, “It’s tradition.”

“Tradition?” I question, turning back to the mirror to try and get this over with. 

“Maybe that’s not the word,” he says. “But, it happens every tour, so..be prepared.” 

My eyebrows pop up, but I don’t say anything. Choosing peace and to not play into his weird game of doubting me. But he proceeds to tell me about how many hotel rooms there should be, the things that need to be left in said hotel rooms, and what time I needed to be back here for the show. 

“Jake,” I finally cave. Turning to face him as I zip my bag shut. “I know what I’m doing.” 

He smirks, “I’m just making sure.”

Rolling my eyes, I breathe out, “Can you move?” 

He doesn’t. Standing there, looking proud as fuck, he stares at me trapped in this closet of a bathroom. His arms still folded over his chest, there was something about the way his eyes looked that just felt unsettling. 

Raising my eyebrows at him, and sinking into my hip, I ask, “Hello?”

He stays silent. 

“For fucks sake,” I mutter as I try to push past him. He doesn’t make it easy, and I practically trip trying to slip through the door frame with him in it. His hand grabbed my arm and stopped me from actually falling. 

“First day with legs?” He asks, oozing with sarcasm. 

My head whips over to him, snapping, “Oh, fuck off.”

“You’d like that,” he says, pulling the door shut. 

I can never tell where I stand with him and honestly at this point– I don’t care to. This is my job and unfortunately, we’re just gonna have to be around each other and if he wants to play this weird cat and mouse game with me, then he has another thing coming. 

It doesn’t really take that long to get the hotel rooms situated, which yet again, I’ll never understand how they can afford these things considering the genre of music they play. Maybe they are better off than it seems, who’s to say? I personally will not be complaining because they did in fact, give me my own room. 

Once I’m back at the venue, which mind you is this grimy looking bar that has a stage in it, I can’t help but notice that people have started lining up. Something I am a bit more familiar with- plenty of boys in black skinny jeans with nasty looking converse. It’s amazing that we haven’t lost the culture yet. 

“How’s everything going?” I ask as I walk up behind Josh. 

He spins around, a smile on his face, “Oh, we are basically good to go.”

“Thank God,” I breathe out. “Do you need anything?”

He shakes his hand, patting my arm a couple times, “I’m good. I think you need a drink though.”

I slow blink at him before letting out, “Um, yes.”

“Join me, my sweet,” he says, holding his arm out for me to grab. “Let us find a beverage together!” 

I laugh, linking my arm through his, “Show me the way, my liege!” 

Sipping on my fruity little cocktail that Josh so graciously ordered for me, I look over to him, mumbling, “This is exactly what I needed.” 

“I had a feeling,” he giggles. “You seemed tense.”

I suck in a deep breath, staring at him for a second before admitting, “I just feel like someone has eyes on me all the time.” 

“You get used to it,” he tells me. Sipping on his drink before saying, “He’s really not an asshole. I don’t know what’s gotten into him lately.” 

I hear the doors open behind me, turning my head to see a handful of scrawny boys walking towards us, including the rest of the ones I’m in charge of. 

“There you two are!” Sam says louder than necessary. Leaning over our laps to order a drink. “Should have known Josh would have swindled you in here.” 

“He has a way of doing that,” Danny tells me, side-eyeing Josh. 

I bark out a laugh, listening to the three of them bicker with each other. Well, it’s really two against one right now, but regardless, it’s hilarious. 

“What did you get today?” Danny asks, looking over at my glass. 

I shrug, “Oh, Josh ordered it. I have no idea.”

His eyes go wide, “Be careful. He knows his way around alcohol– he’ll have you on your ass QUICK.” 

Josh winks at me, letting out a little laugh. Holding up his glass for a second before taking a sip, and now I wish I knew what this was. Thankfully, Josh didn’t seem like he was trying to get me absolutely obliterated before they even went on, but Danny’s comment is gonna be stowed in the back of my mind for later. 

“Drinking on the job?”

I swear he hates me for some fucking reason. 

I turn to Jake, clocking the fact he has a beer in hand and a shit eating grin on his face. 

“I feel like you don’t have much room to talk, now do you?” I let out, tilting my head slightly and smiling back at him. 

He blinks slowly at me, “Cute.” 

“Glad you think so,” I mumble back to him, my eyebrows raised, hoping he remembers that night. 

He doesn’t say anything else, turning to go talk to one of the opener bands guitarist. Good. If there’s one thing he needs to learn about me, is that I’m simply not afraid of men like him. 

After we all scurry out of the main part of the bar, they open the doors for everyone else to come in. I could feel the energy in the building shift once fans were present– it’s addicting. 

Quite literally part of why I got into the industry, the adrenaline of a show is my favorite feeling. Even being on the working side of it, still does the trick. Hearing the chatter of people filtering in, I can’t resist from going to look. 

Even though the venue is small, seeing it filled to the brim, really was a sight. I had managed to walk out just in time for the first band on the bill to start, and I can’t deny that I wasn’t a little excited to witness all the other bands as well. 

I wasn’t necessarily the biggest fan of metalcore by any means, but it definitely crossed my radar from time to time. Always preferring things under the rock umbrella, but I did thoroughly enjoy working shows like this because the crowds were fun to watch. 

It’s not long before the pushing and shoving began, and I had to hold back the laughs when it did. The opening band was fairly heavy, but almost not enough to warrant a pit to open up, but it was definitely worth the watch.  

I stood with the few sound guys that were working, noticing that none of the band was out here, and not fully understanding why. Most shows I worked, the headliners would typically pop out to watch a little bit of the sets. I stared down the little hallway, seeing them roaming about back there so I knew they were at least alive. 

Feeling my phone vibrate a few times before I finally pulled it out to check.

Georgia: how’s everything going!? 

Georgia: imysm i hope youre having fun at least!! 

Quickly replying to her–

Me: i miss you too! Things are going, it’s the first show so it’s just taking some getting used to. I’ll keep you updated tho. 

Swiping out of our messages and seeing my other favorite lady with the blue dot next to her name, I can’t fight the smile that grew on my face. 

Ruby: omg how is it? Send me pics of danny when they go on hehe 

Ruby: i can’t wait to see you soon 

Me: oh rubes, of course I will LMAO 

Me: i know it can’t come fast enough!! It’ll be so fun 

I feel an arm drap across my shoulders, and to my surprise when I look over, Sam is stood next to me. 

“Well, hello,” I laugh out. 

He smiles, looking over at me, loudly asking, “Having fun?”

I nod a few times, both of us turning to watch the band on stage. 

It was refreshing that at least three of the boys I have to worry about don’t seem to have any issues with me. Especially Josh for some reason, I don’t know why he has been extra welcoming, but I don’t want to say that too loud or anything. 

The first set was the shortest, as you would expect, so it’s not long before they are announcing that they only have one song left. Sam and I taking our cue to head back to not be in the way while they switch out sets. 

Walking into the tiny greenroom with honestly too many people wandering in and out, I couldn’t help but notice that Jake was missing. Josh and Danny wrapped up in conversation with another band member, with Sam wandering off from me to mingle with another bass player. 

Finding my way out behind the bar, there he is. I didn’t even fully walk outside before I could hear him, which he sounded.. upset? Glancing around the door, he’s pacing around this small dirt parking lot. The light barely catching him, but his black skinny jeans hung lower on his hips than I’d like to admit, and his lack of shirt was really fucking with me. I’ve seen more of this man in the last thirty six hours than I ever meant to. 

“How the fuck do you think we’re gonna pull that off?” he barks into the phone. 

I’m not jealous of whoever is on the other end of that call. 

His arm flying out to the side, the cigarette carefully dangling from between his fingers– shocking that he didn’t send it across the length of the parking lot. 

He pulls the phone away from his ear, and all I can hear him say is, “That motherfucker.” Slowly starting to turn towards the door, I feel a chill run through my body when he clocks me standing here. I could see the scowl on his face even in minimal light and I knew I was fucked even further. 

“What the fuck are you doing?” he asks me, walking towards me faster than my brain can comprehend. 

I hesitate to say anything, and all I can get out is, “Uhhhh..” 

“How long were you there for?” he asks, now standing uncomfortably close to me and his voice is low. 

I feel my hands shaking slightly, I whisper, “Like thirty seconds.”

He stares at me, the anger still in his eyes as he does. Finally mutters, “Don’t fucking do that again.” Walking inside past me, practically shoving me into the door. 

What the fuck was that? 

I spent the next two bands trying to forget what happened, but something about the way he acted just sat weird with me. Standing at the sound booth when it was finally their turn to go on. Watching as the sound guys check the mics and everything, I look over to see them coming out from the hall. 

The crowd was insane from the moment they stepped on stage. I can’t argue that they didn’t have a good set. Despite never having looked them up, it was fun to watch them, even if things felt a little off for me right now. Making sure to send Ruby a few pictures of Danny, that I was able to get easily being backstage. 

The way they captivated the fans was incredible to see. I don’t know what it was about them, but they really were mesmerizing. Nothing would have prepared me to hear Josh screaming like that, with how sweet and charming he is off stage. He absolutely blew me away. 

Giving each of them a moment to shine in my brain– I found myself spending a few minutes staring at each of them. Danny tearing up the drums was wild and I can see why his arms look the way they do. The man never stops. It was more than impressive and I suddenly understand Ruby’s attraction. Not quite in the same way, but I get it.

Sam did the absolute most with that bass. The way he would flip his hair around while he was playing had me laughing. He really played it up when there wasn’t a ton for him to do, and I’d like to say whatever his goal was, I think it worked. I could see a few girls eyeing him from the crowd and I’m almost positive that he saw it too. 

Something about Jake had me in a trance it felt like. The way his hips moved against his guitar and the expression on his face, had my body warming up as I stood there. His smile when everyone would cheer after a song was over, and unfortunately, he was an attractive man and I’m just a girl. He was wildly talented, not that I doubted him, but I never would have guessed he was like this. 

His fingers flying along the neck of the guitar as he solos and playing whatever riff he could think of. Doing everything in my power to not stare at them too hard, but it was difficult to look away. 

Shaking my head, I finally walk off to get everything ready for when they’re done. Picking up any leftover trash to try and be helpful to the bar, since they’ve been awesome to us so far. Looking in my bag, and double checking all the hotel room keys, just in time to hear the crowd cheering for what must be the last song. 

A few minutes later, they all come into the greenroom looking nasty as ever. All of them out of breath and I don’t think a single one of them made it more than ten seconds before losing their shirt. My brain clocks in as soon as they all settle down, telling them, “I have your room keys and the driver is ready to bring all of you back to the hotel so if you want to shower you can.” 

All four of them staring over at me, and all I get in response is some heavy breathing. 

I continue, “Whatever or whoever you want to do after that is up to you, I just want to make sure everybody gets to the hotel in one piece.” 

“How nice is the hotel bar?” Sam asks. 

I laugh, “You’d be surprised.” 

“Perfect.” 

It’s not long before I’ve corralled them all onto the bus– nobody talks about how hard it is to wrangle four adult men, but it’s like giving a cat a bath. The drive over to the hotel was short and surprisingly quiet considering who were talking about here. 

They all grab their respective keys and disappear into their rooms and I wander down the hall to mine. All the rooms were near each other so it wasn’t hard to find each other. Sam and Danny were in one together and the twins in another, so it was even easier. 

Letting my door shut behind me, I relish in the quiet finally. Not that the bus was that uncomfortable to sleep in, but boy, was I excited to sleep in this bed tonight. Laying down immediately, fully dressed, I had no shame. God, this is incredible. 

It lasts for all of a few minutes when my phone goes off. 

Josh: Bar? 

Me: idk this bed is comfy 

Josh: just for a little bit? 

Josh: you know you want to! 

I let out a sigh, knowing he wasn’t going to let up unless I said yes. A drink or two wouldn’t hurt and at least I get to just sit down. 

Me: okay fine lol you win 

Changing into a looser band shirt, and tying it up so it was more cropped. I slip my bra off, pulling it out one of the sleeves. I have nobody to impress right now, so who cares? Sliding my my shoes back on, I grab my bag, with my key in it, and head downstairs. 

“Yeahhhh!” Josh’s voice echoes as he sees me. The other boys turning and cheering with him. 

I laugh as I get closer, telling him, “I’m only having maybe two drinks, don’t get too excited.” 

“Here I’ll order you something!” he couldn’t spit it out fast enough. “You deserve to celebrate your first show too.” Handing me another pretty looking drink that I don’t bother to question because I quite literally watched the bartender make it. 

“Well, I will agree with that.” Clinking our glasses together, it felt like we really just solidified a friendship in the moment. 

A handful of other people made their way into the bar and it was pretty fun to just hang out with everyone. Naturally, a handful of girls knew where the boys were staying so I got to enjoy watching them try to swindle them into taking them back to their rooms. So far, the only one who seems interested is Sam. Danny is fully invested in a conversation with a few random dudes that he met. There are a couple girls trying to talk to the twins, but unfortunately for the girls, neither of them seem that intrigued. 

I stayed at the bar, avoiding mostly anybody that wasn’t paying me. Nursing the drink that Josh had ordered, jostling the cup so I could make the tiny bits of ice swirl in the cup. Unprepared for a new drink to appear in front of me, Josh smiling as I look over. 

“You look like you needed a refill,” he says, his raspy voice cutting through the bar chatter. 

I smile at him, “Thank you.”

“There’s a man who keeps looking at you,” he whispers. “Do you want me to encourage him or not?” 

I shake my head, “Please– god, no.” 

He laughs at my response, squeezing my shoulder a few times, telling me, “No worries, I’ll deter him.” 

It’s not that I wasn’t interested in potentially getting laid, just not tonight. I don’t particularly love one-night-stands, but a girl’s gotta do what she’s gotta do, y’know? 

Looking over to where Josh has trot off to, I can’t help but notice the dude he’s talking to and he is kinda hot. Damn, maybe I messed up. My legs had a mind of their own when I found myself walking towards them 

“Hey,” I let out, and Josh’s head whips over to me. 

His eyes looking all over my face, and then looking towards the guy, “This is Rory, our tour manager.” 

I rake my eyes all over this man- tall, tattoos, his hair pulled up into the messiest bun I’ve ever seen, and green eyes. He was a dream. I think if my eyes could pop out of my head, they would have. 

He looks at me, and I can feel the way he’s staring at my tits through my shirt, his eyebrow pops up and he finally says, “Nice to meet you, Rory.” 

My nerves making me down my drink faster than I probably should have. We stood there talking for a while, I hadn’t even noticed that Josh left. Discovering that his name was Sawyer, and that he also worked in the industry. He was working for one of the opening bands. 

“Here you go, angel,” he says, handing me a drink. Against my better judgement, I take a few sips from it. Definitely not as good as whatever Josh orders, but he’s so pretty I can’t say no. 

“So,” I start, but asking, “Where do you live?” 

He smiles sweetly at me, saying, “I actually live in Austin, but–” He starts telling me about where he’s from, but my brain isn’t processing what he’s saying. 

I look around, noticing that Jake is standing across the bar and I happen to look at him long enough that his head turns to face me. My eyes darting back over to Sawyer, who’s still rambling on, talking with his hands, his beautifully tattooed hands. 

Shifting my weight from one leg to the other, my body starts to feel warm. I take another sip of my drink, hoping it helps but, it does the exact opposite. My stomach turns and I look up at Sawyer, trying to hide the embarrassment, I tell him, “I’m just gonna run to the bathroom. I’ll be right back.” Taking all of two steps to walk around him, and my vision starts to get spotty. Stumbling over myself, and dropping my drink. I feel someones arm wrap around me as I start to fall. And all I hear is, “What the fuck did you give her?” before it all goes black.

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Mirror, mirror...Who will sink into lustful dreams? - Roger Barel

This is Roger's story from Alfons' route release event in Kate's POV. If I get Roger's POV, I'll translate that too

Nsfw, Illusion?Roger is his own warning. You know, the usual josei dubcon...but in dream form.

As usual can't guarantee 100% accuracy on this

Alfons: Are you ready? In that case: 3, 2, 1...

Following Alfons' rhythmic countdown, I opened my eyes—

—And found myself in the infirmary with Roger in front of me.

Kate: This suggestion's amazing...It's as if the real Roger's right in front of me!

Roger: The hell are you talkin' about?

The Roger before me furrowed his brows in confusion. Meanwhile, I was even more impressed by his reaction, as if it was actually Roger himself.

Kate: Um...I'll explain later. Do you remember when you and I had a fight last week?

~~ Flashback start ~~

What happened was that we had different thoughts regarding a mission. Roger wasn't listening to me at all—

Kate: I don't want to see you again!

After saying something so childish like a kid throwing a tantrum, I really didn't see Roger after that...

I lost my chance to apologize to him.

~~ Flashback end ~~

Kate: So I asked Alfons to help me...practice apologizing to you. He suggested that I see Roger in a dream.

Roger: So that's it... So we're in your dream, huh? You're earnest even with stuff like practicing how to apologize. I don't really care about what you said to me back then. I know you have your own thoughts, so don't worry about it.

Roger's illusion forgave me so easily. While it thought it was a typical Roger thing to do, I suddenly felt uneasy.

Kate: I wish the real Roger would say that same thing...

Roger: He did. It's me.

Kate: Just because Roger's illusion forgave me so easily, doesn't mean it'll actually turn out like this. I shouldn't just apologize...Should I prepare something...?

Roger: If you really wanna show your sincerity, then how 'bout you buy him a nice beer?

Kate: ...! You're right, I should!

Illusion Roger's suggestion was what finally gave me the courage to apologize to the real Roger.

(I'll apologize with this the next time I see the real Roger...)

Roger: By the way, little lady, why're you puttin' so much effort into making up with me?

Kate: Eh...

Roger: Hate to say this but, I don't mix business and pleasure. If you and I are fighting, it's not gonna affect your work, is it?

Kate: The reason why I want to make up with Roger isn't because of work...

Roger: Oh...?

Kate: I...I admire how Roger's researching curses and his diligent approach to treatment others. Though I think it'd be nice if you were less pushy or mean... I put my trust in Roger. That's why I don't want to stay on bad terms with him.

(I'd never say to Roger himself because he'd tease me...)

Roger: So you wanna make up with me cuz you like me?

Kate: L-like...That's not it.

Roger: Whaddya mean? Ah...not like, but love?

Kate: Why's it getting worse...!

Then, Roger's hand grabbed my shoulder and pulled me in hard—

Kate: Nn...!

With practiced hands, he easily stole a kiss.

Roger: Any normal woman would keep her distance from a man who puts his hands on her. But you never run away when I do and you say you wanna make up with me. There's only one reason for that. You love me so much you can't stand it. That it?

Why does the degree of love increase each time?

Roger's confident gaze pierced through me and I almost nodded because of it.

Kate: I...

(Roger's right...I want to make up because of a considerable amount of fondness I have.)

(But...it's not because of romantic love or true love.)

I can't explain what's different, but I can't say I'm in love.

Kate: I do like you. As a fairytale write, Roger!

I fixed my gaze on Roger to emphasize that it was only a working relationship.

Roger: Oh...?

Kate: Roger's worth documenting, that's all I'm going to say.

I tried to attach some non-romantic rationale onto the reason why I want to make up with Roger.

Roger: Even so, it doesn't matter. If you like me for my humanity, then all you need is to like me as a man.

As soon as he said that, Roger pinned me down on the bed.

Kate: Why are you going in that direction? Let me go...!

Roger: Why...Because no matter how many times I bully you, you always come back with your tail waggin'. You really like me, but if you're gonna pretend that you don't...I'll expose you.

My hands were immediately pinned over my head.

I couldn't move because Roger was hovering over me.

Kate: Nn...

There was nothing I could do as Roger kissed me again.

Unlike last time, his tongue parted my lips and teased the inside, making my breathing ragged.

(Even though this is a dream and this Roger's an illusion, why does it feel so real?)

My kiss-addled mind couldn't comprehend it.

Kate: Nn...Nnn?!

I let out a muffled scream in Roger's mouth.

As expected, Roger's hand slipped beneath my underwear.

Roger: You're already so wet here...All this from kissing me?

A deep laugh rumbled in his throat and he moved his fingers, rubbing and pressing against my sensitive spot.

Kate: Do- Ahnn... Don't!

Roger: Not that convincing when you have such a lewd look on your face. Well, I'd rather be inside you instead of makin' you cum like this.

Kate: In...side? Ah...!

The fingers that had been stimulating my bud entered me and I let out a high-pitched cry.

Roger: Mm, you're tight here, little lady. Well, guess you'll get used to it.

Roger's fingers continued pumping his fingers in and out, making obscene sounds as he stretched me out.

Kate: Haa....! I can't...Nn...

Roger: I'm gonna need to use 3 or 4 fingers here if I'm gonna fit, you know?

Kate: You're not going to...put it...in...

Roger: You're stubborn. Your body's being honest though, look.

Roger's fingers pressed against a specific spot inside me and stimulated it relentlessly.

Kate: Ah...?! Not there...Nnghaa...

Roger: I know. Tapping this spot feels good, doesn't it?

Regardless of how much I protested and tried to wriggle away, Roger didn't let me go.

(This is my dream and Roger's an illusion... I was supposed to practice making up with him...)

(Why is this happening...?)

But what confused me even more was my heart...

(Even if the real Roger pushed me around like this too...I'd still want to make up with him)

(I know he's going to do terrible things to me...Have I gone crazy?)

[1moreff-creator]

DROS CH3 Part 1 First Impressions

Yeepie!!! Peak has reached CH3! And we know this is gonna start with a pretty interesting conversation, so let's jump into it, I'm excited! :D

CWs

[Chapter name: He Said She Said] Hey wanna hear something funny. I don't think I can tell anything about the murder based on this title alone, but some-fucking-how, the fact that it seems connected to rumors and (one could say) gossip could suggest that Paris may be involved. Which means that yes, officially, I've managed to find reason to think Paris could be the killer before the chapter even started xD To be fair, I more expect her to be the victim if the title really refers to her, but I still find it conceptually hilarious to continue suspecting her for even the smallest of reasons xp

"I’ve never been one to think that you have to care to “do.” But man, is it hard to find anything to do when you don’t care about anything." What is this, Aidan PoV? xD I assume no, but it's funny how much it looks like it.

"Then again, who is hurting right now? I guess Noah is sad, but there’s a new tragedy on everybody’s minds at this point. Not to call the death of his mom “old news,” but… time moves weirdly fast in this place. Even the events of this afternoon feel like ages ago.

Grains of sand in the hourglass…" Poetic! Yeah, that's how it be with killing games sometimes.

"Grace wasn’t anybody’s friend. Not anyone here, anyways. That execution may have been traumatizing, but at least it didn’t star anybody who’ll be sorely missed." YIKES.

"I think most of us were either too cool (me) or too weird (everyone else) to get along with a normie like [Robert]." Okay so we confirm we're still on Ellis PoV lmao xD

"It’s not my responsibility to put in any effort for her. If I just focus on myself, I'll be fine." I've missed you, Ellis. I know it's been two weeks but still xp

"I don’t see anyone on the way there, which is fine by me. No opportunities for anyone to pull anything weird." I really appreciate how paranoid Ellis seems to be directly following any class trial, it's a neat character trait :)

"Ellis: I’d ask “what’s up,” but I already summarized the majority of the day a few hours ago." Pfft.

"Aidan: You were trying to kill me, right?" Oh, that makes a lot of sense, actually! If Vanessa really was trying to kill just to make the motive stop, then it would make sense for her to target the one dude who really doesn't care about dying.

"Aidan: Good job.

Vanessa: Uh… huh?

Aidan: That means you listened." Wow! Dude wanted to die die! It makes sense, but hearing him saying it so nonchalantly is kinda crazy. I love Aidan dude he's awesome xD

"Vanessa: What are we, like, doing? With the gun?

Ellis: Can’t you just… give it back?

Vanessa: …Oh yeah, I can, can’t I?" Glad that that can get resolved quickly!

"Vanessa: Okay, cool! And then we just… don’t tell anyone it was me?

Aidan: I don’t see the point in it. They can see that it was returned; that should be good enough for people moving forward. There’ll be some suspicion, but it’ll probably be worse if we name a name.

Ellis: Even if the suspicion is directed towards you?

Aidan: You think I care?" That's nice! Hell yeah!

"Aidan: It’ll be fine. You two will know. Davis’ll still listen. Beyond that… I mean, that’s what, a third of the group at this point? So it’ll be okay.

Ellis: A third, famously known as the majority.

Aidan: Because we so often decide things by majority opinion." Dude Davis-Aidan shippers don't stop winning evidently. Also this whole exchange is just great.

"Aidan pulls the gun out from under his jacket– guess he had that with him the whole time–" Pfft.

"As I head down to the Buffet this morning, I can’t help but wonder: will today’s breakfast be as normal as yesterday’s?

No, it won’t. For one, Robert won’t be there." Pour one out for normality.

"Noah: Good morning, guys!

Harper: Noah…! Are you feeling better?

Noah: Uh, I’m fine, yeah! Nothing to worry about.

Harper: …" Aha. Yeah. Oh so believable (lmao). It is interesting how reluctant Noah seems to be to receive help from Harper though, neat!

"Kennedy: At least with the Trial over, we can continue thinking about our most pressing issues. Like, for instance, figuring out who has the gun." Hell yeah, Kennedy paranoia! Woo!

"Oh, here we go." Lmao.

"Ellis: The important thing is, the only shots we have left to shoot are the flirtatious kind.

“We”? Is that too suspicious?" I love how this manages to perfectly encapsulate Ellis' hilarious lines and the paranoia he always carries around xD

"Kennedy: Fine. I’ll think about it on my own, then. What’s currently most important is gathering as much information as we can.

Vivi: You’re talking about the new areas, right?

Mark: It’s pretty much always a good idea to see what new stuff the game is giving us. It’s not like we have to use the areas if we don’t want to." These three are so cool :D

"“Let’s do it,” she says, before we all split up to investigate separately. Don’t people understand that doing it is always better with two or more?" Ellis relax xD

"Since I’m right across the hall from it, I figure I should check out the Show Room. That way, if I run into Kennedy later, and they start to talk my ear off about how this totally means that the motive will take all of our assets and sink them into Belarusian real estate, I’ll at least have a clue as to what they’re on about." This genuinely made me laugh out loud where the fuck do you come up with this shit? xD

"Where there used to be graves and grass, there’s now an upscale design. The carefully chiseled pillars and luxury furniture with plush, cream pillows and gold accents remind me of the Lobby and Foyer’s designs. Notably, though, this Show Room features something the past two didn’t: sound. Faint whispers echo throughout the room, indistinct, but undeniably present." Ah, there's the chapter title coming in. Whispers... motive secrets? Those are always fun.

"Ellis: So the mastermind’s gotten into ASMR, I see." Or torture via unpleasant sounds lmao (doubt it).

"Ellis: Maybe they’re planning to threaten the lives of the Ying Yang Twins.

Taylor: Ying Yang Twins…?

Ellis: They made that song? “Hey, how you doin’ lil’ mama, let me whisper in ya ear?”" This is conceptually hilarious. The mastermind just starts killing random celebrities, and kinda just hopes someone is enough of a superfan of one of them to kill in their stead xD

"Paris: Leave the theorizing to Kennedy. I’m sure he’ll be yapping all about it, all the time. We should just enjoy ourselves!

I lean over and whisper in Paris’ ear.

Ellis: I agree.

She laughs." Ah, there's the Ellis flirting! Always lovely to see it.

"Third time’s the charm, and I am quite charming.

I’m so charming, in fact, that the door opens and reveals two more doors, one to my right and one to my left. Using the same brilliant logic, I could be someone’s Mx. Right, so I'll try that first." Ellis what the fuck are you talking about xD

"What I enter looks like a pretty standard Gym." Oh god no. Nothing good ever happens in these gyms.

"Ellis: Ah–! Ahaha, hello, you two.

Fuck. I got distracted looking at myself in the mirror.

Ellis: If you’re looking to work out, I think we’d fit together perfectly.

Aidan: Who are you even talking to…?" Since we're in a gym and she seems to be doing it to no one in particular, I guess we could say Ellis is officially flirting for sport now! :D

"Ellis: Eh, we already had the Pool, right? That’s outside and a way to exercise, depending on how you play your cards.

Davis: Yeah, but Jeff’s always there." YIKES. Jeff catching strays lol.

"Davis: Huh? Aidan! Wait, weren’t we looking around together?

Aidan stops and turns back around.

Aidan: I was just looking around. You decided to tag along. It’s not like I care either way. [...]

Davis: If you don’t care, then do you mind staying for a sec?

Aidan: Why? 

Davis: …Because I like spending time with you?

Aidan: …Right. [...]

Davis: It’s not like we have to hang out if you don’t want to. But, that’s the truth of it.

Aidan: …Sure. Whatever. 

Davis: Right!" Remember that thing about Davis-Aidan shippers always winning? 'Cuz holy hell :O

"Hang on… does that mean Aidan wants to?

I guess it’s possible that he’s just trying to be considerate of Davis’ feelings. But, to shoot Aidan’s own words back at him, why? If you’re the Ultimate Contrarian, you shouldn’t care about how other people feel. And, if you don’t plan on surviving…

What’s across the hallway?" Very cool and intriguing questions being raise about Aidan's character! Also I love how Ellis immediately decides they've had enough thinking and move on immediately xD

"Staff members stand at attention while Mark looks around the Spa." I mean, it fits the hotel aesthetic!

"Ellis: But I bet you don’t remember ever going to one, huh?

They blush slightly.

Mark: Can’t say I do…

They look around for a moment, then look back at me with a smile.

Mark: But maybe that just means you can tell me about it.

Ellis: If you’re looking for an expert on getting steamy, gorgeous, then you’ve come to the right place." Man, I love Ellis and Mark's dynamic. It's very cute and wholesome, and also Ellis is a monarch of flirting as usual lol.

"Monoquin: If you two are looking to use our Spa amenity, you’ve also come to the right place." Hi? Where the fuck where you in the gym???

"Monoquin: While I cannot offer any sort of massage services due to the inherent sharpness of my hands..." Oh the struggles of Monoquin...

"Mark: Can you even feel sorry…?

Monoquin: …I am unable to answer that question.

Ellis: Could you fuck off, then?

Monoquin: …I will take my leave." Lmao. Also peculiar that his response to Monoquin's question is "unable to answer" instead of "no", maybe worth keeping in mind.

"Ellis: I’d say “merchandisable mascot,” but there’s no way he’s cute enough for that." My boy Monoquin can't stop catching strays T_T What did he do to deserve this other than cause unspeakable horrors and dozens of deaths???

"Ellis: From a mystery-solving perspective, you mean? ‘Cause, from a having fun perspective, there’s plenty I’d like to take a closer look at.

They smile.

Mark: Yeah, of course. After all, I’m looking at you.

I take a step back. What the hell, I wasn’t expecting them to actually say something sweet back!

Ellis: Uh… y-you too, buddy." Now Mark/Ellis shipping food? Man this chapter's starting strong! Also Ellis is hilarious as always and Mark is smooth as hell for a person who has like two weeks of memories xD

"It must be a Theater of the non-movie variety." Ooh cool!

"Ellis: I guess it makes sense that “all the world’s a stage” reaches this place, too…

I flip my sunglasses onto my eyes.

Ellis: ‘Cause I’m certainly a player.

My glasses are still a little foggy from the Spa." Ellis is so fucking funny I'm so happy the protag's this capital S Silly.

"Ellis: If we have a second talent show, this seems like the spot.

Harper: True. It is an ideal space for showing off, talent-related or not.

Vivi: …I still think I can do it, you know.

Ellis: French kiss me?

Vivi: Heal the dead. We’re still in a killing game. It still could matter…" Still on this huh? Lovely! I'm really interested in how this one's gonna go.

"Ellis: “Matter” how, Vivi? Even if you brought the participants back to life, the staff would probably just up the counter again, and people would have to die again before someone could win. That’s just more tears to shed, and more Class Trials to beat.

Vivi: …You only think one person is going to get out of here. You don’t actually believe we can find a way out of this." Yeah you kinda just showed your hand a little there, no, Ellis? I think this is the first time he's actually expressed that he doesn't think more than one person is making it out. Very exciting development!

"Ellis: …If multiple people escaped every time, d’you think this’d be the sixth one?" Yikes, but fair.

"Harper: …I believe you, Vivi.

Vivi: You do? Which part?

Harper: …I believe you could bring someone back." Hell yeah! Join her! You love to see it.

"Harper: Even if it doesn’t turn out to be possible, it’s good that you’re working on something that could help our situation. I wish I had something similar to offer…

Vivi: Well… you can always speak up for whatever you believe. People listen to you. Use that.

Vivi smiles.

Vivi: I’m gonna go check out everywhere else, but it was nice talking to you guys!" Vivi's happy so I'm happy. And Harper seems kinda self-conscious, maybe we'll start seeing that restlessness ve expressed in earlier chapters bubble up more?

"Ellis: Which do you think will help us more? Contributing our time and resources towards doing something productive? Or letting Vivi believe that they’re onto something just so you don’t have to hurt their feelings?" Oof.

[Ellis and Harper talk] Really cool conversation! It's awesome to see Harper's optimism and faith in others in full display, especially when contrasted with Ellis' conviction about Vivi's proposals. Just really awesome all around! :D

"Ellis: Neither did I. After all, I’m a lover, not a fighter.

Harper: Then, I hope we can ease our minds and leave this in the past.

Until it’s time for the encore." Well, someone expects this to come back up huh? Also theater pun pog.

"This must be a Karaoke Bar." Fun!

"Vanessa: Want your bad romance~!" Oh this again, huh? Song choice interpretation? Well, thankfully this one's kinda easy. With lyrics like "I want your ugly, I want your disease / I want your everything as long as it's free", I'll assume this song was chosen because Vanessa still misses Antonia even despite the horrible shit she did. Don't know if we're supposed to take it as strictly romantic or translate "bad romance" to "bad friendship", but both work so :p

"Ellis: You should sing it again and talk about how you want my bad romance specifically!" Never lets one go!

"Ellis: It’s fiv… fine to do that at any time of day!

May the time zone currently experiencing five o’ clock do it in Robert’s honor. I’m not about to be the one stealing his lines in his absence, though." How respectful of Ellis!

"Vanessa: Pssh, what responsibilities? We’re basically on vacation!" Seems like karaoke really cheered her up! Awesome! :D

"Infinite karaoke is a… unique coping mechanism, to say the least." I mean, I've seen worse lmao.

"Noah: I mean, the Spa’ll be nice eventually, I guess? This is just the closest you can really get to the party scene here. It’s weirdly comforting, honestly.

Vanessa: And I haven’t gotten to be, like, actually loud in so long! This place is great!" Yay! everything's so happy and positive! What an incredibly uplifting-!

"Ellis: Yeah, there must be some really intense soundproofing in here." Oh no. Someone's getting fucking murdered here aren't they.

"Ellis: Save the sexiest song for me though, okay?

Vanessa: Haha, okay!" Back to happiness! :D Briefly!

"As I turn around, I’m momentarily spooked by Jeff and Kennedy, who have appeared in front of the last locked door on the Third Floor in my absence. Play it cool, Ortiz." Hey are we good?? This is jumpy even for Ellis' standards! xD

"Jeff: Hey, Ellis.

Kennedy: You should take a look inside.

Ellis: O…kay?" ...Ominous.

"The room inside has a bunch of shelves and beds, all lined up like some sort of barracks or something. My attention is immediately distracted away from that, though, by the large number of people in the room. They’re all in the Staff outfits, but they don’t have their masks on, and they’re lounging about casually. And they’re all looking at me.

I guess this must be the Staff Room." Uhh... what...? The fuck??? Without their masks, even. What in the-?

"Incredibly confused, I raise my hand in a half-hearted wave. Most of them wave back." Lmao.

"Kennedy: It’s probably either because the Resort wants people on hand in case things happen at night, or it’s something of a glorified breakroom. But still, the staff could presumably access it before today. Therefore, the question is, why are we allowed in…?" As usual, fantastic points being raised by the Conspiracy Theorist (/gen lol).

"Ellis: If they think I’m going to hook up with them, they’re wrong. They’re freaks, and not in the good way. Plus, can you imagine if you accidentally violated a rule in the middle? That would be horrifying.

Jeff:That’s where your mind goes??" I concur, Jeff! What the fuck?!

[Kennedy plans to investigate the Staff Room] Oh they're going in! :O

"Ellis: Agreed. Good luck sleeping tonight knowing the staff is right across the floor.

Jeff: Thanks.

Jeff immediately heads downstairs, presumably leaving the entire floor behind.

Ellis: Hey, wait–! I was gonna offer that you could stay in my room tonight–!" Lmao.

"It seems that, after two murders occurred, people have decided that now is the time to become really stubborn in their opinions. [...]

Then again, there are signs of people beginning to change, too." Ellis discovers that the story is well written so there's multiple ways that the characters are progressing! lol

"Maybe I don’t fit in either group. I can just hang out in the middle, like metaphorical bisexuality." What. xD

[Davis FTE - Start] Hell yeah! I've been looking forward to this one! Just Vanessa left after this from the alive ones, I believe?

Also preemptive rip to my color coding.

"Ellis: Of course I do! They’re beautiful. It can get a little annoying when you’re buried under hundreds of bouquets, but I can deal.

He laughs.

Davis: Yeah… Even nice things get tiring in excess." Lol.

"Davis: Which, by the way… I wanted to thank you.

Ellis: Of course. But what for?

Davis: For toning down your flirting with me. Now that I know you better, I know that you do that with everyone, but… it’s still nice, not having to deal with it all the time. So, thank you." Aww :D

"Davis: Yeah… Though, people seemed like they were in better moods this morning. Maybe that’ll keep up." Yeah, right? I guess the lack of people killing motive, and the fact that no one was that close to Robert or Grace (nowhere near Vanessa's closeness to Antonia at least), means that people feel in a pretty nice mood, huh? It's been a pretty wholesome chapter so far!

"Davis: Is there anything you were curious about?

Yeah, who was that person who fell from the ceiling?

Ellis: Uhhhh… if… If you were to have ordered something at the Pool the other day, what would you have picked?" Probably good that Ellis didn't ask that lol. That said what kinda backup question is this lmao.

"Ellis: Actually, that is something I was curious about. If you don’t mind me asking… What do you have against Jeff?" Asking the important questions here! Hell yeah.

Actually, it's interesting. This freeform style of FTEs has the funny side effect that the people who get picked later can be easier to get interesting info out of, since it's easier to know what questions to ask to get Lore and Character Exploration. DROS' format continues to fascinate me as you can see :p

"Davis: I guess it’s just… the fact that he’s so willing to leave people behind. Being openly selfish. I guess it’s unfair of me, because it’s better that they’re willing to admit it, rather than having it be something you only figure out after they’re gone. But, it just… bothers me.

Ellis: …" YIKES. Get indirectly called the fuck out, Ellis! Also genuinely how the fuck does the protagonist manage to foil so well with so many characters when they were created without knowledge of the cast and vice versa. Genuinely impresses me every time :D

"It’s nice to have a definitive answer about why Davis and Jeff haven’t been getting along. I mean, I could pick up most of what Davis’ rationale was based on his vibes alone. But, as they say, assuming makes an ass of u and me." My feelings exactly!

"My ass is already great, so I don’t need another one." Also lmao.

"Interestingly, I wind up sitting by Vanessa, Aidan, and Kennedy. Oh god, Kennedy’s gonna be inquiring about the gun, isn’t she?

Kennedy: I want all of your theories on the upcoming motive." I mean, yeah. Kennedy has no reason to believe anyone other than Aidan was involved lol.

"Ellis: You haven’t already heard my Ying Yang Twins theory?

Kennedy: …Tell me about it.

Ellis: Monoquin will threaten the lives of music act “The Ying Yang Twins.” Forced to confront the possibility of living in a world where they whisper in lil’ mamas’ ears no more, we will fall to despair, and have no choice but to kill.

Aidan snorts." I love everything about this exchange xD From Kennedy's willingness to hear out a theory as ridiculous sounding as that, to the way Ellis explained it, to Aidan snorting, it's peak I fear.

"Vanessa: Um… well, it seems like it’s about, like, hearing things, right? Maybe it’s something about the outside world? The Tragedy or something?" Fair assumption.

"Kennedy: Well, there’s always whoever or whatever started the Tragedy. Why start the Tragedy if you don’t enjoy suffering?

Vanessa: You think that the people running our killing game are responsible for the Tragedy?!" We've reached the phase of theorizing where we think the mastermind might be Junko Enoshima, I see! xD

"Aidan: Why are you going on and on about something you don’t know anything about? You’re about three stages of assumption deep at this point. Any conclusion you come up with will probably be wrong.

Kennedy: I was right about the motive last time! 

Aidan: Just because you’re right about one thing one time doesn’t make you right all the time." Aidan and Kennedy are fighting, so I'm thriving :D

"Kennedy: But the Show Room changed. That means there’s going to be one, because the Show Room relates to the motives.

Aidan: Okay, so why tomorrow? It took us about a week to get the first motive. We just had a murder. Why rush it?

Kennedy: It’s entertainment. Now that the ball’s gotten rolling, they don’t want to slow it down. Whoever’s being entertained would get bored.

Aidan: And you know that… how, exactly? It’s not like–

Vanessa: I, uh… actually kinda agree with Kennedy here. It makes more sense if they keep the pressure up.

Ellis: At the end of the day, it’s a game to them, right? I dunno if we’re directly being broadcasted on television or whatever, but this killing game is basically a fucked up reality TV show. Maybe the premiere episode is a little special, but they don’t like to change the rules too much midseason. It’s not like they say, “surprise! Your next tribal council is actually in six days!” on Survivor." Wow, rare moment of everyone agreeing with Kennedy and not Aidan :O I'd actually be more on Aidan's side btw, because last motive had a little warning in the Movie Theater a few days before it happened, and that's not been mentioned so far. But Vanessa and Ellis raise good points, plus with additional knowledge of how these killing games usually go, I'd imagine those two and Kennedy are closer to the truth than Aidan at this point xp

"Stubborn, stubborn, stubborn! What did I say this afternoon? We’re but two weeks into this killing game, and everybody has decided to cement their opinions like they’re building a goddamn sidewalk. For all the shit I’ve given Kennedy, at least he’s relatively flexible within the conspiracy zone. If your talent is saying no to things, shouldn’t you be more willing to say no to your own preconceptions?!" Wow, Ellis is getting frustrated, awesome! :D

"As I flop down on my bed, I realize the real problem with all this: I barely had any fun today. I talked to literally everyone. We explored some new places, and didn’t face off against any motives. So then, why did I spend most of the day frowning and being serious? Why was I cast as the voice of reason? It’s so unfair!" Not liking all the responsibility you're feeling as a somewhat functioning adult, huh Ellis?

"If none of them are willing to have fun, maybe I’ll have to force them..." This feels a little like projection, which is very interesting to see. In reality, most people were in a relatively lively mood. There's exceptions, of course, but Vivi's happy to have a new supporter, Davis got to spend time with Aidan (jury's out on how much Aidan enjoys that, but there's a good chance it's a fair amount), Paris is unflappable as ever, Mark was shockingly playful in the Spa, and perhaps most notably, Noah and Vanessa managed to cheer up in the Karaoke room. But I think as Ellis slowly grows more attached to these people, she starts to feel more bothered by their issues, in the sense that things which she used to brush off more easily (eg Aidan and Kennedy's squabbling, Davis and Jeff's beef, Vivi's stubbornness, Noah and Vanessa's losses) are starting to really affect her mood.

This means that even though the others are maybe having more fun than before now that the CH2 motive is over and there's new stuff to explore, Ellis feels like they're having less fun because he's starting to care more about the things that were already bothering them. Of course, Ellis doesn't have the introspective power to figure all that out, so they default to believing that it's the others who are the problem, and don't consider the true cause might lie within themselves.

Am I cooking? Am I going insane? The everlasting question of this blog, for certain. Anyways, I hope I made sense at least xD

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Woohoo! A pretty lighthearted chapter all things considered! Well, aside from Aidan reiterating that he's 100% okay with dying and Ellis having Issues, but you know. Definitely needed that, I loved it as always! Looking forward to the next one! See ya'!

[remuslupinkinnie1979]

Okay, so... I wrote a fic. It's Cherrisnake, they're both trans and it's about Pentious coming out to Cherri. It's probably the first fic I actually finished and the first one I posted somewhere so... Pls be nice and excuse my lack of experience, as I said, it's my first time. Also English is not my first language

Also: i am non binary myself, I do not share the views that Pentious has about being trans in a relationship, it's just to show that he has internalised transphobia. It's totally up to you when and if you come out to someone

Okay (I'm so fucking nervous) hope you like it:

Au- Pentious lives - after season 1

"When are you gonna tell her boss?" Frank asked one morning, as Sir Pentious was finishing his morning routine, by applying testosterone gel.

Pentious signed deeply. He knew what the little egg was referring to. He was actually wondering about the same thing for a while.

"I don't know, my minion." Was the only answer he could've given. He felt like he should tell Cherri. He shouldn't be keeping a secret like that from her. At the same time however, he couldn't gather all the courage necessary to do it.

It was two weeks after the extermination. Two weeks after Pentious kissed her. It felt like the world had stopped. It didn't matter that they were in the middle of the battlefield or that they could've died any minute. It didn't matter that Pentious was about to commit a sacrifice and might've not seen her ever again. It was the most magical moment of his life. It felt like the whole world around them just... Disappeared.

After the battle, Cherri basically ran up to him and wrapped her arms around him. It shouldn't have been so surprising. For a brief second everyone thought he died. Even Pentious wasn't expecting to come out alive, but he was so happy he did. If he didn't, he could've never seen her again. Never feel her basically choking him with love and relief. Never kissing him again. And that was something he could never imagine. Just a month ago it felt like he would never get to get even close to her. If he was told he would ever date Cherri Bomb, he most likely would've fainted. He wouldn't ever believe that would happen. Even now, he pinched himself regularly to make sure he wasn't living some sort of beautiful fantasy.

He handed George, another one of the egg Bois his bottom of gel to put in the bathroom cupboard. He bit lip. He felt guilty and cowardly for not being able to come out to her. He felt like the worst and dirtiest sinner in Hell for not telling her the truth. He tried to tell her a few times, he even asked Charlie for help, as she was one of the only people he ever actually came out to. However Charlie didn't agree to tell Cherri for him. More to assist and support him. She said that it's probably something he should tell her himself. Pentious knew that, but every time he tried to speak to her about it it felt like words were stuck in his throat. He would start blacking out, sweating and stuttering even more than usual when he was with her. He just couldn't bring himself to tell her.

Pentious got up from his chair and left the room, Egg Bois following close behind him. He still couldn't shake off all the thoughts about coming out to Cherri. It would probably keep bugging him for the rest of the day.

He made his way to the kitchen and noticed Charlie, Husk, Niffty and... Cherri, sitting at the table.

"Oh, hi Pentious!" Charlie called with a smile. Husk just gave him a nod of acknowledgement and Niffty waved at him. Cherri smirked as he walked in.

"Sup, snaky?" She said with an unfinished cup of coffee in her hand. She looked so beautiful. Her hair was big and puffy as always, her eye was covered in some new eyeshadow, as Pentious silently noticed. She was wearing a red crop top and a leather, black skirt. Pentious just stared at her for a moment, admiring her beauty. He wasn't able to say or even think of anything at that moment.

Charlie was trying to hide a smile. She was rooting for them from the very beginning and was so happy to see their relationship working out. And she was also happy that both of them found someone to share their lives with.

Cherri's smirk softened a little, her face going a bit pink, at sight of Pentious simping for her like this. But that was *nothing* compared to the actual tomato that once was Pentious's face. On the inside he was jumping and stimming in absolute happiness, cause she was his girlfriend. She was dating him.

"Uhmmm... Boss?" One of the Egg Bois coughed, trying to break the awkward silence from the sidelines silence in the room. Pentious shook his head and came back to reality.

"Wha-what was the question again?" He asked. Husk chuckled slightly.

"Oh, I just asked how you were, sneaky." Cherri repeated flirty. Pentious took off his hat and scratched the back of his neck, nervously. Blood was hitting his cheeks once again.

"I-im good... How are you, missss Bomb?"

Cherri laughed. "I told you, you don't have to call me 'Miss Bomb'. We're actually together. We were kissing like... Yesterday."

"Oh, right..." Pentious looked down awkwardly.

Thank goodness, Charlie came to save him.

"What are your plans for today, Pen?"

Pentious looked at her, processing the question.

"Oh, I wass just gonna work on a new machine... I'm getting clossser to figuring out how to not get the power ssssources to get overheated and..." He unconsciously started rambling about his new invention, using very professional and scientific language. Husk just rolled his eyes and got back to the paper he was reading. Charlie tried to keep a polite look.

"Oh, ssssorry." The snake smiled nervously, realising that he was probably annoying everyone at the table.

"Nah, it'd chill. You can tell me all about it tonight." Cherri said winking at him. They were having a date that evening. Pentious smiles widely. He finally found someone, who wasn't his minion, that was willing to listen to his infodumping about machines, without getting all annoyed and asking him to shut up.

  "Ve-very well, my dear. We sshall talk about it during our date." Pentious walked to the kitchen counter and started making himself breakfast.

He put water to boil in the kettle and started preparing a ham and cheese sandwich, as he always did. He always ate the very same thing for breakfast. He made himself tea, grabbed a plate and sat down at the table, next to Cherri. She was glaring at him. He nervously bit his lip, but decided to just eat.

"Hello, babe." Vaggie walked into the kitchen and placed a kiss on Charlie's hair. She smiled. "Any plans?"

Charlie thought for a moment. "Some trust building exercises for now and some paperwork after lunch."

The two kept chatting about their day. Pentious was trying so hard to not stare at Cherri. He wasn't even looking at her. He was focusing on the sandwich.

"Boss, we're hungry!" One of the Egg Bois called.

"You'll get your breakfast sssoon." Pentious answered. He was used to Egg Bois always being hungry and begging for food every time they saw someone eating.

"Oh, come on!" Cherri grinned. Then she took some salami from her plate and gave it to Frank. The little egg was very happy. He ate it at one bite. "Thank you, boss's girlfriend!"

Both Pentious and Cherri blushed at his words. They both loved being referred to as each other's girlfriend and boyfriend.

"No problem." She stole some pickles from Husk's sandwich.

"Hey!" He argued, but nobody really paid attention. Cherri just threw the pickles at the Egg Bois, who started fighting who'll get it first.

"You know, you shouldn't jusst feed them like thisss. They have a sspecific meal plan..." Pentious said.

"Oh, come on! It's just a little snack. It won't do too much harm, will it?" She laughed. The snake couldn't argue with her. She was simply too perfect to argue with.

An hour later, Angel Dust, Niffty, Alastor, Vaggie, Charlie, Cherri and Pentious were sat down at the lobby. Husk was cleaning some glasses behind the bar.

"Alright" Charlie spoke. "Today we'll be playing a game, where you have a sticky note, with the name of someone we know, on your forehead and you have to guess who that is based on clues others will give you."

She explained the rules.

"And you can only say nice things about this person."  She knew that there definitely would be some insults and arguments.

Everyone grabbed a note and stuck it to their forehead.

"I'll go first." Lucifer spoke up bravely. His note was saying 'Vaggie'

"**"A very lovely person" Charlie gave him a clue, to which Vaggie blushed.

"Aggressive as fuck" Husk added gruffly.

"Hmmm..." Lucifer thought for a moment. "Ma- I mean Vaggie?"

"Yes!" Charlie confirmed. "Very good! I'll go next." Her note said "Sir Pentious".

"Probably autistic" Vaggie said. Pentious couldn't disagree. Even tho in his times the concept of neurodivergency was practically non existent, he kinda suspected that he could've been autistic. He would get a diagnosis, but finding an assessment, not done by a war criminal or a psychopath (or honestly both in most cases) was practically a miracle.

   Charlie looked around everyone. There were a few people in that group who were most likely autistic. Her gaze fixated first on her dad, Lucifer, Alastor, who gave a "don't even think about it" glance, Pentious and Niffty.  "Hmmm..."

"Has great inventions and an even better tongue, if you know what I mean." Cherri smirked, to which Pentious's face went red. Husk and Vaggie looked like they were about to puke.

"Ummm.... I assume... Pentious?"

"Yeah..." Vaggie said, shooting Cherri a glare. "But these details weren't necessary."

  Angel was next. His note said 'Husk'.

  "He is a member of our staff." Charlie said.

  "He's veeeryyy grumpy." Niffty added.

  "And you reeeaallyyyy like him." Cherri teased. Angel's face turned red and he looked at Cherri with frustration. He knew damn well who he had on his forehead. Husk just raised an eyebrow.

  "I don't have a crush on him!" Angel protested.

"But y'know exactly who I'm talking about?"

Angel looked down. His feelings for Husk were soo obvious, that even Pentious was starting to suspect something was on. And Pentious was absolutely shitty in noticing people's emotions.

"Alright... Moving on" Charlie tried to prevent an argument. "Sir Pentious, your tour."

"Physically unable to use the door like a normal fucking person and makes us rebuild walls all the time." Husk said gruffly.

"Also very loud." Niffty noticed. "And fun to be around.

"Ohh..." Pentious said, knowing who they were talking about. "Is it... Misssss Bomb, by any chance?"

"Pen, we talked about this. You don't have to call me 'Miss Bomb'. You're tongue has literally been-"

"Spare us the details, my dear." Alastor chimed in.

"Oh, right, right." Pentious could feel that he was blushing like an idiot. Cherri winked at him. Or it was just what Pentious thought. Hard to tell when she only has one eye.

The game went on in a pretty happy and cheerful atmosphere. During the next round Charlie had a sticker with Cherri Bomb written on it.

"Ssshe-" Pentious thought for a second. "Sshe's very... cool."

Charlie smiled, like she knew exactly who pentious was referring to.

"Is she pretty?" She asked.

"Not, jusst pretty. Absolutely gorgeousss." Pentious answered without much thought.

"Is she funny?"

"Hilariousss, yess. She can alwayss make everyone sssmile.."

This type of conversation was going on for a moment. Pentious wasn't really thinking. The fact that Cherri was absolutely perfect was clear and undebateble. He couldn't comprehend how anybody might think otherwise.

"So, to recap, she's beautiful, funny, kind, smart and awesome in general."

Pentious nodded in confirmation, puzzled how Charlie didn't figure it out by now.

"Yes, dear. How can you not guesss yet? You're basically describing her!" He looked around. Cherri's face was burning red. The rest of the group was trying their best to not burst out laughing. "Oh, shit."

  The group started laughing their asses off. Cherri's confident and flirty demeanour fated completely.

"So, you'd like to fuck her?" Angel asked.

"Umm" Pentious thought. He wasn't thinking about her in that kind of way most of the time. He found her absolutely breathtaking and was deeply in love with her, but didn't really care about that kind of stuff too much since they started dating. "Yeah, I do."

  Angel smirked. Cherri blushed even harder. Her face was redder than a tomato at that point.

"I-i-i... I mean..!" Pentious stumbled upon his words. Angel's smirk widened. Cherri's face was hidden in her hands. "My apologies. I didn't mean to..."

"It's okay." Cherri managed to say. She wasn't sure if she was supposed to laugh or run away. Pentious was adorable, again.

   A couple of hours later Pentious was finishing up for his date. He picked out his best suit and a red bowtie. It reminded him of Cherri, so it was his favourite.

  "Are you gonna tell her now, boss?" Frank spoke up. Pentious swallowed nervously. He couldn't keep it a secret much longer. He actually was planning to do it today.

"Yes, my minion."

He was supposed to pick her up from her room at 7. At 6:58 he was in front of her door. He could feel the cold sweat go down his spine, his hands also sweaty and shaky. His lungs felt like they were getting tinier with every breath he tried to take. His heartbeat would be hearable on the other side of the corridor. He was walking in circles and playing with his bowtie, like he was used to.

"Oh, cmon, Pentious. You can do it." He finally knocked on the door and straightened his  back.

  Cherri opened. Pentious's jaw fell onto the floor. She was wearing a dark pink crop top and a black mini skirt with tights. Her hair was a bit wavier than usual. Pentious could see the red lipstick and pink eyeshadow.

"You good?" Cherri chuckled.

Pentious managed to somehow pick his jaw from the ground. He nodded quickly. "Uh-uhm.... Oh, right." He offered out his hand. The girl grabbed it with a smile.

  They went to the hotel balcony. Charlie advised him to take her on a date there.

"S-sssooo... How are you m- Cherri?" She grinned.

"I'm good... Now, you can tell me all about that new project of yours."

He started going on and on about his new invention. Cherri had pretty much no idea what he was talking about, but she could've imagined how much it meant to him, to have someone willingly listen. His newest project was a cannon, shooting bombs. It would be a perfect connection between them. Cherri was listening, with a pleasant expression.

  Their moment was ruined by one of the Egg Bois, Thom. They were supposed to be waiters for the couple, but well... Those silly little creatures always had their own way of... Messing things up.

"Did you tell her, boss?" He asked. Cherri looked confused.

"Tell me what?"

"Umm..." Pentious swallowed nervously. "No, my minion... Could you leave usss alone for a ssecond?"

"Yes, sir!" Thom saluted and walked away.

  Pentious looked down, nervously.

"These tiless are magnificent."

Cherri looked puzzled and confused, but now also a bit nervous.

"What you were going to tell me?"

   Pentious knew this was a riflde or die situation. He couldn't put it aside any longer. But, oh... What if she'll want to break up after this?

  His breath became heavier and shakier with every moment. He played with his bowtie, so hard he almost choked himself as he stood. He couldn't look her in the eye. His gaze was wondering around the balcony, the tiles, the night sky... His hands were sweating so bad under the gloves.

  "Pen." Cherri called out, seeing he was getting more and more lost in his thoughts. "Is everything okay?"

"Ye-yeah, I jusssst... I need to go. I'll be right back." He stood up and went inside. He felt so pathetic. He couldn't even be honest with her. Was he really a man if he couldn't even speak a few words? He was just so afraid of Cherri breaking up. He felt like a piece of shit for keeping it from her. He should've just tell her from head start. Or never confess to her. A worthless piece of lying trash like him didn't deserve love, let alone from a woman like Cherri. Why would the universe put him in this situation. Oh, he should stop lying and whining. *He* put himself in that situation.

"Hey, babe" He heard Cherri's voice. He turned around and saw her, her expression full of concern. "What's going on?"

"N-nothing." He managed to get out.

She gently grabbed his shoulder to comfort him a little. "Babe, what's going on? What did you want to tell me?"

  Pentious took a deep breath. It would be best to rip the bandage off it would be less painful. He knew that. He's had a lot of bandages.

"Cherri... What I'm about to tell might completely ruin your perception of me. I feel terrible for keeping it from you like that. I underssssstand if you want break up with me. Just know that I didn't tell you, not because I don't care about you, but because I was afraid to lose you. I know it's not an excuse and you don't have to forgive me..."

"Pen, spill the tea."

"Right, right..." He took a deep breath. "Cherri, I am transsgender."

"Oh, really? Me too."

Pentious didn't hear her and kept going on.

"I'm ssssorry I kept it from you for ssso long. I underssstand if you despissse me. If you don't want to be with a lying monssster like me, then I undersstand."

"Hey, babe!" She waved her hand in front of his face to catch his attention. "Don't worry. Me too."

Pentious was beyond surprised. He was shocked.

"You-you're...?"

"Trans, yeah." That got the snake absolutely speechless. Cherri continued: "I'm trans. And so are you?"

Pentious nodded.

"That's cool. A trans... man?" She wanted to make sure.

"Y-yes. A transgender man. I-i was born female, but..."

"Don't worry. I know how that works. I'm a trans woman."

"So... You were born male... And you're a woman?"

"Yup." Cherri said nonchalantly. "Is that what you wanted to tell me? That got you so nervous?"

The snake nodded. Cherri just chucked.

"Why? Did you think I'd want to break up?"

"Y-yes, actually. I didn't think you'd like to be with... someone like me." Cherri's expression softened. "No, Pen. You're the most adorable, sweet and fun person I ever got to be with. You're smart, dorky, loving, kind and absolutely awesome. I would never even think about breaking up with you over something like that.

"So you don't care that I'm transsgender?" Pentious wanted to make sure.

"Do you care that I am?"

Pentious quickly shook his head. He honestly didn't think about it like that. But the answer was definitely no. He couldn't actually care less. It was just... A thing about her. Something they can bond over.

"Good, 'cause I don't either."

"Thank you, Cherri."

"It's cool. Now..." She said in a flirty tone and leaned closer. Pentious was a bit confused about what she's about to do. The she kissed him. Passionately.

"Wow." Was the only thing he could say after they broke out.

"Oh yeah!" They heard a few voices. The Egg Bois happily interrupted their moment as they were used to. "Get 'er, boss!"

Both of them just chuckled. They knew these little creatures were well-meaning.

"Okay." Cherri finally spoke up. "Let's go. Dinner's probably ready."

"Yeah." The snake's voice was filled with relief. "Let's go."

Also, do you have a title idea for it?

@daddysclownboy as you asked I'm posting this. Hope you liked it

Lemme know what you think

[joeys-babe]

Someday We’ll Be Together

Chapter 12: Since Lsu

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September 30, 2021

(y/n's pov)

its been..

18 days.

432 hours.

25,920 minutes.

1,555,200 seconds.

since i've talked to joe.

since our kiss.

since we cried on the sidewalk while it rained over top of us.

i had come to the decision to wait 2 weeks before possibly reaching out to joe, but now it had been 2 weeks and 4 days.

i did want to hear what he had to say.. but i was also nervous to hear what he had to say.

it was stupid for me to think the felt the same way, he could have any girl in the world; and there was no way he'd pick me.

over the past couple weeks, i've lost track of what day of the week it even was. i stayed in bed most of the time, busy feeling bad for myself.

gracie and jess had texted me everyday wondering if i had talked to joe yet. i'd tell them no and in they'd give me a pep talk in return.

they really wanted me to talk to joe, but i still had no clue to why.

it was 1 o'clock in the afternoon when my mom came in my room.

"good morning sunshine!" - your mom laughed

"not funny." - you

"i just thought i'd come in and check to see if you were alive." - your mom

"definitely alive, feel a little dead though." - you

"oh you're exaggerating. but.. you need to get up and out of this bed today. you, your father, and i have plans tonight" - your mom

"wait what? what are we doing?" - you

"we're going to the bengals game. joe got us three tickets but robin was the one to walk them over here. she said he didn't want to make you uncomfortable by coming over here." - your mom

"i don't know mom, i might not go. i don't know if i'm ready." - you

"this would be the perfect way for you two to talk, robin said he's going straight home after the game, win or lose. that's when you two can finally talk." - your mom

"i'm scared though." - you

"of what, honey?" - your mom

"what he's going to say." - you

"it's joe, y/n. it's the same boy you used to force to play barbie's with you. i wish you two would realize that you can't live without each other, and just stop fighting." - your mom

"it's hard to mom. it's hard to just see him as my childhood best friend when he's so much more to me." - you

"i understand, just tell me your decision before we leave." - your mom

"i will." - you

my mom gave me a small reassuring smile before disappearing out of my room.

joe hadn't left my mind once since that night at the bar and now i have to decide wether or not to go to his game.

on one hand, it was nice that he wanted to clear things up and the fact he invited me and my parents to his game today really showed he cares about our friendship.

but on the other hand he cared about our friendship.

to him i was nothing more than that, and at times it seemed like the only reason he talked to me still was because of how long we've known each other.

when i went downstairs for breakfast i immediately noticed robin sitting at the island with my mom. i had been avoiding her and jimmy too, only engaging in small conversation from time to time.

"hey honey!" - robin smiled

"oh hi! morning." - you

"you doing okay?" - robin

"uh.. i'm starting to get better, yeah." - you

"i'm really sorry honey, i hate seeing you hurt. especially over my damn son." - robin

"i'm fine, robin. i'll get over it." - you

"there shouldn't be anything you should have to get over! i raised him better than that. i mean has he even tried to explain to you why he did it.. or apologized?" - robin

"he has apologized, and he has tried to explain but i shut him down. he tried texting me, but after 2 days he gave up because i didn't answer. i'm sorry, i just can't talk to him yet." - you

"oh honey don't apologize, he really messed up. i understand you're side of it completely." - robin

i gave her a small smile before grabbing my breakfast and exiting the kitchen. before i got to the first step i turned around and asked robin something.

"hey robin?" - you

"mhm?" - robin

"is joe upset?" - you

"of course, y/n. that following tuesday, after practice joe went to the gym till dark. i had to call him and practically force him to go home. he's coming to a realization that he can't live without you and it's hitting him pretty hard. he won't talk much, to anyone really." - robin

"wow. i didn't know he was actually being affected that much." - you

"he's really upset with himself. he knows he messed up big time and wants to fix it. there have been a couple paragraphs he's showed me that he thought about sending you but i don't know if he ever did." - robin

"if he did i wouldn't know, i blocked him on everything.." - you

"that's your decision and i don't blame you. i wouldn't wanna hear from him either after what he pulled." - robin

"i'm just surprised he told you the truth." - you

"he wanted sound advice on how to fix the whole situation that's why. supposedly today was step one of his plan, you and your parents going to the game." - robin

"despite all of this, i cant but think about how sweet that is." - you

"i told you y/n, he really really cares about you. like a lot." - robin

"thanks for everything." - you said before walking upstairs with your breakfast

*time skip*

it was a few hours later and my parents had just left for the game. i decided to not go because i didn't want my first time seeing joe since the fight to be at such a huge event. both my parents and joe's respected my decision and said their goodbyes before leaving.

now that i was home alone i sat bored on my bed scrolling on my laptop looking for jobs.

i eventually gave up and picked my phone up off my nightstand to scroll through instagram. the first thing i saw was joe warming up and i couldn't help but smile, he looked so good.

when the game started i slipped one of joe's jerseys on and made my way into the living room.

once the game started i found myself zoning out while watching joe. he looked unbelievably good in his uni and it was hard not to watch him intently.

the whole first quarter every time the camera panned to joe he was looking up in the stands. it didn't take me long to figure out that he was looking for me.

(joes pov)

there was 2 minutes left in the first quarter and to my disappointment, y/n wasn't here.

i couldn't blame her, after all the shit i pulled i wouldn't come to the game to support me either.

but, there was a hope deep down that she would be here. the start of the 2nd quarter didn't make me give up either, i sat on the sidelines still staring up at the box my parents and y/n's parents were sitting in.

"joe. she ain't comin." - ja'marr

"you don't know that!" - joe

"i think she'd be here by now if she was going to come." - tee

i shrugged them off and while running onto the field with the rest of my offense i looked up at the box, she still wasn't here and that's when i concluded that she wasn't coming.

(y/n's pov)

i finished getting ready with 5 minutes in the 2nd quarter to spare. when i stood in front of my mirror i took in my appearance. i was wearing a  black long sleeve turtle neck with the black version of joe's jersey over top, biker shorts, and black combat boots to complete the outfit.

hurriedly i ran downstairs, grabbed my phone, keys's, and wallet before sprinting to my car.

i wanted to make it before halftime was over so when joe ran back out he would see me.

thank god my mom left my ticket on the kitchen table or else i wouldn't be able to get into joe's box.

when the security guard opened and i walked in, both sets of parents' faces lit up.

"y/n!!" - robin smiled

"hey y'all!" - you smiled

"come here, you can sit by me." - your mom grinned

i moved over and plopped down between my mom and robin.

"what made you decide to come?" - your mom

"i was watching the game from home. every time the camera was on joe i noticed that he was looking up here. i assumed he was looking for me so i wanted to be here for him." - you

"you don't even have to assume, he's definitely looking for you." - your mom

"no doubts there y/n." - robin laughed

(joe's pov)

when we ran back out after halftime i refrained from looking up at the stands. i didn't feel like getting let down again.

i was mid conversation with ja'marr when tee came running up behind us to interrupt.

"joe! joe!" - tee shoved joe's shoulder

"what?!" - joe

"look!" - tee pointed at the stands

my eyes trailed to where tee was pointing to see that it was in the direction of my box.

at first i didn't know what i was supposed to see until she started vigorously waving with other hands.

it was y/n.

a huge smile formed on my face as i waved back to her.

"you're whipped, son." - ja'marr laughed

"yeah.. i am." - joe continued smiling at you

"come on, lover boy we gotta go. you can fawn over her later." - ja'marr

(y/n's pov)

watching joes face light up when he saw me was so incredibly cute. my mom and robin's audible "awwww's" made the moment even sweeter.

the rest of the game joe seemed a lot less distracted, and they won 24-21.

"do you wanna come see joe with us?" - robin

"i'm probably just gonna go head home. thanks for asking though, and also tell joe i said thank you for the ticket." - you

"of course. we'll see you tomorrow?" - robin

"yup! goodnight guys!" - you

i made my way out of the stadium fast to try and beat traffic. my parents plus jimmy and robin were going out to dinner tonight, and from my mom i learned that joe was heading straight home from the game too.

when i got home i took my boots off and changed into a more comfy outfit.

sitting at the kitchen island in complete silence, i contemplated texting joe. after seeing his face light up on the field when he saw me in the stands, i needed to see him.

i found myself zoning out, my thoughts never stopping for a second when my phone vibrated on my lap.

grabbing it immediately, disappointment washed over me when it was just a message from my mom.

make it home okay?

i texted back a quick "yup 👍" before putting my phone down again. i was getting up from my seat after deciding to just go to bed when my phone buzzed again.

this time when i picked it up, my heart started beating out of my chest. it was a text from joe.

can i come over?

for a second i thought about what i could send back. something simple? something that shows how much i miss him without being too greedy? a simple yes?

after a few seconds of panicking i typed something up and sent it without thinking any longer.

please.

a smile wouldn't leave my face as i made my way to the living room. i watched through the window that overlooked the road, and started blushing when i watched joe fly out of his front door. his pace across the road was quick, practically running after he looked both ways.

once i could hear his footsteps on the front porch i started towards the front door to unlock it for him, but once i got to the hallway he was already standing there.

"i forgot you had a key." - you laughed nervously, unsure of what to do now that you were face-to-face with him

joe moved towards me and wrapped his arms around my waist, burying his head in my neck as my arms were around his neck.

i heard him mumble something incomprehensible, and when i asked him to repeat himself he pulled his face away from my neck. joes arms were still around my waist, my arms around his neck and he looked down into my eyes as fondness filled his.

"i can't do this anymore." - joe

"you can't do what anymore?" - you

"y/n, i want to clear up everything. tell you the truth." - joe

"then tell me, joe." - you

joe unwrapped his arms around my waist and grabbed one of my hands, pulling me into the living room and sitting on the couch.

"i'm so so sorry for what happened weeks ago. it wasn't what i planned at all." - joe

i heard his apology, but the only thing i heard was "planned".

"planned?" - you searched his eyes for answers

"planned. i wanted you to go to my game, and win or lose i was going to take you somewhere after. thankfully we won, and now i can admit to you why i was so persistent on you going to the bar with me. it was my plan to kiss you, but when i did.. i was so worried that you had just gotten caught in the moment and didn't actually want to kiss me. i totally panicked and the first person i saw was lexie. i'm truly so sorry y/n, and i know i can't explain it away. nothing happened between lexie and i either, she was being a total bitch and i'll tell you our conversation later. that is, if you still want to be friends?" - joe

friends.

"joe, over the past weeks i've realized that i can't go without you. i accept your apology, but i just have one question.." - you

a smile formed on joes face when i said i accepted his apology, relief washed over his body and the way his body physically became more relaxed showed that.

"ask away." - joe

"what were you going to do after you kissed me, if the lexie stuff didn't happen? what was the whole point?" - you

i watched him tense back up and his gaze left my face, joe looked at his feet as he thought about how to word his next statement.

"i was going to admit something to you." - joe

"admit.. what?" - you

"something i should've told you back when we were still at lsu." - joe

"which is?" - you

joe sighed before scooting closer to me on the couch, he took one of my hands off my lap and held it in his.

"in high school i came to the realization that you were the most beautiful girl in the world. when we were at ohio state together i started getting butterflies every time you said my name.. every word that left your mouth made me blush as long as it was directed towards me. when you went along with me to lsu, that's when it really hit me. you're the only girl i've ever truly truly cared about, y/n. no other girl i've ever been with has mattered to me as much as you do. you understand me more than anyone else, and i'm so grateful to have you in my life." - joe

my heart rate got higher and higher as words spilled out of his mouth. was joe really confessing to me right now? he felt the same way?

"what are you saying?" - you

joe licked his lips before making eye contact with me and letting go of the breath he didn't know he was holding.

"y/n, i'm in love with you." - joe

i squeezed his hand as those words left his lips, i've wanted to hear those words for so so long.

joes eyes were still searching my face for a reaction when i realized i hadn't said anything yet. without thinking i launched forward and hugged my arms around his neck, now sitting on his lap.

when i pulled myself away from him i cupped his face in my hands.

"joe, i'm in love with you too. have been for a long time, and you have no idea how happy i am to hear you feel the same way." - you

joe couldn't get the smile off his face, and i couldn't either.

"can i kiss you?" - joe smiled

"of course." - you

joe leaned forward and pressed his lips onto mine, it felt like fireworks were going off around us as our lips connected.

after a few moments we pulled away completely breathless with our foreheads touching.

"god, i'm so happy you feel the same way. now you can understand why i was so pissed off when you went on a date with tee. it wasn't just because he was my teammate, i just couldn't stand seeing you with another guy that wasn't me." - joe

"it makes sense now. i'm really really glad things ended up working out though. i've been venting to my mom about you for the past 5 years." - you

"i vented to her too! i don't know how your mom was able to keep from telling you that i felt the same way." - joe

"she was hoping a moment just like this would happen, that's how. and you don't have to worry about other guys anymore, by the way." - you

"i know. all mine now." - joe leaned in and kissed you

"i love that you just did that. we just kissed and it was so casual. like i can kiss you whenever i want now." - you smiled

"you're so cute." - joe laughed

eventually joe laid flat on his back and i laid next to him, his hand on my back keeping me from falling off the couch.

"what time is it?" - you

joe picked his phone off of his chest and read the time out.

"almost one. 12:47." - joe

"i don't want you to leave." - you buried your face in his neck

"i don't want to leave either. can i just stay the night? i really don't feel like sleeping without you tonight." - joe

"sure, let's head up to my room." - you

joe and i made our way upstairs to my room, he was now laying in the middle of the bed in the room that he helped me set up.

i excused myself to go wash my face, and by the time i had gotten back joe was sprawled out on the bed looking super comfortable.

"someone looks comfy." - you laughed

"i'd be even more comfy with you next to me, c'mere." - joe patted the space next to him

i made quick work getting underneath the covers and getting comfortable.

"you really sleep in just sweatpants and a sweatshirt?" - you

"i just sleep in boxers, but i think it's a little early for that." - joe winked as he moved a hair out of your face

i giggled and returned to laying on my pillow instead of joes like i was moments before. i guess joe could sense my unsureness of what to do next because he smiled as he pulled me into his chest.

"you can lay on me." - joe kissed your head

my cheek was pressed against his left peck as my hand rested just bellow his right.

"your chest is so comfy." - you

joe laughed sweetly before kissing my forehead, as soon as he pulled away he pressed another kiss to it and another and another.

"you're gonna kiss your lips off, joe!" - you giggled

he finally moved away and moved onto his side, now he was leaning on top of me.

"that's the plan, honey." - joe smiled

the nickname had me blushing and giggling before i pressed another kiss to his lips.

"we've gotta make up for the 5 years of missed opportunities for kisses." - you

"i can arrange that." - joe moved down and kissed you again

after a few more kisses, joe laid back down and pulled me back to his chest. his arms were wrapped tightly around my waist and it felt so right.

"our parents are gonna flip when they find out about us." - you smiled

"our moms have been planning this since they found out i was a boy and you were a girl." - joe laughed

"i have a question." - you

"you're full of those tonight, huh?" - joe grinned

i laughed before continuing on.

"what happens now? about us?" - you

"well, i'm a little tired right now. so i was thinking tomorrow night i take you on our first official date. that is if you aren't busy and would like to go with me?" - joe

"of course i'll go with you. plus i'm never busy joe i literally live with my parents." - you

"hopefully that'll change eventually." - joe

"what do you mean?" - you grinned up at him

"if we start dating and have a serious relationship, i was hoping at some point you'd move in with me. i mean would you rather live with your parents or your super ultra-cool best friend/boyfriend." - joe

"i love the sound of that." - you blushed

"living with me?" - joe

"that… and also you calling yourself my boyfriend." - you

"who knows, i might be able to call myself that after tomorrow night." - joe shrugged and you hid your blush in his chest

"you're gonna be the absolute death of me, joseph lee." - you

joes laugh shook his chest, me included, as he rubbed up and down my arm. when he finished laughing he let out a loud yawn.

"you tired from your game? i haven't even congratulated you on your win yet, i'm sorry! i'm such a terrible almost girlfriend." - you

"you're a perfect almost girlfriend. plus there have been more important things on our hands tonight." - joe

"okay well, goodnight joey." - you kissed his cheek

"goodnight, y/n." - joe kissed your head and rubbed your back in attempts to lull you to sleep

it wasn't long before joes chest got into a rhythm of rising and falling and small snores escaped from him.

tonight i fell asleep on the chest of my favorite boy knowing he was just as in love with me as i was with him.

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authors note: some fluff to end the horrid sunday that this day has been. 😭

(some angst is def coming soon though 😉)

hope you enjoyed! ❤️

[mylifeisactuallyamess]

Sanctuary part 2

Chapter 1: After

A/N: Oh hey guys! It’s been a while! I’m finally ready to delve back into this, I needed to know more of what Hemlock had going on and now I do so…here fucking goes. Sorry it’s only short for now. More, so much more is coming.

Prefer AO3? I got you.

Warnings: 18+ written from Tech’s pov. Mentions of what happened in the previous, awful, cliffhanger chapter. Sorry about that.

Word Count: 1355

Masterlist

Tech? If you’re listening to this, they found me. Tech. I used the button but I know you can’t come and get me. I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I’m hiding in the supply cupboard, they landed not that long ago and I know they’re here for me. They know w-who I am. Wh-what I am. Don’t come after me, Tech. I’d never forgive myself. They’re here. I know we never said this in person but I can’t die and not have said it. Tech. I love you.

I love you. — Stitch’s full message.

3 days after

Days. You had been gone for days. It didn’t seem real. Logically Tech knew he was doing everything he possibly could to find you, but he could feel the frustration creeping up on him. He tried to shut everyone out, as grateful as he was for them trying to ground him, he didn’t want it right now.

He had to find you.

His eyes closed when he heard light footsteps on the ramp, knowing exactly who was coming to come and check on him. Phee visited the same time everyday so Tech didn’t get a shock, she always tried to talk to him which he shut down until all she did was sit there. Usually he forgot she was there.

“Hey, brown eyes.” Tech’s fingers paused his eyes not leaving the console screen. He was about to slice into a highly protected Imperial system and he needed no distractions while he did it. Tech had written the programme himself, masking his signal so he would appear invisible to the Imperial network. Hopefully slipping in and out unnoticed.

His fingers curled, caught between the urge to tell her to go away and doing the socially acceptable thing. Whatever that was.

“Omega made me bring you some fish that Wrecker caught and cooked. That brother of yours is settling in nicely.”

“Wrecker has always been more laid back and adaptable to social situations than the rest of us.” Stars, his throat was dry. In that moment Tech decided to take a break. Standing up he rolled his shoulders and stretched his arms, wiggling his fingers as he tried to banish the aching sensation in his entire body. He wasn’t sure if it was a mental manifestation, but since you’d been taken he found his joints aching more than they should. He had contemplated the cause was the accelerated aging, even though the age he was now, he should still be in his prime. By human standards.

“You’re talking today?” Phee sighed and sat down in one of the seats, crossing her legs, handing him the package of food and a bottle of water.

Tech worked out if he drank the water and ate the fish he could have her satisfied and out of here in approximately 10 standard minutes. Then she’d report back to the others he had eaten and he’d be left alone until the sun set. He took the water, gulping it so he didn’t have to respond. Most of the time he found Phee easy to be around, she allowed him to empty his head when they were working in the Archium and theorise without debunking any of his ideas as nonsense.

He was highly aware of your reaction to her less than a week ago. Less than a week ago. The despondent feeling settled in his chest and he became blank once more. He had to fully detach from the pain your loss created or he’d never have the brain power to find you. He had spent every night tossing and turning in his bunk, replaying over every second of dropping you at Ord Mantell. If only he had gone with you, if only they hadn’t let you come, if only, if only.

“I don’t think you’ve heard a word I’ve said.” Tech glanced up from staring at the bottle of water in his hand, shifting his goggles as he cleared his throat quietly.

“Apologies. My mind is elsewhere,” Tech murmured.

“Eat, you need to keep up that energy if you’re to find her,” Phee told him. Good idea. He really should research the fish here, if they were rich in oils they would contain docosahexaenoic acid which would help. He needed all the help he could get. Tech began to tuck into the fish, realising the pains in his stomach were because he was hungry. He suddenly registered Phee was talking about something and again he wasn’t listening. It wasn’t important anyway, she had no idea about the inner workings of an Imperial computer, prison or had any new information that could help him.

He finished eating and automatically handed her the wrapper which she took, trying to catch his eye. Tech avoided that. He didn’t want to look at her, he only wanted to look at you. Your eyes were something he had committed to his memory, the way they danced when you smiled, the glow of hyperspace in them as you stared with wonder out of the viewport. He remembered the way your panic faded the longer you looked at him, realisation and wonder in your features had made his chest ache. Not that he knew it back then.

He missed your hand in his.

“I have things to do and I need all my concentration to do them,” Tech announced, not caring if he was being abrupt or rude. He needed her gone now.

“What you need, brown eyes, is sleep,” she told him with a hand on her hip.

“I will get some.” When I exhaust all current avenues of investigation.

“Don’t make me get your brothers up here,” she threatened and Tech had to hold back an irritated tut and sat with a stoic expression on his face. “I will be back to check on you later.” But she listened, finally leaving him alone.

Tech’s fingers flew over the console keys, about to thread his own coding in with the Imperial coding so he could slice into their network when the ship com went off. At first he was going to ignore it, but he decided to answer it. Heading into the cockpit he accepted the transmission.

“This is Havoc-4. Do you copy?”

“Loud and clear Havoc-4.” As Tech responded he remembered vaguely Hunter had said something about Echo making an appearance but it didn’t attach to anything to do with you, so he had dismissed the useless information.

“I need your expertise, Havoc-2. I have something you might like.” Tech leaned forward in his chair, not even aware he was doing it.

“Is it a lead?” He asked eagerly, his mind racing ahead with all the possibilities no matter how outlandish they were.

“We need to decrypt it to find out. I’m coming in now. Havoc-4 out.” Tech jumped up, putting aside what he was doing so he could step outside at the sound of the ship.

“Hunter, Wrecker. Echo is here with some intel,” he announced eagerly into his com.

“On our way,” Hunter responded.

“What have you got?” Tech demanded as soon as Echo descended the ramp, awarding him a raised eyebrow.

“Good to see you too, Tech.” He sighed a little and pulled a datastick from his pouch. “I pulled this from an Imperial ship loaded with clones. We have no idea where they were being shipped to or why.”

“I’ll see what I can do.” Tech only had eyes for the datastick, for the information it could possibly hold and he saw it as a lifeline to you. He turned back to the ship, pausing when Echo called his name.

“We’re doing all we can,” he said, running a hand across the back of his neck while he gestured with his scomp. “To find Stitch.” Tech flinched at the sound of your name, concentrating on the datastick once more. What could he say? He knew they were doing everything they could.

Thankfully, Hunter and Wrecker arrived with Omega and Tech turned away to disappear into the ship. He inserted the datastick into the console, setting his programme to run the decryption code and waited for the information to reveal itself.

[piillow]

2승 barista au - café chronicles

part 1/?

wc : 592 | genre : silly, cafe au, yeah idk | a/n : I LOVE THESE TWO kwmsoskxjxinwod, also ft. the rest of skzxh (i’m so desperate for crumbs can you tell) || also this was a silly thing i decided to do since today is my 2nd anniversary on tumblr! wahoo! :)

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(오 승민 pov)

I don’t know why I decided to apply for a job at the busiest cafe in Seoul, but here I am. I got accepted last week, and today is my first day at work. … Oh boy, I’m already overwhelmed, and I’ve been here for only an hour. Maybe I should do the morning shift instead. Then again, I could get more tips with the afternoon shift, so maybe not?

While I’m dropping off some water to my table, I stop when I hear my name get called. As I’m walking over, I see some other guy there, already talking to the manager. Since I’m not trying to embarrass myself on my first day, I just walk away and go back to serving tables.

Later, I’m sitting in the staff room on my break. Then, the other Seungmin I saw from earlier shows up.

“Oh, so you’re the newbie?” he asks, and I reply with “I am.”

“Cool. I’m Seungmin, nice to meet you.” He says, nodding at me.

“I’m Seungmin, nice to meet you too…” I say awkwardly.

He then scoffs, “Nice name. It suits you.”

“Oh, uh, thanks. You too.” Is all I can say before he smirks and walks away to serve another table in his “section”. I don’t know where my section is, but cut me some slack, okay? I just got here. Anyway, I quickly go to the back, because I need to grab some drinks. Somehow, the second I step foot behind the counter, the other Seungmin is already there, with a huge (and, I’ll admit, cute) smile on his face as he takes orders. As I’m about to grab the orders I need to deliver, he turns to me.

“Seungmin! Could you take over the register after you bring those to your tables? Thanks dude!”

I’m flabbergasted. First, we somehow see other again for the second time today, and now I have to take over the register?! This guy is insane… he called me “newbie” earlier, how does he not know?!

Or… maybe he does know, and he’s just messing with me.

Anyway, it’s around 3pm, and it’s not that crowded anymore. Most of the people here are students trying to get their work done, or kids getting a treat with their parents. A little girl said my hair looked nice, it was cute.

While one of my other coworkers, Jeongin hyung helped me out at the register, Seungmin came over to us.

“Innie, Felix and Jiseok said they were gonna hop on League later. You free?” He asked, to which Jeongin replied with a nod (I’m assuming, since he didn’t say anything). I just pretended to not pay attention, since I didn’t feel like inserting myself, and I suck at League.

After Seungmin walked away, Jeongin turned to me. “Do you play League?” He asked. “No.” I reply. I don’t need them to know I’m horrible, so I’ll just pretend I have no experience.

“Aw, you don't? That’s a shame, maybe we should invite you to one of our sessions one day. They get pretty noisy, though.” He replies.

Now I feel kind of bad, he looks genuinely bummed out. But, I mean… they don’t need to know how awful I am.

Anyway, the rest of my shift goes by pretty smoothly. Even with the weekend rush-hour stress, I didn’t do that bad. Now, it’s closing, and I’m just wiping tables and mopping the floors (I’ll leave the harder stuff to everyone else). Finally, Jeongin hyung closes up the shop, and I’m outta there.

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[tellingfnaf]

Her Perspective

“The One You Should Not Have Killed, telling the story by her perspective.”

Introduction: I don’t really recall what came before. I remember mom being upset all the time. I remember dad being loud and angry. And I remember me hating school. Teachers would often call me “an agressive kid”. All i wanted was to be memorable, I guess. So how the hell did I end up in that pizzaria?

Chapter 1:

March, 1983.

I was sitting in front of my house tying my shoes. Although it was a sunny afternoon, the cold air was cutting through my skin. I heard footsteps coming from my front, thinking it was another weird neighbor. That was the first time she talked to me.

-Hi! I’m Charlie! What’s your name?

I looked up and saw a tall and gentle looking girl observing me.

-Do you need help with those?- She continued, pointing her finger to my failed attempt at tying shoelaces.

-I’m fine, actually- I didn’t even finish when she bent down and tied them perfectly. Then she just looked at me again, waiting for a reaction. I felt like I owned her a response.

-Cassidy. My name is Cassidy.

-Oh, hello Cassidy! Are you from around here?

Around here? She asked like I was fresh news to the neighborhood. I wasn’t.

-No. I lived here my whole life.

The girl was ready for another question when a bearded man showed up.

-There you are, Charlotte. I’ve told you a hundred times to not leave the diner while I work.

-Sorry dad! It won’t happen again.

He looked at the green bracelet Charlie had in her wrist before turning his attention to me.

-Oh, hey little one. Sorry to take your friend away, but she gotta stay close to her dad!

The man chuckled and left, taking his daughter. I just stared at them while they walked back to a new place that had opened a few weeks ago. A restaurant called “Fredbear’s Family Diner”. Charlie seemed to be friendly towards me and that was rare. She was a happy child and I wanted to know what caused this. So after that day, every afternoon I would walk in front of Fredbear’s to watch all the families happily eat their food. I never had the courage to enter. My reason was different from the other kids, though. It wasn't the animalistic robots that scared me, but the eery guy who worked there. If only I knew.

May, 1983.

-Hi Cassidy! How are you today?

-Hi Charlie. You shouldn’t be here.- I answered, looking at her bracelet. I never really understood what was that for, but I knew it had something to do with her father.

-Why you say that?- She asked, slightly tilting her head.

-Your dad doesn’t allow you to walk away from diner, remember?

-Well actually, I’m allowed this time. You know why?

-No. Why?

-Because dad said that I should invite you to eat with us at Fredbear’s! How’s that sound?

She said that in such a happy tone, genuinely excited to have someone to invite to her dad’s work. I knew she was friends with the owner’s kids. At that time, I didn’t know Henry was one of the founders of that place, so it was quite impressive for me that she befriended the “cool kids”. I would regret that for the rest of my existence, but I accepted it. I had that habit of searching for things by myself, later I would learn that curiosity killed the cat. The restaurant had a warm environment and cool animatronics, like that huge silly yellow bear. I loved him at first sight but the others kids had a very opposite opinion. Everything was nice inside Fredbear’s Family Diner.

-Oh, Henry! Looks like Charlie came back with a friend!

I’ll never forget the moment when my stomach squirmed just by looking at him. That man had the worst face in the whole world, I could almost smell his wickedness.

-Cassidy, this is uncle William! He works with my dad here at the diner!- Charlie exclaimed, but I could barely hear. My mouth tasted metal and I wanted to run away from that thing. Luckily for me at that moment, he had better things to do so the conversation lasted short. I then sit at a table and had dinner with Henry and his daughter. He payed for me and I felt a little safer close to them. It was the last day of happiness for that place.

Next chapter: https://www.tumblr.com/tellingfnaf/761351305946185728/her-perspective

[aria-bun]

I can't stop thinking 'bout your face

Sam makes Colin a drink he's never made before Read now on ao3!

LAVENDER LIMONCELLO SPRITZA shot of Limoncello with lavender syrup, lemon juice, and soda water.

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"He what?" Sam raised his eyebrows at Colin from across the bar, pausing from wiping the counter.

Colin laughed slightly. "Aye. Right onto the floor. He had to get six stitches. If you ask 'im, he'll say it's from a mosh pit." he paused. "Technically not wrong."

"Jesus…" he shook his head, humored. "And this is a regular occurrence?"

"Aye," he nodded, finishing his drink and setting the glass down on the bar. "Fuckin' eejit didn't learn his lesson the first time. Gotta love the lad though."

"He's what, eighteen?"

Colin nodded. "Right out of school. Someone's gotta talk sense into 'im eventually, but none of us are rushin' to draw straws for it."

Sam laughed. "I can tell." he glanced at Colin's glass. "You want another?"

"Aye, sure." he paused. "Surprise me this time."

He raised his eyebrows, picking up the glass. "Oh?"

He nodded. "Aye."

"Right." he put the glass in the sink behind the bar. "First off, any allergies or specific preferences I should know about?"

"Nah," Colin shook his head. "'m not too picky."

Sam shrugged. "Alright then."

He started with limoncello, an Italian lemon liquer Alice had picked up for the spring season, pouring a shot of it into the ice-filled shaker. Sam glanced at the syrups that came in from the new delivery, still sitting on the counter, before deciding to pick the lavender one and adding it with some lemon juice. He put the lid on and shook it, glancing back at Colin, who was checking something on his phone.

He pulled out a new cup, putting a few ice cubes in it before filling it with the drink and adding a slice of lemon on the rim as garnish.

"Here you go," Sam said, catching Colin's attention after setting the drink down on the other side of the bar."Thanks," he stuffed his phone back into his pocket before picking up the glass. "What is it?"

"A limoncello lavender spritz. I remember seeing it a few weeks ago and thought it'd be interesting to try out."

"Ah, so I'm your guinea pig."

Sam's eyes widened slightly "Ah- no no no, I-"

Colin laughed. "Relax, Sam. I'm joking."

He did relax slightly. "Right."

He sipped the drink, glancing at the other side of the bar where Alice was talking to one of the other members of Tiberius.

"So…what would you say if I told you this was alarmingly similar to what I usually order when I'm by myself."

Sam raised an eyebrow, getting a towel to wipe off the counter. "Honestly? I'd just say you were being nice."

" I'm never nice just for the sake of it," he shrugged, setting it back down. "Can't say I've had it with lavender, though. 's good."

"Well, I'm glad you like it," he smiled.

"Cheers." Colin did a slight air-toast before taking another sip, pulling his wallet out with his other hand. "Think 'm gonna close my tab."

"Alright, hold on." Sam turned his attention to the computer, clicking a few things before the receipt printed. He ripped it off and passed it over with a pen. Colin gave it a once-over before signing it and handing it back with his card.

He charged the card before passing it back to Colin, who tucked it back into his wallet.

Sam glanced at the clock on the wall, squinting to read the time.

1:05 AM

He had gotten used to staying up this late for tending the bar a while ago, but it still threw him off seeing how late it was a year later.

"So… What do you plan on doing tomorrow?" Sam asked him. "The pub's doing karaoke, so you have the night off."

Colin shrugged. "Not sure. Might just pop by for a while, see Alice embarrass herself."

"You gonna sing?"

He shook his head. "Oh hell no. Not really my scene," he then arched an eyebrow at Sam, "Are you?"

Sam shook his head as well. "I prefer to stay in the audience."

"That's fair."

"Hey Sam!" he turned his head, seeing Alice waving at him from the other side of the bar, trying to catch his attention.

"Yeah?"

"D'ya know if the syrup shipment came with more blood orange?"

He paused, thinking back to the receipt he had signed and filed away. "I think they were out when we put the order, so no."

"Damn, I was gonna make some blood orange margaritas to close out the night." she scrunched her nose slightly. "What d'you want?"

"Just a gin and tonic, please." Sam asked her.

"Boo, boring!"

He rolled his eyes lightheartedly. "Surprise me, then."

A mischievous grin crossed Alice's face, and that was the moment he immediately regretted his choice of words. "Alright then, Sammy."

He could hear Colin snort lightly, covering the sound with a cough.

A moment later, Alice slid him an orange-colored shot from the other side of the bar. He stopped it with his hand, the drink almost spilling from the impact. Sam blew out a breath before downing it without a second thought.

A big mistake.

He almost doubled over, the intense heat of cinnamon burning his throat. "Jesus-" he coughed, wheezing slightly.

"Only on Fridays, Sammy. Just Alice on any other day." he could hear the smile in her voice, as well as an amused laugh from Colin.

He straightened a moment later, recovering from the nasty burn. "Just straight fireball? Not even a chaser?" he coughed again.

"Gotta toughen up, Sam. At least I didn't do Everclear."